#rhesus pieces

[chipper-smol]

wow its been so long since ive drawn the monkies

ANYWAY I saw that people are lookin' for a discord and i'd like to let people know I'm opening up invites to Rhesus' Pieces! A LMK discord I made with @payasita out of spite a few years ago because there were no other good LMK discords at the time!

We have ~200 members, organized and simple channels, and we are very strict on keeping spoilers contained. So if you want to avoid any kind of spoilers until the english dub drops but still want to hang out with other fans, this is the discord for you! Likewise if you don't care about spoilers, there's a space for you too!

[puppyeared]

(Theres a discord)

[disease]

GUERILLA WELFARE // MELTING POT [RHESUS PIECES 12″, 1988]

[thisisallthehattersfault]

Thinking about. Daemon AU. Thinking about Jimbei having some kind of amphibian (Chinese Giant Salamander?) and it having to try and drag Luffy's monkey daemon off Marineford while Jimbei carried Luffy.

Thinking about the daemons being too slow, and Jimbei having no choice but to pick Luffy's daemon up in order to get them out of there.

Jimbei is ashamed! He has compounded an already traumatic event for Luffy by trespassing against him in a way that can never be apologized or atoned for. He tries so so hard to stay distant and respectful when they meet again, and Luffy hasn't ever brought it up but he's also keeping physical distance so Jimbei assumes he has graciously been forgiven but also that Luffy doesn't feel comfortable putting his daemon in Jimbei's touching range, which does sting -- he would never have done so outside of such extenuating circumstances -- but he can't fault Luffy for his caution.

Then Jimbei gives Luffy a blood transfusion, and as they're both laying there Luffy's monkey crawls over and climbs right up onto Jimbei's chest to curl into a little ball over the scar he got saving them both. As the crowd of gathered fishfolk start absolutely losing their collective minds, Jimbei just goes "Ah. I see." And puts a comforting hand on the monkey's back.

[munkiey]

Do you have any oc’s? I am on a mission to draw as many oc’s in the rhesu’s pieces server screaming. (Like void,(me) pixelga1xy and anxietea (and some others but they didn’t have them as pfp’s)

Yea actually, he's still in the works a bit but he's this little buggar.

art credit: @chipper-smol

He makes some of the best faces.

[payasita]

hi!! chip and I made a fan server out of excitement for the new lmk season! come hang out if you'd like

[chipper-asks]

Hello! I saw you had a lmk discord but the link didn’t work I was wondering if I could get it? :0

Ye here ya go

[whisperthatruns]

Scientific Method

Of course I chose the terry cloth surrogate. Milkless artifice. False idol. Everyone, I’m told, has a mother,

but Master bred me in a laboratory, his colony of orphans. Rhesus macaque. Macaca mulatta. Old World

monkeys, my matriarchs ruled the grasslands and forests long before men like him weaned their whiteness

from our chromosomes, slashed and burned our home, what they once called the Orient. French Indochina. Việt Nam. Master,

like a good despot, besotted and dumbstruck, dying to discern the genesis of allegiance, the science of love

and loss, nature versus nurture, segregated me at birth from my maker, pelt sopping with placental blood. In a chamber

where he kept track of me, his pupils recorded my every movement, every utterance, hoping I might evince to them a part of themselves.

But I wasn’t stupid.  I knew famine and emaciation, and nevertheless I picked that lifeless piece of shit

because it was soft to hold. Though it couldn’t hold me, I clung to the yellow-faced devil as though it was my true mother

and I grasped the true function of motherhood: witness to my suffering, companion in hell. Unlike infants with wire mothers

I didn’t hurl myself on the floor in terror or tantrum, rocking back and forth, colder than a corpse. I had

what Master believed to be a psychological base of operations. Emotional attachment. Autonomy. Everything

he denied and did to me, his ceaseless cruelty concealed as inquisition, unthinkable until it was thought, I endured

by keeping for myself the wisdom he yearned to discover and take credit for. Love, like me, is a beast

no master can maim. No dungeon can discipline. Love is at once master and dungeon. So don’t underestimate me.

Simpleminded and subservient as I might appear to be, I gathered more about Master than he did about me, which, I guess, is a kind of fidelity

conceived not from fondness but from fear magnified by fascination. Master made me his terry cloth surrogate, his red-clawed

god, nursing his id on my tits, and for that, I pitied him. All this time he was the animal. All this time he belonged to me.

Paul Tran, All the Flowers Kneeling (Penguin Books, 2022)

from Tran’s notes: “Scientific Method [Of course I chose the terry cloth surrogate...]” takes its persona from a baby rhesus monkey experimented on by Harry Harlow at the University of Wisconsin--Madison in 1959. Testing the drive-reduction theory of attachment posed by Sigmund Freud, who asserted in 1939 that “love has its origin in attachment to the satisfied need for nourishment,” Harlow separated eight baby rhesus monkeys from their mothers. He placed each in an individual cage with two surrogate mothers. The first was made of terry cloth. The second was made of wire. Although both provided the babies with milk, Harlow observed over 165 days that the baby rhesus monkeys preferred the terry cloth surrogate, holding on to it when an oddity, such as a mechanical teddy bear that marched and beat a drum, was introduced to the individual cages. This indicated that drive-reduction didn’t drive attachment. Instead, Harlow believed that a sense of security, or an “internal working model,” shaped the patterns of attachment. 

[ripeteeth]

scientific method - paul tran

Of course I chose the terry cloth surrogate. Milkless artifice. False idol. Everyone, I’m told, has a mother,

but Master bred me in a laboratory, his colony of orphans. Rhesus macaque. Macaca mulatta. Old World monkeys, my matriarchs ruled the grasslands

and forests long before white men like him weaned their whiteness and maleness from our chromosomes,

slashed and burned our home, what they once called The Orient. French Indochina. Việt Nam. Master, like a good despot, besotted and dumbstruck, dying

to discern the genesis of allegiance, the science of love and loss, nature versus nurture, segregated me at birth

from my maker, pelt sopping with placental blood. In a chamber where he kept track of me, his pupils recorded my every movement, my every utterance,

hoping I might evince to them a part of themselves. But I wasn’t stupid. I knew famine and emaciation,

and nevertheless I picked that lifeless piece of shit because it was soft to hold. Who wouldn’t want that? Though it couldn’t hold me, I clung to the yellow-face

devil as though it was my true mother and I grasped the function of motherhood: witness to my suffering,

companion in hell. Unlike infants with wire mothers I didn’t hurl myself on the floor in terror or tantrum, rocking back and forth, colder than a corpse. I had

what Master believed to be a psychological base of operations. Emotional attachment. Autonomy.

Everything he denied and did to me, his ceaseless cruelty concealed as inquisition, unthinkable until it was thought, I endured by keeping for myself

the wisdom he yearned to discover and take credit for. Love, like me, is a beast no master can maim,

no dungeon can discipline. Love is at once master and dungeon. So don’t underestimate me. Simple- minded and subservient as I might appear to be,

I gathered more about Master than he did about me, which, I guess, is a kind of fidelity

conceived not from fondness but fear magnified by fascination. Master made me his terry cloth surrogate, his red-clawed god, nursing his id

on my tits, and for that, I pitied him. All this time he was the animal. All this time he belonged to me.

[from All the Flowers Kneeling]

[chipper-smol]

LMK DISCORD OPENING BACK UP FOR THE S4 SPECIAL DUB RELEASE

Rhesus' Pieces (A server name that is 3 puns in a trenchcoat) is a Lego Monkie Kid server that @payasita and I made a couple months ago because we wanted to create a fandom space with a relaxed atmosphere to enjoy with other fans.

It's become a decently large server (180+ members) which is why we closed it off before, but now we're open to seeing more new faces!

IMPORTANT NOTE: This server is open to all fans, ones who have indulged in the s4 special eps early (like me) and ones that are holding out for the english dub. We know how hard it is to not get spoiled so we are strictly enforcing spoilers to stay within their correct channels.

We also have all of the episodes, s1-s4, available if you've wanted to get into LMK but havent found a place to watch it.

C'mon and join so we can all scream and have a good ol time!

(invite in the replies)

[puppyeared]

Fuck it LMK warrior cats

Harpy on the rhesus pieces discord coined this

[disease]

GUERILLA WELFARE // SO TODAY [RHESUS PIECES 12″, 1988]

[thearistocratsblog]

"Rhesus Pieces" one of my favorite gross puns. Edit: feeling slick talking with neuroscientists about monkey dismemberment

[xtruss]

Florida always has been different. Green Iguanas (above) fall onto driveways during cold snaps. Thousands of poisonous Cane Toads escape. Rhesus Monkeys break free. Invasive intruders include Hissing Ducks, Walking Catfish, Hermaphroditic River Eels, Bloodsucking Worms, Pet-eating Monitor Lizards, and rodent-sized African Land Snails. Now the Ferocious—and Carnivorous—Kinkajou is presenting new challenges among the Sunshine State's strange menagerie. One paper calls Florida the “Jurassic Park” of exotic species. Photograph By David Geeting

This fall Sunnyfields Farm in the town of Totton, England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿, features a Giant Mask-Wearing Jack-o’-Lantern made from more than 5,000 Pumpkins and Squashes. Photograph By Henry Stephen, Alamy

The National Museum of Ireland 🇮🇪—Country Life, near the Town of Castlebar, displays a Plaster Cast of an early 1900s Jack-o’-Lantern, known as a “Ghost turnip.” Photograph By National Museum of Ireland

The Chinchorro People in Present-day Chile 🇨🇱 used Clay Masks and Pieces of Wood to Reshape and Decorate their Mummies. Photograph By Martha Saxton, National Geographic Image Collection

[willow-dino]

YOU.

are you the same Willow from Rhesus Pieces?

HI YEAH YOUR ACCOUNT SHOWED UP IN THE “in your orbit” SECTION >:D

[chipper-asks]

Hello. I heard you had a lmk discord server and I was wondering if it's still open? The link I found for it doesn't work. Is there an interview process to this? Thank you and have nice day!

We actually have had the server closed for a bit as there was a bit too much activity going on and we wanted it to settle down (we shot up from 41 members to 163). However-

Paya and I just had a little talk about this and we're deciding to open the server back up in staggered invites. Here's an invite link, but it only has 5 uses.

Every Friday i'll be posting a new invite link to the server 👍

Please read the rules and the etiquette regarding the upcoming s4 special. Hope you have a fun time!