Why try to fit in when I can become the most offputting and haunted individual in the family bloodline.
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Why try to fit in when I can become the most offputting and haunted individual in the family bloodline.
Rebecca Solnit, Recollections of My Nonexistence
Ivan Montoya - Paludarium, 2022
big fan of characters with abandonment + attachment issues so profound that they leave claw marks in everything they touch but would sooner gnaw off their own leg than admit they just want someone to stay for once. in a totally normal well adjusted and not at all projecting way of course.
Family Reunion
comedies that turn into tragedies when the fucked up stuff played for jokes suddenly gets treated with the severity and realness that it would get in real life are genuinely my weakness and hit so much harder than tragedies that start off with the sad stuff.
like not only is the audience caught in the whole "boiling the frog" thing with the comedy slowly become a tragedy but it reveals that the characters are as well; that the previous comedy was only perceived as a comedy because the characters had no clue that what they were going through was not normal and just lighthearted fun. the audience realizes it as the characters do, making them both more sympathetic and their arcs all the more tragic as you look back on what previously happened.
Sleepy knights
The creature flailed and hissed when they fell wetly out of their tube. I took their writhing form in my arms and held them tight, murmuring soft words into their ear. It's scary, suddenly becoming someone. I know well. So I hold them, the way I wish my own creator had held me.
nocturne
I love so much stories of older siblings having to save their younger siblings from a magical kidnapping it's just. I'm too old to believe in magic and you're not but you're the one stolen and I'm the one who has to believe to get you back because our parents are too far gone, they'll never understand. You're my responsibility and I don't want you to be but when offered a choice to walk into the dark for you or to turn back I will always go on. I seem like such a grown-up powerful force to you but I'm just a kid myself. I'm scared and alone but somewhere out there you trust me to save you and I have to rise to that, I have no choice. I resent your existence. I love you. I will always come find you.
GITS TEB CROSSOVER!!! @debb987 @amevello-blue im so hyped you all can finally read about it!!
Going insane about kicked dog with rabies type characters
On a more serious note though perhaps I'm obsessed with this because I want more sympathy for characters who externalize their problems. Fuck being a perfect victim fuck being a decent one, something horrible was done to you and it was never recognized and you will never ever get back the person you were before, you had everything taken from you and now all you're left with is anger and sharp things and you know what. You should be able to bite people about it
catharsis of punishment this catharsis of forgiveness that. what about the catharsis of it finally being acknowledged that it wasn't your fault. the catharsis of being relieved of the burden of guilt that never should have been yours to carry.
Atrociraptors (prints)
This is no garden. This is my brother and I need a shovel to love him.
“A Brother Named Gethsemane” by Natalie Diaz in When My Brother Was an Aztec
…but abel was no lamb, he was my brother, and I killed him.
Cain by José Saramago