Yep, still in love with Hemostuck.

I spent last week coughing my internal organs out and trailing Kleenex everywhere I went, so there wasn't much else to do except drink tea and be miserable and abate my misery with fanfiction. To this end, I embarked on a reread of Hemostuck. (Both because I had the time, and because my throat being on fire makes even the kind of deep emotional pain that Hemostuck hits me with seem tolerable! :D I'm a wimp.)


I'm still completely, utterly in love with Hemostuck!Eridan; I want to, like, tenderly kiss his fins and feed him oranges and maybe take him shopping somewhere expensive. (This is nothing new; it's my standard reaction to Hemostuck!Eridan. Actually, it's my standard reaction to most Hemostuck!characters!) I found myself noting more of Eridan's implied past, this time round; I got hammered hard by the themes of use and abuse that surround Eridan.


Roach (or possibly uA) once said that "the question asked in 'The Fisher-Prince' is 'who owns Eridan Ampora,' and the answer, distressingly, is not 'Eridan Ampora'." That has stayed with me as close as any actual line from the fic, because it's so very pithy yet dead-accurate a summary. Eridan doesn't own himself; being seadweller means he's open to the most basic violations of his bodily integrity. The entirety of "The Fisher-Prince" is a string of subtle and unsubtle examples of times Eridan makes or attempts a deal that ends with him being hurt.


( Continued beneath the cut. (Warning: discussion of assault.) )

The other interesting things I noticed were a whole bunch of stuff about Feferi, in the context of Eridan's experiences in the capitol.


( More rambling )