Ho’olheyak is kicking my normality’s ass right now, it’s not even close. I apologize for who I will become in the near future.
Hey Dreamer, as someone who doesn’t Get It, what about her character (not her appearance) does it for you?
Due to her extremely precise control over air (not just wind, air), heat and energy (which is how she hard countered Muelsyse), the fact that she can apparently just sense anything that happens in Columbia, and the way Astesia’s globe lights up when she walks by, it’s very possible that Ho’ol is a Feranmut.
As she herself put it, she’s a “mercenary” second, and a historian first, and seems to be throwing her lot with Kirsten out of a shared desire to break the Fake Sky of Terra and see the truth of world, and what’s outside of it. She makes her passions no secret, and in the 4th Anni PV, her now well known smile is pure and sincere: She finally can grasp the truth she so fervently desires. It’s so close.
She’s yet another case in which Feranmut are characterized first and foremost for being passionate individuals first and godlike beings second: Nian’s zest for life and smithing, Dusk’s love for the land and the people that inhabit it, Ling’s passion for introspection and writing, Kjera’s deep affection for Kjerag and each individual that lives within its borders, a strong passion and goal defines the Feranmut we know enough about, even the antagonistic ones (the hostile Sui fragments, for instance, boil with silent rage for revenge), and Ho’ol is no different: As any historian and archivist worth their salt, Ho’olheyak seeks the truth of the world and its skies, a noble, dangerous goal. She knows it’s dangerous, but who would let that get in the way of their true passion, of something they really want with every fiber of their being?
Her feathered serpent looks alude to Quetzalcoatl, god of the winds, the Sun, and of knowledge and learning. Quite fitting, no? She’ll work with plenty of people, because in the end, her allegiances don’t really matter to her, what matters to her is the truth. No matter how it is she gets to it.
Because Ho’olheyak wants to know, and see it with her own eyes. That is enough for her to move mountains if she must.
On the bus ride to uni, I was assaulted by a flash of thought I can only describe as fateful.
In this shamanic vision, I saw this image (from this post):
But instead, it’s Fate!Tiamat, same expression and shirt, with “AAAAAAAA” tattooed on her arm instead. I feel like my insight of forbidden knowledge has spiked since, and I am incredibly susceptible to being thrown into a frenzy from the cosmic truth that surrounds me.
“i think some people are basically coming around to this, like, greater comfort in owning up to being a pervert about something. shout out domino club “being sickos about X” sort of thing, where sickos is the meme of a pervert looking in on something that excites him. the author is sickos about a subject, and indulges himself; the audience are sickos about his indulgence, self recognition via the other - yeah haha sweat really IS that hot, thanks for putting it into disgustingly indulgent words so i can see what you see. i think when writers are afraid to be perverts that they make bad work. they make the work that can’t stand by itself, collapsing on interrorgation or challenge; or too many contrasting and unconfident voices have averaged out to a sort of perversion of the commons, indulging only the safest and most unoffensive fetishes to render on the screen. because when art displays the common fetishes of heterosexual matrimony, fast cars and big guns and big-but-not-gargantuan breasts, labouring under capitalism, even such apparently inoffensive things as such as sexless wholesome romanticism, perfect bodies that refuse to fuck, a prioritising of soft uwu safety over any kind of flavour - these absolutely are fetishes. every day you are smothered in the common perversions of so much of society, endless generic creators indulging their endless generic fetishes while denying that they are in any sort of way perverts.”
— —“Good Writers are Perverts,”
typed up in a fugue by Average Urotsukidōji Enjoyer for Domino Club on itch.io
i think when writers are afraid to be perverts that they make bad
work. they make the work that can’t stand by itself, collapsing on
interrorgation or challenge; or too many contrasting and unconfident
voices have averaged out to a sort of perversion of the commons,
indulging only the safest and most unoffensive fetishes to render on the
screen.
btw this does have a bit of bias obv as in lots of these i personally love but i DID try and make sure theyre all icons. real country girlies only please i dont wanna see jolene at 70% bc u guys havent listened to anythin else
if you think reading those posts about obscure fate doujin culture history is exhausting, can you imagine how exhausting it is learning the history without the posts and then still having to write the posts instead of letting the cold earth embrace you
now imagine writing one of those posts, thinking it’s fine for like a year, and then realising you were wrong because you forgot a single memetic link that’s only attested to by three guys on an entirely defunct imageboard, but upon examination, was absolutely vital to the full context of the trend
this has happened to me an astonishing number of times
