#primitive accessories

[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.

[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.

[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.

[kinbedo]

Have we been too critical with Natlan? Too harsh?

This art actually made me realise that Natlan isn’t as “modern” in terms of design as people put it. With Kinich and Wriotheseley right next to each other, you can easily say that Kinich’s bandana and earrings make him look pretty old-fashioned compared to Wriothesely. Even in the background, the Fontaine girls’ fashion has a completely different vibe while Ororon and Ifa do look like they’re from tribal settlements.

“Kinich looks like he should be in zzz.” The more I look at it, the less likely it seems. Sure, Kinich’s design doesn’t give that same ancient vibe like some other characters from other nations do, but he doesn’t feel “modern” enough to fit into zzz either. He’s stranded somewhere in between.

I’ve seen some people say that they don’t know what “Natlan” is supposed to be, as in it’s difficult to group the Natlan characters as part of one nation. Well, I believe the very “Natlan” thing about the characters (minus Mavuika and Varesa) are their accessories and the patterns on their clothes. There is a certain tribal vibe to each of the characters-

Kachina’s little forehead accessory, her top, and the arm cuffs

Mualani’s beach theme along with her bangles and the patterns on her skirt

Citlali’s clothes, her hair accessory (especially with the feathers) and her bangles and arm cuffs

Kinich’s tattoos, earrings and bandana

Chasca’s earrings and her cape with tassels

Iansan’s arm cuffs, necklace and the feathers and tassels

Ifa’s necklace and feathers

Ororon’s tattoos, scarf and cape and the patterns on them

Xilonen’s bangles and rings and her excessive hand accessories

What is Natlan? Flamboyant earrings, tattoos, feathers in the designs, tassels on their clothes, bangles and arm cuffs. Natlan character designs are not simple, they all have a bit too many tiny patterns all over them.

The main problem came with Mavuika’s design. I don’t remember Natlan hate being as overbearing as it is now before Mavuika’s bike was revealed. On top of all that, she is supposed to be from 500 years ago. And yet, she was seemingly the most modern character in Natlan.

As for Natlan’s technology, no, most of it is not more advanced than Fontaine, except Mavuika’s bike which was pretty uncanny (and Varesa’s stickers).

Chasca’s gun feels like a very primitive, very risky, attempted two-in-one version of the Antoine Roger Aircraft and a gun. Xilonen mentions that her gun is harder to tame than the wildest of qucusaurs.

Ajaw is an ancient dragon, and according to the lore, the dragons were highly advanced. Ajaw can also be referenced back in the “Little One” world quest in the Sacred Mountains. Also, during Tighnari’s quest, Abattouy’s experiments were recorded and were displayed through a projector. We also have film makers in Fontaine, and to present films, we need screens where they can be projected. So, we can say that the ‘projection’ technology is not a sudden thing unique to Ajaw.

Another problem with Natlan was the pace of the story.

Being released after Fontaine, people had high expectations for Natlan. Those high expectations only led to people being more disappointed with the archon quests. In Fontaine, every character got enough screentime or mentions for us to learn about their character. They made us grow attached to the characters and created a very emotionally immersive experience where the traveler wasn’t the main character. Almost every Fontaine character was the mc in their own rights.

Natlan, on the other hand, leaned into the typical “otherworldly hero saves the day” cliché with the traveler. The quests were also much shorter, not giving us any time to sympathise with the characters.

Giving credit where credit is due, the 5.1 war quest was phenomenal. The voice acting conveyed panic and the environment showed the destruction of war. Hoyo, overall, was heading in the right direction. And yet, Chuychu’s death didn’t hit hard enough because we barely knew her.

I don’t think most of the people would have minded it if the overall quest was 2 hours longer but elaborated more on the characters. Hoyo should have given us more time, more instances to familiarise with the cast while slowly building up for the war.

Commissions with Kachina to clear out hilichurl camps, visiting the Scions of the Canopy with Kinich where we’re shown how much busier they’ve gotten, searching for Xilonen only to realise she’s all over the place trying her best to get the weapon ready. Nature is very sensitive to changes and animals are highly perceptive to disturbances and this could have been conveyed through Ororon and his farm and Ifa and him noticing the saurians getting more restless.

The war arc should have been after all the tribes were released. This way, we could’ve gotten to know the characters better and the situation would’ve had even more of an impact. What made the desensitisation worse was the fact that the tribal chronicles, the supposed story quests, barely focused on the characters themselves, thus making us even more disconnected.

They didn’t have to give all the tribes their own, major region. They could have made the tribe areas smaller and released them as part of one region and instead given us land with destruction. This part comes under environmental story-telling. We could have gotten map expansions showing how some places have become inhabitable, like the islands in Inazuma.

We also could have gotten a really cool cutscene with all the characters during the war. Natlan has introduced new travel mechanics and a cutscene where we see the things in first person through another character’s eyes would have been really cool.

We could’ve had Mualani surfing over the water and falling in as she’s trying to get to places that need her, the camera angle switching to finally show Mualani, getting back on her surfboard. Kinich traversing through the thick woods, the leaves getting in his face. He turns to look at the destruction around him, knowing that the people laying on the ground may never wake up. Xilonen roller skating and trying to rescue people. Varesa rushing up the volcano and breaking the rocks along her way. A cutscene like this could have conveyed the sense of panic everyone felt during the war. It could have ended with Chasca, stumbling to the ground in front of the Stadium with Chuychu in her hands.

Also, you’re telling me the power of the six heroes was enough to break through the false sky, and yet Mavuika only needed the traveler to help her put an end to the 500 year long struggle? When the traveler needed to get to the hotspots, they had to wait for the hot air balloon to slowly take them there? While Mavuika, the only person with a bike, the fastest vehicle in the nation, stayed back in the Stadium?

If Mavuika didn’t have a bike, perhaps certain parts of Natlan wouldn’t feel so odd.

What could Mavuika have had instead? I was imagining her abilities to look like Bakugou’s from My Hero Academia. To put it in simplest words possible, Bakugou can create explosions from the sweat on his palm, and can use those explosions for movement and attacking. Mavuika’s abilities could have revolved around thermodynamics.

Another thing I wish they had highlighted with Mavuika was why the pyro archon is human. Perhaps they could have added points such as “the fire power burning away at the weilder’s body, and since it gets too much for them to handle, the pyro archon has to be switched regularly, and is thus human.” They could have added other clues to this in her design, such as making it seem like her skin is slightly burnt near her hair.

I will add more to this as and when I notice things. This was just me clumsily putting together my thoughts on Natlan’s design and story. And the more I think about it, the more I realise that my distaste for Natlan was more heavily formed by community opinions rather than my own. “Complain impact” really does feel apt when all the people have done is point out the shortcomings rather than appreciate the overall details.

If you got this far, thank you for being patient with me. I would love to hear your thoughts too!

[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.

[slotumn]

One of the things that I think gets lost in 3H due to the Elites not having unique designs is that Nemesis' era had to be on some wild ass barbarian shit.

They're called nice titles like King and Elites, but those guys were definitely not running an organized bureaucratic state as we know it. It was probably mostly centered around individual charisma of the Elites aka clan warlords, and the only reason it didn't fall apart quickly (as those types of organizations tend to after the death of their leaders) was because they lived for centuries.

Even considering that Fódlan has stagnated for quite a while + considering some of the inherent chauvinism in the term "barbarian," Nemesis and Elites were definitely barbarians by in-universe current era Fódlan standards. Like come on they were drinking blood to gain magical powers and making weapons and accessories out of sentient creatures' bones as trophies.

But that doesn't really come across as strongly as it could have when the Elites we encounter in VW are just... wearing the same armor as all the other canon era troops. Even if they were based on generic class models I think it would've been cool if their armors had been modified to look more "primitive," matching Nemesis and his tits out + fur + animal skull decoration on belt fashion.

Also on the note of the Elites being barbarians, that makes it more ironic that the two countries that are very gung ho about "fending off barbarian invasions" in the canon era are both descended from the Elites lmao

[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

[oxford-garments]

Sierra Leone's Blood-Diamond Hydra

ROLE IN SCOTLAND 

The Standing Council of Scottish Chiefs (SCSC) is an organisation that represents many prominent clan chiefs and Chiefs of the Name and Arms in Scotland. It claims to be the primary and most authoritative source of information on the Scottish clan system. In the Commonwealth of Nations, a high commissioner is the senior diplomat, generally ranking as an ambassador, in charge of the diplomatic mission of one Commonwealth government to another. Instead of an embassy, the diplomatic mission is generally called a high commission.[1] Chief of Mission is also the title of the team manager of a national delegation in major international multi-discipline sporting events, such as the Olympic Games.[3] The Royal Scots Navy (or Old Scots Navy) was the navy of the Kingdom of Scotland from its origins in the Middle Ages until its merger with the Kingdom of England's Royal Navy per the Acts of Union 1707. There are mentions in Medieval records of fleets commanded by Scottish kings in the twelfth and thirteenth centuries. King Robert I (1274–1329, r. 1306–1329) developed naval power to counter the English in the Wars of Independence (1296–1328).

AUTHENTIC MOVEMENT DIAPREMEIR [Diamond and Premier]

Of Undisputed Origin.

Periodic Table Metallurgy Cultivator with Artisanal Primitive Anthropology, Nationalist, Art Intellect with Athletic Ability, Riverbanks Farmland, Real Estate Investment Trust and Real Estate Brokerage Trust Account, Pool-Live Monopoly Turf Accountant Board Game Tournament, Rugby and Kickboxing, Eagle Conservation, Painting, Polyrhythm Syncopated Progressive Drum Loops with Rhythm Flag (Bass Clef; Anacrusis; Staccato and Legato; Barcarolle; Tonic and Dominant; Triple G Positions; Riff Melody, Imitation Vocals, and Drum & Bass Licks), and (Diamond; Decapods; Mollusk; Opium; Deliriants; Tobacco; Coffee; and Arms) Black Market

(Artisanal Primitive King) Pedagogy: King Anthropology; Mixing a form of Royalty Title with Anthropology. CRAFT SOCIETY Sensory Processing Anthropology Artisan Primitive: Sensory Play of the Sensory Ethnography, Sensory Modulits CNS; Artisanal Plantation Metallurgy Cash Crops Spectrum; Evolution; Savagery, Emerging Markets, Civilianization, ECONOMICS OF FINANCIAL MARKETS; Economic Science (Supply-side Economics), Economic Geography (Artisanal Plantation), Economic Mathematics (CFD Probabilistic Model Exchange), Microeconomics (Contract Theory, Purchasing Theory, Portfolio Theory, Producer Price Index, Profit Sharing Plan, Lipstick Effect, Opportunity Cost, Private Limited Partnership, Public-Private Sectors, Pyramid Marketing, Minor Purchase Group) for Sensory Geography (5 Senses City); Prenatal Hormones with Fetus Alcohol Consumption for Sensory Overload Savant;

Randlords Agronomics Spirit: Economic Expansion, Economic Bubble, Supply-Side Economics, FX Counter Trading Party Interdependence Economics, Intermodal Port Economics, Horizontal Integration, Soil Chemistry;

Meturnomics: Periodic Table Element Manufacturing, Covalent Bonds Fertilizer with Soil Chemistry Ex. Carbon Compounds, Covalent Bonds Fertilizer with Soil Chemistry, Chandelier Tree for Bontonical Indicator; Diamond Vowels: A (Accessories Auctions), E (Exchange Probabilistic Model), I (Sensual Insurance), O (Open-pit Mines), U (Unanimous Laser Cutters and Laser Pressure); Metal Exchange Probabilistic Model for Derivatives CFDS; Crystalline Structure of Elements of the Periodic Table Covalent Bonds Fertilizer, The oxide mineral class includes those minerals in which the oxide anion (O2−) is bonded to one or more metal alloys. I treat my Fertilizer as a Mixing Agent.

AgCurrency: Economic Table, Barter Economics, NIRP Supply-side Fixed Rate Pegged De Facto; AgIndex: Commodities Portfolio Management; Agronomics CFDS//Option Exchange (Credit Spread Options, FX-CFD Interest Rates Beta-Arbitrage w/PPP and Supply-side Economics Currency Pair)

SIERRA PROCESS CERTIFICATE FOR EXPORT AND MARKET VOLUME

Open-pit Mines Economic Geography

Banking System and Probabilistic Model Exchange

Intermodal Cargo Countyline Trafficking Infrastructure

De facto SLL/SDM FX Counter Trading Party for Diamond And Oil CFD; SLL 5% AND SDM -0.5% Interest Rates Contract for Difference.

Diamond enhancements are specific treatments, performed on natural diamonds (usually those already cut and polished into gems), which are designed to improve the visual gemological characteristics of the diamond in one or more ways. These include clarity treatments such as laser drilling to remove black carbon inclusions, fracture filling to make small internal cracks less visible, color irradiation and annealing treatments to make yellow and brown diamonds a vibrant fancy color such as vivid yellow, blue, or pink.

the crystalline structures of the elements of the periodic table which have been produced in bulk at STP and at their melting point (while still solid) and predictions of the crystalline structures of the rest of the elements.

A brokerage account is an investment account held at a licensed brokerage firm. An investor deposits funds into their brokerage account, and the broker executes orders for investments such as stocks, bonds, mutual funds, and exchange-traded funds (ETFs) on behalf of the investor.

The Argyll Arcade is a shopping arcade in the Scottish city of Glasgow . In 1970, the building was listed as an individual monument in the Scottish monument register in the highest monument category A. [ 1 ] Buchanan Street is one of the busiest shopping streets in Glasgow , Scotland's largest city . It forms the central section of Glasgow's famous shopping district and offers a more upmarket selection of shops than the adjacent streets, Argyle Street and Sauchiehall Street. Buchanan Street is one of the busiest shopping streets in Glasgow , Scotland's largest city . It forms the central section of Glasgow's famous shopping district and offers a more upmarket selection of shops than the adjacent streets, Argyle Street and Sauchiehall Street. Glasgow is considered a "working class city" in contrast to the Scottish capital Edinburgh . There is a 12th century cathedral and four universities, the University of Glasgow , University of Strathclyde , Glasgow Caledonian University and the University of the West of Scotland , as well as the Glasgow School of Art and the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland (formerly the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama ).

CURRENCY, OIL, & GOLD COMMODITIES CANDLESTICK CHARTS

Swing Trading: Use mt4/mt5 With Heiken Ashi Charts, Setting at 14 or 21 Momentum Indicator above 0 as Divergence Oscillator and Volume Spread Analysis as Reversal Oscillator and Trade when bullish candlesticks above 200 exponential moving average and/or 20 exponential moving average (EMA) on H1 (Hourly) Time Frame; use H4 (4 Hours) and D1 (1 Day) as reference.

MARINE MILITARY SCIENCE

Pythagorean Military

A + B = C

Commando + Brigade = 12 Teams of 500

Tactical Thinking + Operational Thinking = Mission Intelligence ex. Amphibious or Shore; Mountain or Jungle Warfare

Aquatic Training + Land Skills = Marine Black Ops

Carbines + Machete = CQB and Melee

Divine language, the language of the gods, or, in monotheism, the language of God (or angels), is the concept of a mystical or divine proto-language, which predates and supersedes human speech. Fon was a highly militaristic language constantly organised for warfare; it captured captives during wars and raids against neighboring societies. Tactics such as covering fire, frontal attacks and flanking movements were used in the warfare of Fon. The military of Fon was divided into two units: the right and the left. The right was controlled by the migan and the left was controlled by the mehu. There is an effort to create a machine translator for Fon (to and from French), by Bonaventure Dossou (from Benin) and Chris Emezue (from Nigeria).[14] Their project is called FFR.[15] It uses phrases from Jehovah's Witnesses sermons as well as other biblical phrases as the research corpus to train a Natural Language Processing (NLP) neural net model.[16] A brigade is a major tactical military formation that typically comprises three to six battalions plus supporting elements. It is roughly equivalent to an enlarged or reinforced regiment. Two or more brigades may constitute a division. Brigades formed into divisions are usually infantry or armored (sometimes referred to as combined arms brigades). In addition to combat units, they may include combat support units or sub-units, such as artillery and engineers, and logistic units. Historically, such brigades have been called brigade-groups. On operations, a brigade may comprise both organic elements and attached elements, including some temporarily attached for a specific task. Close-quarters battle (CQB), also called close-quarters combat (CQC), is a close combat situation between multiple combatants involving ranged (typically firearm-based) or melee combat. Special operations or special ops are military activities conducted, according to NATO, by "specially designated, organized, selected, trained, and equipped forces using unconventional techniques and modes of employment."[1] Special operations may include reconnaissance, unconventional warfare, and counterterrorism, and are typically conducted by small groups of highly trained personnel, emphasizing sufficiency, stealth, speed, and tactical coordination, commonly known as special forces. A black operation (black op for short) is a covert operation which is done by a government or military. Black operations are secret and whoever does them does not admit that they ever happened.[1] There are differences between black operations and ones which are just secret. The main difference is that a black operation often uses deception. This deception might be not telling anybody who did the operation. It might also be blaming the operation on someone else ("false flag" operations).[2][3] Marines (or naval infantry) are military personnel generally trained to operate on both land and sea, with a particular focus on amphibious warfare. Historically, the main tasks undertaken by marines have included raiding ashore (often in support of naval objectives) and the boarding of vessels during ship-to-ship combat or capture of prize ships. Suppressive Forts Defense and Partisan Raid for Sabotage Offense.

Spiritual warfare is the Christian concept of fighting against the work of preternatural evil forces. It is based on the belief in evil spirits, or demons, that are said to intervene in human affairs in various ways.[1]

Harmony and Contrast Guerilla Warfare: Raiding, also known as depredation, is a military tactic or operational warfare "smash and grab" mission which has a specific purpose. Raiders do not capture and hold a location, but quickly retreat to a previous defended position before enemy forces can respond in a coordinated manner or formulate a counter-attack. Raiders must travel swiftly and are generally too lightly equipped and supported to be able to hold ground. A raiding group may consist of combatants specially trained in this tactic, such as commandos, or as a special mission assigned to any regular troops.[1] Raids are often a standard tactic in irregular warfare, employed by warriors, guerrilla fighters or other irregular military forces. A partisan is a member of a domestic irregular military force formed to oppose control of an area by a foreign power or by an army of occupation by some kind of insurgent activity. Sabotage is a deliberate action aimed at weakening a polity, government, effort, or organization through subversion, obstruction, demoralization, destabilization, division, disruption, or destruction. One who engages in sabotage is a saboteur. Saboteurs typically try to conceal their identities because of the consequences of their actions and to avoid invoking legal and organizational requirements for addressing sabotage. (Sabotage Partisan Raid)

Harmony and Contrast Siege Warfare: A siege (Latin: sedere, lit. 'to sit')[1] is a military blockade of a city, or fortress, with the intent of conquering by attrition, or by well-prepared assault. Siege warfare (also called siegecrafts or poliorcetics) is a form of constant, low-intensity conflict characterized by one party holding a strong, static, defensive position. Consequently, an opportunity for negotiation between combatants is common, as proximity and fluctuating advantage can encourage diplomacy. A fortification (also called a fort, fortress, fastness, or stronghold) is a military construction designed for the defense of territories in warfare, and is used to establish rule in a region during peacetime. The term is derived from Latin fortis ("strong") and facere ("to make").[1] In military science, suppressive fire is "fire that degrades the performance of an enemy force below the level needed to fulfill its mission"[clarification needed]. When used to protect exposed friendly troops advancing on the battlefield, it is commonly called covering fire. Suppression is usually only effective for the duration of the fire.[1] It is one of three types of fire support, which is defined by NATO as "the application of fire, coordinated with the maneuver of forces, to destroy, neutralise or suppress the enemy". (Forts and Suppressive fire)

Operational And Tactical Thinking: Operational intelligence is real time, or near real-time intelligence, often derived from technical means, and delivered to ground troops engaged in activity against the adversary. Operational intelligence is immediate, and has a short time to live (TTL). Tactical Thinking of or relating to tactics, especially the placement of military or naval forces in battle or at the front line of a battle. characterized by skillful tactics or adroit maneuvering or procedure, especially of military or naval forces: tactical movements.

SOCIO-ACCENT

County Speech Jargon

Glottal Stops Consonants

Ex. T is Eigh'een, G is Jar'on, L Ho'y; How are you amon' us Ho'y Shi'

Made up Verbs, Nouns, and Adjectives with SCHWA Endings Endings: ER=SCHWA

Pover: Do you want a Pover to the Chin!

SOCIO-CULTIVATION MODEL

Pigou Effect, Corporate Tax Havens, Capital Gains Tax Havens, Private-Public Sectors, Joint Venture Plantations, Market Extension Mergers with Business Incubators and Enterprise Foundation Holding Company, Subsidiaries, and Horizontal Integration.

SOCIO-COLONIZATION

Bilingual Sensory Play TV Channel

Queen's English Immersion Liberal Arts Course

DRUGS AND CRIME NEXUS

First, the ‘psychopharmacological model’ argues that certain drugs may produce irrational, excitable, or violent behaviour in an individual. Many benzodiazepines are also likely to produce dependency in a regular user (Marshall & Longnecker 1992; Rall, 1992), and withdrawal from benzodiazepines has been associated with severe mood swings, irritability and personality changes (Marshall & Longnecker, 1992; Rall, 1992). In addition, use of benzodiazepines has been implicated in disinhibited behaviour (Bonn & Bonn 1998; Dobbin 2001; Rall 1992). Further, Makkai (2002) and Goldstein (1985) reported that some offenders use certain drugs purposely to reduce their fear of committing a crime, while Dobbin (2001) reported that benzodiazepine intoxication can produce feelings of over-confidence and invincibility in users, causing them to commit offences they would not normally undertake. Goldstein (1985) suggests that the incidence of psychopharmacological violence is impossible to assess, because such incidents may occur anywhere (including in the home, workplace, on the street and so on) and often go unreported, and also because when cases are reported the psychopharmacological state of the offender is often not officially recorded. The second model of the link between drugs and violence, the ‘economic compulsive’ model, argues that some drug users commit violent crimes, such as armed robberies, to support an expensive drug habit (Goldstein 1985), consistent with the enslavement model of property crime (Goode 1997). Theoretically, as illicit drugs are expensive and may be typified by compulsive patterns of use, the primary motivation of the user is to obtain money to purchase them. Thus, the violence is not usually intended, but occurs as a result of the situation where a property crime is being committed, such as the offender’s nervousness, the victim’s reaction, use of weapons by perpetrator or victim, or intercession by bystanders (Goldstein 1985). Studies have found that most 6 Benzodiazepine and pharmaceutical opiod misuse and their relationship to crime heroin users will avoid violent acquisitive crime if viable non-violent alternatives exist, because violence is more dangerous and also potentially increases the penalty if caught, and/or because perpetrators may lack a tendency towards violent behaviour (Goldstein 1985). In relation to violent crime, three models have also been put forward that may suggest implications for evaluating potential interventions aimed at reducing drug-related crime.

Abstract

Personality disorders and particularly antisocial personality disorders (APD) are quite frequent in opioid-dependent subjects. They show various personality traits: high neuroticism, high impulsivity, higher extraversion than the general population. Previous studies have reported that some but not all personality traits improved with treatment. In a previous study, we found a low rate of APD in a French population of opioid-dependent subjects. For this reason, we evaluated personality traits at intake and during maintenance treatment with methadone. Methods - The form A of the Eysenck Personality Inventory (EPI) was given to opioid addicts at intake and after 6 and 12 months of methadone treatment. Results - 134 subjects (96 males and 38 females) took the test at intake, 60 completed 12 months of treatment. After 12 months, the EPI Neuroticism (N) and the Extraversion-introversion (E) scale scores decreased significantly. The N score improved in the first 6 months, while the E score improved only during the second 6 months of treatment. Compared to a reference group of French normal controls, male and female opioid addicts showed high N and E scores. Demographic data and EPI scores of patients who stayed in treatment for 12 months did not differ significantly from those of dropouts (n=23). Patients with a history of suicide attempts (SA) started to use heroin at an earlier age and they showed a higher E score and a tendency for a higher N score at intake. Discussion - The two personality dimensions of the EPI changed during MMT, and the N score converged towards the score of normal controls. Opioid addicts differ from normal controls mostly in their N score. The EPI did not help to differentiate 12-month completers from dropouts. Higher E scores in patients with an SA history might reflect a higher impulsivity, which has been linked to suicidality in other patient groups.

Personality

So called 'benzo binges' have been associated with shoplifting and other crimes. Patients may also experience paradoxical excitement with increased anxiety, insomnia, talkativeness, restlessness, mania, and occasionally rage and violent behaviour (known as the 'Rambo effect').

High doses are also associated with a puzzling complication known as the “Rambo effect.” This unusual side effect occurs when a Xanax user begins displaying behaviors that are very unlike them. This might include aggression, promiscuity, or theft. It’s not clear why some people react this way or how to predict if it will happen to you.

Despite the fully legal status of several common deliriant plants and OTC medicines, deliriants are largely unpopular as recreational drugs due to the severe dysphoria, uncomfortable and generally damaging cognitive and physical effects, as well as the unpleasant nature of the hallucinations.

Deliriants are a subclass of hallucinogen. The term was coined in the early 1980s to distinguish these drugs from psychedelics such as LSD and dissociatives such as ketamine, due to their primary effect of causing delirium, as opposed to the more lucid (i.e. rational thought is preserved better, including the skepticism about the hallucinations) and less disturbed states produced by other types of hallucinogens.[1] The term generally refers to anticholinergic drugs, which are substances that inhibit the function of the neurotransmitter acetylcholine.[1]

The systematic name (IUPAC) is [1R-(exo,exo)] -3-(benzoyloxy)-8-methyl-8-azabicyclo[3.2. 1]octane-2-carboxylic acid methyl ester. Cocaine is the methyl ester of benzoylecgonine and is also known as 3β-hydroxy-1αH,5α-H-tropane-2β-carboxylic acid methyl ester benzoate.

Specifically, the carbonyl oxygens and amine group on cocaine, on average, form ∼5 bonds with the water molecules in the surrounding solvent, and the top 30% of water molecules within 4 Å of cocaine are localized in the cavity formed by an internal hydrogen bond within the cocaine molecule.

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ST. THOMAS MYR. OBASI

[moscahbriar]

a little info thing i made about a horse breed (landrace? i imagine its defined as more vaguely than "breed") in Moscah, the Cavran horse! they're from Cavrah and are highly important in the culture. they're also primarily inspired by Mongolian and Yakutian horses! transcript under the cut. ignore any typos i suck at proof reading haha

Horses of Cavrah

horses are sacred to all of Cavrah, but especially areas such as Cecily and Ibykos

horses in Cavrah are more or less considered a single breed, but have sub-variations dependent on region (central, northern, etc)

Cavran horses are generally short and stout to fat, with strong bodies and Roman noses. they have long hair and tougher hooves, and those in colder regions grow thick winter coats. any colour/pattern is acceptable, with different groups favouring different ones; however, overall, dun, bay, and black are most popular. primitive striping is common. they're not the fastest, but make up for it in stamina and sure-footedness

different regions have different adaptations; e.g. northern horses have adapted to withstand -70 c weather, while those from the mountains have stronger necks and larger lungs

tack tends to be more minimal, and uses knots instead of metal rings. horse shoes are seldom used, due to the hardiness of their hooves. horses are often accessoried (e.g. with ribbons), or braided, depending on the culture

horses are heavily self-reliant and can near, or fully completely find food for themselves, including rooting under the snow

until the age of mechanization (predominantly public transport in Cavrah; little personal vehicles) horses were the primary form of travel, and remain so in rural areas

horses used not only for travel, but also as pack animals, for their milk (kumis), hair (used in things such as instruments), hunting (done by speed, usually with sighthounds), and companionship

it is highly taboo to kill and/or eat horses in Cavrah, and not permitted in the native religion. killing a horse is only permitted when ethically euthanizing it, and its often illegal to kill a horse

while most people (at least outside of cities) usually have their own personal/companion horse, families/communities will own many more. in rural Cavrah, horses outnumber people

horses are stabled in permanent residences and kept outside otherwise. buildings in Cavrah are usually brick, whether stone of mudbrick or something else

carriages never used; either people ride horseback, or for those who can't, carts pulled by horses are used. this is also how items not on horseback get transported

horse racing is very popular, and done by everyone

horses were first domesticated in Cavrah

[oddinarydellequent]

(Ch. 1) The Magic Knights Entrance Exam (pt. 1)

Black Clover OC x Canon FanFic

“Ethelrid.”

“Yes, Captain?”

“Come with me. The examination is about to begin. I want you to help me decide the new recruits for our squad.” 

“...”

“You have nothing to say?”

“I’d be delighted, ma’am.”

And that’s how Ethelrid Dimitriadis finds herself, a mere new recruit, the honor to stand by the Blue Rose’s captain during the Magic Knights Entrance Exam. Why the Captain would allow a recruit to tag along and provide some insight into choosing recruits is beyond understanding, especially with the row Ethelrid had with one of the Intermediate Class Knights due to a conflict of opinions. Perhaps the Captain shares Ethelrid’s view on gender equality, though it is highly unlikely as Captain Charlotte is much of a misandrist as the Knight Ethelrid nearly butt heads with, so the rumors say. There may be times Ethelrid would agree to some of the Captain’s viewpoints, but she finds that reducing the male squad members to errand boys is just as quaint and primitive as reducing a woman to an accessory. Sadly, from the last twenty minutes, she’s been in the squad, Ethelrid finds that not one woman in the Blue Rose shares her views… yet. 

Perhaps the Captain regards Ethelrid highly, given that she was recruited earlier than the usual procedure. She supposes her noble background still serves her well. Ethelrid longs to mingle with the mages below her and find interesting magic within the crowd. She might just find someone as promising as someone she knows, but she wonders if she could deal with the snobby and spoiled nobles without exchanging a few dastardly words at least. Ethelrid often struggles to think that not all nobles are the same, for she barely remembers anyone who differs from the proud and self-absorbed nobility. She still wonders if she herself is any different. 

No. Do not go down that road again. You have grown beyond the selfishness and grandeur of nobility. There are people who think you have. 

Ethelrid’s head clears as the Captain of the Black Bull complains. 

“What a pain in the ass. Can’t we just get this over with?”

Yami Sukehiro, Captain of the Black Bulls. Ethelrid shares the Captain’s attribute. Ever since she heard of the foreigner turned Magic Knights Captain with the attribute of Dark Magic, she has always wondered if they were related. They have the same ebony black hair which Ethelrid always sports in a long braid hanging from the side, but she shares her eyes with her Mother’s, emerald green. It was a farfetched theory, but she would give anything to be unrelated to her biological father. 

Hearing the man now, she finds the familial relation highly unlikely for she would never be as crass. Well, it depends on the situation. Sometimes certain events naturally bring out strong exclamations. 

“This is an important exam that will decide the future of these youths”, Captain Vangeance replied. “We need you to take this a bit more seriously.”

“Yeah, yeah. Mr. Serious”

Ethelrid wonders what has made this man so brazen as to regard the Golden Dawn Captain so casually, but she supposes that they are colleagues of equal standing, and can regard each other as they like. 

“Candidates.” Captain Vangeance begins. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting. I will be conducting this exam.” 

He brings out his grimoire and exclaims, “Magic tree, descend!” 

His grimoire shines neon green, and a rumble reverberates throughout the arena, the sky darkens as dark clouds gather above. A wind gushes forth and Ethelrid brings her hand up to her face. She looks up and sees rays of light, and a gargantuan tree descends from the clouds towards the candidates, branches branching forth, offering brooms to the mages. 

A man beside her says, “This never ceases to amaze me!”

The mages below let out gasps of just as much awe as they each receive a broom. 

The sky then clears and rays of sunshine reach the arena once again as Captain Vangeance says, “We will now begin the Magic Knights Entrance Exam”

Ethelrid finally closes her mouth. To be able to see the Captain’s Tree Magic up close, gratitude towards Captain Charlotte swells within Ethelrid. She has a long way to go to match Captain Vangeance magical ability. Witnessing the display made Ethelrid’s training near one of the magic regions inadequate. Maybe she should have thrown self-preservation out of the window and attempted actually training in the zone instead. 

Captain Vangeance begins to explain the proceedings of the examination. Ethelrid suddenly feels unworthy to be standing near Captain Charlotte, chosen as a new recruit of the prestigious Blue Rose without having to undergo an exam. It’s downright unfair for those taking the Entrance Exam. Ethelrid has prepared to go through hurdles to become a magic knight, and a senior knight recognizing Ethelrid’s family name was all it took for her to be accepted. 

"Captain," Ethelrid starts. 

Captain Charlotte turns to her and raises an eyebrow. “Yes?” 

“Requesting permission to partake in the examination.”

“What for?”

“I am undeserving to be chosen to be among the Blue Rose squad members without proving my worth to the captain.”

“Nonsense. You have the potential and skill worthy of a Magic Knight and certainly one of the Blue Rose. I know just by looking at you. Do not doubt yourself.” 

“Allow me to prove to you my skill of which you speak of nevertheless, Captain.” 

She sighs. “Very well.” 

She turns to do just that, but before she could descend from the platform, a voice calls out, “Rosenbluth.”

Ethelrid nearly ignores the use of her father’s surname but turns to the Captain of the Silver Eagles, Nozel Silva, nevertheless.

He continues, “Do not allow yourself to mingle with those peasants. It is already a given that you are far superior compared to them.”

Ethelrid grits her teeth before she could let out a string of words she will only slightly regret and fights to keep the calm in her voice, “With all due respect, sir, I did not ask for your permission," and she turns before she could hear any more slander towards the lower class that she almost missed Captain Vangeance calling out her name. 

She turns once more but to the captain of the Golden Dawn, with his arms outstretched and a broom in his hands. “Here.”

She goes to receive the broom and bows, “Thank you, sir.”

“I wish you the best of luck.”

She finally goes to descend downstairs. 

Everyone turns to look at the girl with a coat around her with the insignia of the Blue Rose and begins to whisper among themselves. 

“What is she doing here?”

“Isn’t she already in a squad? And with the Blue Rose no less.”

“Maybe she’s here just to show off.”

Ethelrid joins them, unbothered, broom in hand. 

As expected, Captain Vangeance announces, “For the first exam, we will have you get on those brooms and fly.”

Mutters scatter throughout the crowd.

“But that’s…”

“I’ve never done that before.”

So has Ethelrid, unfortunately. And to think she was joining the Blue Rose without knowing how to fly with a broom. 

Though she has flown before with one of her spells. It was one of the most revitalizing moments of her life, learning how to fly. She’s never felt so free. But learning to do so was not easy, and so she must think that learning how to fly with a broom will be just as hard. 

Captain Vangeance continues, “Mages who can control their magical powers should be able to do this instinctively. It is the most basic way for mages to travel. If you cannot fly on a broom, you shouldn’t even be here.”

Ethelrid gulps. She fights to contain her anxiety, for a racing heart will greatly affect her performance. She must be confident and must believe in herself to succeed. 

Fake your confidence, and true confidence will eventually come to you, a wise man once said. 

She inhales. Exhales. 

“Begin.”

Ethelrid brings the broom between her legs and tries to focus on the flow of her mana. She tries to remember the technique in manipulating the flow of mana to flow through another object, and then first brings the mana flow through her heart. She lets it brew there as the mana struggles to break through the confines and then slowly extends from her heart to her arms, then to her fingers, and through her grip, brings the mana to the broom as if it were an extension of her body. Not long after, she feels her feet leave the floor, and she opens her eyes to find herself levitating high up in the air. 

She allows herself a small chuckle at her small achievement and turns to find some of the candidates still struggling to even keep themselves upright on the broom. 

Among her, several people proudly ride their broom this high up from the ground, and one of them even stands on his broom, a raven-haired youth with a necklace with a blue gem around his neck. 

“For a kid from the boonies, he sure is amazing," Ethelrid overhears. 

She smiles. The boy reminds her of a friend—the calm aura that is overridden with competence and the surety that they will succeed. 

Never underestimate peasants, Ethelrid learned a long time ago. 

“The genius chosen by the four-leaf...”

Ethelrid’s eyes widened and she turned to the boy flying over them. 

He was chosen by a four-leaf grimoire? That hasn’t happened in centuries, and he’s from the Forsaken Realm no less. Amazing. 

Ethelrid smiles even wider. 

Looks like you got competition, Lyre. 

Ethelrid’s eyes turn to Captain Charlotte and hope that that is approval in her eyes, but Ethelrid knows she has a long way to go before she garners any of the captains’ approval. 

The examination moves on to the Magic Ability test, and all are lined up before separate walls of brick. The test is simple enough: to destroy the wall of bricks before you. 

Anxiety wells up in Ethelrid again, but she’s been over this already and calms her heart. She’s dealt with this before. She will not be cowered again by mere words. 

Mana wells up in her, and dark magic surrounds her arms as she releases a tendril of black magic that spears through the wall of brick, now reduced to rubble. 

“What kind of magic is that?”

“So creepy…” 

“What is she, some kind of demon?”

Words pass through her ear and come out from the other...

Your magic is like nothing I’ve ever seen. And you’re no demon; you’re my friend.

...the ignorant words of the masses mean nothing to her. 

Ethelrid does not mind the distance between the other contestants; in fact, it’s kind of familiar, nostalgic even. 

Next is the magic control test. Targets fly in the air at a frenzied pace, making it hard even to pin down with the eyes. But there is mana in them, and Ethelrid focuses on a single target with a distinct signature, isolating the rest of the surroundings around her. She waits, and with perfect timing, releases a tendril that hits the jackpot. Another test passed. Ethelrid controls herself before she becomes too full of herself, that’d be quite an embarrassing display.

Next is the Creation Magic test, which Ethelrid enjoyed quite a bit as she forms a lyre with her dark magic. She tries to fiddle with the strings, but her fingers only pass through it like sand. She suddenly itches to play an actual lyre. 

During the developmental test, Ethelrid enjoys the irony of using dark magic to bring a seed to life as it blooms in darkness into a black rose. Perhaps it’d be a fitting gesture to give this to Captain Charlotte, but the captain might get the wrong idea, not that Ethelrid minds giving a rose to the beautiful captain. 

“All right, the next exam shall be the last one. You shall engage in actual combat.”

Gasps and groans can be heard throughout the arena. 

“You’ll be battling!”, the Captain of the Crimson Lion announces fervently. “Fighting is our duty. Show us your true abilities!” 

“As soon as one of you yields or becomes unable to fight, the exam will be over. There will be healing mages on standby,” Captain Vangeance explains. 

“So fight to your heart’s content!" Captain Fuegoleon helpfully adds. 

-end of pt. 1-

part 2 / part 3

[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.

[machinegrl]

PLEASE share your stardew modlist your game looks so cozy!! love the vibes

✿ ⋆ ۪ ♩ ┈ my stardew mods ! 𓏸𓈒 𓇼 ｡

visual mods

daisyniko’s earthy interiors vibrant pastoral recolor temporary fix seasonal japanese buildings dynamic night time elle’s town buildings gwen’s paths foliage redone - foliage only realistic wildflower grass

portrait mods

nyapu’s portraits stardew valley anime mod

farm mods

elle’s cuter coop animals elle’s cuter barn animals out and about storage primitive artisan equipment grandpa’s tools animated gem stones better crops and artisan goods molamole’s mailbox shipping bin retexture cottagecore fences gwen’s paths

furniture mods

farmer’s market furniture west elm furniture tile kitchen and dining set nano’s retro style furniture antique tv set rustic country floors

clothing & accessories

fashion sense cozy scarves luoli’s clothing 6 shardust animated hairstyles hats wont mess up hair

ui mods

vpr inspired ui seasonal vanilla ui look up anything save anywhere

[kirbyofthestars]

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