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[queen0fm0nsterz]

LOOK WHO FINALLY CAME IN THE MAIL AFTER MAKING ME WAIT FOR TWO FUCKING YEARS

[tre4surecove]

testing.... testing...

Alr so I actually made this blog for school but I figured why not. Why shouldn't I make a blog for my original characters. Anyway welcome I will post soon hopefully + make some navigation stuff so yall know where to look and how to!!

[queen0fm0nsterz]

A few days ago I went to visit my grandpa, as I haven't seen him in a few months.

He's on his death bed; his time is fast approaching. I saw it in his eyes. They looked glassy.

My father warned me that it wouldn't have been pretty to see him like that. I wasn't expecting it to be. He's been sick a while and my dad has been taking care of him almost entirely by himself, so I knew it wasn't gonna be nice. Though I'll say, seeing my boisterous, larger-than-life grandfather reduced to the shadow of a man left a bitter taste in my mouth - and tears in my eyes. Still I did not cry. I didn't want grandpa to see me, just in case. I realized that he wouldn't have been able to see me anyway: he looked almost lost in thought. Completely out of it. All he could do was hold his face in his hands, too weak to even roll over.

He didn't respond to my dad when he called for him, nor did he acknowledge my presence initially. My dad glossed over it. Apparently he's not been able to recognise my dad for a few days now. Still, I could have sworn I heard my grandpa mutter his name a few times.

After a while, something happened. Grandpa took his hands off his face and glanced around. Then he looked at me. I cocked my head to the side and said hi. His eyes went wide when I smiled at him. He smiled back. Half hearted, strained, but it was there, and I was so relieved. My dad was wrong; he recognised me. He knew I was there and that I came to say goodbye. I extended my hand towards his own over the bed. He was far away, I thought had to lean in, but I didn't need to. He reached out first. His hand was shaking, purplish in color, but it held mine like it was his last lifeline.

For some reason, this reminded me of something. From times when grandpa wasn't sick, and I heard him talking to my dad over the phone. My dad is a 60 year old man: and still, before hanging up, my grandpa always told him, "A dopo amore." ("Later love"; in Italy, parents oftenly refer to their children as "love"). Because he's still his father's love, even at 60 years old. Me and my sister were also given the same nickname by grandpa, and even as he was fading away, I was still his "love". I felt it in the way he held my hand.

That's how I wanna remember him. So I won't be going to see him again, nor will I look back. I left him with that.

A dopo, amore.

[queen0fm0nsterz]

TODAY ITS MY BIRTHDAYYY

[queen0fm0nsterz]

TAKE TH3M FROM ME

[queen0fm0nsterz]

Do u guys think their periods are synced up

[queen0fm0nsterz]

(WIP) I love when I accidentally draw a good composition.... needs fixing but... I slayed I fear

[queen0fm0nsterz]

THE GARURU PLATOON HAS A MAJOR ROLE IN THE SPINOFF AND NOBODY FUCKING TOLD ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

[queen0fm0nsterz]

thinking about the Lady again and she actually is the Character Ever.

Starting off with her design. How ridiculously simple it is, right? Her yukata is plain brown and has a single layer, her wig (and yes, I am positive what she wears is not her hair but a wig soley because of how easily it comes undone... that kind of hairstyle is meant to STICK when done with actual hair) has no decorations befitting a woman of her powerful status and her mask is nothing but... empty. You could mistake her for a mannequin and you wouldn't even be wrong. It's by design, after all: she is as insanely important, as a figure, as she is anonymous as a person.

But then, it's with amusement that you note that that boring, unexpressive mask is called the "Rascal's mask" when unlocked. It's such an oddly affectionate nickname stemming from a person so utterly despicable. And then you notice her hair. Her long, black hair that should be hidden under her wig, as the hairstyle goes, but are instead hanging out freely. Not very traditional at all, right? You could almost read it as a small act of defiance of... something. Now, what that thing is, I doubt even she knows. Maybe it's just her way to seek individuality without having to step into zones she does not want to touch.

And then, of course, the lack of shoes. It's not uncommon for people to wear slippers in the house - especially for the Japanese - but she just... doesn't. In that small, small way, she is similar to Six - and every other child in the Maw running around barefoot. Except she's above running, of course. She's got the privilege of floating like a ghost so that she may never touch the ground.

(The only time when this rule is broken is when she fights Six, poetically enough. You can see her visibly step back.)

These strange little things are the first things that push you to wonder about her as a person. Not the title, not the Lady of the Maw: the individual behind the mask. Who is that person? What is she like? Is there a way to answer these questions? I think yes, if you know where to look - but is it worth to ask these questions considering what she does?

That depends on you. Me personally, I think there is narrative worth to be found in what she has to hide. Her foil, Six, finds value in the aspects of herself she does not hide: she is very unapologetic in her selfhood. The Lady isn't, for the most part.

(I wonder if that would make her envious of her younger counterpart in a different context?)

Frankly, looking back on her choice of attire, the fact that her personal bedroom is barely decorated is not surprising. She only has the essentials: a bed, the vase with the key, a few pictures of importance (of people long forgotten, herself included no doubt) and... an ungodly amount of misplaced clothes all over her quarters. All the same yukata, repeated over and over, maniacally folded and arranged in towers, but never where they're supposed to be.

A bedroom is the reflection of yourself. Of your inner world. The fact hers looks so barebones is quite telling about who she is. Or isn't. She herself may have some trouble trying to figure that one out.

I think that, in a vacuum, it's easy to assume that the reason she's so displeased by her reflection is soley out of vanity. That is definitely part of it, but I don't think that's all there is. Because after seeing the mannequins that all look just like her, the four women in the picture who also wear her same exact clothes... and that hidden quote.

This quote, which is from Alice in Wonderland. Specifically from a conversation in which Alice expresses how she doesn't recognise herself anymore because of how many times she grew big and small during the course of the day. She is not the same person she was before entering Wonderland.

I find the way she clings to the dolls and the music box to be much more... sombre when keeping this in mind. In a way, that scene is reminiscent of Monster Six clinging to her music box in the chaos of the Tower; an attempt to attach to something safe. For the Lady, it's even more personal. Those are her toys. Her song. No one can take them from her and claim them as theirs. These materialistic tomes are physical proof of her identity. She likes dolls, and she likes to sing that song from her music box. Surely, that much is something.

But a ceramic toy and an old music box are not really enough to placate the inner turmoil. Hence the broken mirrors, the hidden statues... the hung down portraits with their eyes scratched out - from times of the past. There is a person looking back in the mirror which she does not recognise. That can't be her, right?

It isn't. The reflection is but a faux image of her outward appearence. The inside, however... much like this concept art shows, she is melting away. Rapidly decaying no matter how much she tries to stick to her youth.

Because at the end of the day, that's what she's doing, no? The toys, the music box, her appearence... all of it, just to cling a bit more to the person she used to be. Point being that I doubt even she remembers what she used to be.

You'd think a person like this would be inclined to feel at least some sympathy for all the lost children wandering the Nowhere. A sense of kinship, perhaps, or even just... basic human compassion. She has proved to have very human emotions, after all. This is where she proves you wrong. Whenever you think she's stepped the lowest, she always goes lower.

In her humanity, she is brutal. Relentless, ruthless. She offers no sympathy to anyone and has no empathy to spare either. She is very much aware of what's going on under her roof: she not only allows the Maw to continue being the way it is in spite of having the power to change things, but she actively engages in its despicable practices. She has petrified children in her quarters, as well as their ashes - of which the use is unclear - and then she is responsible for the Nome population and exploitation being so large and so eerily heavy. She's twisted necks, broken bones, murdered innocents.

The Shadow Children are, to me, one her greatest offenses. I don't think they serve any particular purpose other than... being there because she wanted to make them. Children ripped away from their life because of her whims. Not even in death can they rest because she can get her hands on their souls. They're nameless, forgotten shadows with blank masks: they're just like their creator, in that way. Ripped of all individuality and devoid of everything.

Everything she sees, the Lady devours. Not a creature is safe from her shadows and her wrath, especially if they come and actively intrude in her activities. She's twice as aggressive if the Maw is at stake.

The Lady's personal bedroom has another motif piece which I did not previously mention: the Maw wallpaper. While Roger and the Chefs have wallpapers that portray them with her, the Lady... does not. She only has the Maw. She's not part of that picture.

The Lady can't let the Maw change its ways. She is the Maw. The Maw must survive: so must she. To change the Maw would mean challenging herself enough to bring about a change; to her, who does nothing but lament what she lost, that would be too much effort. Too outside of the comfortable zone where she can survive in peace. Miserable, but unbothered.

... For the most part. Until Six comes around.

[queen0fm0nsterz]

Small excerpt from the Ladies Lore doc

So, this is a thing I have noticed very recently. The statuettes of the Ladies all have their own shapes, right? Circle, triangle, square/diamond.

Down here, you can see that their shape matches each of the three books in the book-matching puzzle in the Residence, and that the shelves have the same symbols as the books thus matching.

The shelves here aren't what interests' me most: what caught my attention is that the three books that match them are sealed.

All three of them are locked. In the whole Residence, these ones (and probably the ones who continue the pattern) are the only ones to be closed with stripes like this.

An interesting thing to point out that the other shelves in this area, the ones who do not have marked books, have this symbol under them:

(The picture is terrible quality due to my switch, but you can still see them hopefully).

These four eyes rappresenting different world forces never lined up for me, because... the Maw has at least three of them as decorations. The circle and the triangle being prominent on doors and decor.

Looking at these, now, I am wondering if rather than being rappresentative of current places, these eyes are either rappresenting different types of magic or even different eras. With the eye with dots being a "neutral" eye to be used. The triangles in the TV do look different from the ones shown here...

... So I'm wondering if these four variations are ONLY Maw related. Because if you look in the Signal Tower... these four eyes do not appear.

So they can't rappresent any of these places. And none of these rappresent the Maw.

I will elaborate on this more in the doc. For now: putting it out there.

[queen0fm0nsterz]

Thinking about how much Low and Alone love each other and are best friends, but their conflicting interests will inevitably drive them apart.

Reflecting on it, Low has been bringing Alone around with him knowing that when she crosses a mirror, she breaks it. Meaning that they will not be able to go back to where they previously came from. And still, he lets her come in with him, because she's his best friend. Low strikes me as a "we either leave together or we don't leave" kind of person - and I wonder how this view will be challenged when they are put in a situation that calls for it to be.

I feel like Alone may reason like that as well, but she sounds a lot more independent. They both can work in autonomy, but Alone sounds more like she might wander off on her own more often than Low would. Then again, her trust in him is unmatched, because they operate perfectly as a duo and she's comfortable turning her back to an enemy if Low is there to cover for her.

They're the sweetest. I love them too much already.

[queen0fm0nsterz]

Whats the name of a pair of character which viciously hate each other and have so many layers to their relationship based soley on that hate. Not in an enemies to lovers kind of way (the romance would make it less interesting) nor in a simple rivals way (the hatred they have for each other is too profound) but a secret third thing. What is the secret third thing called and why am I obsessed with it

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[queen0fm0nsterz]

Wildest part about growing up in a conservative family is that both my parents tried to convince me that the world is inherently against me and everyone is out there only looking out for themselves when more often than not, this is not true at all.

Like. I don't expect everyone to be kind and with good intentions, so I always keep my guard up just in case, but... this line of thinking gave me serious anxiety with essentially no real reason.

The world is not all bad. I am good, and I have met many other people who are good. More often than not, strangers are kind and helpful. Conservatives just project their own inherent bad sides on others and scare you into not trusting anybody.

[queen0fm0nsterz]

alr ok so like i'm raiding a few ln blogs i can find and asking them for opinions on smth i'm working on. in an au where the ln characters are like cats, how do you think they'd look like?

Alr so. Interesting question bc I do have one for the Lady already which is THIS fucked up beast /pos

Six

RK

Mono

RCG

The Pretender

Low and Alone are these two cats specifically

And Thin Man

(I realize he and mono are two different breeds but idgaf its based off of vibes alone)

[queen0fm0nsterz]

There are no words that can describe how much I love your pfp

QHDHHSHSBS THANK YOU, it's part of a deranged series