Illustrations by Marjorie-Ann Watts, from Marianne Dreams by Catherine Storr

something about childhood in succession.. the way it casts its shadow over the entire narrative, the rotten root of the roy siblings’s pain, all wrapped up in Logan’s power and abuse and love. The opening credits are filled with images of them as kids, beginning every. single. episode. by emphasizing the importance of their childhood: the siblings posing for a photo, playing sports, standing on a manicured lawn, riding an elephant, etc. and then the shots of logan, in which he is always shown from behind, or far away. It is a childhood the viewer never gets to see in any other context, since there are no flashbacks in the show, and therefore as integral as it seems, we know almost nothing about it. What exactly happened? What are the details? We feel its presence, we can tell how it informs their relationships, we can put together the pieces of incomplete and contradictory memories expressed through dialogue, and if we trace their struggles and dysfunction back far enough we know it leads there, to when they were kids. But there is so much empty space we can’t fill in. It’s almost like their childhood is presented in that horror technique where you never get to see the monster clearly straight on. It’s always in darkness, and chopped up into close-ups so that the viewer’s imagination is forced to invent something, however vague, and that is far scarier than it would be if we could actually see it — a monster that is terrifying BECAUSE it’s unknown. The roy siblings’s childhood is a major force behind so much that happens on screen, but what specifically occurred is out of the reach of our understanding. We are shown the monster’s shadow but not the monster, we are shown the frightened faces of the characters as they look at something behind the camera we never get to see, we are shown the running or the fighting or the blood but never the true, bigger-picture, clear details of the horror itself

seeing the chernobyl fanfiction ask i got last month on my dash again and while i have never and will never write chernobyl fanfiction i feel like i might as well confess that i used to play littlest pet shop nuclear fallout disaster rp as a kid (nobody lives/everybody dies, graphic descriptions of radiation poisoning) so like anon wasn't that far off i guess

make her pay or whatever... I think about that fight a lot

I really like ghoul horses,,,,,,

procrastination is starting to have its consequences finally

neck and neck in the bottom awards

Will Ms. Piggy go out for her first Halloween?

likely not because i will not be leaving the house either <3

for requests perhaps hivemind again? or charlie?

I'm sorry this took so long I was fighting so hard to work out a Charlie design BUT!! First, Hivemind doodles...I got FAR too into it with him..

Text: Looks at you with my big round wet eyes.

Text: Full of Joy & Whimsy VS The Horrors

I think Hivemind would wear a lot of flannel outside of work. I like him being a little like a stereotypical lumberjack maybe? I think he'd like wood working, yk like bug hotels and little wooden carvings

Alas for Charlie I had to search up PPE for welders...

It took me days to get to a point where I liked his design but I'm really happy with it :3

+ 2 pages in my sketchbook filled! Turns out I miscounted and I only had 28 pages left!! So far we're at 8/28, or just over 1/4!!

oc-tober day 4: redesign

i don't remember the last time i drew my nerevarine, but here he is. details under the cut.

[i have commissions open now!]

Arsyn Indarys

he/him, bi/demi, sign of the Atronach

6'2" or 188 cm

46 y.o. (at start of Morrowind); 254 y.o. (at start of Dragonborn)

easygoing and friendly, prefers talking to fighting

adoptive parents were merchants; he learned to swordfight while traveling with caravans across Cyrodiil, High Rock, and Hammerfell

had not been to Morrowind before the events of the game; does not leave often afterward

joins House Redoran and refuses to work with the Blades

supportive of both the Dissident Priests and Ashlanders, and pushes for more House/Ashlander cooperation

eventually enters a romantic relationship with librarian Mehra Milo

In my canon he doesn't leave Morrowind after the events in-game, and helps lead the dunmer from Vvardenfell after the events of the Red Year. He's also present for the events of Dragonborn and helps dovahkiin Kyrena with both her prosthetic arm and the events taking place on Solstheim.

Hello??????

и усну я, обнимая теплого кота / and i'll fall asleep with a warm cat in my arms

One of my favorite horror tropes, possibly of all time, is “it’s the whole town.” Like, ok, you never consider that your arrival (no gps signal, a popped tire, etc.) was planned. But some smiles are a little too friendly. Holes in the story go conveniently overlooked. Don’t look too closely at the walls. You have more questions than answers and, when you finally turn around, your new friend has fashioned a noose. You call for help, but the medic arrives with a gun. That sinking, icy realization. The butcher, the baker, the mail carrier. The safe-house was built with locks on the outside. The firefighter, the schoolteacher, the neighbor. When “our community” means you are outnumbered. Hunting you takes a village.

adventure time, baby, I'm going to keep it real with you: you had the perfect meta setup (a spinoff of a children's cartoon made for adults who grew up with said cartoon) for a story about two characters desperate to return to simpler times (fionna longing for the subconscious memory of a fantasy land where nothing is complex and she won't have to face the trials of young adulthood in her now-mundane world, simon longing to lose his mind again so he won't have to remember his grief) coming to realize that the "simpler times" they remember were never as straightforward as their idealized memories (fionna realizing that her black-and-white worldview was actually just deeply biased and ultimately harmful, simon realizing that ice king was just as miserable as simon himself and simply lacked the tools to parse his own emotions), the idealized past they want to return to was never real, and in order to move forward, they have to face the painful realities they've been trying to avoid, mature as people, and learn to see beauty and value in their own respective lives, even if they're not the lives they'd hoped for

and then that didn't happen. there was a perfect metaphor for the false allure of nostalgia using THE "whimsical at first glance/shockingly grim under the surface" children's cartoon RIGHT THERE. How Did You Fuck That Up

I am a daughter of television so I cannot count how many times I was in front of a tv through the years watching these series and how much I liked them. honestly the chapter of Tales from The Crypt about Santa or the one about the girl trapped in another dimension of the twilight zone left a mark on me.

the usage of tentacles in stranger things is so graphic lol like 🤨 i know what u are, bro(s)......