akicklineisinevitable
akicklineisinevitable
this fandom is a prison and baby i'm on death row
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hatchetverse sideblog bc i have brainrotarcade, it/they/xe, adultmain is @yupekosi, art blog is @angsty-art-istblank accounts get blocked, terfs, zionists and other bigots fuck off :) i don't care about shipping discourse
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akicklineisinevitable · 5 days ago
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they’re putting chemicals in the blue shit that’s turning the frickin hatchetfieldians bisexual
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akicklineisinevitable · 9 days ago
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I just can't stop laughing at the fact that this is what Hidgens looks like now. My kooky 70 year old mad scientist has not skipped gym since he predicted the end of the world
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akicklineisinevitable · 9 days ago
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hehrhegheehe original (dont know who made it):
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akicklineisinevitable · 10 days ago
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I forgot my first post here was npmd. Anyway take some Richie and Jason bonding
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akicklineisinevitable · 11 days ago
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An artist also said we need more gore. That could fix some things, too.
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akicklineisinevitable · 14 days ago
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Something I whipped up 15 minutes ago on procreate with my finger as I needed to get it out of my mind
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akicklineisinevitable · 19 days ago
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hey again (expect another one tomorrow im on a roll with my max art)
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akicklineisinevitable · 21 days ago
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Be so for real. You virtue signal too much to be talking about Hatchetfield content if you think "You shouldn't like that character because their actions are problematic, hearing people glorify it is uncomfortable." About horror story villains. Yeah, we know. They were written that way.
Do you guys go to Scream tags and complain about Stu being a misogynist? Or the Saw ones and write things like this about Amanda or Hoffman? We know- they're designed to talk about the societal problems their character embodies. Horror points a mirror at society and says "Isn't this fucked up?"
Good horror usually has enjoyable characters that aren't good people. We're allowed to jokingly say "Good for her," "God forbid a woman has hobbies," "damn that ghost is kinda fine tho," "Free my man, he did everything but IDC." Especially in fandom spaces, where we know that it doesn't make someone a monster for appreciating the creative choices that make the characters interesting to engage with. -🔱
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akicklineisinevitable · 21 days ago
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Seeing people clutch their pearls and cry problematic about Hatchetfield stories and characters is always wild to me as a horror fan. I think this is because a lot of the character archetypes and beats are common in horror, if not direct homages to famous horror stories. I think because Starkid is generally comedy oriented a lot of people (especially younger fans) come in without an understanding of the horror genre and approach it from a pure internet fandom perspective
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akicklineisinevitable · 26 days ago
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hey guys dont think about how Max saying "the skeleton was really special" was probably the first and only compliment Ruth ever got on her acting and how it probably at least in part gave her the confidence to practice the monologue and how Maxs boos must have hurt so much more from the one person who had enjoyed her theatrical side. Don't think about that
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akicklineisinevitable · 29 days ago
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BARISTA: TIPPED
WORK: HALF DONE
APOCALYPSE: NOW
TITS: OUT!!!!!
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akicklineisinevitable · 1 month ago
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akicklineisinevitable · 1 month ago
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it’s so awesome when there’s a character who isn’t canonically bisexual but is undeniably haunted by the specter of bisexuality
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akicklineisinevitable · 1 month ago
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thinking a lot about this
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akicklineisinevitable · 1 month ago
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I know she wouldn't actually correct anyone, but I still had to make this
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akicklineisinevitable · 1 month ago
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the lords in black were summoned, but if the lakeside mall was a shorter walk than the high school
i was thinking ab how the lords’ “holding court in their form” seems influenced by being summoned in a high school, and what they might look like if they were summoned in the mall instead.
so instead of jocks and theatre nerds, we get: a mall goth, a food court employee, an unattended sticky child, a mall cop, and an ancient mall walker.
further explanation (semi pete’s pov) of what role they take and the kind of feelings they evoke below the cut:
pokey is a mall goth. but not the kind built on personal freedoms or anti-establishment grit. pokey feels like a mall goth curated by the algorithm, tiktok trends and a thousand-dollar amazon cart. his hair’s professionally dyed, his boots unscuffed. but that’s not really what you notice. it’s the presence he radiates, this quiet, sharpened confidence that only comes from belonging. you’ve never worn black lipstick, never cared for goth music, but still… something about him makes you wish you did. makes you wish you could walk beside him. his blue is familiar (not like richie’s warm teal, staining your fingers in a cramped bathroom) but in a painful way. it’s the blue of dart frogs and stovetop flames. of winter skies so empty and flat they feel like a threat. and when he looks at you, really looks, you’re not just alone. you’re individual. and it hurts.
nibbly is probably the happiest food court worker you’ve ever seen. or maybe he’s just grinning. a grin that stretches too wide, showing every tooth. too wide to be safe. nibbly’s the color of intestines, of pus-pocked acne, of grease shimmering over something bloody. his uniform might’ve started as the same highlighter pink behind every counter, but now it’s muted, aged by years (or eons) of absorbing grease. it almost looks like nibbly himself has been steeped in oil: hair clumped and sticky against his face, his shirt, your food. his visor is dull pink, his eyes cloaked in shadow. he holds a tray out to you. your hands twitch to take it. it feels like you’re supposed to relieve him of it. it’s your order. even if you didn’t place one. even if you don’t know what’s on it. you just… know. and somewhere deep in your stomach, you get the sinking feeling that it’s not the food he wants to eat.
wiggly is a paragon of snotty mall kids. sticky, unsupervised, and terrifyingly confident in the way only children who've never been punished can be. he’s also unmistakably green, crusted around his nose and mouth, fossilized under his fingernails, soaked into his shirt. and he hates you. not in the vague, bratty way. this is something deeper. something personal. every unattended kid in a mall dreams of crushing you like an ant. but when this kid looks at you, you understand that he can. he holds himself with more than reckless confidence. he’s not just sure no one will stop him. he’s sure you can’t.
blinky is a mall cop whose issues with authority transcend the stereotype. he doesn’t resent power, he needs it. he deserves it. He’s compensating for it, breathing down, your neck, keeping constant vigilance. you’ve seen him before. every mall has one. maybe it’s the flickering security cameras blinking orange in the corners. maybe it’s the static whisper of the walkie-talkie on his shoulder. maybe it’s just the way you feel watched before you’ve even walked inside. his sunglasses hide his eyes, but somehow you know. he’s looking at you. you haven’t done anything wrong. not really. but he knows. he knows what you would do. and he’s waiting for it.
tinky is still walking. he’s been walking since the fountain ran. maybe since the mall opened. maybe since before that. his tracksuit used to be tan. now it’s yellow, sickly, rusted, corroded by sweat and time. his skin, his hair, his eyes, everything about him is yellowing, wilting. creased with the dusty, moldy hue of things forgotten in the dark. his walk is slow. wheezing. bones grinding under paper-thin skin. but he doesn’t stop. he never stops. he laps the fountain, again and again. when he looks at you (eyes jaundiced yellow under the cloud of curdled milk cataracts) you feel it. not fear. not pity. recognition. you wonder if this is your future. if this is all that’s left for you. just the suit. the steps. the orbit.
but also their designs might still be the same bc the summoners are still high schoolers, and the lords are just mirroring them lol
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akicklineisinevitable · 1 month ago
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anotha one
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