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A bit of a theory that Iāve struck on while rereading the start of FOTR. I think thereās something guarding Rivendell besides the Bruinen. I think Elrond has taken a leaf out of Melianās book.
There are some hints that the distance to Rivendell varies depending on who you are. Frodo starts approaching the Ford in late afternoon; he is in desperate need of healing, and is brought to Rivendell midway into that same night.
In The Hobbit, in contrast, the dwarves and Bilbo cross the Ford of Bruinen in the morning, and the sun is down by the time they reach Rivendell. Thereās lot of references to the journey being longer than Bilbo would expect:
They came on unexpected valleys, narrow with steep sides, that opened suddenly at their feet, and then looked down surprised to see trees below them and running water at the bottom. There were gullies that they could almost leap over, but very deep with waterfalls in them. There were dark ravines that one could neither jump over or climb into. There were bogs, some of them green pleasant places to look at, with flowers growing bright and tall; but a pony that walked there with a pack on its back would never have come out again. It was indeed a mich wider land from the ford to the mountains than you would ever have guessed. Bilbo was astonished.
Then thereās Aragornās line when Merry asks him how far it is to Rivendell:
āI donāt know if the Road has ever been measured in miles beyond The Forsaken Inn, a dayās journey east of Bree. Some say it is far, and others say otherwise. It is a strange road, and folk are glad to meet their journeyās end, whether the time is long or short. But I know how long it would take me on my own feet, with fair weather and no ill fortune: twelve days from here to the Ford of Bruinen.ā
(By the way, it always amazes me, now Iāve noticed it, that the hobbits manage this journey - which Aragorn says would take him 12 days on the Road, with āfair weather and no ill fortune,ā in only 14 days with Frodo severely injured, travelling mainly off the Road, and with some bad weather and wrong directions. Some of thatās due to the extremely fast pace Glorfindel sets for the last twoand a half days, but itās incredibly impressive.)
If anyone should know the distance from Bree to Rivendell, it should be Aragorn, a Ranger of the North fostered in Rivendell, who has probably covered that journey dozens to hundreds of times. And the Road is fairly straight; it shouldnāt be hard for travellers to keep track of the general distance. And also, Aragorn only gives the distance to the Ford, not to Rivendell itself. What if the distance and difficulty of the Road from the Ford to Rivendell varies, based on how well a guest is known. Frodo is the Ring-bearer, in desperate need; he makes it there fast. Thorin & Company are vouched for by Gandalf, but are largely an unknown quantity; it takes them the better part of a day. Someone with hostile intentions might never find Rivendell at all, even after days of wanderings.
Oh this is genuinely an interesting point!
One thing it makes me wonder about though is Boromir, and particularly that the book mentions he arrived in Rivendell "in the grey morning", which personally I've always taken to mean in the very early morning, when there's some light but the sun may not yet be properly up and the dim light has that kind of greyish quality (granted that it's late November, so even with Rivendell being further south in Middle-Earth than my home in the real world, at that point the sun probably rises quite late so it may not mean as much as otherwise). Idk maybe that's just my reading of the text, but given that earlier in the chapter the morning is described as sunny, so the "grey" can't refer to cloudy weather, that's how the phrasing would seem to me, anyway.
And it's always struck me as a little bit odd in the sense that, for that to be the case, he would've had to either both start his journey very early that day (which, granted, in itself is plausible) and have been very close to Rivendell already when he started, or he would have had to push through the night without stopping to rest at all. And to me it's kind of, on one hand if he knew he was close enough to Rivendell to reach it that early, wouldn't he have known he was close, and rather pushed through in hopes of getting somewhere inside before the night was over, instead of spending it camped by the roadside in cold damp late November weather? But if he was so far from Rivendell as to have to travel the whole night through without stopping to reach it in early morning, then how would he have known he was close enough for continuing through the night, instead of stopping to make camp and sleep, to be worth it for reaching Rivendell faster?
But your point about the distance to Rivendell being different to different people in different times would make either of those more plausible, either being shorter than he thought to allow him to reach Rivendell in time to attend the Council (since Elrond implies that those who were in the Council had been called there by fate or some such power and were meant to all be there on that day to play their part in the events at hand), or being longer than he thought it would and forcing him to travel all night to reach it (since he was a stranger, unknown to Elrond and coming unexpectedly).
Or, idk, maybe none of this makes any sense to anyone but me, but, yeah.
This makes sense to me! After thinking about it, I figure that Boromir crossed the Ford of Bruinen late in the day on the day before the Council, continued on for a little ways and then camped. And then set out early in the morning any found he was practically on the doorstep of Rivendell, despite having seen no sign of it the previous night. Which adds to his general sense of disorientation.
Yeah, probably!
Honestly no wonder he was a bit in a grumpy mood in the Council, I'd be too if I'd spent the night camped in the wild in late autumn, woken up sometime in very early morning to continue my journey, and somehow found the destination right there almost no distance away at all when i could've sworn it wasn't so close yet the night before, lol
#someone checks the perimeter sensors and is like 'oh shit a gondor guy showed up'#'better let him in'#*flips the switch*#presto. rivendell.#kind of embarrassing they didn't find him sooner but there's been a lot going on#@ceescedasticity
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Immediately after this, they both went on Facebook and made an unspoken prayer request "because God knows the need."
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I guess the reason all that Backrooms stuff has never really fazed me is because I worked in on-site networking support for a while, and literally every city's downtown district is just Like That once you get off the beaten path. Not just the really big cities, either; the one I'm currently living in has a population of less than 250 000 ā metro area included ā and a downtown area about six blocks across, and the service corridors still manage to do some House of Leaves shit. At one point I was trying to map the route of a misbehaving network cable, started out in a shopping mall parking garage, and ended up surfacing in the basement of the casino across the street. Totally unsecured ā apparently neither the mall's administration nor the casino's managers knew that particular service corridor existed.
Like, I once bumped into a fully stocked and operational Coke machine in an unlit maintenance corridor twenty feet below ground level. Its display lighting was the only illumination for a hundred yards in either direction. I don't even know what it was plugged into.
Somewhere below this city there's a room the size of a high school gymnasium filled floor to ceiling with rotting mattresses. I've seen it with my own eyes ā and, more importantly, smelled it with my own nose. I can't recommend the experience.
(That last one isn't even mysterious. The room in question is within easy walking distance of the basement of a major hotel, if you know where you're going; I imagine the hotel started stashing their old mattresses there at some point rather than pay to have them hauled away, and over the ensuing decades the situation got out of hand.)
In response to a couple of recurring questions in the notes:
I don't have any experience with the weirder corners of university campuses ā my work in that particular job just never happened to take me there. I did, however, once have to do a cable trace in the basement of a former Christian elementary school. It had haphazardly been subdivided into numerous tiny rooms, some as little as ten feet across, with no central hallways or apparent floor plan. Every single room was, for reasons that were and remain unclear to me, full of broken kitchen appliances. One room in particular contained an enormous industrial freezer unit that was larger in its smallest dimension than any of the doors leading to it. Was it delivered in pieces and assembled on site? Did they build the room around it? That one still bothers me a little bit.
No, I did not drink the Morlock Tunnel Coke. What are you, nuts?
Witch: Ah, so you've come to me.
Maiden: Yes. I need your help.
Witch: Unwanted baby?
Maiden: No?
Witch: Want someone dead?
Maiden: What? Of course not.
Witch: That's all I know how to do. What do you need?
Maiden: I'm starting to see why you were shunned from the village.
Witch: Yes, I've killed a lot of people. What do you need?
Maiden: There's a pox in the village.
Witch: It wasn't me this time.
Maiden: I know. Can you fix it or not?
Witch: No. I'm not licensed for that.
Maiden: What do you mean you're not licensed for that?
Witch: I got kicked out of the herbalist's coven.
Maiden: For killing people?
Witch: For killing people.
Maiden: Great, now what do I do? There isn't another witch for at least three towns over.
Witch: And he's an enchanter blacksmith type. Makes protective amulets and beefs up swords. Makes really good horseshoes. Can't fix poxes. Makes a mean rabbit stew though. And...
Maiden: And is very good at sex and hard to kill, yes everyone knows that. You tell us repeatedly. Even though we kicked you out.
Witch: It's important. How are you not dead yet, by the way? You're an adult and you haven't bought anything yet so you should be dead by now.
Maiden: I'm not into people that way. Your weird sex based spells don't work on me. That's why I'm the one that came.
Witch: I would branch out but I'm barred from taking more classes at the guild. Because of the murder.
Maiden: Right, well I'm gonna go before you poison me.
Witch: What about the pox?
Maiden: I do have a mild form of it so you've been exposed too. Someone of your age is much more likely to die from it.
Witch: What?
Maiden: I'd suggest you find an accredited friend that hasn't been convicted of unnecessary murder.
Maiden: I have come a long way to find you.
Enchanter: One second. (throws a sword over his shoulder where it crashes into several metal tools and starts glowing)
Enchanter: Okay, what do you need?
Maiden: There's a pox in my town.
Enchanter: (pulls an amulet out of his pocket and holds it over her head)
Enchanter: You don't seem to have it, but it's touched you.
Maiden: I got better. Can you help?
Enchanter: I enchant swords. Why are you visiting me?
Maiden: Because the only witch in our town is...
Enchanter: Wait, don't tell me. Are you from Ravenfalls?
Maiden: Yeah.
Enchanter: Tabatha. Of course. That quack.
Maiden: She only kills people and does abortions.
Enchanter: Oh no she doesn't do abortions. She just drowns babies. I don't even think she knows what a fetus is.
Maiden: Oh.
Enchanter: Yeah. Terrible cook too. Normally herbalists are pretty good at cooking but she's just...
Maiden: The worst. I know. Do you at least know who can help? All of our elders and babies are dropping off like flies. People are strapping chickens to their arms. It's a mess.
Enchanter: (clicks tongue a few times) The nearest guy that specializes in pox is in the mountains. Not the coast range but the big angry looking pointy ones to the east. What were those called again?
Maiden: The Death Mountains?
Enchanter: Yeah, those. Unfortunate name, really. They're almost tolerable in the spring and summer. Don't know why they live there though.
Maiden: Can you teleport me there?
Enchanter: Why do people always ask that? Look I don't know what you've been hearing from Tabatha or traveling merchants but that's not safe for living creatures.
Maiden: Then what do I do? By the time I get back half the population will either be dead or still have birds strapped to their arms.
Enchanter: I hate to suggest this but you could like... with a shapeshifting dragon? And then ask for a wish?
Maiden: I'm not into people or dragons that way.
Enchanter: Then I guess I'll see if I can do something for your horse's shoes but that won't be nearly as fast.
Maiden: I have...
Herbalist: Come a very long way to see me. I know.
Maiden: How did you...
Herbalist: Everyone says that. Come sit. Do you like tea?
Maiden: I don't have time for tea. My village has a pox.
Herbalist: Which pox?
Maiden: It's mostly affecting older people and it's... purple.
Herbalist: Oh. What shade of purple?
Maiden: Very bright.
Herbalist: Oh, that's not a pox. That's a curse. Or a curse mixed with a usually just annoying pox. Someone in your area has probably pissed someone off.
Maiden: I'm from Ravenfalls.
Herbalist: In that case I think we can both guess who brought forth someone's ire. Who created it though, still remains a mystery. In any case, you can buy this bag of weeds and instruct people to boil them in small batches and inhale the steam. It won't cure anything, but it will most likely help people breathe better, which may help them survive long enough to fight it off.
Maiden: What do I do about Tabatha and the people strapping chickens to their arms?
Herbalist: My dear, some things can't be fixed completely. Plant this all over your town though and Tabatha will most likely avoid you. You can have these for free.
Maiden: I'm not going to bring some magic plant into town unless I know what it is.
Herbalist: Oh, it's not very magic. It's a cedar tree I've enchanted to grow very quickly. She's deathly allergic to cedar wood and pollen.
Maiden: Oh.
Herbalist: I really can't do anything for the chickens though. People will do strange things when they're desperate.
Maiden: Will I ever know who cursed us?
Herbalist: You may or may not. Wile you're here though, would you care to buy a love potion?
Maiden: I'm not into people that way.
Herbalist: You wouldn't fit in at the witches guild then. That's why most of us go in. It's a very good profession for swingers.
Maiden: That's why I went into city government. Well, thank you for all that.
Herbalist: And thank you for visiting. Tell the enchanter that I said hi and tell Tabatha to take a hike for me.
Maiden: I will. You have my word on that.
Enchanter: Hello.
Maiden: Enchanter? What are you doing here?
Enchanter: My name is John.
Maiden: It feels weird to call you that. You're the magic blacksmith I met on my quest.
Enchanter: I understand. So do you know who I'd talk to about renting a lot here?
Maiden: For what purpose? Oh, right. Me. Talk to me about it. I manage Lord Raven's lots and do logging and hunting permits and collect rent and whatnot
Enchanter: I want to set up my shop here. Business is better here for weapons and ever since she moved out, well...
Maiden: Was she after you?
Enchanter: She was under the impression that we were still married.
Maiden: Yes, she definitely was. Well, I think I can set you up. The village will benefit from having a reputable witch nearby. I'll get you in contact with a carpenter and scout out a spot for you.
Enchanter: Wait, I have something for you.
Maiden: An amulet?
Enchanter: For keeping away unwanted romantic advances.
Maiden: (covers her mouth and starts crying just a little bit)
Maiden: Sir, I can't...
Enchanter: You drove away a person that made my life a living hell for years. You saved your town. You drove out a murderer. You went into the Death Mountains in the middle of the winter. Take it.
Maiden: (takes it) John, did I ever tell you when we met that I desperately wanted to become friends with you?
Enchanter: No, but once I'm moved in I think we can give it a try.
Maiden: I'll get the paperwork and meet you at the tavern. Dinner's on me.
I'm so happy whenever people know exactly where I was going with something.
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I've seen a lot of incredibly lukewarm takes about progression fantasy/LitRPG/isekai fantasy/whatever you want to call The Fantasy Genre Where Numbers Go Up.
A lot of traditional fantasy fans don't like it because it's, well, missing most of the stuff that we love about traditional fantasy. There is often very little character development and very little philosophical musing. There is often no nuance or complexity.
But I've seen folks say some very mean things about the subgenre and the people who like it. ... And I don't think they get the fundamental draw of LitRPG. I'm mostly coming at this as an outsider, so I could be very wrong about this; I've seen a lot of people talk about the LitRPG/progression fantasy settings they're building on r/worldbuilding and r/fantasy, and I've read a wee bit of it but not much. I'd love to see someone who reads a lot in the genre weigh in.
But it seems like the main draw of this genre, the main daydream powering the fantasy, isn't actually about the leveling up or even about the clever tricks that the heroes use when they're under-leveled. It's that in a LitRPG world, if what you can do is reduced to a number, that number means something.
Like, the whole 'isekai with power scaling based on video game mechanics' genre came from Japan and Korea, right? And it's aimed at teenagers, right? ....Think about it for a sec. Across the world, and especially in East Asia, a lot of teenagers' lives revolve around one number: their school grades (and/or test scores). If your grades suck, you are treated as subhuman until you get your shit together. If your grades are good, you are under an incredible amount of pressure to keep it that way. Your grades/test scores are A Number That Defines Your Fate.
And like, grades are a terrible measure of human worth for a whole bunch of reasons. But one of the biggest ones is that, as a high schooler, they're not actually under your control. There are absolutely things you can do to raise your grades if you're struggling, but a lot of your life circumstances, as a teenager, are defined by someone else. If your parents are fighting and keeping you up til 3 AM? Or if you get a teacher that hates you and grades you accordingly? Your grades are going to suffer, through no fault of your own, and there isn't much to be done about it. Everyone knows that The Number That Defines Your Fate is garbage, and yet you have to obsess over it, or you're going to suffer for the rest of your life.
The fantasy of LitRPG is that the Number that Defines Your Fate is an objective fact, that hard work and persistence can actually change that number for the better, and that having a higher Number makes you cool rather than 'tired, stressed out, and unable to have any time to be yourself'. It isn't focused on relationships because most of its target audience doesn't have time for relationships, romantic or otherwise. There isn't room for philosophy or nuance, because most of the kids reading this stuff are tired to death and want popcorn fiction they can read between juggling 16 different assignments.
... And when you look at it in that light, it is much less an indictment of the people reading it and much more an indictment of the crappy system we're all trapped in. It's not that the kids reading it have zero empathy or interest in human connection; it's that they're stuck in a world that has no empathy for them.
Litrpg when done well is an exploration of power. I think it's appeal is that when power is distilled into Number(s) that Defines Your Fate it's interesting how conflict evolves and how the characters develop.
In my favorite titles protagonists find themselves in a world with no context and with power structures revolving absolutely around NTDYF. Somehow, through witt, gritt, or luck they survive a world hell-bent on crushing them for no other reason than someone stronger exists.
Somewhere along the way as they get stronger they become accustomed to what it takes, who they have to become to survive this world. Eventually, because they've become accustomed to responding to every threat with everything they have, they inevitably respond to a situation with disproportionate force. In the ensuing horror/realization, they're confronted for the first time with the responsibility of their power. Do they become like the people/system that tried to crush them? Pursue power until they can protect themself and maybe the people they care about? Do they try to dismantle the system itself for those that will never have the means to raise their NTDYF?
This is where the Litrpg fanbase primarily splits. While stories like these explore and criticize the way we see power used/abused day to day, there is also a large part of the fan base that really enjoys titles that emphasize the pursuit of power for power's sake. Those titles tend to focus on fighting, training, and grinding out levels.
These two camps often find themselves at odds with each other! There are notable titles that fit these respective archetypes, and it's extremely common for fans of one to claim that they couldn't finish the most popular title of the other.
The genre offers a lot of breadth and depth, and there are definitely growing pains as it tries to outgrow it's origins as a niche internet phenomenon.
Iāve had this thing swirling around in my head for a while about TSHD and Kemutai Hanashi, and how both of these manga engage very earnestly with asexual and aromantic flavors of queer philosophy in ways that go far beyond the surface level "being aroace is š valid and ok" type stuff I typically see, but Iāve been having a really hard time putting it into words. but I must do it. for pride month.
oops! a really long post about two manga I like
1. Ace and aro frameworks as queer frameworks
So there's this post I saw on here months ago that I still think about all the time, because it so perfectly describes how I feel about this topic. A lot could be said about this, but Iām trying to keep this part short, because the rest of this post is already so dang long. So I will summarize my thoughts as: one of the beautiful things about being aspec is how it forces you to distinguish what you want out of your life and relationships from what youāre expected to want. Ace and aro frameworks tell you that romance is not inherently more meaningful than other forms of love, that you can build the sorts of relationships that make you feel fulfilled in whatever form that takes, that your worth and maturity are not determined by how many romantic or sexual partners youāve had. What do you want once youāre freed from the pressure of what youāre "supposed" to want? What sort of connections to others make you feel seen? How can we build community so that being partnered doesnāt become a de-facto requirement for financial/social/emotional support?
These are ways of thinking that have the potential to benefit anyone. Yet my personal experience (from myself, and from talking to other aspec folks) is that people outside of ace and aro spaces often just⦠arenāt all that interested in what we have to say about this stuff. We might be included in general queer spaces, but a lot of the time we are viewed as some kind of fundamentally unknowable Other that gets included on a technicality but whose experiences arenāt applicable to the rest of the queer community. And this attitude gets reflected in media, too. In queer-friendly ensemble casts we might, if we're lucky, get one ace character who shows up to tell the audience "also some people šare asexual and/or aromantic!" and then gets promptly shoved aside so the narrative can get back to the interesting stuff (because obviously a character who doesnāt date or have sex canāt possibly add anything interesting to a story). Basically, the attitude even in the most inclusive spaces is: well, I guess maybe itās okay for aces and aros to not date or have sex because theyāre weirdos like that, but us normal people still need to do those things.
What Iām trying to say is, both in real life and in media I see a lot of siloing of identity. Aro people are in their aro box and gay people are in their gay box and straight people are in their straight box and so on, and none of these could possibly have any commonalities with or learn from each other. But I think that we deserve attempts to engage with queerness that go deeper than "what label can be put on this person so that we can fit them into the correct and discrete box that perfectly encapsulates their experience". Especially when it comes to ace and aro philosophies; being able to choose how to structure your life and relationships shouldnāt be a freedom granted only to those who have exhausted all "normal" options.
I donāt want to rag on media thatās doing surface-level inclusion ā thereās a time and place for it, and certainly there are plenty of people for whom thatās their first exposure to these ideas or to characters they see themselves reflected in. And since there are still many places in the world where queer people are denied rights or outright criminalized, simply stating "yes this is a real and normal thing" can be very powerful. But just speaking for myself, I am not interested in the "ace character shows up to give the audience ace 101 and then disappears" or "the creator said this character was aspec in an obscure livestream but nothing related to that ever appears in canon" kinds of stories anymore. I want to see stuff that actually engages with the underlying ideas that ace and aro frameworks bring to the table ā and treats these ideas respectfully, not as something that only applies to those boring aspecs over in their little weirdo corner, but as something that has the potential to help anyone.
And stories like that exist out there, too.
2. The Summer Hikaru Died & Kemutai Hanashi
[This section includes manga spoilers in here for both of these series, including some minor things from Kemutai Hanashi that the scanlations havenāt caught up to yet.]
In The Summer Hikaru Died, Yoshiki is a closeted gay teen in a homophobic rural village, whose best friend Hikaru (who Yoshiki was shamefully, guiltily in love with) dies and gets replaced by a monstrous doppelgƤnger. While Yoshiki is initially drawn to monster!Hikaru (aka 'Hikaru') as a replacement for the original Hikaru, over time he stops seeing 'Hikaru' as a Hikaru substitute and starts genuinely caring about 'Hikaru' as his own person ā one he has an indescribable bond with over their shared experience of feeling monstrous and out of place in the world. Itās stated on the page that 'Hikaru' doesnāt experience romantic or sexual attraction, or understand how humans split love into separate categories (e.g. platonic, familial, romantic), but that he does deeply love Yoshiki in an uncategorizable way. And, likewise, Yoshiki doesnāt have romantic feelings for this new 'Hikaru' the way he did for Hikaru, but he becomes extremely devoted to 'Hikaru' to the point that heās willing to give up parts of his own humanity just so they can stay together. Both of them agree that their home is with each other.
Yoshikiās romantic love for the original Hikaru is a meaningful part of him, but is never treated as inherently more profound or meaningful than his non-romantic love for 'Hikaru'. Itās never suggested that Yoshiki will be missing out on some vital piece of human experience by staying with 'Hikaru' instead of finding a human boyfriend capable of feeling attraction towards him. And 'Hikaruās rejection of labels, and the uncategorizable nature of his love for Yoshiki, is ultimately what frees Yoshiki to envision a future where he might be able to belong somewhere ā because maybe Yoshiki canāt quite accept his own sexuality without feeling shame yet, but he can accept 'Hikaru'. And if he believes that if an eldritch monster deserves happiness and love and a place to belong, then he can start to believe it about himself, too.
Kemutai Hanashi is very different story- and genre-wise (being a quiet slice-of-life manga about adult life and not a teen horror), but it shares a lot of thematic similarities. Takeda and Arita are two men who used to be high-school classmates, who reconnect in adulthood and eventually decide to start living together. They donāt have romantic feelings for each other, but they also donāt find it sufficient to describe themselves as "friends" or "roommates"; Arita in particular is tormented by the absence of a word that will make people understand what a significant place they take in each other's lives. Other characters frequently assume that they must be gay and dating each other, that if theyāre not dating theyāll eventually both have to move on and get "real" relationships, and insist that they canāt have a long-lasting relationship that isnāt sexual ā all of this building up to one of the most gut-wrenching manga chapters Iāve ever read (itās genuinely so well done and itās a travesty that hardly anyone in anglo animanga spaces seems to know about this series. Please, please, go read Kemutai Hanashi. Iām so serious.)
All of that is really excellently written in and of itself, but thereās another piece to this, too ā Kemahana also has a straight couple, Hinako and Ryuuji, whose relationship is considered abnormal by the people around them (in that they are unmarried, but living together and raising Hinakoās daughter from a previous marriage). Itās implied that Ryuuji doesnāt talk to his family anymore because they wonāt accept the relationship, and both he and Hinako have insecurities about how others perceive them. But in later chapters, Ryuuji explains that seeing Arita and Takedaās relationship reassures him that it really is okay for him and Hinako to live the way they are ā that itās fine to have a relationship that others donāt understand, and that hasnāt been legitimized by the prevailing social institutions like marriage. What matters is that the people inside of the relationship are happy with it.
This is what I mean by these manga going beyond surface-level portrayal of queerness to engage with something deeper. In both series, the rejection of labels and of the pressure to prioritize "normal" experiences of love (and the rejection of romantic love as a singularly special form of love), is what frees all the characters, even the ones who arenāt aro or ace or even any flavor of queer themselves. And this, I think, is kind of the point. There isnāt some special type of relationship or ideology reserved exclusively for aspec people. Anyone can do any of this. You can be allo and be in a QPR, or stay unmarried, or not date, or want just the sex without the romance, or do anything at all. You can decide that sex and romance are very important to you, but with intention and the knowledge of why you feel that way, rather than because itās just what youāre expected to do. The point is, everyone deserves to be free to live the life they want ā queerness not as a disconnected set of individual identities, but as a philosophy that supports all ways of living. We arenāt confined into our separate, mutually exclusive silos.
This is also why I donāt buy the "this would be better representation if it was a normal gay romance" fandom sentiment I see surrounding TSHD in particular. Itās not that it would be bad for it to be romantic, itās just that that is quite simply not the story that the manga is setting out to tell. It could have chosen to tell that story if it wanted to! Itās certainly the way I expected TSHD to go based on my entire lifetime of reading stories that insist on settling all the characters into romances by the end, and it probably would have been the more popular choice with readers. But Mokumokuren didnāt go that route, on purpose (as is clear from their various statements about it), and I think itās useful to consider what a story isnāt doing as well as what it is doing when thinking about the goals of a text.
In both these cases, the mangaka have intentionally chosen to tell a story that is not explicitly romantic, while still making it undeniably queer. And my personal opinion is that if the characters in TSHD or Kemuhana did turn out to have straightforward romantic-sexual feelings for each other and ended up in typical romances, the stories would actually not be as effective in achieving their underlying goals. Kemutai Hanashi has even addressed this textually via Aritaās storyline. So I canāt agree with claims that these manga "should have been" straightforward BLs, or that a romance would make them more meaningful or better representations of queerness. They are meaningful representations of queerness in and of themselves.
3. These stories are queer stories worth telling too
Related to the "this would be better representation if it was a BL" sentiment, thereās another statement Iāve seen come up often in the conversations orbiting TSHD (and also more generally in the conversations around non-normative relationships in fiction) that goes along the lines of: "QPRs/non-normative relationships in fiction are okay as long as the work also contains other [aka, 'real'] portrayals of queerness".
I really do not like these statements. I can be generous and understand what people mean to say when they say this, in a good-faith interpretation ā they want stories that take queerness seriously and donāt treat queer romance and sexuality like something dirty. Because, yes, there are some works that pull the "noooo they arenāt in love, the bond between these two guys is just so strong it transcends attraction :)" thing because they want the plausible deniability of not having to commit to it being gay. But, IMO, it is usually very clear whether a non-normative relationship in a story is being used to avoid or to engage with queerness. (TSHD and Kemuhana are both doing the latter.) And if a story is using it to engage with queerness ā to handle these types of relationships thoughtfully and purposefully ā then it is still a worthwhile queer story even if there isn't some other, different representation of queerness in the story too.
I get particularly prickly about this topic because "ace and aro people are totally welcome in LGBT spaces as long as theyāre also a real LGBT identity too" is an actual real thing exclusionists said when they were trying to push aspec people out of the queer community. I had people tell me this, both online and to my face in IRL queer spaces, verbatim, and I just have no patience for this stuff anymore. I want fellow queer people to stop throwing aces and aros under the bus by treating aspec stories as only conditionally queer, as if our perspectives are insufficient in and of themselves, only meaningful as long as we can tack on some proof of additional True Queerness that makes it count.
(Conversely, I also do think aspec fandomers need to reject the "noooo of course these guys arenāt gay (ew) they just have a bond that transcends attraction :)" thing as good aspec rep; if a story is trying to hide behind aspec people in order to avoid engaging with queerness, that is not something to celebrate. I know we in the ace and aro communities are starved to have literally any stories about people like us out there, but a story that is doing that is not interested in treating ace/aro/non-normative relationships as textually queer, either, and we will not benefit from it. The not-throwing-fellow-queer-people-under-the-bus thing goes both ways, and we will all be better off for it. But we really need people to be open to engaging in discussions about this without immediately jumping to the assumption that a text not canonicalizing a gay romance is always a choice rooted in homophobia. Sometimes the author has reasons for it that include wanting to tell a different type of queer story.)
Inevitably, Iām sure people will disagree about story intent and where a story comes down on avoiding vs engaging with queerness (hell, somehow there are still people who insist that TSHD is queerbaiting despite using their eyes and brains to read it). But I would much rather have the conversation be about examining the text itself, and the mechanics of effectual storytelling, than about whether ace and aro stories get to count as "really" queer or not.
4. In conclusion
I really like the ways that both of these manga engage with ace and aro queerness, not just as a matter of individual identity, but as an overall philosophy. Both of these series treat non-romantic relationships as just as meaningful as romantic ones, and intentionally choose to center types of love that donāt fit into standard platonic vs romantic or friends vs lovers dichotomies, while also remaining very, undeniably, queer. Thatās really special to me. Itās so rare to find any piece of media that handles the topic of aspec characters and frameworks earnestly, as inherently valuable, and with such nuance and care. Sometimes I canāt believe these series exist, and are as well-written as they are.
Anyway, go read The Summer Hikaru Died and Kemutai Hanashi. And then maybe go pester publishers to finally license Kemuhana in English so I can purchase physical copies of it. Please. For me. For Pride Month.
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one thing that i find interesting is that even though we never get to interact with Marika directly, only knowing her via obscure cutscenes and other characters' dialogue... she actually displays a wide range of emotions as much as any other NPCs.
her statues depict her as having a warm, gentle smile:
the Mimic veil description points to her playful, mischievous side:
(it's a popular theory in the JP/Asian side of the fandom that it's sth from her childhood - hence the "Marika's Mischief", not "Queen Marika's", and she used it to escape the grisly fate befalling her family.
additionally, its equivalence in Dark Souls is also something described as "the mischief of a young girl who sought relief from the solitude of the woods at dusk", aka Princess Dusk who hails from "Oolacile, land of ancient golden sorceries", but i digress)
her portrait, the story trailer's "Queen Marika was driven to the brink" and Gideon's dialogue after the player defeated Malenia pointed out her sorrow:
(back when i first played the base game, this is the portrait that drove my eyes most in Roundtable Hold. i kept gazing at her - the Queen with permanently lowered eyes, and thought "there is a girl in there")

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25 years ago an unknown Chinese protester stood in front of a tank in defiance of the government. No one knows the identity of the man but he was given the nick name āTank Manā. This is one of the most iconic photographs of the century.
Itās actually been 27 years now since the incident known as the Tiananmen Square Massacre occurred. The picture above, famously referred to as āThe Tank Manā was actually taken on June 5, the day after the massacre. (Which honestly makes him the one of the bravest person, to go back and stand up to a regime after such a terrible event transpired)
So what happened? Iām gonna give the TL;DR version:
April 15, 1989. Hu Yaobang, a former Communist Party Chief dies.
Many people, includingĀ workers, laborer, students and some officials come to mourn. You see, those protestors were originally there to mourn, not protest.
Time passed and there were some hunger strikes, and protests, and a call for accountability and reform from the government.
Eventually, things went south, because the communist party doesnāt have time to deal with these sorts of ādemandsā and grievances.
Keep in mind, the people wanted not the end of the Communist Party, but for the party to stop with the official corruption, rule of law, and the gross monopoly of information and power.
Incidentally, China still suffers from all of these SAME problems to this dayā¦
June 3, 1989. The massacre started at night to disperse the crowd. Many were shot, wounded, and killed.
June 4, 1989. Some of the parents of the protestors who never came home went looking for them. It was still total mayhem.
June 5, 1989. The iconic image of the tank man was taken. To this day, no one knows what became of this person.
Content Warning for video: blood
āTell the worldā¦ā
I cannot stress how important it is that people remember and know about this event. Do you know how China responded? With lies and censorship.
Even now, in 2016, we do not have an official death toll on the Tiananmen Square Massacre, the Chinese government doesnāt even acknowledge the event as a āmassacreā. And they weaves these cover stories of ācounter revolutionaries trying to overthrow the governmentā. Therefore, the violence was necessary to ~protect~ the people. (Or some bullshit like that)
The amount of lying and censorship in China is, quite frankly, scary amazing. Tumblr, which somehow managed to fly under their radar, found itself being blocked in that country.
After all, tell a lie often enough and it becomes the truth.
And those who remember the incident in China? ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦well, you tell me.
Please at least REMEMBER this tragedy. Untold innocent lives were lost, and a nation has been fed a lie for almost three decades now from their oppressive af regime.
I have never seen this video before.
What the fucking hell.
What the hell.
Tiananmen Square happened when I was seven, and letās just say children have a really interesting way of interpreting information.
I just remember thinking it was a happy event, because all these people were out on the street, and at first the army were interacting with these people. And it almost looked like a festival because people were singing and talking, and hopeful. And then tv coverage for the events got cut off.
The blocking of the live coverage had all the adults anxious, nobody said anything for ages, I just remember my grandmother saying, āJust be glad your father isnāt in China, now.ā
And that stuck with me to this day. Because yeah, if dad had been in China then he would have been in Beijing studying, he would have been on those streets with those other students.
It was the first time I knew that something horrible had happened to all those people I saw on the television. I donāt even remember how I knew that the army must have shot at the civilians, I just knew. Because when you grow up in China, especially in the 80s you knew there were things you donāt say, that you canāt express in a public forum, because that can get you and your family in trouble. You just knew, and it didnāt fucking matter if your were a child or an adult.
To this day I donāt remember how I found out what happened in Tiananmen Square, because the news covered it up, but people found out. My grandparents knew, my uncles and aunts knew. Extended family visited my grandparents, I remember people telling my mother not to mention my fatherās name because my father was a Chinese Beijing University graduate, who had gone overseas. Because there were people who died in the protests that my dad knew.
And it was all just so frightening because nobody was telling me directly what was happening, but I just knew that all the people on the streets was probably dead.
Looking back on it, Tiananmen Square instilled in a me a life long distrust of governments, but especially the Chinese government. Iām ethnically Chinese but I never want to return to China, not even for a holiday, and this has been my attitude even before Xi Jinping took power. Because Tiananmen Square was a peaceful protest that ended up with the army using heavy artillery against their own people. How can you trust in a system, in a government like that? Because if my dad had delayed further studies overseas by two years he would have been one of those students, one of those fucking kids on the streets that would have died.
And you know, when the Umbrella movement was happening in Hong Kong I was deeply panicked and just anxious because I kept on thinking all those people, all those kids are going to be killed. And when that didnāt happen it was such a relief.
When I found out years later that Chinese people a few years younger than me didnāt know what happened in Tiananmen Square I was so fucking angry. I canāt even articulate the rage and the sheer tiredness of it all.
Dad and I talked about Tiananmen Square a few times through the years, broadly, politically, and at times with sheer rage on dadās part. I donāt even know what I wanted to say, but just fuck this fucking regime.
I was In Hong Kong when Tiananamen Square Massacre happened. Hong Kong was still a British colony then and had full freedom of press, and its reporters were there recording live footage while trying to stay as long as possible when tanks rolled in and shots were fired, when students lay in blood and their fellow students piled the injured bodies on those wooden plank carts to get them to the hospitals, while asking the Hong Kongers who were there to support the movement to please remember that night and spread the story of the massacre far and wide, because they already knew they would be silenced, if not imprisoned or murdered.
That night, and in the upcoming months, Hong Kong was in perpetual tears, and in literal shock.
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