#primitive accessories

[hyacintho-surrexit]

Library (Sacramento)

[shooting-love-arrows]

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍

SYNOPSIS: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 who according to the sacred tradition of his peaople kiddnaps his bride. PAIRING: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 x Female! Reader tw. kiddnaping, mention of blood, general lack of consent (becaouse history says screw it), mayhem. WRITER DISGRESSION: I do not support this kind of behaviour! It is only a piece of fiction and and for entertaiment putpooses only. Thank you for your attention!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It was a sacred tradition among his people, passed down from generation to generation in his clan. Filled with adrenaline and led by primitive instincts, the soon-to-be groom/husband kidnaps his future bride and wife from her home. 

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 were traditionalists when it came to domestic life and topics related to love. He believed his ancestors and their ways of ‘wooing’ their subjects of affection were not only successful but also the truest form of confessing one’s feelings for their beloved.

Perhaps only taking you from home in the dead of the night would be better for an outsider like you, who is yet to understand the way of his people. But whenever he thought about it, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 was holding a belief that you deserved better. Something memorable and "romantic," quoting the wives in his village.

That is why he didn't hesitate to raid your village at night.

Dressed in his best furs and leather, additional beads attached to his long, messy hair, and all sorts of accessories tied to his clothes symbolizing his impressive position among his clan. He was at the front, proudly riding his trusted stallion and leading the group of his best warriors on galloping horses towards where you were residing.

Not soon after they'd arrived, everything was set on fire. The barbarians didn't spare a hut from the unforgiving force of nature of their torches. Even some unfortunate fellas couldn't escape from it. Some fortunate ones were given a quick death by the sharp blades of barbarians. 

It was the mayhem, gifted to you by 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧.

“Oh my dearest wife, where are you?” He kept thinking, urgently looking all around. Adrenaline and euphoria were pumping in his veins. He was a predator on a haunt, ready to pounce on you the moment he saw you. 

And found you he did.

The second he laid his eyes on you, he got into an action. Without hesitation, he quickly urged his horse to gallop towards you. It didn’t matter who he tramped on his way, nor who he slayed to get closer to you. His full focus was placed on you.

You stood no chance.

When he was close enough, like a hawk, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 swiftly leaned down and tightly gripped your waist, hoisting you up on his horse like you weighed nothing. You began to scream and trash in his iron hold, but it didn't phase him one bit. In his eyes, it was endearing and even arousing. He knew from the stories of the other married man that the more a woman puts on a fight, the better wife she’ll be. 

"Shhh...beloved...shhh!" 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 cooed, fervently kissing away your tears and wet cheeks and holding your hands tightly to his broad chest. Some of the blood splattered on his face he smeared on your snot coated face by nuzzling into you. Between whispering sweet nothings to you and coating your face and neck in his kisses, he couldn't help but laugh. His deep and raspy voice came rumbling from his chest, only frightening you further.

For 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 everything was perfect. Under the night sky, surrounded by flames (of his passion) and screams of villagers mixed with the mad laughter of his people, he achieved what he wanted. He gave you a grand and memorable ceremony. Additionally, in the eyes of his gods, clan and according to the sacred tradition, he laid his claim on you.

You were his, just like he was yours.

"You're mine, dearest wife. Mine!"

Forever.

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[yanderenightmare]

more gojo with curse!darling please! i lobe this concept<3

Gojo Satoru

P1 & P3

TW: abduction and captivity, mild condescension, mild coercion, NSFW hints, some descriptions of darling, but nothing too specific, a joke dissing people with blue eyes and pale skin

gn reader - fem labels (drama queen) & fem accessories (jewelry: various)

He kept you like one would a stray cat. Leaving you be as you found places of comfort around his apartment, hiding when you wanted to be left alone – which was almost always.

You hadn’t warmed up to him yet. Understandably so.

He’d set out food for you, locking the door with seals when leaving – scoffing out a laugh after coming home only to find the dish still on the table. He keeps forgetting you don’t eat.

You may look it, but you’re not exactly human.

But you are getting thinner, unfortunately. Suppose his apartment isn’t ideal hunting ground for a curse. And as you’ve gotten weaker, you’ve become wilder – primitive in a way – hissing at him when he gets too close – feeling vulnerable. 

You’re very cute.

But, cute or not, he doesn’t want to starve you. He isn’t cruel. So he walks and wonders what it is that you would find appetizing. 

Watching your behavior – how you sneak around his apartment looting – like a crow – collecting shiny objects to deck yourself in. Stealing all his rings, chains, watches, belt buckles, manchets, any gold or silver-rimmed glasses, and anything else you can use as jewelry – old coins, can tabs, all the silverware – along with everything else you deem pretty – fabrics, flowers, decorations, all his silk shirts. 

You rob anything and everything of value, making a nest of it all in the tub. 

His theory is that the bathroom is the shiniest place in the house and, therefore, where you feel you most belong. You sleep there despite him having given you a room – coveting all your findings.

He’s never really thought about how a curse can have such behaviorism. It’s not too odd to keep tamed ones as pets, but still, he’s never thought about why one would aside from utilizing them in combat. But you weren’t made for such intents and purposes. You were… just fascinating to have. Not far off from being an exotic pet.

But even for a curse, you’re unusual.

It’s not fear or death you thrive on. It’s… something a lot more innocent, actually – which is probably why you have no malicious instincts to hurt him – not that you could if you tried. But he can tell… you don’t want to be a curse, do you? In fact, those few times he has nicknamed you curse, you’ve scowled at him a little more than usual. 

No, what you desire is devotion – to be worshipped. 

What you want is to be a god.

Quite like him, actually. You like having your ego stroked. 

It’s your pride that needs feeding, and he can only asses that it feasts on people’s mad desire for you – of which he has plenty to give.

But you reject it.

“I won’t rely on the pity of a filthy jujutsu sorcerer. I’d rather starve.” You tell him with a sneer, curling yourself up with folded arms upon your chest – pouting with eyes closed, drowned in your treasure bath as though everything wasn’t nicking your skin, trying to ignore him.

He slants his head to the side, crouched down beside you with his arms resting on the tub, a smirk on his face – playing cute as he reaches a slim finger out to touch your cheek.

“Won’t you let a filthy jujutsu sorcerer worship you a bit? Trust me, a curse has never made me feel so weak before. Don’t you think I’d make for the best beggar?” 

You grimace, brows deepening into a vexed frown without opening your eyes, but you don’t flinch away. “I won’t be patronized. You keep playing with me like I’m your toy.”

“Maybe a little,” He chuckles softly. You’re such an honest and expressive little curse. “But I do think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen~”

“Naturally.” You reply simply, the furrow in your brow softening, but you don’t offer much more.

“Come on, pretty curse.” He drawls. “Let me help you before you waste away.”

You scoff. “Tch- foolish, selfish human… you really are such an ugly thing to behold.” The furl returns, but still, you keep your eyes closed. “Do you honestly think that your rancid touch is going to save me?” Then you laugh – harshly and mockingly. “Please, don’t flatter yourself. A god requires offerings left at their shrine, not the filthy touch of the peasants that leave them.” Your nose scrunches suggestively. “You should consider it a blessing to even be allowed to look at me.”

Vain and stubborn, he thinks. You are the curse of beauty. But still, he's never experienced rejection before.

Suppose he has to try a little harder…

He soon finds himself courting you. Trying to make you comfortable.

He starts giving you gifts – first, silver silk bedsheets that lure you into sleeping in your bed instead of the bathtub, along with other changes that make your room more appealing – ornate wallpaper, canopy drapes surrounding the bed, and a smaller chandelier for the ceiling. Happy to see you abandon your former treasure in the tub in favor of your new dwelling.

Then he gifts you other pretty articles – clothes and such that actually fit you – patterned silks and lace. He attempts to give you clothes you can use to cover up more of yourself, but you seem partial to wearing less – most comfortable in just an elegant kimono you can easily discard on the floor.

You’re confusing like that – walking around his apartment half-naked but hissing and scowling at him when he stares.

It’s more the jewelry you enjoy wearing – crowns, earrings, necklaces, body chains, rings for your fingers and toes, bracelets for your wrists and ankles – everything in abundance. Jingling when you step about.

You seem healthier after receiving his presents. Also, a bit less skeptical – now engaging in conversation with him – although often about what his next gifts will be and if he can buy you diamonds and rubies for you to bead your hair.

“Sorry, but the banks closed. I’m not giving you a single dime, your highness.” He laughs one day, eyes bright and smiling, watching the puzzlement befall your face before the spread of horror that soon followed after hearing his next words. “In fact, I’m gonna start taking things away.”

“You wouldn’t-” Your voice had dropped into something so weak it was adorable, no longer having that strident overconfidence you’d built up.

It makes him feel almost bad watching your face drain and become so distressed like a spoiled little brat who’d just been told no for the first time.

“Oh- I would.” He grinned like it was all only a cruel joke to him – something just for shits and giggles. “Satoru Gojo giveth and Satoru Gojo taketh away.”

“But-” Your lip wobbles, and he can spot the tears brimming in your eyes already.

He doesn’t let it bother him. Or at least he doesn’t let it show.

“I think I’ll start with all your jewelry- how about that necklace you’re wearing right now?” He threatens, pale hand reaching towards your neck to pull your pearls off – but you shrink into a ball on the floor before he has the chance to.

“No, no, no, don’t-” You start sobbing, and he thinks it’s the first time he’s seen a curse be so sad and desperate.

Not to mistake those countless curses he’d made cry and plead for their life, but that wasn’t what you were doing. You were grieving. 

You’re really such a simple thing, aren’t you?

His smile softens into something not so cruel. Crouching down to your level, placing his hand atop your head where you’re bowed and bawling, petting you soothingly. “Okay then, drama queen. Stop your crying. I’ll let you keep it.”

You raise your head, hopeful. Looking at him with terribly puffy eyes - cheeks streaked with teardrops hanging off your lashes. Looking so pained and vulnerable, it made his heart ache at the sight. 

You don’t say anything but he can tell there’s a question on your lips you’re unable to voice.

“Under one condition.” He answers. 

You flinch when his hand slides from your hair to cup your cheek, holding your chin as he rolls on his feet and places a kiss on your salty lips.

You gasp and allow it for a second but then abruptly push him off – falling back on your butt. “No- you’ll make me filthy.” You rush out. “Beauty is meant to be admired, not reaped. It’s not right. You can’t-”

He watches you blush and stutter and thinks it’s silly how he hasn’t thought about it before. But now it’s become clear. Curses spawn from human fears, after all. It’s not strange that they’re so similar. But still… he’d never think a curse would be afraid of losing their virginity.

“It’s okay,” He coos, setting his knees down softly – crawling forward to where you sit, hiding your face behind small hands decked in too many rings. “I’m not gonna stain you…” He promises, his breath warm on your skin. “I’m gonna make you feel like the most desired diety in the world.”

Your breath shivers as he takes your hands and uncovers your face – eyes wide looking at him.

“And after I’m done admiring you, I’ll get you more diamonds and rubies than you can count.”

You swallow – eyes skittering from one of his blue ones to the other.

“Really?” It’s below a whisper.

“You bet.” He answers with a smile, flashing you a smirk. “I’ll get you enough to swim in.”

Your nose does a little twitch like it usually does, but this time, it’s not to express disgust. “Do you promise?” You bite your lip – staring at him.

“Let’s make it a binding vow.”

And that’s the arrangement.

You let him admire you in ways you’ve never let anyone else before, but only if he fulfills all your greedy heart’s desires.

He doesn’t mind. It’s nice to have something to spend money on that’s worth it.

You’ll lie next to him and he’ll get to study you up close – finding things that betray you – model details that aren’t in line with human imperfections. Missing bone structure, flawless symmetry, hairless skin devoid of any and all accent of mark or spot – just smooth milky texture without a single fault.

He says it’s sad – that the standard for beauty isn’t even achievable, to which you reply that it’s only fair everyone should be subject to the same disappointment, never to achieve perfection like you.

He asks if you think he’s really that ugly. And you say yes.

“Liar.” He accuses. Head propped on his hand, his hair a tousled mess lying in the bed beside you.

You’re looking up at the ceiling but close your eyes insouciantly at his comment. You tip your chin a bit as you speak – lips pouty and proud. “Lies are an ugly trade- in which I don’t partake.”

“Oh, really?” He rolls on top of you and you give a whine. Looking up into his sparkling blues and how his pearly hair falls loose and wispy. “Then look me in my eyes and tell me I’m ugly.” He dares.

“Puh-” You scoff, folding your arms above your puffed chest, looking off to the side, still with eyes closed as though to dismiss him like you so often do. “Men with beady bright blue eyes and pink skin look like pigs.”

You sneak a peek with one eye when he doesn’t answer. He’s still looking down at you – still daring you. 

And you continue. Raising a finger to nudge his nose up. “Say oink-oink, piggy.”

He brushes your finger away as he leans in closer. Now with his nose rubbing yours.

“Tell me I’m ugly.” He repeats – his voice dipping low into that serious tone that makes your breath tight and your stomach flurry.

“You’re-” You try but it ends up swallowed, stifled beneath those big worldly blues. “You’re…” You try again but it’s worse than the first time, making you bite your lip. He’s not budging.

You look away. Feeling defeated and mopey because of it.

“You’re not as pretty as me.” You finally sulk.

So cutely grumpy with your pursed lips and vexed brow, he just has to laugh. “Tch- now that we can both agree on.”

And then he forces you to laugh too – beginning to snort like a boar into your ear, placing sloppy kisses to your neck while you scream out that it tickles.

P1 & P3

[simstationdance]

HAPPY BIRTHIVERSARY part 2 - Crop Tops & Punk Skirts

FUN FACT: The Sims 2 (2004) was released 3 days before the date upon which I was released from my mother's womb, therefore making me younger than The Sims 2 by 3 days as of September 14th 2024, but objectively older by 6 years as of September 17th 2024. As of this post, it is now my birthday. I can feel the hands of time slowly pulling me into the earth. Let's celebrate!

Today's Very Special Birthiversary post includes a set of stylish, vaguely Scene-inspired clothes for ladies: 24 recolors of the Urban Primitive skirt, separated from the Maxis outfit by Skell, and 5 Goth themed patterned recolors and 5 bright solid recolors of the 4t2 Bow Crop Top by MDPthatsme, with black tank top undershirts attached using textures by DeeDee. The clothes are for AF and TF, with Standalone and Repositoried options for TF, and they come with all morphs.

All meshes are included and special characters that would make the game load slower (specifically hyphens) have been removed from the filenames. Since the skirt is from the ever popular Maxis Match Repository Project, you probably have the mesh for the skirt lying around in your Downloads somewhere, so make sure you don't have duplicates.

For the skirts, there are two versions with tights - one of which is a mashup of fishnets by Io (colored red and black) and the Maxis black and white stockings, and the other is the Maxis shorts+fishnets texture because I liked it - and one version with bare legs, which can be used with @themeasureofasim's stockings accessory boxes. (actually only a handful work, see under the cut)

The crop tops and the skirts are 'meant' to be paired together but, being separates, you can mix and match with any other top or bottom you want.

CROP TOPS SWATCH | PUNK SKIRTS SWATCH

See under the cut for more (not very important) information.

DOWNLOAD (sfs)

Mesh credits: @mdpthatsme, Yuichen, @deedee-sims, Skell Texture and alpha credits: DeeDee, Ghanima Atreides, Creesims, Io, and Maxis Pattern credits: andrea_lauren, nerd-and-vine, ophelia_payne (@ Spoonflower), Blue Moth Fabrics, and VictoriaBat.

I have done my best to credit everyone who's resources I used. If I have misattributed or missed anybody, or if I have broken a rule in someone's TOU somewhere, please let me know.

Secondly, this is my first time 'retexturing' clothing instead of just recoloring it, as well as the first time I've done anything clothes-related in a very long time, so please be gentle to me with your criticisms and let me know if anything needs fixing <3

I wanted to recreate this outfit using only textures, because I know nothing about meshing and Milkshape scares me. As you can probably tell, I got a little carried away from the original goal.

I mashed a bunch of patterns, textures, and colors together on top of the crop top and skirt in an effort to learn 'advanced' recoloring of clothes in GIMP, as the most I've ever done before was just recoloring using pre-made PSDs. it was a bit of a disorganized disaster and there was quite a bit of blood, sweat, and tears. But the end results look... mostly nice, I think.

The arm warmers and fishnet gloves shown in the preview are a pair of accessories created by katsurinssims that I used to try to 'complete' the look, and are not included in this download.

Edit: im very sorry, I only tested a handful of the accessory stockings on the bare legs skirts, because I was very tired and there are A Lot of them, and assumed they would all work. But after a bit more testing, some of them have small gaps or poke through the boots, and the ones that are supposed to go over the crotch area end up looking like over the knee socks. Other than that, most of the knee high socks and tights work, but only on AF. I don't consider this a huge problem though, because a good amount of the tights work and the ones with gaps are barely noticeable.

There's a shoe swap that makes all of the boxes work with these skirts and I'll make another versIon of them with that mesh later.

[pocketseizure]

Designer's Note: The clothing that was provided to Zelda so that she could move freely in the Ancient Era was originally the outfit of a guest of honor to the court. We based the silhouette on Zelda's sacred white robe from the previous game.

We aimed for Zelda's large earrings and unglazed ceramic accessories to suggest a sense of great mystical power, and we also wanted to create a juxtaposition between the delicate embroidery adorning the clothing she wore as a princess and the more primitive clothing of the Ancient Era.

We sketched designs with the idea of Zelda as someone who traveled across a vast expanse of time in order to restore the Master Sword, and the main visual impression we wanted to bring out in her clothing was a graceful sway and flow of movement. It was with this in mind that we included elements such as her long green apron and its dangling ceramic beads.

[marlog-5]

Iruma Suzuki, (age 14), has grown up in the netherworld, where in humans are a delicacy. For the past several months, he has been terrified that his new human friends would think of him as a monster.

Hear me out. In the same way that in canon no one notices Iruma’s round ears and flat teeth, in this AU his teeth and ears are the part of his human disguise that’s the most likely to falter and no one notices. (the horns are the second most likely piece and people do notice that though, but this far he’s brushed it off on them being an accessory, so there’s a rumor going around that he’s secretly goth/alternative. This rumor is not helped by his evil cycle.)

I wanna do something with Kirio in this AU. My vague idea is that wants to summon demons and use them as a tool to bring mass suffering and despair. I can’t decide if he should summon Iruma as a familiar for the firework arch, and then Iruma finds a way to loop hole out of his contract to cause despair (and subsequently change his sigil) or if when he finds our Iruma is a demon, should get obsessive about finding a way to make Iruma his familiar so as to make him submit to his will. Or maybe a secret third option that I haven’t thought of yet.

Amari can be a part of a family that has long standing magical ties, which is what leads her to figuring out Iruma of her own devices so quick.

It’s kind of an interesting dynamic reversal because the canon story has set it up so that demons are the ones in positions of power over humans (‘mostly physically). So Iruma wouldn’t be as worried about his personal safety in this AU (and might even have to get over some biases about humans not being primitive or weak as he naively thought). However I feel Balam would still be worried about Iruma’s safety in the human world since humans can summon demons as familiars without the demons consent, binding them into whatever contracts they want. Which given that Iruma grew up thinking of humans the same way we think of mothman, I don’t think he’d realize they have that leverage over him.

[nina-renmen]

Yandere Pickle x Black reader pt.2

Reader is described as a female as well as taller than the average woman. Mentions of reader having braids

Part 1. Part 3

Pickle growled at the small man, Tokugawa looked up at Pickle. An annoyed glint in his eye. “ Maybe he’s attracted to her.” Tokugawa reasoned. The doctor beside him only shook his head. “ He has to be more than just attracted to the young woman.” He started, “ He was attracted to that reporter, physical attraction…that’s all it was. But with y/n there seems to be something else, maybe emotional?”

Pickle growled even louder, the primitive man had gone to sleep. His arms circled around you as if you were a teddy bear. He’d only rested his eyes for a few minutes, maybe an hour? However long it was the man woke up to find you gone. Only faint traces of your scent clinging to his body.

But now that scent was gone, the only thing left was his memory of your face. It’s been two days since he’d last seen you. The only other person visiting him was that strange man with the braid that challenged him.

Pickle grew anxious, did you leave him? Where were you?! Pickle opened his mouth letting out a loud roar as he yelled in frustration. “ Is he throwing a…Tantrum?” Tokugawa deadpanned. “ Yes…yes I believe so. It seems y/n’s absence is stressful on him.”

Tokugawa sighed fishing his phone from his pocket, “ I’ll give her a call.”

Y/n groaned as her alarm rang, her scalp felt tight to the point where it was almost uncomfortable. Ignoring the feeling y/n turned around and turned off the alarm on her phone. She didn’t have to work today at the dojo since it was Saturday. Y/n smiled to herself as she unplugged her phone before turning back around and nestling further into her blanket.

Just as y/n finally got comfortable her phone rang. ‘Tokugawa? What does he want?’ Y/n mentally groaned as she answered the call. The more the conversation went on the more y/n realized that she would not be spending her Saturday sleeping all day.

“ This better be good, I haven’t gotten a decent amount of sleep all week.” Y/n groaned as she walked through the same entrance as she did two days ago. Pickles yells could be heard but once your voice reached his ears he stopped, his yells silencing. Turning around he met your unamused figure. Y/n crossed her arms and shifted her weight onto one leg, she was very, very unamused.

“ Really?” She asked looking up at him. Pickles eyes widened. His golden orbs sparkling with life as he looked down at her. But when y/n hadn’t shown her teeth back he frowned. Bending down, the primitive man was now on his knees so he could get a better look at you. Tilting his head to the side, confusion ran through him. Were you upset? Why? You did look tired.

Pickle looked up and noticed your hair. A new smell coming from it. Small accessories implanted inside making his face noticeably show curiosity. Lifting up his hand, he reached out to grab one of your many braids. But the harsh contact against his skin made him feel his hand back. A whine erupting from him.

“ No! You’ve been a very bad boy.” Y/n scolded, placing a hand on her hip. “ Why did I get a call from Tokugawa saying you were throwing a Tantrum? That is not acceptable behavior!” Y/n reprimanded the much larger man.

Pickle only let out a whine in response, his face morphing into a frown. Once y/n was finished she took one more look at him. Did she feel bad? No, she could be sleeping right now. But did she think his puppy eyes were absolutely adorable? Yes, yes she did.

Y/n raised a hand, her hand coming down lightly onto of Pickles head. “ All I’m saying is that you can’t act like that.” She said softly, her hands raking through his hair. The sad expression seemed to disappear immediately as Pickle tilted his head to the side like a cat, leaning into her touch. His chest rumbled, a purr emitting from him.

“ Hey!” Y/n called out, tilting her head up to the top of the stadium. Tokugawa and the doctor sat there amazed by how calm Pickle was. “ Why is he���like this anyway? I thought he was aggressive?”

The two men didn’t have a concrete answer. They could only make out guesses as to why Pickle was like this. Only pickle knew why he truely craved for your attention, your touch and your scent. But it was a shame he would never tell anyone.

[khalidistan]

It seems like every year I end up writing an iteration of the same idea. But here I am! Writing it again! If you haven’t seen the tweet that sparked this conversation, I’ve screenshotted the tweet and artwork below. It’ll help inform this discussion. Full piece under the cut.

It would help to check out my essay from 2021 about the emasculation of Abdul Ali from Squid Game, since both pieces share similar references.

Maryam Khalid writes “Orientalist notions of the masculinity of the ‘Eastern’ male as uncivilized also inherently ascribe primitiveness, ineptness and a certain amount of weakness to the barbarized ‘other.’” Those doomed to the mythical Orient are automatically placed lower in masculinity than their white and colonial counterparts.

The reason for this emasculation is to defang them, to ensure they can never attain the same power conferred by white masculinity and to maintain racial purity: “This feminizing divests the male body of its virility and thus compromises its power not only to penetrate and reproduce its own nation (our women), but to contaminate the other's nation (their women) as well” (Puar, 99).

To be South Asian is to be pathologically queer, irrespective of the one’s true sexual orientation. “The Orient becomes a living tableau of queerness” by virtue of being from the Orient (Said, 103). There is already a robust amount of artwork depicting Pavitr with tons of gold jewelry and piercings, which to the West are typically feminine accessories. This essentially reduces Pavitr to a stereotype of South Asian culture.

Fanworks use the bejeweled, indulgent, exotic, and sultry attitude as a short-hand for their perception of South Asia. They are “caricatures stripped from movies like Disney’s Aladdin, the Arcana or people’s sexual fantasies about our men,” as allahrakhi writes in her essay on fandom's reception of Claude von Riegan from Fire Emblem: Three Houses, a character similarly mischaracterized by virtue of his brown identity.

Puar describes that the (implied white) nation defines “upright, domesticatable queernesses that mimic and recenter liberal subjecthood, and out-of-control, untetherable queernesses” (47). Nonwhite queerness is “untetherable,” leaving white queerness as “domesticatable.” This inability to engage brown queerness forces brown queer people to assimilate into white queerness.

In fandom’s and society’s mind, there is no such thing as a queer South Asian without them discarding their brown identity and adopting white queer practices, behaviors, and aesthetics. Queer South Asians are “either liberated (and the United States and Europe are often the scene of this liberation) or can only have an irrational, pathological sexuality of queerness” (Puar, 13).

Which brings us to the recent depictions of Pavitr in fanworks, stripping him of his masculinities to render him as a vapid, neutered, and yes, whitewashed queer boy, completely unrecognizable from the source material.

Interestingly, this reduced masculinity co-exists, paradoxically, with the idea that men from the Orient are simultaneously aggressive, belligerent, and violent. Elgin Brunner writes: “Such a framing—the association of the enemy with barbarism, as opposed to the self, which is civilized—includes two, often simultaneous, moves, that is: the ‘hypermasculinization’ of the enemy on the one hand, and his ‘effeminization’ on the other… The very same opponent is, by virtue of being categorized as a cowardly barbarian, rendered effeminate.”

The flip side of the effeminate brown man is the hypermasculine brown man, which can be seen through Miguel, one of Across the Spider-Verse’s antagonists. Both instances of brown masculinity confiscate personhood from characters who would have otherwise offered rich, nuanced, interesting perspectives to the story and to the audience.

It would be myopic of me to not mention the implicit genderings of other nonwhite ethnicities in this discussion. Brown men hold a unique positionality to other nonwhite men in a racial triangulation I’d like to examine further in another essay for the future. Brown men can either be gendered the way that East Asians are (feminine, asexual, neutered, timid, obedient) or the way that Black people are (hypersexual, predatory, dangerous, aggressive). Both misgenderings are in opposition to the “ideal” male gender, which is of course, the white man. This fallacy is why we see Hobie depicted as cruel, mean, and irritated in the exact same artwork from earlier.

Many people in this artist’s quoted replies have accused the artist of being white. I have seen some criticisms of the backlash, that people shouldn’t assume the artist’s ethnicity. I think both opinions miss the point: anyone can be orientalist. Membership within a nonwhite ethnic identity does not absolve the individual of perpetuating orientalist or racist depictions of characters of color.

As Edward Saïd said, “Everyone who writes about the Orient must locate himself vis-a-vis the Orient” (Orientalism, 20). That is to say, if you write and depict the Orient and people from the Orient, you have to consider your positionality in relation to the Orient. Naturally, this would mean that white people should always be cognizant of their depictions of Orientals. But East Asians can also orientalize, whether it is other ethnic groups like South Asians; or self-orientalization. Similar can be said for South Asians who self-orientalize.

Khalid writes “Gendered identities do not exist independently of other factors, and must be viewed as intertwined with, for example, race or ethnicity if we are to understand the hierarchical organization of identities.” There is no examination of gender without an accompanying racial context. And Pavitr’s emasculation in fandom certainly requires a critical eye for both race and gender, lest we repeat the same dehumanizing characterizations of him in further fanworks.

Works Consulted:

Brunner, E. M. (2008). Consoling display of strength or emotional overstrain? the gendered framing of the early “War on terrorism” in transatlantic comparison. Global Society, 22(2), 217–251. https://doi.org/10.1080/13600820801887223

Khalid, M. (2011). Gender, orientalism and representations of the ‘other’ in the War on Terror. Global Change, Peace & Security, 23(1), 15–29. https://doi.org/10.1080/14781158.2011.540092

Puar J. K. (2007). Terrorist Assemblages: homonationalism in queer times. Duke University Press.

Said, E. W. (1994). Orientalism. 25th anniversary edition. With a new preface by the author. New York, Vintage Books.

[machinegrl]

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[darkmetaknightspussy]

I would like 2 hear ur susie analysis plz

Susie is a highly organized, highly intelligent businesswoman, engineer and mad scientist. She is also a very affable and silly young adult, and has no shame about it - she openly adores sweets and cute things and decks out her carefully engineered WMDs with bright colours and pretty patterns. There’s even adorable watercolour-style official art of her mundane day-to-day life — fussing over a board meaning, exercising on a treadmill*, singing karaoke, trying on hair accessories (with her helmet on?). She ate a rock that one time.

She’s also the villain of the story; or at least most of it. And she’s a damn good one, too!

Susie doesn’t see herself or her actions as evil or cruel, and it shows; she’s cheery and well-mannered even when she’s trying to blast you to little pink bubblegum bits. She speaks with an air of dismissal and condescension toward inferior ‘natives’ like Kirby and openly dehumanizes MK as somewhere along the lines of a product or object, but it’s so… casual. The contents of her dialogue may be utterly horrific, but her tone is nearly always friendly. Customer Service Voice-esque.

She genuinely believes she is doing these people - well, whether she truly sees them as people at all or not is oft called into question, but I digress - a favour. She dehumanizes other species as ignorant and inferior, like children who don’t know any better and need the guidance of an external force to live up to their full potential. In her eyes, these native ‘primitives’ need her help; to take advantage of their home planet’s lush resources, to be shed their “lazy” lifestyle and put themselves to work, to adhere to her standards of how good, proper folk had ought to conduct themselves - like machines.

When Star Dream absorbs her father’s consciousness, in the original Japanese and PAL localization, she stops calling Kirby by twee little nicknames and finally addresses them by their name. (In the former, it’s name AND title: ‘Kirby of the Stars’). Kirby defeats her in combat time and time again, and ARGUABLY maybe even earns her respect, a little bit. The eleventh hour strikes and she’s forced to rely on the kindness of someone who she’s up to this point belittled as a lesser being, because now they’re in the same boat and she’s on the receiving end of being treated as an obstacle to be disposed of, too. And it’s GREAT.

I don’t even have a proper conclusion to this whole thang I just like Susie so much.

*She has legs, they’re just invisible. Fun fact. Her feetsteps

[xiazats-mind]

Introducing Proteans

What is a Protean?

Simply put, a protean is a highly advanced single celled organism that can freely and quickly alter their form, due to their biology consisting of cytoplasm and loose organelles encased in a slick, rubbery membrane. Proteans can be as large enough to fill a 20 foot cube or shrink to a 2.5 foot cube, but most often seen in forms that fit in a 5-6 foot cube. 

Protean appearance widely vary, but often choose to resemble some form of animal, anthropomorphic or otherwise.

Each protean has a set of 4 identifying features called morphic resonances that differentiate individuals and play a role in reproduction, as each resonance is equivalent to 25% of their dna; Morphic resonances can manifest in several ways, from purely cosmetic to beneficial or even detrimental. These include, but not limited to:

Colors/Color Combinations

Patterns, such as speckles or rune like symbols

Additional Organelles, such as chloroplasts or bioluminescent coelenterazites

Altered Organelles, such as thicker cell membranes or less efficient mitochondrias

Due to morphic resonance, proteans cannot perfectly imitate other creatures, which is one of the main reasons that they’ve been accepted by other sapient creatures.

Biology

Proteans have similar biology to eukaryotic cells and ameba, with various organelles substituting for the appropriate organ, such as the nucleus being the brain and the mitochondria being the lungs. Proteans have unique organelles, such as photoreceptors that grant them sight, (although they tend to be near-sighted due to their primitive design), and a cytoplasmic capsule, which stores and releases cytoplasm as needed when shifting their form. Proteans also have a voalisk, which is a flexible tube-like structure that air can pass through to make sounds. Proteans hear when soundwaves travel through their cytoplasm into their nucleus, in a process similar to an ear canal; However, proteans have sensitive hearing and hate loud noises.

The cytoplasm of a protean is non-newtonian, with a viscosity slightly thicker than water at room temperature and have a pH of ~6.2.

Proteans can temporarily harden parts of their membrane for self defense or for utility, though the hardened parts can’t change shape until it's unhardened.

Proteans can reproduce with each other by forming a cylindrical tendril called conjugative pilus to inject genetic material into one another, after which a new protean begins to develop and bud off over the course of 3 months. New proteans have a combination of the two parents’ morphic resonances. Couples with more than one shared resonance typically don’t procreate, as this is seen as inbreeding.

Proteans fully mature at ~24 years of age. Their average lifespan is unknown, as there are no known records of proteans dying of old age. 

A protean's diet mainly consists of highly nutritious foods, but they can consume any organic matter. Proteans can easily swallow food whole, but bigger foods might require hardened membrane “teeth” to rip their meals into easier to digest chunks.

Due to their unique biology, proteans are very susceptible to strong chemicals, as their membranes are easily weakened by them, allowing the chemicals into their body or outright rupturing. Chemicals inside a protean's cytoplasm can disrupt its delicate pH balance and/or damage its organelles, both of which can easily lead to death.

Temperatures below freezing cause proteans to become lethargic and be unable to shape-shift, while temps above 100°F cause their cytoplasm to begin to boil and make their membranes painfully elastic.

Culture/Society

Proteans don’t have a solidly defined culture, mostly copying the one they live in.

Proteans typically wear minimal clothing, as it interferes with their shape-shifting, and they view whatever form they currently have to be analogous to clothes. Whatever accessories they do wear tends to be utilitarian in function.

Proteans are amphibious, with many choosing to live their entire lives underwater. Proteans weirdly become more animalistic when submerged in water for more than a few hours, the condition worsening the longer they’re in. It is currently unknown why this happens, but this can be reversed by simply spending an equivalent amount of time out of water; That being said, some proteans have difficulties fully recovering from their semi-feral state, often resulting in existential crisis. 

A protean’s reaction to being submerged in water is theorized to be connected to their origins as formerly aquatic beings; Ancient proteans were feral aquatic beings that evolved into amphibians, and would eventually come into contact with primitive sapient races; Likely started as predators, but were ‘domesticated’ by feeding on food scraps. It’s speculated that ancient sapients noticed that proteans perform better when fed with cooked/prepared nutritious food. Generations later (about 500 years), proteans developed sapience. 

Proteans are a free species, and you may use them as you see fit.

[caramelcactus]

Did you have any headcannons for your version of micheal afton?

Oh yes I’ve got lots of them. I posted something a long time ago, you can check it out under alive au tag + some info in my latest art

I store them in my head and I may not remember all of them right now but here are some

• primitive one, but Mike smokes. His maladaptive coping mechanism

• My favorite hc I made in February when I started my Aftons fanarts is Michael having a habit to talk loudly and because of that literally everything he talks about sounds like an angry rant

• Michael resembles William a lot in both looks and behavior. Both him and his dad are aggressive and destructive when upset. They share snarky attitude, dark humor, even certain expressions, etc. Michael got plenty of traits after his mom too, but William’s ones are domineering. I wanted to point that out in my future comics which I hope I’ll get my hands to someday

• He’s bi. I put that little detail in his stuff like pins and other accessories

• He’s a menace and terrorizes his entire school

[arkipelagic]

The Spaniards were puzzled and perplexed at how promiscuous the Visayans were and how much they enjoyed the use of their genital piercings, which was, according to the late 16th century anonymous writer of the Boxer Codex, a “constumbre inbentada por el dimonio [custom invented by the devil]”. The Visayans were “todo un dia o una noche pegados y asidos el uno con el otro [stuck all day or night clinging to each other]” while “sintiendo en esto gran delectacion mayormente las mugeres [feeling great delight in this, especially the women].” (…) When all the indulgent sex proved too much for the Spaniards, they enacted a ban on the sacra, punishing those who they found wearing it, hoping that it would calm Visayan loins. However, the Visayans were able to circumvent the prohibition by making visually subtle spurs that escaped Spanish surveillance. (…) Over the years, however, the threat of punishment and spread of Catholic morality overcame sexual desires, and the use of such genital accessories eventually faded.

(…) There is reason to believe that, as Southeast Asia was (and still is) a dynamic web of maritime communities, the practice of penis mutilation may have started somewhere in the region then spread outwards, developing into unique local forms. If that’s the case, then it’s necessary to look for other documentary evidence to prove possible connections. (…) One of the earliest reports regarding such practices in Southeast Asia comes from the Chinese voyager Ma Huan, who might have seen it firsthand or heard of it in the course of his long travels. He wrote in 1433 that in Siam (now Thailand):

“When a man has attained his twentieth year, they take the skin which surrounds the membrum virile, and with a fine knife. . . open it up and insert a dozen tin beads inside the skin; [then] they close it up and protect it with medicinal herbs.”

The next recollection comes from a European (…) One of the things that piqued [Jacques de Coutre’s] interest was the very same practice recorded more than a century ago by Ma Huan. De Coutre wrote that in Siam and neighbouring Pegu (now Bago, Myanmar):

“…all the great gentlemen, whether of medium or small stature wore at the head of their penises, inserted inside the flesh, two bells which they call bungkals. They are as big as nuts and they tinkle like bells, but quite loudly; and the more noble gentlemen wear two and four more [emphasis mine].”

In the operations mentioned above, the use of the pin, or tugbuc, is absent. This suggests two things: either bells, or bungkals, were a more primitive form of Southeast Asian genital ornaments or they were later iterations that did away with the need for a pin. Whatever the case may be, what they ultimately signify is the fact that penis mutilation was quite widespread in Southeast Asia although the means by which it was observed varied.

Excerpt from “Sakit kag Kanamit: Genital Accessories in Ancient Visayas” (2021) by Pippo Carmona

[discworldwitches]

i know the theory of evolution has been used to justify eugenics but what do you mean it's tied to pseudoscience (besides pop science and racist understandings of it)? and like, what are the actual alternatives then?

evolution as in the actual phenomenon cannot & does not affirm the idea that certain ways of being, behaviours, bodies, etc. are “degenerate” or “primitive” but the theory can and was applied in this pseudoscientific way (ie social darwinism). so what i am referring to is pseudoscientific applications of evolution such as “race science” (which we referred to racial pseudoscience or race pseudoscience in some of my upper level classes in my degree).

i wrote a whole big reply but i went back to steven angelides and he explains it best.

note, bisexual was initially coined (krafft-ebing. 1886) to refer to intersex individuals and bisexuality was referred to as “psychic h*rmaphroditism” (cw for use of h slur)

The newly emerging registers of sex/gender and sexuality were inextricably entwined through the hegemonic discourse of evolutionary theory. Determined to reorder dominant social hierarchies, scientists explained deviations of normative being and behavior in terms of a hetero-teleological scale of evolutionary development. Blacks, homosexuals, children, and women were situated at lower points on this scale than white heterosexual men, not able (or not yet able) to reach the highest stage of (hu)man evolution. The category of bisexuality played a central role in this linear model, and thus in the epistemological configuration of the category of sexuality (Angelides, 2001). The human differences of race, age, gender and sexuality were thought to be the effect of a specific temporal and spatial relation to what evolutionists and sexologists referred to as primordial hermaphroditism or embryological bisexuality. Believed to be the earliest form of human ancestry, primordial hermaphroditism, or bisexuality, as Frank Sulloway (1979, p. 179) points out, became the evolutionists “missing bisexual link.” This was confirmed by recapitulation theory, which posited that the human embryo repeated “in its own life history the life history of the race, passing through the lower forms of its ancestors on its way to maturity” (Russett, 1989, p. 50). In other words, as Charles Darwin (1927 [1871], p. 525) posited, every individual “bears rudiments of various accessory parts, appertaining to the reproductive system, which properly belong[s] to the opposite sex.” This meant that blacks, women, children and homosexuals were thought to be the effect of an unsuccessful evolution, closer to, or retaining many more elements of, the originary (pre-historic) bisexuality of the human race and individual embryo. Put differently, an individual’s distance from this state of primordial bisexuality dictated the degree of one’s evolutionary advancement. Within this framework, therefore, the axes of race, age, gender and sexuality were defined and aligned by their very relation to bisexuality.

However, bisexuality posed a problem for sexological discourse. In the attempt to catalogue human sexual behavior, sexologists were con- fronted with the dilemma of containing its variant forms within the nascent and rigid oppositional categories of hetero- and homosexuality. After all, even in his 1897 publication, Sexual Inversion, Havelock Ellis (1897, p. 133) acknowledged the “person who is organically twisted into a shape that is more fitted for the exercise of the inverted than of the normal sexual impulse, or else equally fitted for both” (emphasis added). Similarly, Krafft-Ebing (1965, pp. 373-385) had identified what he called “psychical hermaphroditism.” Yet, sexology was unable to account for bisexuality as a form of sexuality. For instance, on the one hand, Ellis (1928 [1901], p. 88) claimed that “[t]here would seem to be a broad and simple grouping of all sexually functioning persons into three comprehensive divisions: the heterosexual, the bisexual, and the homosexual.” Yet, on the other hand, he affirmed like Krafft-Ebing, that “[m]ost of the bisexual prefer their own sex . . . [and that this] would seem to indicate that the bisexuals may really be inverts.” “In any case,” stated Ellis (1928 [1901], p. 278), “bisexuality merges imperceptibly into simple inversion.”

The difficulty for sexologists constrained by a linear logic of temporal succession was how to reconcile bisexuality as at one and the same time a biological cause (embryological bisexuality) and a psychological effect (bisexual identity). Ultimately, bisexuality as a form of sexuality or identity had to be refused in the present tense.5 That is to say that bisexuality always had to be somewhere else–in the embryo, the sphere of human prehistory–or something else–either really heterosexual or homosexual. It could never be a stable sexual identity in the here and now otherwise the epistemological integrity of the very categories of man, woman, heterosexual and homosexual would be thrown into doubt (Angelides, 2001).

steve angelides, historicizing bisexuality p. 130-132

[soulsxng]

If my oc's were misinterpreted by fanon, pt 3:

Alsina

These next two are ladies (or present as ladies, in Alsi's case, since sexes are different for the vasyrus), so of course they would end up getting shoved aside for the boys. Or viewed just for sex.

I feel like she would get minimized to both the big booby goth and the wine aunt stereotypes.

People would just treat her as an accessory to Sivel. Because she did plan to overthrow him when she first came back, people would also probably speculate that she's using him/biding her time before she stabs him in the back.

I think people would take her habit of going as far as she has to in order to accomplish her goals, and her being unashamed to speak or act against things that she feels are wrong would get her pegged as being overly emotional. Or a bitch that takes things too seriously.

Nirbhi

Again, she's a lady so she'd automatically be pushed aside for the boys, for the most part. Or just viewed for sex. I could see that being especially bad with Nir.

Portrayed mostly as a ditzy airhead that lets her attendants take care of everything for her. Probably also a good bit of spoiled and selfish princess in there too, because of course.

I can see a lot of people either forgetting that she was a goddess for most of her life, or making her out to be some horrible woman that abandoned her followers without warning. All because she wanted to shirk her responsibilities and go have fun, instead!

She's a healer-type, so obviously that means she can't defend herself and is very weak. Needs protection, either in the "oh noes uwu, she needs a big, strong man to keep her safe" way, or the "ugh, she's so annoying, she can't do anything" way. I hate both, and so would she.

Pythius

People would absolutely only see him for the act he puts on with everyone. Arrogant, flirtatious and indulgent, vain and hotheaded. No depth here, no sirree! Might kind of sum up to a hot, but almost comic relief-y character in some ways.

He was never married, noooo, he's a playboy, he probably just knocked her up, he was never actually in love with her! And he probably neglected his sons, too! Actually no, I'm sorry. I mean he probably neglected Satan's sons--

People would also probably try to paint him as a drunken lecher, too. But in a "sexy way", for the most part.

Lazy, leaves all of his work to his siblings. But he still argues with all of them constantly, because there's gotta be one sibling in the bunch that causes a bunch of fights and drama!

I say all of this, but despite it all, I still feel like people would still somehow love him, and make all kinds of excuses for him.

Shilo

Always dozing off somewhere random, lazy, pretty emotionless and mysterious. People would treat his eels as snakes. This makes them sad :c

Cares a lot about nature and the state of the realms, so I can see a lot of people making him out to be really primitive and dumb. Or making him out to be the type that will jump down a person's throat for even considering the use of a plastic straw. Either way, I can also see it being treated as some haha funny joke.

Able to do mind/body control = he's instantly irredeemably evil.

Again with the "he's misunderstood, nothing he did as the Tyrant of Ennirem was wrong!" vs "he's evil and did that because he's evil and bad, and he didn't change or learn anything at all from what happened back then" battles.

Sivel

I can see a lot of blatant casual racism toward Sivel, unfortunately. Toward all of the Vasyrus, if I'm being honest. Because in a lot of places, they're painted as "the bad guys" in the Brinnelan war, with no acknowledgement to what led up to and caused any of that in the first place. And since Sivel is the king, he'd probably face the brunt of it.

He'd be viewed as cold and ruthless, power-hungry, unreasonable...all kinds of things, I'm sure. No wonder his wife left him!

Speaking of his wife, he probably forced her to marry him. Among other things.

On the more lighthearted side, I could see people dialing his nerdiness up to 11. Also his shut-in tendencies that pop up when he's really into something he's working on, or studying.

Serious all the time. Cannot take a joke. Doesn't tease, and is never playful. Sarcasm goes way over his head. I can see this being construed in both a sillier, kind of oblivious sort of light, and in a more negative sort of light, depending on what part of the fandom you ask.

Another "If you like this character, you condone everything bad that he's ever done, and you're just as problematic as him" victim.

[hattoriandkudo]

History with Conan: Japan’s Jomon Period (Jomon Fashion)

Men and women both wore simple garments made from a single piece of cloth with a hole for the neck.

Woman: I wonder what people in the future look like?

Man: I’m sure women in the future take care to be stylish like you!

Conan: This is Jomon period clothing!

Many accessories have been found at Jomon sites, made from stone, bone, and even shells.

A waist accessory carved from a deer antler, and bracelets made from shells

Hairpins, earrings, and necklace

Jomon accessories weren’t just stylish, but could have been worn to ward off evil too!

With illustrations and information from History Detective Conan 1: Jomon Period (Time Drifters in a Primitive World).

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