#because of like. its hard to describe. but the nature of the buttons

[twipsai]

not kidding when i say we need to invent animation machines. like things that are made specifically to animate and nothing else. we need to start taking notes from the DS

[wonysugar]

you know the drill i fear.. BEFORE YOU GUYS YELL AT ME just know that i’m sorry and i’m trying incredibly hard to get all of my drafts done<//3 IT’S HARD WRITING WHEN NO INSPO HITS YOU OKAY… but for now, please accept some of these fresh drabbles, i’m sorryrjrnrnf

now… NOW…… mid 2023 sugar may or may not have possessed me on this fine morning because hellooo i miss short black bob chaewon BAD i need to eat her out and make her feel good desperately!

cw: waxplay, sensory play(??) i have no idea what to call it but she doesn’t let you touch herfkemf, vibrators, very light bondage

i’m so normal about these pictures omg the femme dom ever,,, the powerbottom to have ever powerbottom-ed this earth,,,, chaewon is the definition of cute girlfriend in the streets FREAKY HOE IN THE SHEETS CAUSEEEJFKS???

she has an obsession with your mouth she cannot help it! she just loves using it for her own pleasure i fear… feeling its moist surface on her wet swollen cunt whenever she’s needy for your touchcidkfk moaning at the slight contact :(( i am also a firm believer that she’d guide you to do it the way she likes it, BUT NOT USING WORDS; indeed, she’s perfectly content with forming a rough grip on your hair and pulling on it however she wants to and whenever she wants to. sometimes she even pulls you away from her pussy so just so she can see her wet slick on your stuck-out tongueckdkf looking at the string of mixed saliva and cum left between your muscle and her core…. giggling so hard rn guys

also SHE’D MOAN SO LOUDLY??:((( i know she sounds pretty i KNOW she does,, and so does she! she gets turned on by the sound of her own moaning, it’s only natural. the way your name rolls off her tongue so sweetly as she whines sounds like music to both your ears and hers. she’ll make sure you hear how good you’re making her feel, how good you’re being for herckdmfnd

now,, if we’re looking at the more RISQUÉ aspect of things.. oh she goes nuts i’m afraid.

OMG WHO SAID CANDLEWAX?? no but yeah on the days where she just feels like watching you squirm and struggle under her touch, she’ll just pull out the candlescisndn

NOW WALK WITH ME. she’s sitting in front of you, you’re laid down on the bed and your wrists are tied to the bed frame with her tie or smth because she’s an angry and frustrated office worker in my heart LEAVE ME ALONE. she knows how much you love touching her, and she knows how needy and whiny you get when you can’t. [devil emoji] SO NATURALLY! she has a vibrator nestled in between her legs and pressed onto her clit, barely even visible due to the oversized button up she has ongkemfm and she’s just pouring drops of candlewax on your naked stomach, the sight of you whining both at the delicious pain and the absence of her skin on you.

she’s moaning so loudly and staring at you with such lustfully hooded eyes, making it even harder for you not to wanna break free from the restraint of the tight tie and fuck her better than the vibrator ever will, like she rightfully deserves:((

also she totally degrades you in the process SORRY NOT SORRY!! she makes fun of you for the warm pool growing in between your legs, moaning how dirty and slutty you look getting wet by just watching her get off,, how you’re dripping for her even though she hasn’t even done anything expect burn you ahehehcjdkd calling you a ‘desperate fucking bitch’ and whatnot,,, laughing at you when you start crying and squirming whilst begging for her to untie you,,,,,, I’M UNWELL.

AND IF I SAY THAT SHE’D ALSO SET ASIDE THE VIBRATOR AT ONE POINT AND START SLOWLY FINGERING HERSELF IN FRONT OF YOU, TEASING YOU BY SPREADING HER WET FOLDS SO YOU CAN SEE EVERY LITTLE THING— [GUNSHOTS]

i fear she’d also describe to you how her fingers feel pumping in and out of her and moan your name in the process,, you’re just watching her throw her head back in pleasure as she fingerfucks herself?? oh girl at this point you’re just whimpering and sobbing like the pathetic whore she thinks you are, trying to subtly close your thighs and rub them together for any sort of friction:((

oh selfish chaewon save me…. save me selfish chaewon

[rivangel]

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Levi Month - Day 4 ♥

⇨ BDSM

♡ ship ⇨ Captain Levi x afab!taller!Reader

♡ content ⇨ oral (afab receiving) // subby Levi + dom!Reader // impact play // vaguely canonverse // established relationship // bondage (collaring, restraints) // hurt/comfort // brief mommy kink // petplay?????? we call levi kitty idk why shh // use of safeword

♡ word count ⇨ ~1.8k

♡ note ⇨ *drops this in front of you and runs away*

It must truly be horrible for your love—horrible feelings, a horrible state of mind, a horrible sense of missing you, because Levi had a messenger bring you a letter describing which he wouldn’t be caught dead saying aloud verbatim. Perturbed, you read it quietly by the morning light coming in through your office window. You got ready quickly, because Levi was set to return from the two-day trip to Interior with the commander in half-an-hour, and Levi was nothing if not punctual.

As it would happen, Levi was one minute late.

You pulled opened the door upon his—if there was a word to describe it—bored knock. His expression, was properly apathetic, with a mackintosh tucked over his arm, fitting button-up, and crisp cravat. One thing he wanted was not to talk, but, and because he didn't mention anything about it in the letter, you did take his hand, and him past the threshold and wrap him in your arms first.

He didn't tense up. He brought his arms up and returned it, shifting the coat, but quite purposefully. He pressed up more snugly against you, slotting his pelvis in with your thigh. He wasn't wearing underwear, but even more importantly, he was a little bit hard.

He wanted it mean. It wasn't unlike Levi to not explain these things, but you would wish he had.

The air in the bedroom isn't so cold anymore, dense with hot anticipation. The difference in your power dynamic is knife-pointed—you fully dressed down to your shoes and his own raincoat he brought in with him for the hell of it. Levi stands immaculately exposed, naked and tense on bated breath in the middle of the room like a center stage. You stand behind him, silent, practically nonexistent—he has no way to tell when or what you'll do—except for the leather riding crop grazing the beet-red rear of his thigh. It looks like it hurts, burning and tender not unlike his ass. His toes are curled into the floor, similar to his fists, trapped together with sleek rope as though he was gripping a weapon behind his back.

You act—not speak, while your absence, you can tell, gets to him. His shoulderblades even seem subtly pointed at you.

You lay the riding crop on the foot of the bed in silence before stepping towards him, the only indication one faint step. His breath catches, then gasps as you calmly cup in your hands the bold weight of his ass. His air leaves him in an injured whine while you groan just under your breath, squeezing indulgently and not letting go. His back arches slightly, the pain drawing heavy panting from his lungs. You press your lips to his shoulders, tasting his sweat before doing the same to his clean, sweet-smelling hair above the collar, then right on top of its cool leather. You see the cords of his neck pulled taut, and you kiss him there. It's tight on him, more like a ribbon to the eye. He must've put it on when he got dressed in the hotel this morning, and wore it under his cravat through breakfast and the whole ride home. The thought turns you on unbearably.

"Down."

You snag the cool leather and pull down, not with enough force by itself but Levi is obeying, falling down hard onto his knees with a whiny huff. Despite his cat-like nature, it's cute during times like this when he reminds you of a good dog. It makes you smile.

"Mm..." he chokes out.

"That already? 'Mommy'?"

His back is straight again, but he shivers. You lower your hand, neatly carding your fingers through thick silky hair, fixing it. He knows the punishment for not answering you—or could it be that's what he wants?

Your hand stills but grabs hold. You know it stings. “I'm going to tie you down... stuff a cock in you, and leave you like that if you keep ignoring me, kitty."

He gasps through his teeth right before you yank, forcing his back to arch and his weak gaze straight up at your unfeeling face.

His eyes shut tightly for a second. “P—Pause.”

Your tone immediately shifts with Okay, It’s alright, and stepping around to lower yourself down to his level. Levi hardly ever pauses a scene and he’s never stopped one before—nothing bad ever happened, but knowing Levi, you’ll take the time and effort to be completely confident that he won't be forcing himself to keep going. By practically soaking him in affection, for whatever reason, by stroking his back and avoiding eye contact while gently praising him, is much more effective than you’d expect.

You ask, a few times over the course of some minutes whether the binds are really okay right now. He nods and murmurs yeah. He has his eyes lidded or shut the whole time.

Eventually, through doting touch, you place your palm on his warm cheek. Levi turns his head on his own, and rests his forehead on your shoulder. It’s easier because you’re taller. You lean closer, your hand resting on the leather which hugs the nape of his neck. Soon you remind him again that you can do something else if he doesn't want this right now.

He shakes his head a little, again, but says something for the first time. “Crap I never think about has been on my mind. It catches me off guard.“ His voice trembles when he says that. His tone implied there’s more he wants to say, but he just shakes his head again.

“It’s okay now,” you soothe.

“I want you to... leave that place alone for now… Act in the opposite way, and make me do something…”

You nod, half-smiling to yourself. It’s cute the way he asks, quietly, almost with an innocent quality, giving you most of the choice of what to do to him.

“You don’t have to move," you preface. You begin unbuttoning your shirt with one hand, the slight little snaps thickening the air. Part of acting in the opposite way is evening the balance of power. It seems to ease the rest of his uneasiness.

You start by caressing the nape of his neck, giving it a squeeze through that nice leather collar. When he’s utterly relaxed, you ask him to straighten up, be a good boy, and still to answer when he’s spoken to, but he's allowed to use his voice or nods and head-shakes. He can keep his eyes closed too, or, he can get the blindfold.

He nods at that. His breathing hitches as your palms slide up the solid length of his upper thighs before you stand.

In no time, you fetch the white handkerchief off the dresser and return to him. With some simple practiced movements, you secure it snugly.

“There we are. Can you see?”

“Mm-mm.”

“That looks very nice,” you purr, cupping his cheeks and tracing the fine line between the cloth and his cheeks. They warm. “Does it feel nice?”

“Mhm.”

“That’s what I like to hear. That sweet voice of yours. Look at that… how much you’re blushing from a little word. That’s my baby.”

He takes light shivery breaths. Under your touches and praises, he’s getting hard again, too.

You take in the sight of him once again, on his knees and rendered utterly vulnerable for you. Levi is defenseless. He wants to be if it’s you. You like the shiver you draw from him by skimming your fingertips down the underside of his pale neck. You love how effortlessly gorgeous he is, and how even like this, one of the words that jump to your mind as you take him in is powerful.

“Spread your legs as much as you can, and as much as you’re comfortable, okay?”

His stiff cock bobs gently as he obeys your command, and you hum, sighing at the heat pelting off his smooth, soft inner thighs. He whines quietly when you touch him there. You enjoy yourself with no rush, and praise him still. His thighs are so pretty, they really are, and You’re making a bit of a mess, aren’t you. We’ll lick that up later, kitty, hm?

But, you never touch him where he’s silently begging for you to, coming within an inch of his firm cock that’s now swollen and stiff against his strong abdomen. The tip is all glistening, dripping down his shaft.

A whimper escapes him when you stand up. He leans forward in the slightest way.

“Awe, it’s okay…”

You stand closer, then closer still and adjust your stand so that your feet rest outside his thighs. Levi takes a slow, deep breath before kissing your mound, his lips pressing precisely.

Swallowing a moan as he dips in between with his lips, you spread yourself. His breath is hot before his lips close on your swollen clit, swallowed by the heat of his mouth. He instantly starts to suck, his tongue quickly darting out to lap up the sticky wetness.

“Oh god, good boy, Levi. Do that some more.”

He groans, swallows, and buries his face in deeper in your pussy in a shameless display. He’s starting the get the bottom of his blindfold wet. While he’s fixated on you, you firmly press your hand on the nape of his neck to hold him in place, and place your foot between his inner thighs. You lightly fondle his balls with the tip of your boot, forcing a raw moan out of his chest, sharply leaning with his hips. You play with his balls while he eagerly indulges in your clit and cunt, soft slick noises mixing with your mutual labored breathing. You moan softly as his tongue flicks it, which he seems to embrace as approval.

“You’re just a tongue for me to use, aren’t you. My tight toy. My fucking dildo.”

Levi whines loudly, which sounds like a resounding yes.

“Oh, yeah. I love playing with you. My sweet kitty.” You lay your hands on his cheeks and jaw, tilting his head up just because you can. Everything glistening and hot. “Do you want me to decide again? Nod or shake.”

His head nods up and down.

“Good kitty.”

Your palm comes down sharp and short on his cheek, a small bite of pain. He takes it well, gasping and leaning harder into your truly safe touch.

“My good kitty. You like that, don’t you, my little slut?”

“Yes,” he gasps, his cock throbbing, dumbly open-mouthed, and cheek reddening from your hand.

“Good kitty.”

Levi month masterlist | More Levi

[lollytea]

Do your huntlow kids know the extent of abuse that their father went through? How do they handle seeing hunter ad the the golden guard and EC mentality?

Kinda. They know that Hunter's childhood was bad. Really really bad. They know where his scars came from. Hunter has told them everything he has the heart to say. He never goes into graphic detail because he doesn't want to upset them too much but he tells them enough that they understand the weight of the situation.

Both kids are very familiar with the history of Belos and his reign over the Isles. Iris has studied the topic excessively. So they're fully aware that he was a depraved individual so it's not like Hunter really needs to describe what it was like to be raised by him. They can imagine.

Meeting the Golden Guard was very jarring for them. They were confused. They were uncomfortable. They were a bit scared. I imagine that it was the kids who found their parents in this state and after panicking for a bit, they reported it to the Healing Coven.

I think if you stop and picture how those kids must have felt, it's devastating. They're from a warm, loving household. They have kind, supportive, affectionate parents who have always made them feel safe. And now, suddenly, their parents are gone. Actually, they're worse than gone. They're right in front of them but they're not their source of safety and comfort anymore. Neither Hunter or Willow have the same loving look in their eye when they see them. It leaves the kids feeling gutted.

I think there's a lot of potential for comedy here. Iris has very strong political opinions and is very quick to provoke into arguments if you press any of her buttons. The Golden Guard practically slams his hand down the whole damn keyboard. Every second word out of his stupid mouth is EC rhetoric, and it has Iris vibrating with rage. He makes her see red so intensely that she almost forgets he's her dad. She has to be constantly stopped from picking a fight with him. Ironically, she gets both her argumentative nature and her strong beliefs regarding the EC from Hunter himself.

Jup is a little more level-headed when it comes to dealing with the Golden Guard. His temper isn't as easy to trigger and he doesn't let Hunter's spew of cringe monarchical garbage bother him because he never forgets the situation they are in and that their Dad is stuck somewhere in there. Jup tries to appeal to Hunter's empathy, which is somewhat effective. Its hard to make him trust them entirely because they've established themselves as "wild witches" (extremely outdated term) so Hunter is still a bit prickly whenever they show up. But after an hour or two, Jup can usually get him to brighten up with the right conversation topic. But Hunter still won't let him touch him. Jup tries not to let it bother him but honestly, he just misses his Dad so much and it hurts a lot that he's sitting right in front of him but he can't even hug him. Hunter was always a very touchy affectionate father and Jup was always a touchy affectionate son. But now his Dad is acting like a total stranger and Jup feels very lonely.

[oblivions-dawn]

33 for the ask game but answer it in prose/in character >:}

OHOOHOH. OHOHOHOHOOH. OHOHOHOHOHOHOHO.

So . . . . since Serana is the only person that spends enough time, er. Staring? At Vigdis. And being around her generally in prose. So! I thought it would be fun to compile all of favourite times Serana describes Vigdis . . . because surely there's an interesting evolution to be found in them. [Apologies in advance; it's quite long!! And I forgot to put a cut. Oops.]

✑ If applicable, how would your other characters describe them? I mean specifically the people around them.

Bright, icy blue irises set in a messy constellation of freckles stared back at her. Red lashes framed hard eyes that sat on rosy cheeks under bushy red brows. Curly red hair twisted and twirled down from her head, sporadically braided, and slightly frizzy from the rain. A subtle aquiline nose protruded from her face with a long bridge and small nostrils. Her thin pink lips pouted into a strong, natural frown and accentuated several small scars cut across her chin and cheek and neck . . . [Petrichor, Chapter IX, One Condition ] Serana relaxed as her mind wandered far away. Icy blue eyes melted into a lake that glittered under the afternoon sun. Freckled skin glowed under the warm rays, loose fiery hair curled down her bare back. Scars covered nearly every surface; faded lacerations, old burns, small bright cuts. Her shoulders were broad and square, her torso long and tall. Swaths of thin red hair blanketed her legs, her arms, and a trail blazed from her belly button down to her bushy curls . . . [Petrichor, Chapter XI, The Moth Priest] Serana glanced at Vigdis again. The hunter scrubbed at her freckled and scarred skin with a piece of moss, her fiery curls weighed down with water and pulled away from her rosy face. Droplets slid down every aspect of her sharp features, from her nose to her cheeks to her lips. Here in the misty spring, she looked more relaxed than ever as her icy eyes fell behind her eyelids and rested her head against the earthy edge behind her. The water rippled, but it did little to hide the toned body that lurked beneath. [...] Serana’s persimmon gaze trailed down the hunter’s freckled back and noticed even more scars. When Vigdis paused to swipe off more of the drops, the vampire frowned when she saw her wrists—scars upon scars, new and old. From the way they crisscrossed and dragged, Serana guessed that she carelessly guarded attacks with her wrist, as if it were a shield. Her eyes flickered to Vigdis’ back again, and slowly traced the soft curves of her waist, the sharp dips of her hips . . . [Petrichor, Chapter XVI, The Unseen Glade] Strong hands clutched her arms and jerked her back. Serana whipped around, the dagger still in her hand—only to face familiar ice-blue eyes that stared at her. As she took in the expression before her, the sun prickled at her skin; a breeze ghosted through her dark hair and brushed her damp cheeks. Vigdis’ faint scent drifted to Serana’s nose—sweat, blood, earth, and rain swelled in her lungs. The smell was unmistakable; it belonged, undoubtedly, to the red-haired hunter, who was real and alive, whose warm hands wrapped so firmly around her arms that it hurt, whose icy eyes burned amongst the constellations of her freckles. [Petrichor, Chapter XIX, Cascade] With a quiet huff through her nose, Serana focused on Vigdis’ features: her fiery, curly red hair; her thick, bushy red brows; her intense, ice-blue irises; her aquiline nose; her rosy cheeks; her thin, naturally pouty pink lips; her strong chin and sharp jaw; her freckles that splashed across her face like paint in endless constellations; her faded scars that cut across her cheek and chin. [...] The vampire, with her legs pulled to her chest and her chin on her knees, stared idly into the cinders. The faint pulse of Vigdis’ heart pooled just beneath her ear, a soft and languid lull. Her rainy, earthy scent was a hazy fog—its smoky tendrils shrouded Serana’s thoughts, buried her in a dreamy trance of freckles and scars and ice-blue irises and blood on her tongue— [Petrichor, Chapter XXV, A Clan Once Divided]

[irithnova]

Aph Mongolia appearance headcanons and other headcanons

This is what I'd say he would most likely look like if I were to picture him as a person rather than a 2d character. This is after hours of watching through videos of Mongolian people. So news, street interviews, podcasts, youtubers, wrestling matches, music performances, videos of nomadic people in the countryside, videos of people in Ulaanbaatar and other major towns etc.

This sounds pretty dramatic lol, I haven't just sat through hours of this in one go, I've been interested in Mongolia as a country for a while so of course over the years I've been interested in Mongolian media too (I am not stalking Mongolian people pls)

I just want to say that Mongolia, like all countries, is incredibly diverse in the way people look. I've seen some Mongolians who could honestly pass as someone who's South East Asian, others who have the more stereotypical Mongolian look, others who could pass as Korean/broadly East Asian and others who look a bit more Turkic. This isn't me trying to put Mongolians into one box but this is what I think he'd look like based off of what I've seen over the years.

Some of these headcanons will not be totally accurate too and I just put them there because I like them lol. Sorry!

When it comes to his face shape, I think he'd have a bit of a square jaw/masseter muscles that are developed slightly more compared to others. This is because of the traditional foods Mongolians eat. Traditional Mongolian foods are quite hard to bite down on and chew, and this helps with tooth/jaw development. I'm not saying he has a Chad jaw lol but it's a bit more square shaped than v line shaped if that makes sense.

When it comes to his eyes, they are evenly spaced/widely spaced. I haven't seen many Mongolians with close set eyes, they tend to be evenly set/ wide set. I like to say he has feline looking eyes because of the way Chinggis Khan was described by the Indian historian Juzjani "A man of tall stature, of vigorous build, robust in body..... with cat's eyes, possessed of great energy".

That was probably just them saying he had monolids but let me just have him be a catboy (man?) okay.... Also sorry, gonna be boring but his eyes are dark brown to me. I know Mongolians can have light eyes and hair but a majority of them don't.

Also thick eyebrows. Yesh.

Prominent cheekbones. Obviously.

Btw I headcanon him to look like he's in his late 20's, 27/28 ish.

When it comes to his nose, I think he has the classic Asian button nose and its a bit upturned (dunno if that makes sense). However I've noticed that nose bridges are more common in Mongolians so their noses aren't always so flat looking from a side on view?

When it comes to his lips, I headcanon them as being on the plumper side. No reason why, just like it lol.

His skin colour, I'd say it's tanned but not as tanned as it used to be, obviously because of government work but he does still go out to the countryside often. His cheeks also used to be a lot more ruddy when he was purely a nomad, some of the redness is still there but its not as obvious as it used to be. I think his cheeks can go quite rosy when it's cold/there's a dramatic temperature change.

I think his face is still flat-ish like most East/North East Asians. I know someone's gonna ask "how can he have a flat face when you just said he had prominent cheekbones??" well they aren't mutually exclusive.

I think his skin is naturally a bit dry. I've heard Mongolians say that Mongolians tend to have drier skin because of the climate so yeah.

Also I headcanon him to have two face scars bye its so hot,,,. I saw a hetalia artist draw him with them and fell in love instantly and there were two other hetalia artists who drew steppe nations with face scars. One of them drew aph huns with a face scar and another one drew aph Xiongnu with a face scar so yeah all major steppe riders have face scars now this is my canon 😍

When it comes to his hair, long, thick and dark brown, bordering on black, looks copper-y in the sunlight.

Also I'm sorry but I headcanon him as a tol man (6') 😢 I attribute this to his rapid growth as an empire. Not truly accurate as most Mongolians aren't really that tall but shhhhh

I've already touched upon these aspects of his appearance in different posts but I'll just get into it again for the sake of it.

Body wise I think he looks like this (at his peak when he's like, participating in sports, yes he is a jock...)

🥴

I also talked about what I think he wears on a regular basis in another post about East Asian fashion headcanons but I'll put it here again anyways plus it might have changed:

I don't think there's a colour he wouldn't wear but he tends to go for shades of blue/brown/beige/cream/black. Fave colour to wear is probably blue. The colours he wears tend to be darker in shade but he's not repulsed by brighter or bolder colours.

He wears his clothes more for function than fashion, not that he can't be fashionable and what he wears on a daily is a random mess haha not at all, but on a day to day basis he's more concerned about what will keep him warm/cool rather than what looks good.

Probably has a lot of nice wool/yak wool/camel wool/cashmere items of clothing. Makes some of his wool hats and scarves himself.

Wears accessories sometimes, I mean he most likely has his ears pierced (Mongolian men back in the day had pierced ears and wore earrings). Probably has some leather bracelets and necklaces with the soyombo symbol or Ulzii symbol (buddhist endless knot symbol). Doesn't really care about if what he's wearing is gold or silver but he tends to lean towards silver. Also necklaces with a horse pendant/rings with a horse design?? Yes 🐴 Probably has some bracelets/necklaces braided with horse hair in the design. Often wears boots.

Other headcanons:

Voice headcanon: I headcanon his voice to actually be on the soft side! Probably emphasised by the fact that he speaks a bit more softly but it's pleasing to listen to. In a lot of the videos I've watched of Mongolians, they tend to speak a bit softly? Unless I'm on a meme page where everyone in the videos are hollering lol.

I think he can sing quite well, I mean you need to have a good range to pull off a Mongolian long song. Probs shouldn't make him try to sing pop songs though.

Obviously can throat sing and is excellent at it this is out of the question ☝️‼️

He can braid his hair pretty quickly considering how long it is

Enjoys watching K-dramas and even C-dramas lol (Don't tell Yao). Also really likes Turkish dramas??

He has a pair of practical glasses for when he goes into the country but also switches between that and contacts for when he goes out there (breaking glasses is a pain in the ass)

Has a bunch of animals but obviously he cannot take care of them all the time so he has some people take care of them.

Diverse music taste but has a tendency to enjoy rock/metal!

Pretends like he doesn't know what Kpop is to annoy South Korea (he secretly does like some Kpop shhh)

Likes watching sumo on his TV and sometimes when he visits Japan, they both go and watch it together in real time (probably likes rubbing in how good Mongolians are at sumo to him, but then all Japan needs to do is mention the failed Mongol invasions of Japan to shut him up haha)

Actually enjoys bickering with China about stupid things and will send him videos of himself consuming ungodly amounts of dairy to make fun of China's lactose intolerance (Mongolians are genetically lactose intolerant but they've been consuming it for so long now, their gut has basically adapted to it. Really interesting)

Tibet helps ground him when he's feeling lost/worried <33 emotional support human fr. Often sends gifts to Tibet and checks up on him, likes getting hugs from Tibet.

Not as close to the central Asians as he feels he should be which he feels a bit of regret over

Though he and Kazakhstan do talk as they are *almost* neighbours. There's Kazakhs in Mongolias western province who have preserved traditional Kazakh culture before Russificafion (they essentially ran away from it) so he likes going there with Kazakhstan. Also Mongolia is literally a direct ancestor of Kazakhstan so yeah lol (daddy??)

For the love of God do not let him and Russia drink together alone because they do not tell each other to stop

Sharp shooter, even with a gun.

Lowkey hates the fact he has to wear glasses but also he's become attached to them??

Obviously still very much enjoys and feels comfortable with the nomadic lifestyle but ngl it feels good to just be lazy sometimes

Sends the groupchat (idk like East Asian gc?) videos of like. Baby goats or something when there's an argument going down in an attempt to calm it. Has like a bunch of recordings on his phone of animals it's eating up his storage!

He can be quite funny when he wants to be and its made more funny by the fact that he's usually reserved in what he says and is quite deadpan.

I think him being reserved in what he says gives off the impression that he has a shy persona but introverted/silence doesn't necessarily mean shy. He just is more observant during conversations and uh he has a lot of thoughts in his brain‼️ (aka, he's still trying to mentally recover from the fall of the Yuan chsxh JKJK)

Isn't actually bitter or like. Emo about his fall from grace. I'm sure he has melancholy moments, not just about his empire era but just his history as a whole (I headcanon that his childhood was insane xhjd). But honestly he knows it could have been so much worse and he very well could have ended up dead so the fact that he's still around is a testament to his resilience

He tries to be optimistic about things but with his current government it can be hard LMAO.

I don't headcanon him as like mega depressed about things all the time but eh life gets to us all (esp when you're landlocked between Russia and China haha)

When he gets drunk he gets really funny and then passes out

If he's eating something while talking to someone, he'll offer them some of his food (yassa laws who??)

Obviously very hospitable, you enter his home/apartment/ger and BOOM you don't even have to ask he's already made food and tea for you

Is surprisingly quite respectful of people's feelings/boundaries (I mean compared to when he was a teenager at least bahah)

Can be a bit superstitious. So if someone starts whistling indoors for example, he'll either get a bit on edge or straight up tells them to stop

Is still physically active, not doing anything for too long bores and kind of depresses him.

He also likes doing things that stimulates the mind too, so, chess, sudoku, mahjong, puzzles, reading etc. Yes he's a jock but he's a smart one! ☝️🙏

[bugginoutofthisworld]

SUN DOGS - from Tales From the Dickt: Cumplete Edition

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“I know that what you call ‘God’ really exists, but not in the form you think; God is primal cosmic energy, the love in your body, your integrity, and your perception of the nature in you and outside of you” - Wilhelm Reich, 1945.

The energy manifested in that public restroom on that harrowing day was unlike any conceived before. Its limestone, tile walls had become washed with a lavender hue and the air itself took on the limber physicality of waves in the ocean. Swathes of people sat on the sticky, urine-soaked floors and gawked in amazement at something that beheld a capacity for beauty which was not meant to be seen by human optics. I had been engrossed in its divine aura for an afternoon so long it seemed like it would never end, oh how I wish it had.

Customer service is a dehydrating occupation, it begets the kind of thirst that can only be quenched by diet coke and bi-hourly smoke breaks. It’s the kind of career that demands you forgo the physical sensations of poor health and consume inhibitors that provide you with fleeting feelings of energy. Generally, working customer service is like taking deep breaths at the summit of a high mountain, bad for you.

I liked to occupy myself on lunch breaks with a book. In equal parts due to my love for literature, and also the complex character it presents to the boy in the bakery I've wanted to scramble my insides since the day I started working there. I was remiss that day to have to end my time with Kafka’s The Trial sooner than I’d like because of how my bladder berated me that it needed emptying. My assumption that not drinking water for four hours would correlate to less bathroom breaks couldn’t have been more wrong.

An empty bathroom is always a pleasant place to be. Ever since an uncomfortable middle school locker room interaction where a boy a year older than me laughed at the size of my flaccid penis I’ve been detrimentally pee-shy. It wasn’t until earlier this year I was finally able to use the urinal without having to add numbers in my head in order to suppress the fears that filled my blood stream with adrenaline. As I pissed I thought of how far I’d come in my journey with public restrooms. It's a frightening place, but when you work at a grocery store any vacant space is a safe one. While washing my hands at the sink an older gentleman walked in. He was of the decrepit type. His cane bent and creaked like an old tree as he shifted his weight onto it with every other step.

Much like me, he’d gone for a piss. I jumped when as I was leaving, he shouted in regret. The old tree lost its battle to the violent winds.

“No! No! No!” He yelled. The old man fell onto the floor with the kind of force that makes you want to avert your gaze it looks so painful. With embarrassment his face grew red and hot, he groaned and writhed on the floor.

“Sir!” Shouted I, concerned. I knelt beside him.

“Please don’t.” He grabbed for my shoulder. But it was too late. My eyes trailed down his shirt, wet with piss, to his exposed lower stomach, following the hairs that went from his outie-belly button and into his pubes, and landed my gaze on his cock. His wonderful cock. The magnum opus of all God’s creation. A blue halo of plasm shone from his genitals. It waved from east to west to east to west like a dowsing rod scanning the room for information. Words cannot describe the influence of the old man's junk. Human words would simply be reductive to the inexplicable effect of his cock.

A later player would verbalize its effect as being “like that of something with an extra dimension our eyes are too rudimentary to perceive.” The later player stepped into the bathroom, momentarily aghast.

“What the…” he trailed off. His hard, leather exterior was in a single moment

completely disarmed. He’d fallen to his knees and like a child toward the cookie it salivated over crawled impishly at the old man and myself. Not a word was spoken by him, the motorbike man, he could not steer his eyes from the trance the old man's cock had upon him. Tears welled and spilled from the ducts of his eyes and caressed his cheeks like the loving hand of a mother.

“Sir?” I asked.

“Oh god no.” Murmured the old man.

With the application of his large, callused fingers, the motorbike man swiped at his eyes and presented to us both the contact lenses he had just removed. No sooner had the significance of that fourth dimension become any clearer.

“I can see again,” the motorbike man said as he swallowed a large globule of phlegm and pride.

“You stay here,” I told the man. Leaving the side of the older gentleman and having exited the bathroom. I pondered the nearby dairy aisle for the sort of person who might prove this hypothesis. Who stared at the shelf of cottage cheese but a man whose arm was slung in a cast. “Excuse me?” I asked him as I neared.

“Huh?”

“I work here and I was just wondering,” thinking, “if you’d be interested in trying a new flavor of cottage cheese?”

“What flavor?”

“Uhhh,” thinking, “colby jack.” I said, with the type of unsteady confidence that led my statement to sounding like it should have ended with a question mark.

“Sure.” Responded the mad cow man, indifferent. Without another word I led him into the bathroom where the motorbike man still wept and the old man still lay in agony. “Why are we in a bathroom?” He asked.

“Uhhh,” the presence of the cock seemed to have quickened my wit, “it's an inbetween place, so you won’t be influenced by outside stimuli when you taste the cottage cheese and thus provide us with an unreliable and biased opinion.” My ability to sell cheese had filled me with pride.

“Okay.”

“But real quick I need you to step over here and lower yourself-” I hadn’t needed to finish. The orgonic energy of the cock had mesmerized the mad cow man and he was on the floor without a moment's hesitation.

“Oh my god,” he said. “Holy shit.” His arm wriggled in its sling and he pulled it free, waving it around and grasping at the air with his healed fingers as if that capacity of movement in that arm was completely foreign to him. There was a knock at the door. I’d opened it and was amazed to see a line of people compelled by the overwhelming energy that leaked into the store and compelled them to the space.

A pimply lady lowered her acne-ridden face toward the cock and the zits fell from her face like apples shaken from a tree. The scars of cysts past receded and healed flesh took its place. She left the bathroom and had scrawled three different phone numbers on her palm before she’d even completed the length of the line.

An athletically footed man removed his shoes and crusty, matted socks. Before the smell could even permeate the air the color of his feet had maneuvered from browns and greens back to a healthy tan and peach.

Hemorrhoids hung like bunches of grapes from the anus of someone who’d preoccupied themselves too much with fissure-causing anal sex. The grapes shriveled to raisins and plopped onto the floor. The person left the bathroom already in communication with the next person who might once more tear up their freshly healed sphincter.

As if she were sketching a ladder on her arm, a depressed girl with rungs of scars on her wrists rested her forehead near the crotch of the old man. Static connected between the two. Her heart pounded less ferociously against the cage of her ribs and she left the bathroom with a smile.

There was a mid-pubescent boy who’d come in soon after desperate to rid himself of the homosexual thoughts that plagued his mind. His dick was erect as he locked eyes with the penis of the old man but the blood had returned to his system after not more than a minute in communications with the whispers of the cock. His walk had less of a faggy-swish to it and the limp in his wrist had straightened itself.

A lady who hacked out her words as they dodged the lodgings of gunk in her lungs and throat when she spoke had snapped the cigarette tucked behind her ear in half after she’d spent a moment with her bosom near the cock.

A couple struggling with impotencey and infertility had gushed their problems to the therapeutic boober of the old man and left the bathroom having mastered the art of conception.

Hours in the bathroom came and went like vignettes of experience. Time progressed as if it were an anecdote being recounted at the end of a long and fulfilling life. As the couple left I asked them, “tell the next person in line just to wait a minute.” And alone once more in the bathroom was me and the old man.

“Feeling alright, kid?”

“No, honestly.” A monumental strangeness had overwhelmed my senses. The muscles in my face were stretched strenuously as I swallowed wave after wave of salty saliva. The rain pattern of my head had elevated from a drizzle to a hurricane. The symbiosis of my health and the power of the old man's dick had quickly become a negative relationship.

I’d darted for the toilet in an experience which felt like flipping through photos in an album. Just single moments of delirious nausea. Vomit climbed to the apex of my throat and I’d sprayed a gust of it all over the back of the toilet. A chain reaction was occurring which had caused the entire contents of my stomach to evacuate in a single motion. I gagged, choked on bile, and sweat swept in from the side of my face and stung my dry, red eyes. The atmosphere of the bathroom was dancing like the beating of the sun on hot pavement. Consciousness slipped through my fingers like snot through thin tissue.

The sound of gale-wind storms echoed within the pitch-black chamber that was once the bathroom at the back of a grocery store, whose waters had run dry and air had gone stale. Headache like the ricochet of a bullet off concrete which bounced around a vacuum of space. I’d gathered myself and stood with the weak knees that reminded me of the old man's cane. Where had he gone? My knowledge of the bathroom's floor plan was so familiar I was able to follow the length of the wall and make my way to the door.

On the other side was a landscape completely alien to the midwest environments I’d been used to. Dunes of sand piled high into the dark, navy distance and whipped in a flurry so strong I wasn’t sure I could stand it. In the distance lighting cracked and thunder roared. With my shoes tossed aside I ventured into the desert.

Grains of sand beat at my face so strong every half minute I’d assessed it for lacerations. No blood spilled but I’d come to realize that the force of the sand was such that it could create scars and congeal them just as quick. The muscles in the arch of my foot ached as they strained to climb the impossible walls of sand. I’d ascend a dune and frustratingly slide back down as the earth below me avalanched under my weight. All around me were flipped cars and loose groceries that would soon disappear under the sands forever. I finally reached the summit of the largest dune.

There he was.

Not alone.

Knelt at the feet of a beast.

His own pious devotion.

“Sir!” I exclaimed, still enamored by his potential. The exclamation caught both him and the beast by surprise, and they turned to me with bright rubies in their ferocious eyes. Inaudible to me, the old man moved his mouth but the sound lost itself within the fury of the sandstorm. Nearer and nearer to them I slowly grew until finding myself directly behind the old man and tapped him on the shoulder. He spun his head around. His eyes now a fury of green flame. I looked past him, and saw what I shouldn’t.

The motorbike man had previously remarked something to the effect of, “the old mans dick has the effect of something with an added dimension that our eyes are too plain to see,” at this moment the old man held something in his hand which had spilled drool onto his chin and made his eyes red. What he held were the beast's genitals, which had inspired a similarly grand feeling as the old mans, but in the opposite direction.

Like a mirage, they vanished into the dust and darkness, but not before the beast could utter a final, single, chilling phrase.

“A little privacy please?” With the conclusion of the last syllable they congruently disappeared.

Home was now possibly dimensions away, although it had just been down the road, I’d never found it. And for the rest of time, for as long as it took the sun to die I remained in the whipping sands. Eating nothing but bags of chips and cans of beans. Not once for the eternity that consumed me did sexuality ever cross my mind,

how could it?

[mrslittletall]

Yesterday I finished the game Ato, a small indie game that I played over the last few weeks. And now I want to give my review of it.

I received this game for free thanks to my good friend @justbabyme who got a few game codes and asked me to claim some of them because it would be a shame if they went to waste.

The game was simply titled as "Cat Samurai Adventure". That sounded really cute, so I didn't think twice to buy it.

Never could I have known what a gutwrenching beautiful experience were hidden behind the words Cat Samurai Adventure.

Ato is a 2D Metroidvania in an 8 Bit pixel style, kinda like a game you would expect on the NES, only that today's indie games are utterly beautiful if they want to be and Ato is no exception. The game looks astoundingly beautiful, especially the backgrounds. The character models were small but easily recognizable and the bosses were kept as a variety of various animals and it was not hard to recognize which animal they represented.

In its core, the game is a typical Metroidvania. I started the game with my protagonist, the cat samurai named Shin, and he only started with a jump and a slash. Shortly after starting, I got my first ability, a dodge roll and then more and more. The repertoire started to grow with the most remarkable ability being a quickdraw which meant being able to move around the map or counter the bosses. There were also quite a few hidden abilities, most of them upgrades for the existing techniques, techniques that you could perform by putting in button inputs like in Street Fighter and a few collectibles.

While the game is a Metroidvania, there were very little enemies around. The game is almost entirely a bossrush with exploration and puzzle solving in-between. Once you beat some bosses, they start to appear as shadowy downgraded versions in the map, but most of the time you are alone.

Which makes the game feel very lonely. Solitude. That is the word I would use if I had to describe the game in one word. The music doesn't help shaking this feeling off. The music is not bad, it is beautiful, but also, it plays and you feel it. It is only you there and you are on your own. Everyone else is there to get you. And by slaying them, you actually make the world lonelier… (so they kinda deserve it, the bosses in this game are clearly the bad guys).

One of my favourite pieces of the game OST is simply called "Doubt" and it sounds like it. The moment our protagonist is questioning his journey and if it is worth it to continue on…

The story of the game is told completely in images. It has a rather simple premise of "The protagonist's baby got abducted and he needs to save his child", but it turns into something more and especially more tragic. Let's just say at the end of the game I was ready to cry over it. Because it is told in images only, there is lots of room for interpretation. I came to my own conclusion.

Like I said, the gameplay was mostly exploring and beating bosses. The bosses never felt unfair. There was always a way to counter them or dodge them and the game basically forces you to learn the quickdraw technique to get them down. The game also was kind of challenging. It had three modes at the beginning: "Story", "Easy" and "So you want a challenge". Naturally I chose the challenge and I think that was the intended difficulty, I struggled quite a bit with a few bosses and especially the final boss. After beating, the game just dropped three more difficulties on me, a hard mode, a hell mode and a "one hit die" mode. Let's just say, I struggled enough in the intended difficulty, so I won't try them out anytime soon.

A few criticism I have though. Lots of the backstory is actually hidden on the map and there is no indicator when or where you can see it, I used a guide to find these. They tell a lot about the motivations of our protagonist and what actually happened in his past, so it is sad that they are so easily missable.

Another gripe I have is the map. It only shows if you have collected a collectible, but not what kind of road block is in your way, which the game has a lot of course, because it is a Metroidvania. That led to quite a bit frustrated searching in the middle of the game until I finally found the door I could unlock with my newest ability.

But that was all. I finished the game after around 15 hours of playtime and quite a bit of it was me failing against certain bosses, so if you are good at games like this, you probably will need only eight to ten hours if you finish it 100 %.

This game is a hidden gem, really. It makes me sad that it is so unknown, but even I wouldn't have found it if not for the gift.

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

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awesome, that is a really cool perspective on thought/memory/and forgetting.

I am intrigued by your conclusion, as I havnt heard many people talk about Twin Prime. would you be able to talk to me more about what you mean by "I want to be the Twin Prime to the Singularity's Twin Prime."

much appreciated Francis

I mean, that's all I can really say! :P

I think I'm mostly just describing the type of experience I tend to want when I'm writing. I want to create a whole world with its own logic, and I want to write about it, and in some sense I will have to be "behind" that world in order to do that. I want to be able to foreground different parts of it at different times without actually becoming a different person to do so (if that makes sense?), like in reality it's often a little like switching between different windows when you write, but I'm all the same being.

The only reason I mention "twin prime" in particular is because I'm a lazy writer so I'll throw out a set of words and say "they work," and I do tend to leave things like that unless someone says they don't get it.

In reality, like, writing tends to be more like tuning a radio station. You have a station, you tune it, you look at a frequency on the radio dial, and you say "hmm, the frequency of that station sounds like 94.7 to me." Somehow, your mind (the software part of your brain) has modeled the station as having an internal state that can be named in some way, and has some facilities to make predictions about that state (the "department of presumption"). You then push a knob that selects another frequency, and you realize that this is a station, but with an internal state that's a little different than the first one -- it has a different name, and you can understand it better when you push its buttons and look at its dial and stuff.

In this case the station is the 1980s SF universe I just built, and the two frequencies are 94.7 and 89.7, which are my two "concepts of intelligence." (We were already on 89.7 but I was in the middle of writing some dialogue, so I think it may be better to have a little cushion of "spare concept" on the side to avoid "cramming thoughts in." Anyway, I was creating a setting for 89.7, in the course of which I re-tuned the radio to around 94.7. I always forget 89.7 so it's hard to stay on 89.7 and do this kind of "natural writing," but it is pretty easy to jump back and forth, so I end up sort of on 94.7 most of the time.)

It's weird because there are two things to consider here. One is that there are probably many different stations (of different frequencies) I could be "listening" to, and just by creating a setting for 89.7 I have moved myself into a different "position" so that I will tend to listen to those stations. This is like the difference between Yudkowsky and me reading the same text -- he sees "Singularity" and I see "Moist von Lipwig," because we're basically in different positions.

The other thing is that part of that position is that, like, it would be hard for me to write something serious and stay on 89.7, because there would always be this background 94.7 to poke at. But writing an absurd comedy about parallel universe

[letmelickyoureyeballs]

🌸 🌿 🔮 💎

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

The best one, or the most meaningful one, was after I had gotten a totally new style of haircut than the one I had had for almost 16ish years, and they said that they liked it. Not really a big one, but it was a big moment in my life, where I really was finding myself, and hearing someone else say they liked it really boosted me up. The only compliments I had gotten about my hair before that was about its color, so this was the first time it was about something I had done

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

My favorite casual outfit is sweatpants, fuzzy socks, a light t-shirt, and an oversized soft hoodie. My favorite special occasion outfit is my white button-up and black dress pants with leather shoes. One makes me super cozy, and the other makes me feel more confident and attractive

🔮 What’s your dream job?

This changes frequently, so I don't know a specific one. But one with good pay where I can live somewhere comfortable and safe, with enough money where I don't feel stressed about buying food or something fun here or there. A hands-on job where I move around and don't just sit at a computer. One with some math, and doesn't have traveling involved. Right now I'm geared toward something science and nature-related, but I don't know for sure

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

I would say my computer or phone because of how much I use them and the impact they have on my life, but I think it would be my stuffed animals and blankets. Most of them I've had for years and have sentimental value. This is kinda a hard question cause I have so many little knick-knacks(or treasures as I called them when I was a kid) that all have some sort of memory or moment attached to them. I could say my paintings as well because my room would look bare without them. Lots of things mean a lot to me, but my stuffed animals are the oldest things I have

Thank you for these Anon! I love doing these types of questions, and feel free to send more :)

[ourhomealien]

Ilfracombe North Devon

Another long post, describing a place in England.

This was a challenge I set myself because I have a hard time imagining places when they are described in written works, so I thought if I reversed that and write a description of a place I can see maybe it would help. Tbh I feel like a caveman equivalent wrote this, lol.

It looked like a castle, maybe even like Mallory towers. It sat high up on a sloped bend of road overlooking the sea. -Towering over the rest of the houses flowing and going down the road to the right of its front doors.-

- at the bottom of a road past some traffic lights sat a small supermarket and four roads, some going up little hills and others going to the sea, one of these roads leads up and around a small slope, at the top is a walk overlooking the beautiful coast, but more importantly sat on the bend is a mansion; half of its roofs look like turrets while the other half look more like the tops of cottages. Balconies hug its frame. Light coloured Cobblestone make up the majority of it build, bricks only framing the windows and sides and making up the little tower tops.-

- you pull up to an automatic gate, to the side set in the cobblestone wall is a small keypad. You know the passcode off by heart. The gate slides open, when inside the car park you move your car to its usual spot and park it. The carpark is three rectangles sat in an almost L shape, surrounded by light bricks. Standing there you find your keys and walk to the back door, the front door doesn't open from the outside but it's fine because the back door is the only one that connects to the carpark. Once inside the lobby, white walls and pale brown carpet, its smells clean, of nothing, you smile. There's a clear plastic desk pushed against a big wall, the one that connects the back door to the front double doors all made of glass. The front doors are framed by two floor to ceiling windows one on each side. Standing in the middle of the lobby you spin around, it's good to be back. You face away from the desk, the doors on either side of you letting in natural light, in front of you are two options, the two flights of seven steps or the really slow lift. The lobby is a big room with a tall ceiling.

The stairs start as the wide corridor begins hugging the left wall. Underneath the second flight, the corridor begins to bend, the lovely white wall bending with it, stopping at a new-looking wooden door that has a small window, and automatic hinges to stop sound and keep children safe, a fire door you think. You can't see it from here though. Deciding to take to stairs you run and jump two at a time stopping at the second level, technically third because of the basement apartments, again you find a door with a window and a small pale brown carpeted room, a bend and two more flights of seven steps. You open the door and go through, to your left down two wrist-shoulder lengths is the lift, down the hall are three doors, one directly to your right opposite the lift, four, one at the mouth of the lifts corridor, five, and one all the way at the end opposite you, six, your cute little, big, apartment. Stood there outside your door, you push the little white button that's at the side of all these homes, sit there on the white walls and hear a bell chime from within, you know it would make whoever was in the guest bedroom jump, it's loudest in there. Inside you find yourself in a little square of space at the bottom of five steps, two pairs of crocs make a neat line against the white wall. The steps continue into a cozy gallery, at the top of the steps on the right is mirror and two doors, a cupboard; there's a small left curve and then a bathroom; a third door this time on the left wall further down has washing machine and a water tank, the boiler room; straight after is another small curve this one going right. When you get there you stand for a moment to look in the second mirror, it's hung on the wall at the start of the second small gallery, opposite it is the door to the kitchen and living room area. You spin around looking at the paintings hanging on the walls, to your left is the master bedroom and on suite bathroom. Further down on the right is the guest bedroom. It's so Toasty in the boiler room so you take your shoes off in there, it keeps them warm.

Things I want to add:

The Living room and kitchen.

The guest bedroom.

The master bedroom and on suite.

[omamervt]

I can't find it now because of the nature of social media but a few days ago I saw a post about someone describing all the pitfalls you'd come across trying to onboard someone onto a new Thing of some type and I was just immediately awestruck by how all but one of the things they described were symptoms of the internet as we know it today, most of which didn't exist over a decade ago.

So it was along the lines of, hey, you wanna check out my TTRPG? Here's a link to it! Simple, right? except for the other person to follow through, they have to click the link, go to itch, create an account if they don't have one, log in if they do, pay for it, download it, and open it before they can read it.

And like. None of that sounded like work to me, but that's because I'm at my desktop, like, all the time. Those things only become obstacles if you're stuck in a mobile environment.

Like, here's what it looks like when I follow those steps vs a mobile user (who, let's assume they also don't have an itch account for the sake of this)

Click link. (opens in new tab, I don't lose my place in the social feed, takes 2 seconds to load the page)

Log in. (I already have 4 accounts so I can just log into one and I know that the process is fast and painless)

Pay for the game. (A window for Paypal login is drawn over my web browser. If anything goes wrong I can restart the process without having to reload the store page.)

Download the game. (My internet isn't fast but it's a PDF, it's fine.)

Open the PDF. (Web Browser automatically opens the file. I have access to intuitive and clearly labeled controls for browsing and reading the document. Despite the fact it was formatted for print, my screen is 14-27 inches, depending on whether I'm using my laptop or desktop computer. Reading the PDF poses no real challenge)

Now, the same process, but from my phone and pretending I don't already have an itch account.

Click Link (I am redirected to a browser tab within the social media app I'm using. The browser built into the social media app is dogshit, so I have to then request the site be opened in my mobile web browser. Making this request will likely force the social app to refresh, making me lose my place in the feed, which I may never find again thanks to The Algorithm. This website was not designed with mobile users in mind. I have to scroll through a long description to reach the download button.)

Log In. (I don't have an account. All I know about this site is that the person I'm following is selling stuff on it and its mobile interface is dogshit. Can I really trust it? How long will it take to make an account? Do I really want to deal with this right now?)

Pay for the game. (Using Paypal through the mobile browser takes me away from the store page, so if anything goes wrong I may end up charged for a product I don't receive.)

Download the game. (It's a simple PDF, but most of my storage is taken up by photos and other apps, and besides, this device was made for streaming, not storing. Do I even have the capacity to open this?)

Open the PDF. (The download notification went away and nothing happened. I have to check the file browser, which was not designed well because there's rarely ever a use for it. Found the file, finally, and am prompted to open it either with my cloud storage, web browser, or some app I didn't even know I had installed. I choose web browser. The pages are formatted for print and not mobile readers and my screen is less than 7 inches long so the text is hard to read. All the controls for searching and navigating are either hidden, or in the way of me reading the file. there is no in between.)

So, moral of the story is that phones and tablets suck and we should all reinvest in good personal computers.

No but seriously, mobile phones and tablets are designed to make using them for anything outside an app's intended purpose into a tedious nightmare and it's a real fucking problem. Everyone wants to panic about losing discovery from Twitter dying or whatever but THIS is what you're fighting against. You're fighting against companies that have used barriers and restrictions to shape user patterns in ways that will hurt your onboarding even if you do everything right.

[avistaclinic]

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[arcanadreams]

That time you and your demon boyfriend went viral

hi yes hello obey me fandom!! my name is Gabbi and i have never played a single second of the actual game but i have read enough fanon content for the past year to have this idea swimming around in my head and now i am finally letting this accursed thing out of my brain and putting it in yours

also i’m only doing the brothers because any more than that and i’d have an aneurysm probably. oh and shoutout to @obeythebutler and @beels-burger-babe for inspiring me with their works to feel brave enough to write for this fandom

Lucifer:

You and Lucifer go viral on Asmo’s Devilgram story!

You’re in the kitchen helping Asmo with dinner duty and singing along to one of your playlists of human realm music that you like to show him.

Asmo starts filming your cute little dance while you stir the pot on the stove because you are just adorable!

About ten seconds into him filming, Lucifer appears in the doorway with quite the stern look on his face. You know, the one that comes right before a “MAMMOOOOOON” and strikes fear into the heart of all those with functioning eardrums. That one.

He opens his mouth, presumably to tell y’all to shut the fuck up, but then there’s a lull in the music and the eldest can hear your voice ever so slightly above the song’s vocalist and he freezes.

Man stops in his tracks like someone just smacked him in the face with a midair volleyball.

Asmo can be heard stifling a laugh behind his phone.

Lucifer’s face gets so soft and he almost, almost, loosens his metal-rod-through-the-ass posture before you notice him and give a little wave and ask if you and Asmo were being too loud like the considerate darling you are.

Lucifer clears and his throat and says something like, “No, you aren’t. I was just coming to check on how dinner is coming along,” and leaves, after which Asmo immediately presses the post button.

Screenshots of Lucifer’s heart eyes for you go absolutely viral because every demon on Devilgram goes absolutely feral for seeing the eldest demon brother lose his dignified composure. It becomes a meme template. “Get you someone who looks at you like Lucifer looks at MC” and “me at the delivery demon when he shows up with my spicy bat wings” posts become commonplace. (Asmo thinks the memes are totally worth getting strung up with Mammon for laughing at them.)

Mammon:

Much like Lucifer, you and Mammon end up going viral off Asmo’s Devilgram. (Noticing a pattern here?) 

He pulls a silly prank on your asses and honestly I don’t know how you fell for it. But hey, they say “idiots in love” for a reason, so...

You and Asmo are sitting in the common room of the House of Lamentation just chillin. Well, he’s chillin, you’re on the floor studying for an upcoming exam.

The video starts in the middle of a conversation you and the avatar of lust were having.

“No, Asmo,” you say. “Mammon and I don’t use pet names for each other.” Now that’s just a darn lie, and every demon and crow within ten miles of Mammon and you together knows it.

“Really? I find that very hard to believe, MC.~” 

You sigh in response to Asmo’s teasing. “Okay, he has a lot for me but I’m just not much of a pet name person, y’know?” The rest of the exchange goes like this:

“Oh, I totally get it.” *pause* “Hey MC, what do human world bees make again?”

“Honey.”

Cue a sheepish Mammon sticking his head in the doorway at the bluntness of your tone when you answered Asmo.

“Yeah, babe?” he looks like a puppy left on the side of a highway oh my god hUG HIM-

Asmo turns the camera back to his smug ass face and in the background you can be heard tripping on the damn carpet trying to get up and hug your mans. (”MAMMON GET OVER HERE SO I CAN HUG YOU” “W-WHAT? I THOUGHT YA WERE MAD AT ME?!?!?!?!”)

Leviathan:

Streamer Levi? Streamer Levi.

You guys go viral the first time you make an appearance on one of Levi’s weekly (insert cool Devildom streaming service name here) streams. 

It’s completely unintentional. You had been asking him for weeks to play with him on there, but he’s the avatar of envy after all. He doesn’t like sharing his partner, even if it’s with random strangers who have no real access to you.

However, he has his stream on a Thursday instead of a Friday one week, and you come into his room carrying dinner because 1) You didn’t realize he was streaming and 2) No matter what he was doing, the boy needed to eat. It wasn’t unusual for you to bring him dinner, so you had no idea why he was blushing and stammering even more than usual this time in particular. Boy was speaking in beached whale trying to tell you what was wrong.

Then you notice his screen. Oh! “Hi chat!” You wave, setting Levi’s food down on his desk in front of his keyboard. “M-MC!” He full-on whines, slamming a hand over his mouth afterwards when he remembers his viewers could hear that.

Honestly, they’d meme the fuck out of him if it weren’t for the fact that they are FINALLY SEEING HIS HENRY!!! THE MYSTERIOUS MC!!!

Chat is bombarding you with questions while you make Levi eat dinner. And by make him eat dinner, I mean literally feeding this man forkfuls/spoonfuls while he games because you love how flustered he gets when you do that. 

Does it impact his score? Absolutely. Does he care? Not really when you’re pampering him like that.

You start answering chat’s questions about you while he’s chewing so he can’t tell you to stop LMAO-

You’re a natural on stream. The VOD becomes the most popular on Levi’s account in a matter of hours and soon cute highlights compilations of you and him on that stream start making the rounds on Devildom Twitter.

Satan:

There was buildup to Satan going viral, similar to Levi in a way. 

Satan does have a Devilgram, but it’s basically a white woman’s Instagram with added book reviews for variety. Unless you’re a reader his account is pretty boring: candles, books, fireplaces, and cats.

However, after you two started reading together fairly often he began posting pictures of your legs draped over his while you sat together. They’d always be captioned with vague ass pretentious literary criticism. 

This goes on for months, and he gains a lot of (horny) followers after the leg pics start up. He doesn’t really get why but you both joke that it’s because you have some damn nice legs and I mean neither of you are complaining about the new following.

You two go viral when he finally shows your face, entirely by accident.

The post is a video, which is already strange for him and grabs attention. In it, you’re scoffing and reading an excerpt of a book, mocking its understanding of female anatomy.

“I’m quoting here, Satan: ‘her breasts bouncing around like giant pacmen.’ I’M SORRY?? THAT ISN’T HOW BOOBS WORK SIR. WHY ARE MEN ALLOWED TO WRITE?” 

(fun fact that is a very real quote from a very real book I really read last month pls save me)

Originally the camera is focused on your body, with your head out of frame to protect your privacy, but your righteous anger made Satan laugh. Like, a real laugh. The one that makes you and everyone in earshot wonder if he truly was never an angel cause he sure as hell laughs like one but anyway-

When he threw his head back, his DDD angled up just a tad without him noticing, and your face was in view for like .2 seconds. Screenshots of it are making the rounds on Devilgram almost immediately: FINALLY THE LEGS’ OWNER HAS BEEN FOUND.

Satan apologizes profusely but you honestly find it funny and you two opt to just start taking selfies while reading with both of your faces in them from now on. 

Asmodeus:

I’m gonna be real with you: you and Asmo go viral all the time. Pretty much everything Asmo posts can be considered viral because of his social media following and his status as one of the seven avatars of sin.

However, there are some fairly cute highlights to be pointed out among the times you were both featured in a post that blew up.

Your favorite is probably that time Asmo livestreamed on of you guys’ ‘Nail Nites,’ as you call them.

You’re both on the floor, doing your nails and kicking your feet back and forth while talking to chat. A lot of the questions are about your relationship, and there’s a lot of flirting back and forth between the two of you.

A particular clip of the stream does blow the fuck up on Devilgram, though, when someone screen records it and posts it with a bunch of heart emojis edited over it.

“’What colors do you think best describe each other?’ Ooo, that’s a good one, chat!” Asmo claps his hands together excitedly, making sure to be  careful of his nails.

Pretty much everyone expected you to say pink, but you surprised both your boyfriend and your viewers when, after a pensive few moments, you replied with “Hmm...probably yellow or orange.”

“Can I ask why, darling?” Asmo tilts his head in confusion. I mean, yeah, those colors look good on him, but he doesn’t wear them often so he’s wondering about your thought process. 

“Well, in the human world those colors often represent happiness, optimism, and positivity. You’re always the cheerful presence I need in my life when things get hard, so you have the vibe of those colors.”

Asmo proceeds to burst into tears and hug you, messing up both of your nails and prolonging the stream since you both have to start over. But neither of you particularly care. 

Fun fact: Asmo has the clip that demon made of that portion of the stream saved on his DDD and watches it whenever he feels sad.

Beelzebub:

Beel and you probably go the most viral out of everybody. Like this moment is an entire phenomenon across the Devildom internet. 

It’s a video, or well, multiple videos, taken at the end of a Fangol game that Beel’s team had just won. Everyone is cheering and going crazy, yourself included, and you just really wanted to congratulate your boyfriend.

So, like the rational person you are, you elect to climb up onto the railing of the bleachers and wave to get his attention. 

You were absolutely fine up there, and sat all comfortably motioning Beel over to you. He notices, of course, and jogs over, standing right beneath you and looking up. (Back where you were sitting, Mammon is screeching like a hyena in heat and Belphie, who is laying down, has one eye open to glare at him. The youngest knows Beel would never let you hurt yourself; you’re fine.)

A bunch of assorted demons at the game has started filming while you were sat atop the railing since you were rather noticeable. Therefore, there’s a shit ton of different angles of the adorable events that follow:

You slide off the railing, landing right in Beel’s waiting arms bridal style. You’ve got this brilliant smile on your face as you pull his helmet off. None of the DDDs filming can hear it over the crowd noise, but Beel asks you why you just went through all that trouble and you tell him it’s because you wanted to tell him how proud you are.

Soft boy’s chest puffs up and he smiles this big cheesy smile at you reach up to run a hand through his hair. You feel him practically purr at the contact, and with a laugh you pull him in and plant a big ole smooch on him.

The crowd, at least those of them that can see, scream. Everyone is running high on adrenaline and happy emotions; something that cute causes a ruckus!! When you pull away Beel proceeds to put you on his shoulders and you celebrate with him and the rest of his team.

The videos of you two being adorable go completely viral and there are some threads dedicated to stockpiling every single angle taken of the event. Beel is completely oblivious to the attention but you have a lot of them saved on your DDD.

Belphegor:

If you think Belphegor has any sort of social media presence whatsoever then you are sorely mistaken. (Well okay he actually does run some anonymous troll accounts to meme on Lucifer’s posts but that’s neither here nor there-)

Therefore, naturally, you two go viral off of Asmo’s Devilgram. 

Okay so someone in the obey me tag the other say headcanoned that Belphie will go out of his way to nap in ridiculous places and my brain really took that and RAN WITH IT.

So what happens is that Belphie will fall asleep in the fucking weirdest places. I’m talking on top of the fridge, underneath the dinner table, on top of bookshelves...you name it, he has slept there, no matter the effort it takes to get there in the first place. 

And, ever since you two started dating, you would join him. Sometimes it involved putting yourself at risk of great bodily harm, but the little smile he gave when you he saw you fucking scaling the countertop to reach him made it worth it.

So anyway, since Beel adores the both of you to no end, he takes pictures whenever he sees you two napping together, whether or not it is in a crazy place. He sends these to the family group chat because he thinks they’re adorable.

Over a span of weeks to months, Asmo has built up a stock of images of you and Belphie cuddles up in seemingly impossible places. Once he has about ten or so, he posts a compilation of them to his Devilgram with some cheesy ass caption like “The things we do for love <3″.

They become a meme SO QUICKLY. Like UNBELIEVABLY quickly. 

The picture of you and Belphie sleeping on top of a bookshelf, in particular, is a big hit. Memes abound.

“If my girl doesn’t climb up a bookshelf to cuddle my ass, she don’t love me.” “Get yourself a partner who scales bookshelves just to be with your ass.” Etc etc...Belphie doesn’t give a shit but you laugh at a lot of them so he sees that as a good outcome.

[xmemeanonx]

Hey, I just discovered the yandere dynamic and I found your blog searching for headcanons and I am Hooked!! Do you remember the Platonic! Batman + Wonder Woman + Superman yandere headcanon you did a while ago with the reader being a new family member? Could you do a part 2 maybe? Especially when the reader wakes up with the three of them hovering and also how daily life would be? Thank you so much !

 Yeeeaaahhh boiiii (did this with a hero reader in mind)

= = = 

The first few weeks with them are what i like to call: loving anxiety weeks. The two most different yet similar feelings in the world. Its like when you get a new phone and your too scared to even set it down. 

yeah, thats them with you. 

but like x100000

Clark is a lot to deal with, he constanly wants to be around you 24/7. This delusional man-child is almost always seen by your side, copying exactly what your doing.

If your reading, hes suddenly very invested in a new book. Watching tv? Great! He loves this show. Oh, training with Diana? Look at the cool fighting move he can do!!!  

its a lot to deal with Clark, but dammit!! Clark just loves his kid so damn much!!

There will be times where your feeling overwhelmed by Clarks’ constant presence

In those times, Bruce and Diana are your saving grace

Bruce, at times, could be described as cold. He likes his time alone, as a matter of fact, hes used to being alone rip Alfred

But that does not mean hes neglectful. It just means that at times were Clark is being over-emotinal and smothering, and Diana is training you, Bruce is left feeling. . . . unimportant. But, he will never abandon you. His parents left him and now look at him! But Bruce wants you to live better, to be better. 

So he stays. He becomes the loving father he is, with you. And it feels natural. It feels good. Bruce believes that you make him a better person, and he loves you for that. So, he’ll give you anything you want.

Whenever you need something, Bruce just happens to have it. He’s big on gift giving. 

Any times your stressed, upset, or angry, hes always there. Whether it be as a shoulder to cry one, a word of advice, or just a fatherly hug, Bruce is there. He watches over you, both literally and figuratively. 

He’s probably the one who takes you out of the house the most. If the manor is especially tense, Bruce will take you out to his favourite diner, or his favourite park. In those moment, you two genuinely feel like family 

Clark sometimes just invites himself and ruins the moment 

Diana is your savior. Shes like when you flip your pillow over to the cooler side on a hot night. You may think that because she is the one who dishes out the punishments, that she would be cruel. But, shes the farthest thing from it. She is the middle ground. The purest example of a mother figure. 

Her love is hard earned, but when it is earned,  she loves so deeply. 

During the tense times in the family, Diana takes it upon herself to be adult of the situation. She’s the easiest to talk to because she actually lets you talk.

Of course, there are times where even she loses her cool. And it’s scary. But there’s levels to it. First, she’ll get huffy, cutting you off to get her point in. Her voice is strong and demanding, you’ll just naturally shut up. Second, if your still going she makes herself bigger. Standing straighter, rolling her shoulders back, craning her neck. Anything to tell you to shut it, without actually saying it.

Thirdly, she yells.

I pray that you never go that far, because in those moments when Diana, your safe haven, is acting hysterical, who will save you?

You find that enjoying your life with them is truly an art. You learn quickly what words bring them the upmost joy, the ones that bring you the most pain, and which ones break their illusion of a perfect family. You begin to notice little things. Like how the three of them are more willing to give you whatever you want when you call them “mom” or “dad.” You learn what buttons of theirs to press at the right times, which floor boards make the most noise, what door creaks the most.

You learn quickly that escaping with your life isn’t something that will ever happen. But with how selfish Clark is, and indifferent Bruce and intense Diana is, how desperate are you?

[audreydoeskaren]

Abridged history of early 20th century Chinese womenswear (part 1: 1890s & 1900s) *improved version

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*I’m fixing and reposting the first two posts of this series because back then I had no idea how Tumblr formatting functioned and they deserve better. I’m keeping the shoddy original versions for archival purposes.

*After some thought I think it makes more sense to group the 1890s and 1900s together.

Other posts in the series:

Part 1: 1890s (original)

Part 2: 1900s & 1910s (original)

Part 3.1: 1920s-silhouette

Part 3.2: 1920s-design details

Part 3.3: 1920s-accessories, hair & makeup

Part 4.1: 1930s-silhouette & design

Part 4.2: 1930s-hair, makeup & accessories

Part 5: 1940s

Part 6.1: 1950s-Hong Kong, Macau, Taiwan & friends

Part 6.2: 1950s-mainland China

Intro & context

In order to understand early 20th century Chinese fashion we have to go back a bit into the past to have some clue about the context. When the Manchus conquered China and established the Qing Dynasty in the mid 17th century, Han Chinese men adopted Manchu style clothing but Han Chinese womenswear remained independent and separate from Manchu womenswear. Han Chinese women retained the habit of wearing a two piece ensemble as the outermost layer, unlike Manchu women, who wore a single floor length robe. I will be only discussing Han Chinese women’s fashion in this series.

In the 19th century, Han Chinese women wore 袄裙 aoqun, a two piece ensemble consisting of a robe and a skirt. The robe had a very low 立领, standing collar. In the second half of the 19th century, the robe in aoqun had a very generous and roomy cut and huge sleeves, a look which reached its peak in the 1860s and 70s. The hem of the robe hit the knees, the length in vogue since the 1870s. The collar of the robe is very low, only providing enough space for one button, likewise in fashion since the 1870s. The robe is closed with 盘扣 pankou, which in this era were always plain with either a bead or fabric knot tip. The robe closes at the side, usually at the right side at the 大襟 dajin, the side closure, however examples of robes with closures on the left also existed. Robes with closures on both the right and left were also a thing, a style called 双襟 shuangjin, double closure. Shuangjin robes were derived from a men’s riding vest, the 巴图鲁坎肩 batulu vest (batulu is Manchu for “warrior”), that could be opened from both sides, and would experience a revival in the 1920s. 

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1870s/80s photograph of a group of women in aoqun, the two skirts on the left are the elaborate mamian style, the one on the right is plain.

In aoqun, the skirt was usually of a style called 马面 mamian, made of two long horizontal pieces of pleated fabric with two flat sections each sewn to a waistband with one flat section overlapping, creating a wrap skirt that once worn around the wearer’s waist, appears to have two unpleated sections, one at the front and one at the back. This skirt was very decorative in the 19th century, full of embroidery, tassels and elaborate trim, sometimes giving the illusion of a separate apron being attached (I’ve seen this weird stereotype that traditional Chinese womenswear has a separate apron at the front this is complete bogus). The robes were likewise heavily decorated around the seams, ceremonial outfits like wedding gowns could be so full of embroidery that the original fabric is hardly to be seen.

The combination of robe and pants, 袄裤 aoku, was also a common way of dressing since approximately the 1800s or 1810s. This combination would become the norm in the 1890s.

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1870s/80s photograph of a woman in a ginormous ao, roomy pants and with bound feet.

Another noteworthy fad was bound feet. The middle of the 19th century was the pinnacle of foot binding and fashionable women had incredibly small feet, dubbed “lotus feet”. This was achieved by wrapping tight foot binding cloth around the feet since childhood and restricting the growth of the feet, I think also breaking a couple bones in the process. Women wore foot binding cloth and baggy stockings underneath their shoes, tied up with garters below the knees. Foot binding is said to severely restrict mobility and cause intense pain; I don’t doubt the pain part but I’m not sure about mobility since I’ve seen plenty of photographs of women with bound feet roaming about the streets.

Not every woman did foot binding though, it depended heavily on region, class and the individual family. For one, Manchu women all had natural feet. For Han women, an account from the 1850s said that in Beijing, every five or six out of ten women did not have bound feet, and that probability is three or four out of ten in the countryside. In the provinces along the southern coast, most women did not bind their feet (this probably has to do with the influence of indigenous cultures in the south, since foot binding was primarily a Han fashion), whereas in the northwest almost every woman had bound feet. By the way, I really don’t like how articles on foot binding describe it in the most sensational way possible, why is it so hard to approach history with peace of mind? And it pisses me off that all the articles containing 1890s photographs only talk about the foot binding as if there is nothing more of value in portraits of whole ass women.

Anyway, if you are interested in learning more about foot binding, check out  Cinderella‘s Sisters: A Revisionist History of Footbinding by Dorothy Ko, recommended by @thefeastandthefast​ . Or just anything written by Dorothy Ko tbh.

Silhouette

In the 1890s, the cut of the aoqun began to become more slender and form fitting, commonly believed to be a result of westernization. But I think it’s also because the wide sleeve look has also been in fashion for quite a while now (some 80 years or so) and people were getting tired of it. The robe inherited the knee length hem from the 1880s but was less baggy and took on a more straight cut silhouette. The collar remained quite low until the end of the decade. Pants were overwhelmingly more popular than skirts in the 1890s, I speculate this may be due to a rising interest in feminism and women wanting more mobility, but aoku was also very popular in the 1870s and 80s in general so it may have also just carried over. The pants were still ankle length and straight cut but less roomy than earlier 19th century models. Overall the 1890s just looks like a shrunken and simplified version of the 1880s.

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The aoku as of the 1890s.

By the second half of the 1900s, the collar began to rise, becoming medium height. This was kind of reminiscent of late 18th century Han women’s collars I mentioned in this post on Chinese standing collars. The robe and pants shrunk further, becoming quite tight fitting. The robe was still around knee length. The pants were especially tight and could be considered skinny. Foot binding became less common and many women had natural sized feet. However, since foot binding is something that begins in the childhood, the fact that many women without bound feet appeared in the 1900s meant that many parents started to reject food binding in the 1880s and 90s. 

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Ca. 1907 photograph of a group of women, possibly students, in tight fitting aoku.

Design details

The 1890s saw the mass disappearing of wide, embroidered trims around the seams, popular throughout the 19th century. The use of multiple rows of binding/trim from the 1870s and 80s was continued, albeit in a much more minimalistic and geometric way. I’ve seen a lot of plain white ao finished with multiple rows of black binding of different widths, it’s mighty avant-garde and elegant. Because clothes of the era were still constructed in the older Chinese method, they had a seam down the middle of the sleeves used to extend the length of the sleeves; this seam could be bound and decorated but it was not compulsory. Actual embroidery on the robe and skirt/pants was rare, if not non-existent; completely plain fabric was the norm. The ao of this era commonly had a 厂字襟 (厂 shaped closure), where the front placket is held up by one or two buttons and then closed by more buttons down the side seam. This style of closure was first popularized for Han women’s clothing in the 1800s and 1810s, before that Han women’s clothing closures were a straight line from the collar to the armpit. The pankou used to close the ao of this period became a lot more elaborate and the main source of decoration; I have a whole ass post on them here. A general air of simplicity, comfort and proportionality dominated the fashion of this era. In the mid 18th century, Han women’s robes started having folded cuffs (possibly borrowed from Manchu court dress), called 挽袖 wanxiu, and these became fake and represented by a piece of trimming in the 1850s. By the 1890s this design feature largely disappeared, leaving the sleeve edges either plain or simply bound.

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Three women in aoku, late 1890s. I looooove the look on the far left, I will probably make it some day.

Going into the 1900s, the geometric trims became more simplified and austere, while the pankou became increasingly ornamental.

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Late 1900s photograph. The robe is trimmed with fur and thin, geometric binding, and closed by very ornamental pankou.

Hair & Makeup

There were no significant changes in hairstyling in the 1890s, fashionable women would wear existing 1880s hairstyles but style them with bangs. A common style I’ve seen in photographs was long hair pulled back into either one big bun at the back or two smaller ones at the sides. The short bangs were usually very neat, precisely cut and sat closely to the forehead. Elastics did not exist, so Chinese women used strings and hairpins to tie their hair together. Hairpins of this era were usually very thick and sturdy, a single one was enough to hold all your hair into a bun. It was popular to use flowers and/or pearls to form a ring of decorations around a bun. 

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Common 1890s hairstyle, for most people the decorations weren’t so elaborate.

A popular headpiece was this thin headband adorned with pearls worn at the place where bangs should be, although that has been around since the 1870s as well.

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Ca. late 1890s. Some women wearing the pearl headband. 

Around 1905 the bangs began to grow in length but still weren’t long enough to cover the eyebrows. They were longer at the sides and shorter in the middle, creating this volume and curve at the forehead.

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Photograph ca. 1905. Long bangs.

By the end of the decade these evolved into a being with a will of its own. Long hair tied into braids or low buns became fashionable instead of tight, high buns.

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Calendar painting from 1911.

Fashionable women in the 1890s wore little to no makeup, because of the influence of female university students who were usually without makeup. In the 1870s and 80s, thick makeup was more common and was a trend popularized by sex workers in Shanghai, thus becoming increasingly considered indecent in the 1890s. I find this quite problematic cause respectability politics suck and there’s nothing wrong with wearing fashion trends invented by sex workers. All the straight male writers of the 1890s and 1900s praising female students for being “pure” and ”hygienic” in contrast to the supposedly nasty sex workers make me cringe to my core, it’s just pitting women against each other and setting us up for “I’m not like other girls” in my opinion.

The common makeup look includes white power, lipstick and blush. The lipstick shape was usually a tad smaller to the actual lips and blush was applied in large areas toward the outside of the face.

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Standard 1890s and 1900s hair and makeup look. This drawing is probably from around 1902, it’s a bit more festive folk art than fashion plate so take the patterns with a dash of salt.

Undergarments

Unfortunately I don’t have many pictures for undergarments of the era but I can describe them to you. Since women commonly wore pants, they would usually wear another layer of pants (could be considered drawers) underneath that was of a similar construction but plain and easy to launder. Panties and such didn’t exist so drawers were the innermost layer, enough to protect women’s private parts. Likewise for the robe, another plainer, sturdier version would be worn underneath. In the mid 1900s, as the sleeves of the outer robe began to shorten, the undershirt became more form fitting at the wrists and could serve a decorative function. 

Chinese women in the 19th century bound their breasts with long strips of fabric to achieve the flat look. I’m not exactly sure how this is done but basically you wrap fabric tightly around your chest until the boobies are concealed. A famous undergarment of the Qing Dynasty was the 肚兜 dudou, which was actually unisex. The female only version was called 抹胸 moxiong, 袜肚 wadu or 袜腹 wafu, the latter two are etymologically similar to earlier words for “corset” or “a pair of bodies”. However, unlike what many later 20th century artists would like you to believe, wearing only dudou on the upper body was not legit underwear for grown up women, as it was usually worn in conjunction with breast binders as an extra layer of warmth. It was also worn very tightly around the breasts and waist, not tied loosely like in paintings or period dramas nowadays.

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Dudou diagram.

Shoes

Women began campaigning against bound feet in this period and many drawings depicted women with natural feet. However, if a woman had her feet bound since childhood it’s difficult for them to return to their natural size, so some women who were born in previous decades would still have very small feet, even if they began to reject it at this time. Women’s shoes of Western construction weren’t yet so common so most women wore Chinese style shoes, which were commonly made of fabric and had a slightly upward pointing toe. Women with bound feet would use a long piece of ribbon/cloth to wrap their feet (to maintain the shape) and wear small fabric pumps with a white sole. These could be flat or have a teeny tiny bit of wedge heel, called 弓鞋 gong xie, bow shoes. Women without bound feet would wear normal sized pumps, likewise of fabric, with slightly upward pointing toes and a thick white sole. Embroidery on shoes was a huge thing in the 19th century and before but by the 1890s it started to disappear as well, and shoes in the 1890s were commonly plain. In the 1900s, Western leather shoes were increasingly popularized, but it wasn’t until the early 1910s that this popularity reached its height.

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Foot binding cloth.

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Shoes for bound feet.

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Woman with natural feet wearing Chinese style pumps. Western style knit stockings were becoming popularized in the 1880s for women with natural feet as well.

Some editing afterthoughts

I’ve been looking more into 18th and 19th century Chinese fashion lately and I realized I held some deep rooted misconceptions about the Qing Dynasty. For some reason I always considered the 1870s and 80s look with the elaborate, big robes conservative or backwards, which is really not fair. Chinese women’s fashion was revolutionized in the beginning of the 19th century, going from the flowy, slender robes of the 18th century to stiffer, more structured robes with flared sleeves. Styles also differed dramatically from decade to decade, it’s just not very well studied and there’s a stigma around Qing Dynasty fashion so people don’t get into it as much. Because Han women were allowed to continue wearing Han style clothing into the Qing Dynasty, a lot of 18th century reproduction ensembles nowadays get mistakenly labelled as Ming style hanfu, which really isn’t helping... I was definitely not alone in this though, the perception of Qing Dynasty Han women’s fashion most people nowadays have is: in the first couple years Han women were allowed to wear Ming style hanfu, but then bam the late 19th century look was forced upon everyone. This view is super not nuanced and false on almost every level, but it is extremely widespread and I don’t blame you at all if you also think like this, this was me just two months ago too... A wise woman (I mean Karolina Zebrowska) once said that everything in fashion history happens gradually, which is also extremely true for Chinese fashion history. 

I’ve really started to question what modernity in fashion means because the elaborate 19th century Chinese look that white people back then considered the epitome of conservative Chinese clothing was actually new and exciting in the beginning of the 19th century. I can’t help but wonder if this view that Chinese clothing as of the 1870s and 80s was symbolic of Chinese culture’s “backwardness” and “stagnation” was a product of colonization and white imperialists’ efforts to demonize Chinese society and take things out of context. I would prefer to say that Chinese fashion westernized a lot during the 1890s and 1900s but not necessarily modernized because what is modernity. Fashions change and that is the most normal thing on the planet. 

If you read what white historians or politicians wrote in the late 19th/early 20th century about Chinese fashion or culture (which I highly recommend you don’t, that shit is detrimental to your mental health), it becomes obvious that the majority of them have no clue what Chinese fashion looked like before the 19th century and how we got to what we had in the 19th century in the first place, so they just assumed that Chinese fashion always looked like that and that we haven’t progressed as a culture in hundreds of years lmao. Bullshit pseudo-Darwinism at its finest. Oh or if you look up 18th century European Orientalist paintings depicting imaginary Chinese characters, the clothes they wore and the hairstyles they had were so far off from what actual 18th century Chinese fashion looked like to the point they felt racist and were uncomfortable to look at. I stumbled across so many of them when looking for 18th century Chinese painting and every time I see one it almost gives me a stroke. So I think it’s really important to acknowledge that Han Chinese fashion of the 18th century is a valid field of study.

In my original 1890s post I said that the elaborate embroidery and trimmings started to appear on Han women’s fashion around this time because of Manchu influence, I take that back because I’ve realized it’s a whack claim. I’ll explain it more when I make some posts on the 19th century later.

Reworked part 2 is coming soon as well :)))