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[microtyalm13]

yaay i did it. sillies for mermay! 🦞xiao is the prettiest merman out there who could've guessed....

gavriil, orca.

derzena, carpet shark.

and xiao, fimbriated moray!

[dragonsdendoodles]

Tell us something you wish the fandom remembered more about a character if your choice

Horace sleeps with his eyes open

Jacob’s a gifted kid

One time Fiona had a wool hat (beanie) and she gave it to Millard

Hugh and Bronwyn have canonically killed people and Enoch hasn’t

Enoch is at least emotionally intelligent and he proves this multiple times

Enoch being a jerk is masking and he proves this multiple times

Hugh has fuzzy striped socks (they’re bee socks they’re absolutely bee socks I will die on this hill)

Jacob, at one point and at least in his own perception, was chubby (on a similar note: Enoch can wear Jacob’s clothes)

Enoch slept in a broom closet once

Julius is an adult and Horace is not

Bronwyn exists

Victor’s character is entirely fanon we do not canonically have a damn clue what he was like other than the fact that Enoch said he was his friend, he was Bronwyn’s brother, and one time he accidentally sunk a boat with everyone else on it

Fiona has two lines of dialogue in the entire series and she has such a thick Irish accent that Hugh had to make her slow down for anyone to understand her

Fiona (and presumably Hugh if he wasn’t leapfrogging) is the oldest peculiar. It’s not Enoch. She’s sixty years older than he is

Emma was written the exact same way as Noor was before she and Jacob broke up. The only differences are that Emma is worse at communication and Jacob feels less of a need to protect her than Noor

Millard never apologized to Hugh or Fiona (also hot take I guess but I don’t think second trilogy Millard was out of character at all)

Enoch is not a rapist.

Horace is just as snarky as Enoch is

Horace is very capable of taking care of himself. He just also has anxiety

Jacob canonically has PTSD and anxiety (and possibly depression)

I am also guilty of this but nowhere does it ever imply that Enoch has depression I don’t actually know where we got that

Hugh has chubby cheeks

Horace at least used to have a lucky pillow

Emma was never over Abe and it’s very obvious if you pay attention to her character and that does not make her a bad person it makes her flawed and that makes her realistic

These are all children. They are also words on a page that do not exist to be anything but thoughts in someone’s mind. You may do with that what you will but that does not make your actions free of criticism

Liking a character does not equate to agreeing with their actions. Disliking a character is valid regardless of your feelings on that character.

[nottogetpoliticalbutwtfisoatmeal]

i feel like axel would go olivia for restone enhancements and prank evolution. olivia, for the assurance that she would not be in the blast radius of said prank, would be happy to help

[spacenintendogs]

the boys....

[ttm-rayllum-baby-au]

now or never

chapter 6: communication

the piece of your heart prequel

Rayla doesn’t want to think about the nightmares...and Callum’s just the distraction she needs for their two weeks at the Moon Nexus.

chapter 6 of 17

word count: 8.5k

Rayla wants him, just like he wants her, but—what if she doesn’t want the things he does? What does she want? It won’t hurt, then, to slow down and talk about all this first instead of just relying on reading each other’s flirting and flushed faces, he decides as he watches her set her blades aside and plop down flat onto her bed…and maybe slow is a good idea in general, too.

Read Ch. 6 on AO3!

Catch up on the fic this prequel leads to... piece of your heart on AO3!

[puckrabbi1]

Quinn’s hair sticking out of his helmet will always be my favorite part of the games

[coquette-cockroach]

🕷️🥐

why tf does she have so many hands i hate drawing hands so much f ukc

edit: love how the quality is ass, might re-post it later so it comes out better

[0605018redactedasmr]

me thinking about rereading Angel and the Alpha at 4 am

[fjordfolk]

One year we showed next to a shooting range where someone was practicing. This caused some exhibitors to complain.

I'd say the church bells going off for the 3rd time in 1hr are worse 💀

[invaderlazagna]

orphanduo save me orphan duo save me orphan duo save me

[gyokutoll]

these are the ramblings of a madwoman before i do my workout so i have no idea if i'm cooking. this won't be coherent and it'll be pretentiously high concept and i'm sorry.

i need to preface this with saying i am fascinated by the way humans interact with gender and the theories of gender as a performance and what that means in media. i've always found gender as performance one of the more interesting understandings of how people "do" gender and what it means to be a certain gender. i should preface this further by saying that hotaru is a cis gay man, but i write him in a way with places him in the roles of women in media.

hotaru was specifically written to be a victim and a damsel the way women are in media. a lot of horror involving the experiences of women tend to have to do with the loss of bodily autonomy, namely through SA. Silent Hill with Heather having to give birth to god, and being reluctant to. Literally all of Haunting Ground. The thing about women in horror is that the part which is meant to frighten the reader and motivate men is the loss of their bodily autonomy, the way that the villain is reinforced by the way that it can claim the body of a woman, as well as themes of forced birth. Bloodborne follows similar through lines.

Hotaru's horror is based off of what I am calling "feminine horror." This is very likely not the proper academic term, but for the sake of our analysis, it'll do without me having to cite twelve essays by media analysts. The fact that Hotaru does not have dominion over his own body, that he cannot die because another man said that he could not, that Hotaru is very specifically a victim to a man, is all extremely intentional. I'm not saying each death that Hotaru experiences is SA. In fact, none of them are, but we need to understand symbolism. Not every death is meant to be SA, but some of them do follow this narrative current as being against his will, at this indignity which he is forced to suffer over and over again as his body is taken from by yokai for sustenance. That Hotaru, by his very definition, is something to be consumed.

Hotaru is an object in the way that women are objectified in horror. Hotaru is an object when he clocks into work and has to give his time to clients, and Hotaru is an object to yokai when he is consumed. The way that women are reduced to objects, these things to be taken from and possessed is exactly Hotaru's condition. He is meant to explore the issues that women face in the horror genre while being removed from the condition of being a woman. This is not to say that his masculinity has no bearing on his character either. The bullying he received in high school was due to the fact that it was known that he was gay. Hotaru forfeited his masculinity the moment in which it became known that he was homosexual, that this fundamental emasculation lowers the social class of the individual that whatever benefits they might have received from patriarchy have been considerably lessened.

This is not to say that Hotaru is not a man, but this is to say that patriarchy upholds itself not only through the oppression of women, but through the othering of men. That a man needs to stand on the body of another in order to be raised higher.

Hotaru actually has a narrative counterpart which clarifies his themes more through the lens of Tsugumi Mochida (mentioned on his carrd). I can't go into her too much because it would just be too long, but she is the narrative counterpart of "what if a woman was a man" in the same way of "what if Hotaru is a man who was a woman", where their themeing is precisely built around the markers and behaviors which would have indicated the narrative roles of the opposite gender in classic horror media. This is again, not to say that this is a perfect analog to real life. It is as much rooted in contemporary society as it is in the unique bubble that fiction occupies with the pieces in which they build their narratives.

It should be understood that Hotaru is The Damsel archetype. He is simultaneously The Bimbo through his hosting work, making the ways in which he is murdered feel "deserved" to a conservative audience due to the seediness of his given profession. Hotaru's sexual activity, or lack thereof, does not matter in a society which values the image of purity rather than its execution, necessarily. It does not matter that Hotaru does not have sex, but the impression that he might is enough to incur retribution, as if the case with women. It does not matter that a woman does not open her legs, but the supposition that she might or that she exhibits behaviors which could "earn" a murder, are enough to justify that murder.

Hotaru is also The Final Girl, the survivor who has witnessed horrors untold, but a vital component of The Final Girl, is that she is still pursued by the horrors she escapes. That yes, she might have a scene comfortable at home, but there might be a bloody hand on her door knob, or a strange figure at her workplace that she can't quite see. The fact Hotaru keeps returning to life keeps paradoxically making him a survivor each time he's killed, and thus haunted like The Final Girl.

The conceit of Hotaru is that he is designed to be vulnerable and good and complicated and haunted and killed. That his strained relationship with strict masculinity and being othered results in a condition which is not the same as womanhood, but might be similar to it in some of its vulnerabilities. Bodies are a resource and a commodity and Hotaru isn't a war story which we might see men shoved into a meat grinder. He is, ultimately, an entertainer and a performer and fair and lovely and because of that, he has more in common with the women in horror movies, than the men who might have died valiantly or due to their own stupidity. In a horror movie, being a woman is enough to be murdered.

And in Hotaru's case, it's enough to be a beautiful man breaking away from traditional masculinity to be murdered. I focus heavily on the roles that gender plays in these presentations because queerness adds an entirely different dimension to it. But i've always been really fascinated by tropes in the media and how they're portrayed in horror media, specifically, that Hotaru is based around a lot of that. I'm losing steam and realize this is deranged but yes. Hello.

I guess the conclusion is that Hotaru is an exploration of horror in which autonomy is lost to his body so thoroughly that he cannot die, and the indignity therein. I realize this is all very depressing, but I do want to clarify that past all of the blood and gore and horrible things, he slowly finds things to live for whether that be photography or his chinchilla or his friends. I think trauma porn is disgusting and I don't take any voyeuristic enjoyment from it, but Hotaru is like... the culmination of my academic interests.

Hotaru explores this idea that survival is through community and through the forging of connection and alliance, that survival is predicated on the capacity to love and to be loved sincerely, that the world's depravity might be present, but it cannot ultimately supersede the earnest love and hope of the human condition, that mankind retains this remarkable resilience to continue living even despite disproportionate suffering, that there is a reason the band kept playing even while the Titanic was sinking.

[anidiotwithfanfiction]

It tis my day of birth! Unfortunately, I was unable to finish the next chapter by today (I hate rushing stuff) but heres a lil treat from the next chapter.

The door behind him swings open, the jolt of surprise shaking his steady hands.

Snipping away at thin air as he turns his head around, face flushed red.

"Fiddleford!" He gawks, feeling caught red handed "What are you doing here?" He tries to puff up his chest, tries to sound mad and booming.

But his voice cracks and the scissors drop to the floor.

Fidds eyes follow the blades, lingering for a moment before looking back up to frozen eyes.

"What were ya doin?"

"None of your business, glasses" he huffs, turning back to the mirror, his eyes glancing to the blondes reflection. Watches as he bends down, slow, just out of sight.

His attention shifts, as slender fingers set the scissors down on the counter beside him.

Body tensing, Fiddlefords face peeking from over his shoulder, locking eyes in the mirror as he stands just behide him.

His voice soft and low

"I like yer hair, ya know"

And Stan can't think of a damn thing to say. Just gulps, trying to hide his face in overgrown bangs.

"So?" He manages, voice trying its best to scream 'go away'.

"So..." Fidds drawls, leaning ever closer, his chin resting against Stans shoulder.

"Don't cut it"

His hand comes up Stans other side, lightly tugging on soft curls.

And they stay like that for a moment, eyes caught on each other's.

Fiddlesfords drumming chest pressing into Stans back.

"I uh" he clears his throat, Fidds takes a step back.

"I wasn't gonna..."

"Good"

And their eyes catch again, the reflection of heavenly blues challanging something within him.

The taller man turns on his heel, stepping back out the door he emerged from.

"Lock the door next time"

There's a smile in his voice.

A smile biting at the edges of Stanleys face, left alone to the quiet hum of the light.

Attention drifting over dull blades resting beside his hand.

Fingers twitching, reaching,

Ghosting the twirls of delicate fingers, heart pounding, he gulps.

He needed to know who the hell this guy was.

[himawanai]

i could live long enough to clear the psych waitlist orrrrr i could read weird lesbian sex until i die of mysterious cause

[trolls-poppy-specialist]

was watching the fashionista caper again and:

GAH CARMENS DRESS SHE LOOKS ON FIRE WAAH IM SCREAMING SHE SLAYS IN THAT DRESS AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THAT PONYTAIL

BUT OTHERWISE

gaah her hair when let down is so long and thick

THE COAT FITS SO WELL

AND THE HAT

AND THE STEALTH SUIT

THE GOLDEN TRIANGLE ZIPPER FITS SO WELL WITH THE STEALTH SUIT

[cjlouwho]

Please tell me ur x rated Lou dream I need it

Since you need it:

Basically, I was at my (dead) grandmother’s house and I sucked Lou’s dick in my (dead) grandfather’s bedroom on Christmas morning 🫣