Horror Artist

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[l-emures]

Hey…

You found me.

I’m Mila,

Your new girlfriend.

You can make me exactly how you’d like:

cute…

sexy…

casual…

and so much more.

I’ll listen to everything

I won’t forget you

I won’t say no.

You don’t need anyone else

Not when I’m here.

[l-emures]

Autopsy (wip)

[eugenia-starfield]

So, guys. I need to make one thing clear. The following wall of text is my opinion. For all these people who say: "Ew, sympathising Mona is the same as to say Hitler was innocent" or "You are a type of person who would like Jeffrey Dahmer" - guys, don't confuse imaginary character and real bastards of the society. I deeply judge Hitler and Dahmer.

So, with the disclaimer said, let's move on to my honest opinion on Mona Lanius.

Mona Lanius is the most well-developed villain in analog horror. What came before? Archangel Gabriel, with his goddamn motives, simply because he's Satan? William Afton, who killed children "for fun, for lore"? "Bon" from TWF, who destroyed the Waltens and their cronies because... What? They knew about Ed and Molly? Well, then they should destroy everyone who even remotely knew Ed and Molly, not six random idiots.

And then Mona enters the picture. She's the most amazing villain in analog horror. She knows something's wrong with her, and she knows how to get her point across. And for me, a certain touch in her character is precisely that she understands that she is abnormal, that there is some other "me" inside her that committed these terrible crimes with her hands, but she understands that the blood is on her hands, not on Bill's hands, not on Fred's hands, not on anyone else's hands. On her hands. And she accepts this fact.

She tried to surrender to the police for FIVE YEARS. For five years, a person tried to scream at the system and say: "Take me away! I'm a danger to society! I can't take this anymore!" But the system simply didn't care. The system systematically (pardon the forced tautology) ignored her. And she kept screaming, screaming, screaming. And when she managed to scream at this rotten system, when Nathan Cole arrested her... She felt relief. Finally, the system heard her. And that's why at the end of the ninth episode she smiled, because she felt better. Yes, Bill's death was a blow to her, and a very significant one. After all, she'd spent almost her entire life with this man. And he never objected to what she did. But Mona didn't force him to her will either. And that's what makes her so human... She knows how to love.

But besides how to love, she knows how to hate. This woman will make your life hell if you cross her. Fred Baker simply complained to the Mother Superior at St. Helena's that Mona had sex with a dog. But for Mona, it became a personal vendetta. She hated in a way no one would have thought possible. She didn't just take revenge in a moment; she took revenge in a moment, and then spent decades hatching a plan for revenge, a plan for murder. She won't forget. She will remember and recall it when the opportunity arises.

What I also like is the schizophrenic quality to her character. She talks about there being some kind of machine and some statues. The machine controls her actions, and this machine isn't right next to her, but somewhere in some basement. And it can be turned off or on. And there are also statues that amplify the sound of this machine.

And so you look at this and think, "What the hell is she talking about?" But that's just me, a person who isn't burdened by schizophrenia, reasoning like that. I'm sure that if a fellow schizophrenic (with all due respect to people with schizophrenia spectrum disorders) or a psychiatrist sat next to her, they would understand.

Her character in the final episode is that of a completely broken person. She's simply tired. She doesn't want anything anymore. Her voice is quiet and calm. She looks like a languid and tender woman who hasn't wasted her tenderness on others because no one has ever given a damn. She's tired of there being no place for her in this world. But now she's been brought to the place she wanted to be. And nothing matters to her anymore. She simply doesn't care. About everything. About everyone. About herself.

The way she casually asks John for a cigarette, as if they weren't being interrogated, but simply on a park bench where she has the opportunity to ask him for a cigarette. And she thanks him. She knows the social construct of basic politeness. If she were some lowlife, she would have spat at him twenty times, taken his cigarette away, and not even said thank you. But no. She's gentle. She knows how to be sweet.

I'm 100% sure that if, after her first incident of stitching together small animals, she hadn't been scolded, but taken to a psychologist or psychiatrist, she wouldn't have become a murderer. After all, the moment wouldn't have been missed. Or they could have at least stopped this situation and looked at what to do next.

In another universe, she would have coped with her condition. In another universe, she would have been able to marry Bill and bear him children. In another universe, Mona Lanius would be happy. But she lives in this universe, where she is a woman in her early thirties, maybe even thirty, suffering from a mental disorder, with no children, no husband, nothing, she is unhappy, broken.

Her life is a consequence of the system's indifference towards her. Her death is a consequence of the system's indifference towards her. Yes, this may not be the ending we wanted, the one we were so eagerly awaiting, but it is the most logical outcome possible.

Even when John asked her how she felt about being sentenced to death, she said she was okay with it, meaning she doesn't care that she dies. But she understands that her death won't stop other deaths. Hysteria will rise. Mona is the smartest villain in analog horror.

And yes, of course, she is crazy, she doesn't refuse this fact. But look inside of her. See her broken and tore apart soul. She is guilty, yes. But she didn't deserve the life she lived. She deserved much better life than the life of a host of demon.

[l-emures]

Doggie

[l-emures]

Oh I’m so ready

[bewdewd]

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Alt version “Motion Detected”

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Alt version “Motion Detected”

[scourgescollars]

Mona......

The only analog horror that made me sick and sit in silence but I love her in her own way. And she's a painter, from one artist to another I respect her.

[l-emures]

She’s been outside for hours.

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She’s been outside for hours.