#absurd minds

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Masterbuilder

July 6, 2006

Rayne Dust

AMV

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A random shower thought I had this morning:

I know that a while ago I posted a little post where I was just yapping about Forbie and their strange sexual habits/kinks/and whatnot. But for some reason I didn't tackle on the obvious one??

Warning: it's not necessarily graphic, but I do talk about incest seeping into kink (there's no actual incest here though, it's only between Nigel and Alex). I'm just yapping.

So, I am highly convinced that both Nigel and Alex would have an aversion to any form of a Daddy kink. Like, it doesn't even need to be unpacked, those two hate their fathers way too much that even the slighest mention of it during sex might just be an immediate turn off.

But like... walk with me here. I think Nigel probably has some deep rooted Mommy kink going on. And it's not like an outright thing, or even acknowledged, but there's an argument to be made about how if Alex was gentle with him at all, he'd probably be the only other person to have treated Nigel that way—because that other person would've been Helen.

And there has to be an intense conflict in that because I do think Nigel would subconsciously recognize it and get uncomfortable, because it'd bring out an emotion that's too raw for him to handle. And I know I keep beating the dead horse, but Alex really does share quite a few of Helen's main features, so there's that extra element.

So, I could see Alex picking up on that discomfort and maybe leaning into it, only to find that it's the easiest way to break Nigel down mentally. Meanwhile, Nigel would find himself clinging to that memory of his mother, now turned perverse by the filth of their sex. And while it never gets properly addressed, I can see Nigel making a few passing comments, like, maybe how he thinks Alex would look good if he let his hair grow out, or how Alex's lashes look darken with his own tears, or he'd do things like dragging his thumb across Alex's lips—tinting it with the juice from the cherries Alex was eating, or even, he'd find himself grasping Alex's waist, just admiring and wondering how it'd look wrapped up in, I don't know, a gown? Just these veryyyy small things.

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Oye... hear me out

Apotheosis - the glorification of a subject to divine levels and, commonly, the treatment of a human being, any other living thing, or an abstract idea in the likeness of a deity.

Alex worshipping the symbol of Nigel and his beliefs after his death, and if "ghosts" can be affected by the way they are perceived... could Alex have a hand in helping Nigel achieve that Eternity by making him divine?

Alex and the deadly deity he created—they both do somehow share the same amount of control over the other since Alex was his maker, but also worships everything Nigel stands for.

The body horror potentialsss, the unnerving vibes, the devotion, the beauty in it alllll. Nigel, in all his putrid rot, still being the most beautiful thing to Alex. The stench of death clinging to Alex's bedsheets and walls, the maggot-filled kisses, the inconceivable amount of limbs and eyes and mouths and voices that can exist all at once—to represent Life as a whole in Death's embrace. And it's in that embrace, that Alex's life slowly drains away, as he grows sicker and sicker with every passing day.

After all, Death is the first step to reaching Eternity.

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Content warning for: hinted incestuous feelings (from Nancy), slight unhealthy dynamics between mother and daughter, and very light suggestive themes towards the end (fem Forbie).

Do you think Helen had to marry earlier than she would've wanted?

Does she sometimes grieve the time she could've spent savoring her "unchained" years?

And when her baby girl hits the age of eight—maybe, she tries her best to live vicariously through her.

She gives Nancy all the clothes she used to wear; the dresses, the lace, the shoes.

Nancy's first makeup was Helen's favorite shade of red that she used to wear, before John told her he hated the shade on her.

She does Nancy's hair, completely develops her entire wardrobe, teaches her the many joys of girlhood—and sometimes, Nancy squirms in her dresses, in her lace and makeup. She thinks back to the stories of those great men, the ones from those bloodlines that she descended from, and in her gown, she wonders what it would've been like to live just like them.

She loves Helen, she must, but her stomach also twists whenever she's around her, and every hand-me-down makes her skin itch uncomfortably.

As if she were wearing an unfitting, second skin.

And one night, when she's underneath the house, leading another girl into the small crawlspace she made into her sanctuary, she defiles every part of girlhood Helen gifted her. She smears the red across pouty lips; she lets roaming hands taint the white lace beneath her clothes; she grasps onto similarly curly, ginger hair and pulls; she lets her tongue taste the welling tears dampening the lashes of similarly light eyes; and she throws away her sacred virginity.

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Having a hard time trying to establish the limit where a post of mine deserves the #absurd minds tag

Because it was originally meant to be a tag to put any posts that were either "why would you post this" flavored or dead dove / dead dove-adjacent, but the issue kinda kicks in when Like Minds as a media, in general, already has themes that would fall under Dead Dove. But also?? I sometimes just dump any post that feels risqué in there too, so what the hell?

It's kinda just a game of "is this too much?", but with the lingering question of "what do others see as 'too much'?" Because what I may see as too much, might extremely differ from what someone else sees as too much, which might differ from another person.

At this point, I've just mainly relied on the mindset of: this media has dark themes, if I delve into them deeper than just surface level, they get the tag.

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Little snippet from thing I'm (STILL) writing

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This was supposed to be a silly doodle. Just a warm up. ITS BEEN FOUR HOURS.

This was also supposed to have a few extras but I’m exhausted now (ughh)

[og tags with thoughts involving this art piece + Nigel and Helen's relationship under the cut]

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Actually, related to my last reblog because I NEED to clown on myself right now for this.

So, two years ago, I watched Like Minds for the first time with my little sister (she watched it once before and was desperate to have someone to talk to about it). Everything went as you'd expect for someone's first time watching it.

BUT, we got to the end, and it's when Sally flips the Jack of Spades card around and the "My Beloved Susan" is revealed—and my ass started SCHEMING EXCUSES.

Like, I am sorry, but I cannot believe the way I tried arguing for my absolute life to my sister that "erm, actually! The rewriting of that phrase implies that 'My Beloved Maraclea' and 'My Beloved Susan' are Different Roles! 🤓☝️ So, technically, Susan got her own personal role and Nigel is still open to be Maracl—"

CROW. PLEASE.

I WAS FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE, I TELL YOU!!!