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hey sorry I vanished off the map again, I probably won't be around until after new years

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spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle.

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life continues. we still have the capacity to do good, important work. that matters

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i love you all, hope y'all know that

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six sadly does not get to partake in halloween but in a better world where she gets to just be a kid this would be her costume btw

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@moonsworn washed ashore . . . room with a view: an abandoned butcher's shop. * ⚓️

AMONG THE DARK ABSCESSES OF HER MIND, there sits rows of canine teeth ; embedded in gums that ache with misuse, with that longing sort of hunger that starts in the belly and arcs out into trembling hands. her mouth is full of knives, grown - in for the tearing of tender meat and turned to gnawing at the meager fat of her pale palms instead, ball of the thumb trapped 'tween incisors. a temporary reprieve, a teetering hope that the warmth of it on her tongue ── even if un - consumed ── is enough to quiet the way her pit of a stomach growls in want.

the tile beneath bare feet is scuzzy, as slick with filth and grease as the hair that sticks to her forehead with a nervous sweat. the world operates on rules you are not privvy to, you learn by unfortunate experience: kitchens are dangerous. ( you don't want to see what greets the chopping block, the veals swaddled up in baby cotton. ) metal hooks that bear no flesh glint in the low light, winking at her from the dark, and six feels a little like offal herself as she weaves between long - emptied display cases. “ there's─ there's nothing . . . ” a tight - throat swallow, her now freed hand lightly shaking at her side, as if the indents of teeth would slide right off her skin. “ nothing's here. ”

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* halloween location prompts, a series of horror and halloween based location prompts, but can be use year round.

haunted house, a haunted house attraction

graveyard, a graveyard late at night

spirit, a spirit halloween store

hospital, an abandoned hospital

mortuary, an abandoned mortuary with blood still on the embalming tables.

woods, the woods late at night

cabin, an abandoned cabin in the middle of no where

lighthouse, an old lighthouse

alley, an alley on the bad side of town

park, an abandoned but still functional amusement park

ghost town, an abandoned mining town from the 1800s

prison, an abandoned and supposedly haunted penitentiary

church, an abandoned church

castle, an old castle said to have belonged to a mad scientist

catacombs, a series of sprawling catacombs under a bustling city

lake, a lake deep in the woods in the middle of the night

mountain, a mountain trail on a dark and stormy night

ruins, abandoned ruins far from civilization

battleground, an old battleground said to be haunted by fallen soldiers

library, an abandoned library

pumpkin patch, a pumpkin patch in the early afternoon

maze, a corn maze in october

party, a party on halloween night

opera, an abandoned opera house

theatre, a rumored to be haunted old theatre

butchery, an abandoned butcher's shop

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if it were not for the sequel's final act, six's devouring of a nome ── one of the skittish little creatures she's had an otherwise mutually friendly relationship with, up until this point ── would easily be her most divisive action over the course of the series. and i by no means intend to downplay the horror of it, it's a disturbing scene that does exactly what it intended to, but i also feel like it's lead to many bad faith readings of six as a character and my intentions here are to try and dig past the surface level of it ; the consumption of the nome is framed as a bait and switch of sorts, with it offering her a sausage most likely smuggled from a guest's plate, unaware that it will be the target of her hunger instead. so first things first, why not eat the sausage ?

initially i read this as her hunger becoming more ravenous as it progresses, and this does seem to fit thematically with all that she eats over the course of the first game. first bread, then meat, then a rat, then the nome ; a sapient creature, and finally, the lady of the maw. however, this interpretation as a more literal reading of her actions has been debunked by tarsier in a post we'll get to in a second. i'm only bringing it up despite this because i believe that, while not being the actual textual events of the story, it still symbolically fits the narrative. now, for tarsier's post:

this tweet frames what many have interpreted as an act of senseless violence to actually be an attempt on six's part to escape the food chain the maw has built itself on. but that being said, the secrets of the maw chapters the hideaway and the residence come with the reveal that nomes are children under a spell. this is a piece of the story often used to further paint six in a malicious light, but the dlc put an emphasis on secrets ── it's in the title ── and the lady, the one responsible for the nomes, is defined by her mystery. nomes are one of the many little lost things in the nowhere, and six has no way of knowing of this. meaning, upon recognizing the food to be made from human meat, six made an ultimately futile attempt to keep herself separated from the guests and workers of the maw. to me, this strikes a balance between her nature as a survivalist and the fact that she is still a child, far from a normal one, but still one that refused to eat another to live, even if it was all for naught.

what follows this is six literally eating from the lady and also eating from the maw's guests in a more vampiric way as well. how does this fit into her previously trying to avoid consuming what she knows to be human meat ?

there's a lot of ways you can spin it, but my personal interpretation is that while her encounter with the lady is ── again ── a literal act, it's also invoking a lot of symbolism commonly tied to cannibalism in writing. cannibalism is often used to represent power over another, and when six takes a bite straight from her neck, she is imbued with the lady's magic. she's no longer just another runaway, now holding all of the strength and ability of the maw's ruler. but that said, i do not subscribe to the theory that she becomes the lady or even a lady, as stated in my rules page. when i say this, i don't mean she in any way gains power aboard the maw, personally i believe she leaves it behind, but she does sit at the top of that food chain now. this is one of the many ways the world of the nowhere is cyclical in nature, and it's worth noting how it fits into real world concepts such as the cycles of violence and abuse ; six devouring the lady was, to me, a defiant act, but one that showcases how children can often not escape these cycles on their own. six can ascend through the maw and leave it to rust, but not without taking a bite, not without shifting the power dynamic in place of escaping it. after all, what can she do to escape it ? she's only a child, one with a deeply supernatural hunger that's left her sick. she doesn't even begin to show signs of such hunger until the broadcaster, an adult, ripped something vital out of her ; violence left her empty, and she has to enact violence of her own to not only fill that void but to ensure she won't be abused again.

the feeding off of the guest's lifeforce further compounds this, reading less as an act driven by hunger and more of an eye for an eye, something displayed in LN2 as well, with her clobbering one of the bullies. these same guests previously tried to devour her, and so, she does the same to them. an unloved child will burn down the village to feel it's warmth, or however that quote goes. or as an achievementin the sequel asks, is it murder if they're bad people ? i'm not here to answer that, only to say that six is not the villain of this story, the adults who created this cycle she falls prey to are.

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““I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.””

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

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roni horn - still water (the river thames, for example) 1999

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The cycle ends with me.

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@vulpesse sent a message in a bottle . . . do you like flowers ? do you have a favorite one ? we could grow it together, in a tiny but colorful pot, so it will always be here whenever you come back.

whenever she comes back ?

it's a statement that sinks into the core of her like a stone dropped into the sea, anchoring her feet to where they've been planted in the warm grass, and for all her cleverness, six finds herself in a daze. a child on the run is she / a child forever roaming, tethered to nowhere expect for someplace far, far away. someplace she's not sure she'll ever find again, its memory slippery in her grip, cloudy like old weathered glass. a little lost thing who would return to nothing, ever - marching forward ── yet here she finds an offering made, not a lure waiting to snare her in its grasp, but a flower. something that doesn't grow where the child in yellow has wandered from.

and she can come back for it.

she blinks up at ahri once, twice, a slow and curious gesture. her mouth opens to say something, the faintest hint of sharpened canines peaking out, but hesitantly closes it not long after. her features do little to portray it, but six all but wracks her mind for what she could call a favorite before answering─

“ can . . . can it be a dandelion ? ”

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she's sat across from them, a little drop of yellow with her legs criss - crossed in the dirt, thin fingers fluttering between sifting through the soil below and lightly tugging at the hem of her coat ; an idle habit, one carried over from fidgeting with her old jumper's loose strings. it's one of those few things in her world that makes any sense, having something to do with her hands. “ um─ it's not my story, a . . . boy told it to me. ” she never learned his name, only that he wore orange and had frizzy dark hair. but that was the grim norm of her world, most children didn't have names to give. all the more reason her nose wrinkles up in the slightest amusement at the nickname. it's strange, but not . . . bad. at least, she hoped not. “ but he─ here, let me . . . ”

small hand snatches up a stick, pressing it's pointed end into the dirt to slowly, slooowly draw an anchor's shape, tongue pinched between her sharp teeth in concentration. “ he said that, where─ where he comes from, they have charms shaped like this. they're s'pposed to be for um . . . for good luck. to keep you safe from a monster in the wind. it─ i-it didn't work. ”

she turns to face them, stormy gray eyes hidden under poorly cut bangs. she doesn't know what to call micah, where to slot them in her understanding of the world. six only knew that they're not a monster, but that raises the question of if you're not a monster, what are you ? “ do . . . do you believe in that ? good luck charms ? that, a . . . a something could keep you safe ? ”

I TILT MY HEAD OUT OF SOFT WONDER when you ask me this one night : “ haven’t you heard the stories ? ” a shake is given in response, although curiosity is bright across the heterochromic eyes. you are a child of strange and wonderful things, feral sunshine. i may not know much of your world, but i am content to learn more about both of its beauty and horrors if i must. “ you're asking a storyteller, six stars, ” i say with a warm smile, giggling at your nickname that'll always tickle me, “ but i don't think i'm familiar with them . . . care to tell me a tale or two ? i'd love to hear them ! ” i do hope what @devouraes can share to me won't be too terrifying . . .