"Heard of Dawn?" Grrakil asked her coworker. "My daughter is reading it and loving it."
"Oh yeah", Buuuurv'a answered. "It's about that femalien who falls into a love triangle between a Lyk'ant'rop and a Human?"
Grrakil raised one of her three eyebrows.
"Wait a minute, what do you mean, a Human? I thought it was a romance, not a horror story?"
"Yeah, we're not in the same litterature we had when we were young, Grrakil. Now Humans are no longer used as monsters, or not entirely. Apparently, a lot of younglings think it's very attractive to be dangerous, resilient to most poisons, able to fight even with a limb cut off, etc."
Grrakil shivered.
"Oh my gosh I remember my encounter with a human" she says. "I'm not supposed to talk about it y'know, military secret and all... but it was terrifying. How do I prevent my daughter from romanticizing blood-thirsty, predator-evolved species?"
Buuuurv'a didn't answer. She didn't have an answer. She had met humans too, although not in a war like Grrakil, she had been an attache at one of the few embassies before the Great War which had diluted them all. She had heard of stories. The humans themselves were romanticizing even more blood-thirsty, predator-evolved species. Apparently there were monster-fuckers everywhere.
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please block and report this new scammer (link here to make to easier)—the person theyre impersonating is Yasmeen Ouda and his GoFundMe is still at 11,905 CAD out of its goal of 50k!
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do NOT think about every piece of gaster-related dialogue we have so far do NOT. it will KILL you. because it's like. are you there? are we connected? the second field. the second connection. have you been looking for me? how wonderful. you are about to meet someone very, very wonderful. this next experiment seems very, very interesting. something i think you will find very, very interesting. i have been looking for you as well. thank you for waiting so long... thank you very much for your time... once more i thank you for your patience in these difficult times... thank you for your time... thanks for your feedback! be seeing you soon! because the time that you will meet her... is fast approaching. after all, you and i, we have both been waiting such a very long time. what do you two think? survey program. (thanks for your feedback! be seeing you soon!) welcome. (welcome.) please read these final warnings. then, take it in your hands. beware of the man who speaks in hands. then the future is in your hands. then the future was covered in darkness. dark, darker, yet darker. the darkness keeps growing... what is its favorite flavor? pain. (is that a cut on your face, or part of your eye?) the pain itself is reason why. you acknowledge the possibility of pain and seizure. well, there is a man here. there is even a man inside this one. there's something here... something in the shape of a man. he might be happy to see you... (what do you think?) then he needn't be there. well, there was not a man here. it is as if it was never there at all. your own name. your own name.
as soon as you put it all together, you realize that underneath it all gaster has an underlying theme of connection in what little dialogue we have from him. that's what deltarune is- a bid for connection with the only beings who can truly know him now. he's trying to reach out to us and he knows we've been looking for him and thinking of him and he thanks us several times in his limited dialogue and he wants to know our name... and he's in pain and he's pulling himself up through hell to give this to us. that's what i'm saying. i need to fucking lie down
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Whew look at you go! Had a small problem with aphids a lil while back, but after a whole lot of diligence they were banished. Still have some of the damaged leaves visible but look at all the healthy new growth!
You may be trying to take over my desk, but I couldn’t ask for a better art companion. The moss in the planter is happy with the frequent watering and shade, but the impatiens is trying to devoir the terrarium moss now too
My oxalis is thriving still, too. But it has its own space above me and isn’t trying to reach out and say hello as much.
Okay, this has been your semi annual habitat update. Back to painting.
Also, hello new followers! Thank you for liking my art.
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btw about Neil Gaiman I periodically agree with the 'Neil Gaiman is annoying' stuff bc I feel like both he and Amanda Palmer seem like people who I would go insane stuck in a room with bc we have very different ideas about art and suchlike. and I also do think that the career trajectory he's on lately is cynically redoing his greatest hits and pretending that was the dream all along when it clearly was not. which is at best meh.
having said which
as far as I can tell by far the most common complaint about Neil Gaiman is "Snow, Glass, Apples is problematic/gross/it's got incest and rape and frames the child as the aggressor"
which strikes me as a weird complaint to pull out of a 40 year body of work tbh when that short story is pretty clearly coming from a place of 'how far can I push this'. like you don't have to like the story. I don't really like the story. but it is. a horror story.
like and this is the thing with particularly 90s alt horror right? a lot of the interest is in transgression and sitting in the worst possible perspective and seeing what happens if you pull those strings. like I really like Clive Barker for example but there's a good chunk of his short stories that I'm like I'm not picking up what you're putting down Clive this seems Kinda Off. but that willingness to write some trite or Bad Message horror fiction that doesn't land is imo a side effect of being willing to try writing uncomfortable and unpleasant fiction at all. which is what horror is for, among other things, it's for creating discomfort as a form of catharsis or engagement.
like I am not a huge fan of the type of sex-horror that pops up in a lot of Gaiman's work and other contemporary horror writers - to me I don't find it upsetting or horny it just ends up feeling kind of edgy and tryhard - but I'm also a bit like. it does seem like a lot of people's beef with Neil Gaiman is that In The 90s He Was A Horror Writer
and this approach to Problematic Horror in Snow, Glass, Apples I find kind of microcosmic of how The Discourse often approaches art in this kind of 1:1 way. if you write a story which seems to line up with rape apologia it can only be because you agree with it. if you write a story about transphobia you're a transphobe. if you write a story that makes me genuinely uncomfortable you're attacking me.
but artwork, especially art like horror that's not necessarily trying to provoke enjoyment as its main response, is necessarily hit and miss. and if what you're shooting for is discomfort then whether it works, falls flat or goes too far incredibly depends on your audience. and making good art - as in art that makes its audience think, art that opens the audience up to discomfort and catharsis and sticks with them and changes them - requires the space to experiment and tbh the space to fuck up. like they aren't all going to be winners and they certainly aren't all going to work for you as a singular audience.
personally I don't see the appeal of Snow, Glass, Apples, less cause it's nasty and more cause it's hack. ooh an edgy monstrous version of a fairy tale where there's lots of rape and cannibalism? you're soooo original Neil. but like. that's fine. I don't really vibe with like 70% of Neil Gaiman stuff I've read but I still like Neil Gaiman because the stuff that works for me really works for me.
idk I think there's a lot of folk on this website who shouldn't interact with horror cause they clearly aren't interested in being horrified. that's not everyone who dislikes Snow, Glass, Apples, but it's a real undercurrent to a lot of the criticism and tbh this kinda vibe is shit for art. making standout art What Is Good also requires being ready to make art which stands out for the wrong reasons. sometimes they'll be the same art to different people.
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𝗕𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲, 𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹, and that, rest assured, is NOT just ego talking. Under Mystra's doting guidance, Gale Dekarios, or the esteemed Gale of Waterdeep, was well and truly a nigh on frightening wizard. Having then been a proud owner of the title of archmage, this man's pure arcane might was not to be underestimated. An archmage, or an exceptionally high-classed spellcaster, is no classification easily obtained. One must study hard, rigorously, poring themselves utterly into tomes and practice, and even then, those practitioners of magic that whittle years for mastery? Not even a quarter of them can dream to hold that coveted distinction. Gale, being a conductor of all the elements, was one of the few, both respected and notable. Even now, Gale, though unable to tap into that power he once had, is incredibly well-versed in high arcana. Truthfully, it hurts him to know he's information he can't use, but you should have seen him work when he still possessed the skill... All that secret lore there for the reckoning! All that half-forgotten knowledge there for his use! Not only had Gale known spells most wizards and sorcerers alike could hardly think to conceive, but he was able to warp them with a flick of his fingers, too. In fact, this very man manipulated nature to his control. Casting firebolt with thunder? Or freezing flesh with flames? He was able to do it all, and he'd even the knack for turning spells back to sender, a mere counterspell turned caster's regret. Now Gale, stripped of power, yearns for this strength again. The netherese blight sucks at it. Knowing what he had been, it makes the coping with who he's become infinitely harder, truthfully—and that's saying nothing of his orb or his new illithid companion.
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