#or that ag doll being indian

[theghostofashton]

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#it is so hard to like. reckon with feelings of constantly being told you don't matter or your culture doesn't matter #your stories are not important enough to tell #and like. i don't even really have the words to articulate it but there's something about the inaction the lack of rep that is action #it feels like action anyway #like some higher-ups somewhere decided indian stories aren't valuable enough to be told #there are still so few characters and even less queer indian characters #we settle for so much all of the time #characters that are similar to us #but not really us yknow #until a few years ago even the indian characters we had were racist stereotypes that hurt to watch on screen #but at least they were there right lmfao #or that ag doll being indian #my cousin posted about it that's how i found out #and her caption was something along the lines of how sad she was growing up to not have dolls that looked like her #and how thrilled she is for her niece to grow up with an indian american girl doll #and it's this weird like.... i am so happy for the little girls who will have this #but i'm still sad for the little me that had to go without it? #the little me that was taught really early on they don't care about you you are not important enough to them #you are there for them to make offensive jokes toward and toss out otherwise #and don't get me wrong i am SO glad things are getting better i am so thrilled for the kids growing up with devi in nhie and this too #it's just like. wish i could've had that yknow #wish that was the norm #i have been in my feelings all day lol ignore me #delete later

[goryhorroor]

What are some underrated horror films? I have watched all the popular ones and need more! Thanks!

mentally prepare yourself because im ready to give a gumbo list (this has been sitting in my inbox because i had to ask all my friends and this is the list we came up with):

curse of the demon (1957) the serpent and the rainbow (1988) paranoiac (1963) the old dark house (1932) countess dracula (1971) golem (1920) haxan (1968) island of lost souls (1932) mad love (1935) mill of the stone women (1960) the walking dead (1936) the ghoul (1933) tourist trap (1979) the seventh victim (1943) ganja & hess (1973) dead of night (1945) a bay of blood (1971) let's scare jessica to death (1971) alice sweet alice (1976) the deadly spawn (1983) the brain that wouldn't die (1962) all about evil (2010) black roses (1988) the baby (1973) parents (1989) a blade in the dark (1983) blood lake (1987) solo survivor (1984) lemora: a child's tale of supernatural (1973) eyes of fire (1983) epitaph (2007) nightmare city (1980) slugs (1988) death smiles on a murderer (1973) intruder (1989) short night of glass dolls (1971) the children (2008) alone in the dark (1982) end of the line (2007) the queen of spades (1949) the housemaid (1960) tormented (1960) captain clegg (1962) the long hair of death (1964) dark age (1987) the crawling eye (1958) the kindred (1987) the gorgon (1964) wicked city (1987) baba yaga (1973) 976-evil (1988) bliss (2019) decoder (1984) amer (2009) the visitor (1979) day of the animals (1977) leptirica (1973) planet of the vampires (1965) lips of blood (1975) berberian sound studio (2012) a wounded fawn (2022) matango (1963) the mansion of madness (1973) the killing kind (1973) symptoms (1974) morgiana (1972) whispering corridors (1998) dead end (2003) infested (2023) (this just came out but im adding it) triangle (2009) the premonition (1976) you'll like my mother (1972) the mafu cage (1978) white of the eye (1987) mister designer (1987) alison's birthday (1981) the suckling (1990) graveyard shift (1987) messiah of evil (1987) out of the dark (1988) seven footprints to satan (1929) burn witch burn (1962) the damned (1962) pin (1988) horrors of malformed men (1969) mr vampire (1985) the vampire doll (1970) contracted (2013) impetigore (2019) eyeball (1975) malatestas carnival of blood (1973) the witch who came from the sea (1976) i drink your blood (1970) nothing underneath (1985) sauna (2008) seance (2000) come true (2020) the last winter (2006) night tide (1961) the brain (1988) dementia (1955) don't go to sleep (1982) otogirisou (2001) reincarnation (2005) mutant (1984) spookies (1986) shock waves (1977) bloody hell (2020) the den (2013) wer (2013) olivia (1983) enigma (1987) graverobbers (1988) manhattan baby (1982) evil in the woods (1986) death bed: the bed that eats (1977) cathy's curse (1977) creatures from the abyss (1994) the dorm that dripped blood (1982) the witching (1993) madman (1981) vampire's embrace (1991) blood beat (1983) the alien factor (1978) savage weekend (1979) blood sisters (1987) deadly love (1987) playroom (1990) die screaming marianne (1971) pledge night (1990) night train to terror (1985) the devonsville terror (1983) ghostkeeper (1981) special effects (1984) blood feast (163) the child (1977) godmonster of indian flats (1973) blood rage (1980) the unborn (1991) screamtime (1983) the outing (1987) the being (1983) silent madness (1984) lurkers (1988) forver evil (1987) squirm (1976) death screams (1982) jack-o (1995) haunts (1976) a night to dismember (1983) creaturealm: demons wake (1998) the curse (1987) daddy's deadly darling (1973) nightwing (1979) the laughing dead (1989) the severed arm (1973) the orphan (1979) not like us (1995) prime evil (1988) the monstrosity (1987) dark ride (2006) antibirth (2016) iced (1988) the soultangler (1987) twisted nightmare (1987) puffball (2007) biohazard (1985) cameron's closet (1988) beast from haunted cave (1959) the she-creature (1956)

#answered #horror #horror movies

[desertdollranch]

Opening and reviewing my first Australian Girl doll

She spent more than a month in a box, making her way halfway across the world to her new home, and now here she is! I'm so relieved that she arrived safely. It was the longest I've ever had to wait for a doll, and through much of her journey I didn't know where she was or when she would be here.

I don't want to drop too big of a spoiler, but listen to this........ she was so worth the wait, and the money. This doll instantly won my heart with how exquisite she is in every way.

Australian Girl dolls were specially made for Australian children, by Helen Schofield, a grandmother who loved dolls. She created the brand when she couldn't find an age appropriate doll that was locally available or good quality. So she created these dolls to help children feel pride in Australian culture, while teaching them about friendship and empathy. There are five girls to befriend--Amy, Jasmine, Emily, Bronte, and Matilda, each representing a different region of the country, ethnicity, and lifestyle.

The company itself has quite high standards. They strive to reduce waste in their product packaging, and they use a factory in China that treats its workers humanely and does not use child labor.

If you've been around my blog for a while, you know how much I love collecting diverse brands and types of play dolls, especially international dolls. Also, this one will be extra special because I actually have an Australian grandmother--she's also a doll collector, and I'm looking forward to showing her my new doll the next time I see her.

After the cut, I'll show you who she is, and talk about why I chose her. I'll compare her with similar-sized dolls as well, and have her do some dressing up.

Before we get to the unboxing, let's check out the little goodies included with my doll.

First is a little pamphlet explaining why the dolls are special, but also represent real girls growing up in Australia.

There's another pamphlet about how to care for your doll.

All of the dolls come with a fun freebie: this cute pair of thongs.

Another freebie (a $30 AUD value) is this very sturdy doll carrier with pockets for accessories.

I also bought a pair of sneakers for my new girl. I figured her feet would be a bit larger than my other dolls, and these are cute, so she now has three pairs of shoes to wear.

Anyway. Enough of the small stuff. Let's let her out of the box.

It's Amy from Adelaide!

I chose Amy after three entire years of being indecisive and going back and forth on exactly which Australian Girl I wanted. They're all equally adorable, so I picked Amy because her personality seems very sweet, and I love that she has mixed heritage. According to the Austrlaian Girl dolls website, Amy's family tree is a mix of Aboriginal and Dutch on her mother's side, and English and Indian/Fijian on her father's side. Very representative of modern Australia!

I have no regrets. She is perfect!!! Just the most charming little angel. I am officially WOWED.

I'm seriously impressed at the superior quality of her construction. I understand why she was priced a bit higher than similar dolls. She is, from head to toe, beautifully made, with so many sweet details. Her dress and shoes are also impeccably made and feel very durable.

Her hair is flawless. It's a Kanekalon wig with loose curls, in a gorgeous shade of brown. Her eyes open and close. She has both painted and attached eyelashes.

She has a gap between her big toe and the next toe, so she can wear her sandals and thongs.

Her elbows are dimpled and she has subtle blush color on parts of her skin, including elbows and hands.

She has a crease across her palm.

She has articulation at her shoulders, hips, and neck. Her limbs, head, and shoulders are vinyl, and she has a huggable soft tummy. I don't really have a strong preference for either cloth torsos, vinyl torsos, or half and half like Amy. They all have pros and cons. This specific construction is nice in that she can wear low-neckline clothes without showing a cloth body, but it does make her harder to repair in case she has to be fixed.

I have a pretty good idea of what she'll be wearing when she's ready to change out of her pink party dress.

The first photo shows her in a dress I made. The second is a Maplelea dress and hat. The rest are all American Girl brand clothing, except for the shoes. Amy can comfortably wear most stretchy clothes by AG and similar brands like Our Generation, but her feet absolutely will not fit AG, OG, or Maplelea shoes.

The exception to the clothes is some of the tighter pieces. This AG shirt did not fit well. Amy's shoulders are a bit more broad than smaller dolls, and so without some extra give this is too tight.

Amy is 20 inches/51 centimeters tall. Here she is next to my Our Generation doll Jordana. I'm using an OG doll because they're actually available locally in Australia. Whereas American Girl dolls, which I usually use when I compare brands, have to make an overseas journey. So it's only fair that I consider any Australians reading this now who are wondering how Amy compares.

Amy is tall, but not the tallest doll in the family! Here she is next to Fernanda, my Karito Kids doll, who is about an inch taller although slimmer. Karito Kids dolls are in fact just slightly skinnier than American Girl dolls, so they have a much easier time sharing clothes.

In conclusion, I highly highly recommend this doll. She's absolutely sublime! I'm so thrilled to have her here, and I'm looking forward to having lots of adventures with her.

Obviously I'm far from Australia, but my Amy will still live her life as if she were in a suburb outside of the city of Adelaide. I've been looking at pictures of the geography of the state of South Australia, and there are some places in the mountainous parts that look pretty similar to the desert southwest where I live. So Amy will have no idea she's actually in the USA. Don't tell her the truth!

#australian girl dolls #20 inch dolls #international dolls #doll review

[omgthatdress]

I have a lot of feelings about Isabel and Nicki, and honestly? Most of them are disappointed.

I don’t care about the 90s being turned into “history.” Fuck that, 2012 and 2016 and 2020 can all be called “history.” Their clothes are very hip for your average nine-year-old but honestly they’re not terrible. The fact that they’re twins is definitely a reference to the twins that were super cool in the 90s, and their two books were written by a pair of twin sisters who grew up in the 90s, based on their experiences. I’ve seen a lot of people praising the fact that they’re twins because it can show the differing styles that were popular in the 90s.

BUT. They’re White and blonde, and their story really lacks any lesson about the 90s at all aside from the internet was a thing and y2k was scary. The 90s were actually pretty mellow politically, and with the end of the cold war and civil rights and women’s lib, some people were calling it “the end of history” and that world peace and equality had been achieved. Bullshit. There was a LOT going on in the 90s that was incredibly important, and girls growing up in the 90s knew that. Isabel and Nicki present a very bland, Whitewashed and nostalgia-blind 90s that are very different than the 90s I remember. That’s the biggest thing that I really, truly hate about Isabel and Nicki’s collection: it’s not history, it’s nostalgia.

The American Girl 90s doll should have been South Asian. It’s what was going on with American immigration in the end of the 20th century: people with in-demand skills and professions like doctors and engineers were welcomed into the US, mainly from Asia. An Indian-American 90s doll could easily have all the 90s nostalgia while also engaging with the oppressive beauty standards and sexist bullshit that girls dealt with in the 90s.

Or. They could keep Isabel and Nicki as they are and still have a story that fits in with the major social changes of the 90s. They could have a parent or a sibling who comes out as gay.

So yeah. As much as I want to like Isabel and Nicky, I’m just incredibly disappointed. If this whole AG spam has proven anything, I’m as subject to nostalgia as anyone else, but that isn’t the 90s.

#1990s #American Girl #Isabel and Nicky

[kylejsugarman]

Syd Syd I used to love American Girl Dolls as a kid and I currently love being a hater please give us the rundown on why the new dolls suck

oh my god ok ive already made a ton of posts about them but let me summarize: american girl's latest historical dolls are twins from 1999 (which like. hardly historical) and in addition to having a boring story that basically consists of "y2k might happen. also we are twin sisters who have to share a room." the dolls look like fucking teenagers. like the only word for them is tiktok-ified, it literally looks like theyre teenagers on tiktok who sometimes dress in y2k style because that look is trendy rn

these are not nine-going-on-ten-year-old girls. they literally have painted on lashes and long glossy hair and faces + brows styled to look like they're wearing makeup. one of them is wearing PLATFORMS. no nine-year-old girl looks like this!!

its just emblematic of a few bigger problems with ag: overshadowing their dolls of color (the twins were debuted and heavily marketed shortly after ag introduced a new historical doll claudie, an adorable and lovely little black doll from 1920s harlem; also the whole releasing the 2024 girl of the year in october to overshadow the 2023 goty, who was the first indian girl), nostalgia-baiting to try to lure fans into buying stuff (like half of the twins' collection so far is re-releases of outfits and accessories that ag made and sold in 1999), toning down stories to the point where they're all bland and forgettable, and leaning into the increasing pressure on young girls to look stylish, perfect, and put-together in fucking elementary school. young girls nowadays are biologically and socially "maturing" earlier than they have before and ag shouldn't give into that by releasing dolls that look 15 and tiktok ready. let little girls see themselves in the dolls and fucking ENJOY being little girls

#angrylesbianstereotype #ask #syd squeaks #the twins just perfectly encapsulate everything i hate about modern ag #american girl doll #ag #american girl

[barbielore]

Asian Barbies

The Barbie line is currently advertising heavily on diversity - however like with many aspects of the line, this has been a bit up and down over time.

The first official Barbie release to be depicted as Asian was in 1981, as a part of the Dolls of the World collection. She was the fourth release in the Dolls of the World line and I think it is fair to say that this has not aged very well.

I am no expert in Hong Kong culture, so I will not comment on how accurate her costume is or is not. I think it is safe to say that if this doll were released today she probably would have been named "Hong Kong Barbie" or similar rather than using the word "Oriental".

Her head sculpt was later used for two named characters in the Barbie line - Miko and Kira. Miko was a Pacific Islander character and Kira was East Asian, though I do not believe it was ever specified specifically what her cultural background was.

Kira was discontinued in the early 2000s and replaced by Lea. Lea is officially described as being Asian, though again, not any more specific than that.

Lea also shared her head sculpt with another character - Kayla, who was depicted as having brown hair and tan skin but not specified as being from any particular cultural group.

Later dolls in the Dolls of the World line depicted dolls from specific Asian countries, such as India Barbie in 1982, Japanese Barbie in 1985, Korean Barbie in 1988, Chinese Barbie in 1994, a second Indian Barbie in 1996, Thai Barbie in 1998, Princess of India in 2000, Princess of China in 2001, Princess of Japan in 2003, Princess of the Korean Court in 2004, Chinese New Year Barbie in 2005, Sumatra-Indonesia Barbie in 2007, Japan Barbie and Ken in 2010, China Barbie in 2011, and India Barbie and Phillipines Barbie in 2012. A new Lunar New Year Barbie collection was released this year.

Additionally there are some new Barbies that are not identified as being a specific character - just Barbie - who appear to be Asian and/or are described by Mattel as Asian.

#barbie #tw racism #asian barbies #kira #lea #dolls of the world #lunar new year

[hearttinmyhandd]

escapade

Sitting on a mahogany dresser in my bedroom is a thick layer of dust, and a collection of incense and trinkets I’ve been collecting since I was fifteen. I can never seem to let anything go so long as it has a fraction of sentimental meaning to it– as is the box of incense collecting dust.

I never burn those things anymore. When I was a teenager and still living with my father, late at night I would open all of my bedroom windows, light all the candles I’d collected as Christmas gifts over the years, and light the little cones. My bedroom would fill with the scent of vanilla, driftwood, and something reminiscent of the western Pennsylvanian bonfires my grandma would host when I was a child. Quite often, the little purple box that held them would catch my eye and I would ponder; how nice it would be to light one today. I wonder if they would smell the same.

I never did. Something took hold of my wrists and throat when I began to think, “Just one won’t hurt.” And so I would think to myself, hurt what?

There’s no danger to my well-being from lighting incense. I treated the things as if I were a recovering alcoholic, and they were a fresh bottle of New Amsterdam staring at me from my dresser. But the fear.

This fear I experience, it takes control of my soul whenever I yearn for anything out of the ordinary. I can hear my mother’s voice nagging in the back of my head about the nasty smell of the smoke. If I think I’d like to take a walk after dusk, I hear her untrusting voice asking where I’m going so late at night. When I cry and plead for answers about why the world is so cruel, I see her eyes roll over in disgust and turn back towards the television.

It was a deadly sickness stripping me of my youth, day by day. Tiresome. I was a little porcelain doll sitting on my mother’s living room shelf. A nativity set. If she was the Virgin Mary, I was her sweet little baby Jesus.

A look wouldn’t hurt. I cracked open the aging cardboard box and peered at the little baggies of each scent. I'd long forgotten the scents, but there were cones colored forest green, terracotta, floral magentas and lavender. I examined the crinkling bags and whiffed each one, an intense earthy smell assaulting me like snorting black pepper. Stuffed between two bags I caught a glimpse of something I didn’t recognize. Faded white paper. I picked it up.

A cigarette. One, single little Marlboro cigarette between my fingers. A faded memory of a jaded youth. I recalled a night many years ago at an ex-boyfriend’s house, when a family friend had left behind a full box of cigarettes on the patio table. Little daredevil I was, I suggested we steal the box. Then that fear gripped me, and I reeled back and said we should just steal two cigarettes. At least I did it.

I must have stuffed it in here for safe-keeping. An emergency of some sort in which a cigarette is my only hope. I stuffed the rolled tobacco into the pocket of my jeans, carefully so as to not bend or break it, and grabbed my car keys.

There was this park right on the Indian river, hidden by a six-lane highway. My secret little happy place, though I never came here– the fear, you see.

Past the tall green trees of this park, there was a boardwalk-like path surrounded by a plethora of Florida greenery. It was like walking through a tunnel of leaves and branches. Deafeningly quiet, the slightest sounds could be heard. A rabbit stepping on a fallen branch, squirrels foraging through leaves, birds chittering in between trees– and my heavy footsteps echoing down the walkway.

It took about five minutes to walk this wooden path, and I found myself jumping at every noise from the depths of the woods; peering behind my shoulder as if the fear were chasing me in a physical form. But I would not turn back. I was halfway there.

At the end of the wooden path of this park trail, you were given two options: to sit on a wooden dock facing the river and the million-dollar homes, or to walk through an opening in the fence towards a rocky clearing where you could stand on mossy and barnacle-covered rocks. This clearing was my secret spot. The trees were placed in such a way that one could never see you from the wooden path. You could see nothing, and nobody, except the river and the rocks. Except today, when I finally made it to the end of the path, there was a little black book laying in front of the opening to the clearing.

Lying perfectly on the ground, face up, this book laid staring me in the face. “Cause of Death,” read the title. It was as if someone had carefully placed it there like a booby trap. I felt as if I would pick it up and an anvil would fall from the sky and crack my skull open. It was so ominous I wanted to laugh. 

I stood there staring at the book, looking between the path back to my car, the dock, then back at the book. It was so silly. So, so silly, that the fear had materialized into an eighties-slasher style warning.

I ignored it.

I sat on the dock instead. Not the ideal scenario. I had a vision where I sat on the rocks with my feet above the water, smelling the river breeze out of view from the world. But the dock would do.

I sat and fumbled in my pocket for the single cigarette. I placed it in between my lips, but when I reached into my pocket, my heart sank. The lighter was in the car.

The whole thing at this point was surely a sign. Normally I would have kicked myself and pictured myself screaming, wondering if maybe this was truly ridiculous. A mother knows best, after all. I found myself indifferent today; try as I might, today was not the day. Simple as that. 

Despite my indifference, I ran as fast as I could from the rustling squirrels and my cause of death.

The next day I tried again. Not at the same park, but one a few miles down the road. This park was also along the river and arguably had a better view. But this park was not hidden, and thus was more likely to have people. My vision did not involve anything but me, my cigarette, the water, and the wind. It was meant to be beautiful.

Perhaps a sunny Sunday afternoon was the worst time to enact my vision. When I arrived, the parking spaces were near full and there were families enjoying one of the last days of summer in every corner. Simple as that. I rolled around the parking lot and pulled away.

On the third day, I was awake at eight o’clock for my bi-weekly counseling. I did not tell her about my cigarette escapade, but afterwards I felt an itch worse than ever to let myself go. Meditation is what she suggested. I had just the thing for that.

Like the park, I had a favorite beach where little to no people were ever seen. The beach access looks like a grass plot, not a parking lot, and it was sandwiched between two massive condominium complexes. When I was little, I was stung by a portuguese man o’war here. I should have been weary, but it made the place feel like my own. On the odd occasion there would be a crowd of beachgoers, but today my fingers were crossed.

I took nothing but a towel, water, and of course the point of this all. When I stepped up the boardwalk, I felt the fear try to creep into my veins and replace my imaginary muscle relaxer. It didn’t prevail for long once I peeked over the wooden stairs. No one was here. It was beautiful.

The air was salty and warm, but the breeze flowed through my blood like my lover’s fingers brushing softly against my back. The silence was like a blanket that had just sat in the sun. 

When I got settled onto my towel, I sat back in wonder at the serenity of the morning beach. I suppose I had never been so early. The occasional beach town resident would walk past without sparing a glance. I silently thanked them.

I fumbled with the lighter for a minute, the cigarette comfortable between my lips, but the wind was interfering like a spoiled sibling on your birthday when the cake comes out with the candles lit. Eventually my hands shielded the childish wind for enough time that the paper caught flame. And I sat there.

For a while. For a while I sat there. It was like my imaginary muscle relaxer was real. Imagination cannot even compete with reality. My mind had shut down. For the first time in my life, I had no thoughts. Only the wind playing with my hair and the bitter taste of tobacco in my mouth.

I had my ten minutes of quiet bliss. I spent my time watching the waves crash, pull back, then do it all over again. I laid back and let the wind blow through my ears. I dug my hands into the sand, reveling in the chill of it not having been touched by the sun. My heart beat slowed. I imagined my lover wrapping his warm arms around me and kissing my cheeks. Like a call to a prayer, the sun came forth and warmed my skin. 

And then it was over.

My first thought when coming back to reality: I understand how people get hooked on these things. 

I knew I would not get hooked, and I did not. A part of me thought that something would change after this. Like breaking a glass bottle of holy water. The bottle shatters and something incredible should happen, like God Himself should come down and kiss your forehead as if you’ve freed him of some sort of curse. Instead, the bottle just shatters and water goes everywhere.

I would go on and continue to move about life with the needle of fear pricking away at my back. To this day it haunts me and pulls me away from reality, on the opposite side of the spectrum from the cigarette. I feel it creep into my skin and veins when I light those incense late at night, and when I slip on my shoes to stroll through the suburbs. But no longer does it take hold of my throat.

#creativeworks #creative writing #short story #nonfiction #surrealism

[caterva]

Kind but cautious, Azinhael has always found himself on the outside of a world that he fears would judge and fear him for a demon.

LEGAL NAME: Azinhael Peterson

DATE OF BIRTH: October 21st 

AGE: 25

GENDER: Male, he/him

LANGUAGES: English, Latin, some Spanish

EDUCATION: Home schooled

OCCUPATION: Owner and Barista at Tabletop Tavern

RESIDENCE: Verse dependent

NOTABLE FAMILY: TBA

DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: Socially | Sometimes | A little pot, as a treat(edibles to help him sleep)

LIKE[S]: Serving people, animals, walks, picnics, a good quiet library, clear and sensical rules.

DISLIKE[S]: Cruelty, inequality, rude customers(including those who just talk too loudly/are obnoxious to the general café rather than him specifically), double standards

FEAR[S]: Being discovered and living out the horror stories he was raised with of his kind’s persecution. Finding out that he is what people fear him to be. Dolls.

POWER[S]: Mild pyromancy, increased strength and speed. The ability to disguise his true form with an innate glamour. 

PERSONALITY TRAITS: Friendly, quiet, and loyal. He’s got excellent customer service skills and is a true extrovert, craving time with people even once he clocks out for the day. He’s considerate and helpful, and is quick to offer aid and charity.

TALENTS: He’s inexplicably good at Uno, despite it being partly a game of chance. He makes a mean cup of coffee and can tie a cherry stem into a knot with his tongue. He’s excellent with his hands and is good at picking up new crafts.

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

HAIR COLOR: Glamoured: Black. Naturally: Deep crimson.

HAIR STYLE: Shoulder length and swept back from his false eye. Shaved on the sides and back of his head.

EYE COLOR: Real eye, glamoured: Grey. Real eye, naturally: Glowing gold with a black sclera. False eye: Variable; he likes to use fantasy eyes, flashlight eyes, and generally anything fun.

HEIGHT: 5′8″

Body language: Excellent posture, relaxed and open. He leans a lot when he’s not at work and cannot sit in a chair properly to save his life. 

Physical features: Glamoured, he has a varying amount of facial hair and appears to be of mixed Indian descent. Naturally, he has brownish-red skin that is covered with markings that resemble underlying bones.

TATTOOS: None

PHYSICAL ILLNESSES & DISORDERS: N/A

MENTAL ILLNESSES & DISORDERS: Generalized anxiety, although he keeps it pretty well managed without meds.

VERSES

At Your Service: Default verse which covers most threads. He’s a barista at the recently opened Tabletop Tavern, a board game café that recently opened in [location convenient to the RP].

#c: azinhael #roster

[obsessedaizawa]

About; Crystal Lakewater - Hazbin Hotel OC

Basic Information

➤ Full Name: Crystal ‘Rose-mania’ Lakewater ➤ Birthday: July 9th 2000 ➤ Death-day: May 15th 2022 ➤ Age: 22 Years Old ➤ Cause of death: Drowned forcefully by ex-husband ╳°»｡ ∾･⁙･ ღ ➵ ⁘ ➵ ღ ･⁙･∾ ｡«°°»｡ ∾･⁙･ ღ ➵ ⁘ ➵ ღ ･⁙･∾ ｡«°╳ ★ Likes: Singing, playing the piano, reading, creative writing, poetry, photography, walking around bare-foot, playing in puddles, sledding, rain clothing, snow clothing, taking long baths and showers, camping + s'mores, fruity alcoholic beverages, roses, dark chocolates, positivity, organization, and bluntness. ★ Dislikes: Humid weather, unnecessary drama, surprises, liars, malicious intent towards the weak and helpless, makeup, massive parties, loud noises, bright lights, tail being pulled forcefully, and drunken confessions ★ Sexuality: Heterosexual _____________________________________________________________

Characteristics

✿ Gender: Female ✿ Born: Michigan near Gull Lake ✿ Ethnicity: Mixed with German and Irish lineage ✿ Species: Deer Sinner Demon ✿ Formally: Human ✿ Status: Active

Appearance

✦ Overlord Name: The Storm Demon ✦ Eye Color: Turquoise, Bondi Blue, & Viridian ✦ Skin Color: Marian Blue ✦ Blush Color: Indian Red ✦ Hair Colors: Palatinate Blue And Yale Blue ✦ Ear Colors: Electric Blue And Steel Blue ✦ Hair Style: Wavy ✦ Hair Length: 24 Inches Mid Back ✦ Eye Lash Type: Deep Set Eyes ✦ Eye Lashes Length: 13 Inches ✦ Eye Lashes Color: Black ✦ Freckles Color: White ✦ Freckles On: Face, Shoulders, And Tip Of The Ears ✦ Bra Size: 34B ✦ Underwear Size: Medium ✦ Shirt Size: Medium ✦ Preferred Shirt Size: Large ✦ Pants Size: 12 ✦ Weight: 172 lbs ✦ Height: 6′2 ✦ Shoe Size: 11 and a half ✦ Nickname’s: • The Lady Of The Lake, (Rosie) • Doll, Young Lady, Goddess, (Platonic Valentino) • Tempered Ice, A Pain In My Ass, (Vox) • My Alcoholic Buddy, Kid, Partner, (Husk) • My Energetic Bundle Of Joy, Sunflower, Sunshine, (Charlie) • Sweetie, My Organized Twin, (Niffty) • Fae Fawn, My Dear, My Darling, Dearest, My Love, Sweetheart, Little Doe, (Alastor)

Clothing

➤ Casual Outfit:

➥ Hair Style: Down and wavy ✦ White sweatshirt with black kanji written on both of the sleeves saying 自分を決してあきらめない = Never give up on yourself. In the middle of the sweatshirt a black and white silhouette of a rose losing its pedals while in a glass container. Inspired by Beauty And The Beast. ✦ Light blue jeans with a whitish/grayish belt ✦ Dark blue jean jacket with lots of stars embroidered on the flaps and frontal pocket’s ✦ Aegean blue sports bra and boy shorts set no lace ✦ White crew socks ✦ Black leather combat boots with thick laces ✦ A mood ring for the aesthetic  ✦ Three club coil bracelets on two on the right arm and one on the left. Ranging from glittery silver, light blue, aqua, dark blue, navy blue etc. ✦ A silver magical heart-shaped locket with Crystal’s initials, written on the front in black cursive handwriting, with a silver chain. Every-time Crystal wants to see someone she misses or is still living out there lives, She can see them through the locket through photographic slides. (Gifted To Crystal From Alastor For Valentines Day)

➤ Work Attire:

➥ Hair Style: In a pony-tail with some of the curls falling on the sides of her face. ✦ White buttoned downed dress shirt ✦ Black leather slacks ✦ Black leather gloves ✦ Black trench coat with red roses with light green vines embroidered over the coats flaps along with dark green thorns embroidered over the cuffs of the sleeves. The backside of the coat towards the middle a green vine with roses are visible ✦ Black ankle socks ✦ Black non-heel dress shoes ✦ Black bra and panties with a little lace ✦ Aesthetically pleasing silver pocket watch with a silver chain. Numbers are written in roman numerals. ✦ Charm bracelet with the following charms: Silver Treble Clef Music Note, Golden Sun, Silver Camera, Bronze Star, and a Silver Owl ✦ A full moon necklace with one side of the pendent being silver and the other half being a midnight blue color, Making a crescent shaped moon followed by a silver chain ✦ A golden ring with a dark green butterfly crowned on top. (Gifted to Crystal from Alastor) ✦ Wooden light browned clipboard with a shiny silver clip and a dark blue tipped pen

➤ Rainy Day:

➥ Hair Style: Down and wavy ✦ Helox yellow rain jacket with a hoodie attached ✦ Black rain pants with big Velcro pockets on the thigh side of the legs ✦ Matching shiny yellow boots ✦ Black knee socks ✦ Pale yellow sports bra with a white outline ✦ Pale yellow boy shorts with a white outline ✦ A sunflower umbrella (Gifted to Crystal from Alastor) ✦ A waterproof digital watch that has white numbers and a black stainless steel strap + black genuine leather

➤ Swimming And The Beach:

➥ Hair Style: Hair up in a very high pony tail ✦ Two piece bathing suit ✦ Top piece is black with soft ruffles in front of it ✦ Bottom piece is black. The top of the bottoms is slightly see through while the further down you get it turns into solid black ✦ Black sunhat with a white bow wrapped around it ✦ Bath towel aquatic with different colors of fish ✦ Big dark blue and clear googles

➤ Sleepy Clothes:

➥ Hair Style: Messy bed head + hair down wavy ✦ Light pastel rainbow socks ✦ No bra and underwear on ✦ Soft light blue pajama pants with a white silhouette deers patterned on them ✦ White tank top with a silhouetted sonic the hedgehog with black bold text above it stating “Snooze, you lose!” ✦ Alternative to the tank top, She has a soft dark blue long sleeved pajama shirt

➤ Tis’ The Season:

➥ Hair Style: Down and wavy ✦ Ms. Clause suit complete fit ✦ Instead of a Santa’s hat she wears dark brown antlers to match her boyfriend’s already present one’s ✦ Black leather choker with ringing yellow bells around it ✦ Along with bracelets on each wrist that are made of black leather with ringing yellow bells ✦ Dark red lace bra and underwear set ✦ Black stockings with black shiny boots

➤ Fancy Soiree:

➥ Hair Style: Low braided bun with a silver hair clip holding it up with dark blue roses ingrained into it ✦ Navy blue and silver ball gown ✦ Back style are crossed straps ✦ Embellishment are Appliques, Backless, Beading, Silver Glitter, Silver Lace, Ruffle, Sequins. ✦ Hemline / Train are Floor-Length / Long ✦ Material is Tulle ✦ Neckline is Off-The-Shoulder ✦ Sleeve is short sleeved ✦ Occasion is for dancing ✦ A silver ring with a moonstone as the head (Gifted to Crystal from Alastor) ✦ A silver chained necklace with a sapphire as the pendent (Gifted to Crystal from Alastor) ✦ Two silver bangle bracelets on each wrist ✦ Navy blue push up bra with a little lace and underwear to match

➤ Social Gathering:

➥ Hair Style: Hunny bun style with a tan hair tie holding it together ✦ Outerwear trench coat masquerade coat (Gifted to Crystal from Alastor For Christmas) ✦ Red on the outside of the coat and black on the inside of the coat ✦ V neck lace shaped with three vertical shiny black buttons down the middle ✦ Black lace cuffs ✦ Black leather boots with vertical silver buttons that go across the boot ✦ Purple / black lace bra and black boy shorts with a purple bow around it ✦ Silver ring with a purple rose diamond as the head (Gifted to Crystal from Alastor) ╔═════ °• ♔ •° ═════╗

Professional Status

➥ Occupation: • Serial killer (formally) • • Lyricist and Playwright • • Overlord • • Social Media Coordinator for the Hazbin Hotel • .•° ✿ °•. .•° ✿ °•. .•° ✿ °•. .•° ✿ °•. .•° ✿ °•. .•° ✿ °•. .•° ✿ °•.

Abilities

✙ Water Creation Black Magic ➡️ She can create anything out of water and ice particles.   ✙ Weather Control ➡️ She can control the following; Rain, Snow, Hail, and Mists. She could even pin-point the location of the change in weather. Lastly she can determine how heavy or soft the weather gets. ✙ Tempature ➡️ She can control how hot or cold the liquid in question is. She could easily turn water into ice. If she evaporated the ice quickly it could leave serious burns on the opponent. ✙ Water Teleportation ➡️ Water rushes up from her feet, Covering her whole body till she arrives at her destination. ◤ Limitations: Dehydration. Lack of imagination to create. Lastly her emotions flow like water so if she is not in the right head space she could easily lose control of whatever she casts.

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Family Tree

 ♡ = Good relationship ❌= Bad relationship

♡ Deceased biological mother to Crystal & Albert; Iris ‘Chrysalis’ Lakewater ♡ Father; Hendrix ‘Quinn’ Lakewater ♡ Younger brother; Albert ‘Coy’ Lakewater ❌ Ex-husband; Jaxon ‘Draco’ White ❌ Deceased Step mother; Eva ‘Cornelia’ Paloma ❌ Deceased Step eldest sister; Eloise ‘Celeste’ Paloma ╰━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━╯ ╰━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━╯ ╰━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━╯

Afterlife Relationships

╰─▸Significant other; Alastor. ╰─▸Friends; Charlie Morningstar, Valentino, Rosie, Husk, And Niffty. ╰─▸Enemies; Vox, Velvet, Mimzy (Rival) And Sir Pentious. ╰─▸Others; Angel Dust, Cherri Bomb, Lucifer, Lilith, And Vaggie. ━━┓ ✠ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ ✠ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ ✠ ┏━━

Fun Facts

➡️ Crystal’s hands are black that enhance all the way to her elbows. ➡️ Crystal’s nail color is forever black. ➡️ Crystal has PTSD and Insomnia trauma that never fully healed. ➡️ Crystal can speak broken German due to her father being from Germany. ➡️ Crystal has a very loose Irish accent due to her deceased mother being from Ireland. ➡️ Crystal wears glasses for reading even though she doesn’t need to. She claims it’s for the aesthetic when asked. ➡️ Crystal’s favorite alcoholic beverage is an Aperol Spritz. Which Husk is always fully stocked on. ➡️ Crystal’s favorite holiday is Christmas. Crystal is always starry-eyed whenever the holiday is mentioned. Crystal has enough holiday spirit through the entire month of December. Which Charlie is always pleased to see. ➡️ Crystal’s favorite genre of music is Soft Rock. ➡️ Crystal’s least favorite genre is Heavy Metal and Dubstep. Never really got the appeal of such things. ➡️ Crystal’s favorite food is pot roast with potato’s and carrots. ➡️ Crystal’s least favorite food is anything spicy not because it tastes bad but because her mouth physically can’t handle it. Alastor had to learn that the hard way. ➡️ Crystal’s favorite movie is anything Disney. ➡️ Crystal writes poetry about Alastor but doesn’t tell him due to embarrassment. ➡️ Crystal’s favorite song is Landslide by The Chicks. Her mother would sing this song while pregnant with her. It holds a very sentiment place in her dead heart. ➡️ Crystal is not a morning person unlike Alastor. Polar opposites for sure. ➡️ Crystal either sleeps on their stomach or on their side. ➡️ Crystal doesn’t snore or make any noise while sleeping. She is a very quiet sleeper. ➡️ Crystal desperately tries to decorate Alastor’s antlers for Christmas but fails miserably. One day maybe.

#crystal lakewater #oc #hazbin hotel oc #crystal lakewater oc #hazbin hotel #crystalxalastor #cryastor #overlord #hazbin hotel overlord #hh #oc about #oc info #hazbin hotel oc info #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #writing #dark writing #aestehtic #aestehtic writing #about #about crystal #about oc #hazbin oc #finished #finished maybe?

[queenkyani]

Info below!

Full Name: Kyani “Everly Rose” Nagasaki

Nicknames: love, dove, doll face, Imōto (little sister in Japanese), Yōkai, monster, Majo ( witch in Japanese),freak, dewdrop, KK, everly-rose, Nagasaki.

Gender: female

Age: 20

Birthday: February 14th 2001

Birthplace: Kyoto Japan ( moved to New York)

Voice reference: Maki Harukawa

TMNT fandom: 2016

Sexual Orientation: bisexual

Occupation: doctor, vigilante, assassin, yakuza leader, zoologist, semiotics.

Height: 5’9

Weight: 132 IB with muscle

Hair Color: Black hair ( with grey streaks)

Hair Type: Long wavy

Eye Color: lavender purple

Skin Color: Asian tan

Nationality: Haafu ( half Japanese/ half Indian)

Species(Human/Mutant/Alien etc): human/ kitsune

Powers yes/no: Yes

Likes: dancing, painting, turtles, bunnies, jewelry, singing lullabies, Japanese soups, her friends, green tea, Clothes

Dislikes: people hurting her family, being held back, her traumatic experiences.

Habits: has a habit of singing in public.

Fears: Losing her true family, feeling like she’s useless as a person, loses control of her powers, feeling like she is a disgrace and a disappointment to her family ( from her abused uncle)

Family:

Rezuko ( Father): deceased

Yukina ( Mother): deceased

Yoichi : (biological brother)

Melania: (biological sister)

Hideo: (biological brother)

Shota: (biological brother )

Renzyll: (biological sister)

Masumi: (biological sister)

Leonardo( adoptive brother)

Donatello( adoptive brother)

Raphael( adoptive brother)

Michelangelo ( adoptive brother)

Sensei Splinter ( adoptive father)

Maedene (sister-in-law ): deceased

Miyuki: Niece

Mika Cove: friend/ ex-girlfriend

Yurika and Vince Saki ( cousins/ shredder’s children)

Simon: childhood friend/ lover/ fiancé/ husband

Kieran, Sabastian, and Melody van Helsing: Simon and Kyani’s kids (future AU)

*Little sister of the turtles* 


Very skilled martial arts and weapons. ( even knows pressure points). 
Knows how to hack into systems ( same things that Donnie would do) 
 Was taught at a young age. ( by both of her parents).


Her weapon of choice is unknown considering the fact she knows how to use all of the weapons. But if she were to choose, it would be her mother’s Katana and her ring blades.


Power: Telekinesis: Kyani has the ability to use different types of psionic and cosmic energy( think of scarlet witch for instance)


 Strengths: can strengthen into different kinds of Telekinetic phases throughout a certain time. She can hallucinate her targets fears and dark secrets, she is able to moves objects, she is able to read minds, levitate, create illusions, heal, and possess. 


Weaknesses: will lose a lot of energy. Too much of it can be life-threatening. The amount of power she uses the more energy she loses. Will have to get a certain amount to gain back her energy ( example: If she loses 20% she will have to gain that percent back). 


Backstory:

Kyani was a happy and cheerful little girl that cared so much for things. But soon things changed when in the year 2007 the foot Clan broke into her home and killed her parents in front of her. She was five at the time. Her Uncle took little Kyani to his foot clan lair where she was mentally, physically, and emotionally abused by her uncle and the foot-clans. She met a nice friendly neighborhood foot-clan named “Viper” as well as a young boy named Simon Van Helsing and was the only two friends that she ever had. They were always there for her when she needed a shoulder to cry on.

For Simon she saved him from death once begging her Uncle to let him live which he let and put him in the higher rank. She would often sneak out just to be with Simon and soon their love grew for each other.

In the year 2013 “Viper” helped her escape at the age of 11 and hid around japan. When she was old enough she moved to New York City where she went to school to become a Doctor and have a doctorate degree. In the city, she met April O’Neil, a news reporter, and became close friends. She would come by her work and bring the sugar cookies that she baked. Soon or later down the road, she meets the turtles Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, and Michelangelo one night on one of their missions. She was being attacked by a bunch of thugs where she lost consciousness and slowly blacked out. But she saw Four big turtles that saved her life. Donatello finds out that she was somehow related to them, but couldn’t understand how. He told the rest of the gang that she was related to them which brought out a confusion.

But they took her to the lair because she was badly hurt and needed to be fixed up. April comes in shock to find kyani in the needle room and asks what happened to her. The turtles were confused; they asked how she knew her and April answered that she was a close friend. When she also found out that kyani was related to them she too was shocked but encouraged them to give her a chance and to get to know each other.

Best friend: Mika Cove

Romantic Interest: Simon Van Helsing ( my OC)

Allies: Splinter, Leo, Raph, Mikey, Donnie, chief Vincent, Simon, April, Casey, Yoichi , Melania, Haruto, Shota, Renzyll, Masumi, Mika, Vern, Yurika, Vince, Zurie Rose etc.

Enemies: the foot clans, her uncle, Bebop and Rocksteady.

Personally: Very kind, sweet, loving, wise, intelligent, loyal, understanding. Has a heart, will help people.

Fun facts:

1) took dancing classes

2) She would go to the beach and swim with sea turtles

3) owns a motorcycle

4) listens to Rock music ( New Years Day,BabyMetal, Bad Wolves, Creed, Cryoshell, Evanescence, Get sacred, LINKIN PARK, Stitched up Heart,etc) K-pop, Hip hop, R&B, and J-pop.

5. was once a Pastel Goth but grew out of it.

6. was in a rock band called “The Mutants” ( the lead singer)

7. owns different kinds of turtles, has a Phoenix bird.

8. Keeps a lot of charms and crystals in her room

9. Loves to cook and bake

10. has a spell book that she wrote herself

11. Draws during her free-time

12. Trains A LOT

13. Is not a morning person

14. Has some tattoos

15. can speake many different languages

16. Tends to get sick easily

17. Born in a royal family

18. Owns a lot of stores and businesses ( from her parents)

19. Owns a dojo in Chinatown ( everyone either calls her  Sensei Khan, Sensei Kyani, sensei, Everly rose, or Sensei Nagasaki)

20. Weirdly enough she collects sex toys. (Sorry for the TMI) she just thinks that some of them are unique. She doesn’t used them, she just buys them. That’s why no one is allowed in her room ( the last time Leo went in her room he almost had a heart attack) 

#tmnt 2016 #tmnt fanart #bayverse turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt bayverse #tmnt oc #tmnt out of the shadows #tmnt #tmnt 2014 #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raphael #april o'neil tmnt #tmnt splinter #tmnt casey jones #tmnt 2k14 #tmnt 2k16

[mad4india1]

This Zero-Waste Clothing Line Is Redefining Fashion With Bihar’s Traditional Arts & Changing The Notion Of Bihar

You’ve probably heard “Bihar” has the highest rates of poverty or illiteracy in the country. Biharis” have a negative reputation for being quick to anger, and slovenly in general. And when it comes to the state’s traditional arts or culture, only one or two are well-known.

Have you ever thought about why “Bihari” is used as a slang word? More or less, it’s because we are too uninterested in discovering and understanding how great this state is. Bihar is where some of the greatest thinkers of all time lived. It is also where Buddhism, the world’s most famous faith, began.

She Is The Change We All Need

Suave Sumati Jalan Sumati Jalan just like many others left her home state, Bihar to attend college in another state. She earned degrees in law, languages and literature, and mass communication. But with endless adventures and experiences came a shocking reality knocking at her door. She confronted the discrimination that inhabitants of her native state experienced due to their origin as Bihar natives.

It’s not a secret that the majority of the world has a negative impression of Biharis. Actually, we all have preconceived notions about what a Bihari should be like, and Sumanti often was surprised to hear the prejudices people had for Biharis. Instead of pushing these judgy comments aside she took them to her heart and decided to challenge all the prejudices she could.

The Patna native, who is now 43 years old, sometimes even got offended by the way her home state was portrayed when she was younger. Sumati gave genuine consideration to ideas that most people treated casually or as a joke. She knew, what a wonders her home state was but she also realised that a very little part of it is served to the nation.

Traditional Arts – Were Her Muse

To change how people think about her state she decided to use traditional arts as her ladder. She realised that to change how people think about Bihar she need to think about how people see it.

She was introduced to art from an early age. Dewan Bahadur RK Jalan, her great-grandfather, amassed an extensive global collection of antiquities. These works of art were formerly prized possessions of Indian, European, Chinese, Turkish, Tibetan, and African emperors, monarchs, and nobles.

There are still priceless works of art, including manuscripts, papers, linens, bone china, and even weaponry proudly displays the collection in Sumati’s family home, the Quila House

After travelling to different states for education and jobs she finally decided to settle in her home state Bihar in 2018. At the time she didn’t really have anything planned, so she just started talking to the weavers who came into town to sell their handloom goods.

She made an effort to learn about their process and their challenges. The majority of the weavers she spoke with expressed concern that the next generation would not carry on the family business as they were leaving the state for the metropolis, where they find better employment.

Their accounts inspired her to bring back Bihar’s traditional arts like weaving and embroidery techniques. In 2020, she launched her clothing brand, Bihart, which she describes as an effort to debunk myths about her culturally rich home state. She started a brand which proudly flaunts the Bihari identity using traditional arts of the state.

Bihart – The Change

Bihar has a rich cultural heritage, yet very few people are aware of its handicrafts, only Bhagalpuri Tussar silk weaves and Madhubani paintings were the traditional arts that could find the spotlight. Traditional arts like Sujani, Manjusha, and Sikki, as well as weaves like extra weft, chingari, fishnet, and jharna have gone endangered.

With Bihart, Sumati creates contemporary designs using traditional arts, such as mulberry silk sarees, kurtis, crop tops, tote bags using appliqué figures, handmade Sujani dolls, and extra weft cushions.

She also claims that our perceptions of luxury are flawed. The term “luxury” is now often used to indicate “expensive.” Historically, luxury meant investing in durable, high-quality items. Everything from scent to furnishings to clothes has been affected by this.

In the luxury market, there is no longer any relationship between price and quality. “When I shop,” she continues, “I always try to figure out why something is so darn expensive.”

She wishes to bring back all artisans home, and with Biharat she wishes to provide each Bihari employment and change the notion of luxury with a brand tag, Keeping her vision clear she is hitting two birds with one stone.

At Bihart everything is done by the locals, from spinning the yarn to having the fabric handwoven to teaching the weavers and commissioning the original designs for each garment. This way she is not only giving a very crisp experience with handmade items but also is generating ample amount of employment for natives of Bihar.

Bihart’s most popular traditional arts products are mulberry silk sarees, extra-weft shirts, silk extra-weft cushions, and recycled crop tops. When it comes to garbage, Bihart doesn’t generate any. She explains that a Khadi crop top is designed using embroidered fabric remnants.

Bihart, which was started in 2020, makes Rs 1.5 lakh monthly. Goa, Bangalore, Delhi, Udaipur Rishikesh among others are some of the places where Bihart has walk-in shops.

Through Bihart, Sumati works closely with local weavers and crafters. She has a network of 12 weavers and 18 artisans, along with 15 full-time employees.

Sumati did face difficulties in seeking to enhance the skill level of these artisans but she shares it is critical to teach them how to evolve better. Bulls, kalash (pots), cows, and lotuses are among their most prevalent themes. Sumati also helps them with unique geometric designs.

A Glimpse Of A New World

She had ample free time to dedicate herself entirely to Bihart, and she had a vision for busting stereotypes. She had enough spare money and time from her teaching profession to make ends meet. Although founding Bihart was not a well-planned decision, things worked out wonderfully for her. She continues, “I never thought I’d make a brand, have a team, or take on traditional arts so seriously.”

Sumati considers Bihart to be a success since it achieves the objectives she set out to achieve when she originally started it. Her customers come from places such as Delhi, Pune, Bengaluru, and Mumbai, to name a few.

Her vision was to train Bihar in achieving good employment in the state itself while promoting the traditional art forms of the state and letting the world see what great magics the land has and indeed she seems to find great success in her tries.

#traditional arts #mad4india

[renatedagmarmilada]

to give ourselves status-

BAILEY THE (FAMOUS) PAINT DID!

Bailey did, (automatic answerer from the lab) 17.7.06…in this phase out by the lab.. “I used lots of bits and pieces from your paintings!” why? what is the point, your life is so far removed from that of a refugee from eastern europe, what relevance has my rambling through our poor lives got to you and your work?...you who have and always have had everything, allowing to bad scientists to destroy all honour in art… whether this is a science trial ‘like never before or not’.. taking from the very poorest and most vulnerable, giving to the rich who already have, the lab St Barths to ensure there would be no advancement for us and especially me, their worst victim, which might uncover what they are up to secretly.. Anna, its boss cum sex worker, being a ‘ruthless killer’ as well as the sex buddy of half the Health Ministry and its Ministers and Civil Servants..(this is a quote) who has kept our family on monitor per satelite—a prison without walls which can be seen, has given copies of all my paintings to a number of painters to take out symbols (why would a painter take an east europeans symbols, surely these are meaningless to their work, but anyway, we all know the magpie brits, who being cleaned to the bone by the Pakistanis now take their revenge on helpless east europeans they poached over here to work, and who never go ANYTHING  from them) As I had always painted from before I could remember and my school reports showed this constantly, my certificates, first, second and third in Scunthorpe town arts and crafts etc etc Anna wanted to block that route. At Psalter Lane, Sheffield art college she had over used my art Lecturer Colin (they do this often, it usually results in suicide, as with Barry a fellow student, as they push their brain energy too far, they call it manslaugher, even though they know what they are doing) Colin had been pushed academicaly by them as well then committed suicide. They admit it privately but not publicly. All are ‘medical deaths.’ The main reason is that the Deputy Head of Grimsby School of art, Mr Tartalynne and many others had repeated time and again I would become a minor artist of Britain, minor only because I had begun my art work at such a late age. The lab had to cover itself, the best way was to reuse my work constantly, for this several of their designers were given all my work—all of it and some fine artists, including Bailey. I am ashamed for Bailey that he needs to deal with such scum as Human Research of that nature and such low murderers and cheats. I had had finer thoughts on the artists of England. Since the phase-out began in 1991, many sketch books have been stolen from my house. Most of my work deals with our lives, deported to the West, camps, orphanages, deaths of other children from my refugee past.. Bailey used my earlier work it seems! most of which has disappeared out of my house by their protected pilferers, as indeed have my poetry books disappeared out of the houses of all my family in Britain… earlier the lab had had stolen the only doll I ever possessed, sent to me to Germany at my Home by my mother in England. The brutal lab sold it as it was a pot doll. quote’we torture as we fleece them’..there was a question about ‘sensing’ in the medical journal, it is allowed medically but not all night every night as we do, using it to torture you quote : we hoped to destroy your brain. If you have any mental problems later, it is our fault. They continue with this torture still to date as it is invisible and proving it is nearly impossible especially in a country like England which has no law. Even the Princess Di was used on it, including the dreams they put over on their evil machine..sorry, it is not the machine which is evil, it is the people running it…uneducated operatives, mainly Asians and nasty women who normally bully Mental Patients who are anyway never believed by even their families.

The British Way!

The Indian sermi-literate operative Health Worker at the lab now called a ‘specialist’ (as indeed were the S.S. and S.A. only no identifications on these beasts) For God’s sake, if you are english, don’t let your old aunt into a hospital or mental home, they might come in for Research treatment and no one will ever question how they suffered.

’’I pissed about on the wording of your poetry to sites, to make you seem stupid, and transferred your work onto my email to use for myself after you leave England again. I just change it a little, I have already had success with your work. Wiped a lot off your poetry folders on your machine (all my emails go through the lab. as many leaders can testify who were imprisoned by the Brits, including my Headmistress daughter’s inlaws, cousins of Feroz Gandhi,whose ancient, old aunties were often trucked off into British army prisons on the spot for no reason except the will of the Raj, british prisons leave not one facet alive. After robbing you and blocking your internet for several weeks now, I have taken out five hundred pounds from your bank account from your savings from your basic state pension.. Qualify? You should spend it all, our asian women do, they spend and spend. You east europeans are too frugal. They have to qualify everything!

Evidently the lab St Barths Human Research are well known for this method, theirs call it having your stripes stripped and other such .. you are supposed to make light of it, whilst others all bully and kick at you!

To begin with I want to relate before I forget, as I sat teaching three lovely children with a chinese father and beautiful english mother in Dove Road, Beckton in East London near my former home, as Human Research tensed and stressed me (?) they put on microsound, ’’this is to teach the Prince and Princess.’’ (the schools of the Royals are so bad?) Recently I discovered that they considered it a lesson in sexual awareness for the Royals. What sexual awareness, I was born in 1945, married young, stayed with my husband whom I loved and still love to death for twenty five years, till the human research lab separated us, as they did the Royals etc (I quote :’The Prince is suffering’) and cannot marry again whilst I have a living spouse on this earth being a Roman Catholic..and am celibate – hence they began the loopholes for Lords I suppose, which in reality is syphoning bank accounts, as the L.A. designer of this programme had told them to turn us into beggars. At each robbery and crime they would put over somehow : ‘we are doing this for the Queen.’ even as I stood at Queen’s Market shopping, their Stani women would run up and shout it, or in East Ham, as they sent a child up which shouted, ‘we have stolen your paintings, – it is for the Queen.’ Well guys, I have to tell you, I didn’t believe it, my mum is a Royalist to the core, though she can at times be corny about them but that is just fond Hungarian humour and I have no feelings either way, live and let live, but live off your own money is my view, not public taxes, that is all. In our own countries both Grandmother and Grandfather were Aristocratic Family House Servants and they certainly didn’t treat us like that, as my Austrian gt grandfather died young, his daughter became Lady’s maid in a nearby aristocratic house, and the Hungarians have been in service for donkey’s years. I still find this hard to believe as Anna, lab bossess repeated this very same thing this morning after a night of really bad sensing and: you are on the extinction list. Oh well, so much for Hitler! It is only over the years I discovered that it is a massive trial of testing their elbow, one of those american things, but using all of Britain for it this time, with a promise of protection and funds. Had I known then what price the sweet lady was to pay for this lesson in science’s latest crimes, I might have thought differently, but you know, I just wanted to get on with my life and madmen often disappear. These are not to disappear though after two decades,  yet.. You have all read how in the past, Universities were used to destroy people. The Brits are also masters at this one, as in all other evil. How do they do it? I will explain as they have done it to me. They do it as they run the country, no one cut my cheek, or called me names, when the british destroy you, they are never seen to do anything and all appears honkey dorey, you are outwardly treated as all others, whilst knowing what they are doing..That eases their conscience and ensures future problems will be at a minimum. Your B.A. marks are cut or failed. On my B.A. they couldn’t fail me as I am a German mother tongue speaker, so they devised this one, twenty percent off all marks as a ‘punishment for being a mother tongue speaker’. Remember they are supposed to qualify all their crimes… (they had persuaded me to take this subject against my wishes, as they had no one on that course.) The mark taking-off is carefully done..Your external examiners also have a number of tricks up their sleeves, you are always last on turn, so that you have the worst nerves. Audio’s are unclear and messed up..one of mine I remember, instead of German exercises it said in English, ‘I (Doctor Meyer of Human Research ) started having sex at thirteen!’..then ofcourse when your Lecturer listens, if you were to complain, he hears nothing but what he should hear. Fetching Harvard in ’’to help’’ a disfunctioning person, to whom they send a weird file of their own which includes Bank Numbers as well as telephone numbers and all postal addresses you happen to use..as well as their own lecherous ideas..to push you down. An old jewish professor in this case, not told I was anyway tri-lingual since childhood. He believed them at first then I think realised and did what all others called in do, ‘go my dear, as far as you can, these trials happen every so often by all countries but this is a particularly nasty one.’ The tricks are endless, I could write books on my university trick time. They fetch in certain University lecturers ‘to help’ them. These guys are instructed to mark you for what you have not done, not what you have achieved and for this receive all sorts of goodies, in my case, a Tyne Tees guy (“solitary confinement in the worst prison available is better than what they do to you.”)and an Oxford guy, would be lover of bossess.. then they carefully counted it all up so that I should get one mark below a first…Everyone else got Firsts, though none have my level of German. It was not the English department as they all gave me seventies and eighties. Peter, a former Cambridge man constantly made snidy comments about my work, like when I wrote about the east German constitution : who’s the Red then!. For crying out loud, I was only writing about it. When some Bavarian Students came I was chatting twenty to the dozen with them (my accent too) Peter came in and said : ‘You needn’t think her German is good!’ The Bavarians all looked at each other amazed, then my partner shrugged, he’s picking on you because you have a bavarian accent. It’s not unusual. I have to be honest and tell you, I only had one year german schools before coming to England so my german was from the Austrian of my mother which we used in the home. If you go to complain at the Union you are sharply told the only complaints permitted are against sexual harrasement, and man, you try to prove that one if you can! In one lesson there were three of us, a Dane, a lecturer from the same Uni, and myself, I gave an answer and then they followed. They marked me exactly half of what the others got…for instance. During all lectures the lab left microsound running, the lab’s defilement programme, so that had I nerves I would have gone crackers, that means that interspersed into the lectures I heard the lab’s sexual filth (microsound uses the sound waves and replaces what is being said by what is put onto the computer..B.B.C.) but Barking’s East London Uni was my third University and I was wise to Human Research games. They killed the first man I trained under with ‘over use’ at Sheffield’s Psalter Lane Art College. It is called manslaughter…Left the second Sheffield’s B.E’d after terrifying me in the grounds and lessons after two years. I was determined to get through this time and I had the measure of this crazed gang of lecherous evil crack pots. Herself, Anna the bossess, then gave out the dictate, ’’fail all else regardless, no more education’’ and they did!! They told me over the tv, they interrupt transmissions constantly, but they did..you have gained a second in your German M.A. at Birkdale in Russel Square (and the tricks they pulled in this one are beyond believing) but every time I rang up, the office said Fail..The lab have since said that they asked a vice chairman if they were allowed to experiment. No questions were asked, least of all if they were changing marks. While you are studying they make it into some kind of hell, believe me, in every kind of small way.. and the lab enjoys hell-making of helpless people, that is their particular bend, the helpless, who are their own citizens? Or ’’you gained seventy percent’’ that was Institute of Linguists..but ring up and its a fail…The bossess bit-h again rings vice chairman, gives them her professional ha ha ha standing, and then sweetly adds ’’we wish to carry out an experiment and hope you will play ball’’ It always works in England. The men at the top are all for theft, murder and cheating it would appear. They did it at every bank I was in and as the Germans helped them, they have done the same..then in China the Brits stepped in and took of ten thousand Yuan from my account too, same thing. Two weeks ago, this goes in constant repeats, again they have taken five hundred out from my saved pension. Just because they messed with us and owed us a mass of Compensation WE DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT. Such is english Fair-play. They are giving many of theirs brain-boosts and hope to give it to all of them saying: we will leave the wimps behind us. The wimps are those who are saying what is going on and this should have proper rules to govern its use. Russia knows some of the technology but not all. Human Research has recorded from their intervention into that country that the Chinese are scared, so we have nothing to fear. Some one at the top in America has told them to silence me.

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im still not over it

i wish i could talk to 12 yr old me about alice glass rn bc no one shares the fascination bc no one in my age bracket listened to crystal castles when we were in elementary school bc their older sisters didnt rave they did cheer. i was listening to their timeless works of art (3) before i started bleeding for the first time i dont know if ill ever get over crystal castles fissuring and crashing and drilling itself into the ground ~ seemingly silently (myb furs time ever cc silence) bc it didnt look like people were that shocked by what happened, n even still, were not supportive of alice glass. its not like i even listen to them all the time just sometimes when im feeling ecstasy in my brain and throat and hands. but then i do n i get taken back to domestic violence and failed therapy of indian families thruout childhood but then my brain goes back to nostalgia of hearing her horrifying music for the first time and being so so pleased that it was possible , but then hops to the trajectory of her life and inflection point at 14, he inflicted so much harm on her,his teammate...while they were experiencing mutual success for so long .. the skins episode... an extremely horrific and singular situation how could i not be fascinated and i learned about it young and then i had homework and sports and uni to do so it just kept simmering in the back, my sister left home n became an adult way before the thought formed to talk to her about alice glass and the other one. n now my sister has a job and a finnish husband on a orchard so she has no need to talk to me about alice glass and the situation. n now its coming back to me bc i been making the things im making in my childhood ish bedroom, but i didnt have a bedroom bc everyone slept in different rooms every night bc mom and dad didnt sleep together so the foundation and assignments were rocky or nonexistent anyways. did anyone even talk about it or sense it back then when they were peak or was i too young(this feels like c op out) to be involved in or reading the online chatter. seems like reddit sides w claud*o n how much did he really have to pay alice? n the whole playback royalties gutting her .. predictability smelling fishy to meeeee~ can someone anyone pls .., am i crazy for being stuck. on this? i dont even like the music its literally part of my child self and all the questions i had n never followed up on are still questions that no one seemingly cared to ask either which is wild bc its been 13 years!!!!!!!! why is her if looking like knock off dolls kill? we let her down. we all let her down

[fukdiplomacyphoenyxedtruth]

Part 3 Authenticity is never Easy

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[cloverrover]

In The Dark of The Night

AN: I had this idea ages ago when I went to an EDM club and #thotsquad approved lol

Warnings: possessiveness, as if that's a warning lol

WC: 1.1k

Smoothing down the crease that didn’t exist on the corset belt, you look at yourself in the mirror, almost surprised you managed to doll yourself up this much.

You had managed to get Katy and Shangqi to agree to a club rather than karaoke. Meaning you finally had a chance to wear the newest corset belt you had bought. An accident on Amazon left you with a belt, that you didn’t pay for, that ended up in your mailbox. But you weren’t going to turn it down, especially after you drunkenly discovered how it looks with a specific green dress that was gifted to you.

Paired with your Doc Marten’s you’d also been gifted by your parents, and you were looking like a dream. You had managed to get both Katy AND Shangqi to agree to going to an actual club instead of going to karaoke, and who were you to deny looking spicier than normal.

Maybe you wanted to finally catch a specific eye, maybe not, you weren’t going to deny the world of seeing you all dolled up and having fun for once since the blip. So when you had convinced both Katy and Shangqi to go out, and not to karaoke, you jumped at the chance to be all dolled up.

The place you had told them to meet you at, was in Downtown, which meant you had needed to Uber there. Plus Shangqi promised to buy your drinks tonight so you could splurge on the Uber instead of meeting up with Katy. So you got to surprise the two of them when you walked in. When you walked in, you saw the duo at the bar already ordering shots.

While you were busy hugging Katy and complimenting her, you didn’t see the stare the man beside her was giving you. Dressed in a green t-shirt dress with white thigh high heels and a matching corset belt, and he was ready to do all kinds of things to even have the chance, to dance with you.

He knew you were beautiful, but he hadn’t had the chance to see you dressed to the nines in so long he’d forgotten how nice it is to see. While he preferred you only wore mascara when you wore makeup, he wasn’t dumb enough to not acknowledge that your look tonight was beyond on fleek. A smokey green eye with hints of a gold glitter, lined with black eyeliner, and he was a goner.

But what he really saw that had him ready to commit at least 4 felonies, was the unbridled happiness he say in your eyes. You weren’t worried about your job, or the blip, or even the big ass gold Iron Giant in some Indian sea. He hadn’t seen this look in your eyes in a long time and he was ready to give up everything if it meant you’d keep that look. That didn’t stop him from wanting to rip you off the guy you were dancing with though. You were his. Not that you had been made aware of that yet, but you were. Everyone knew that.

Right?

Katy, Wong, Scott, even Happy knew. And well if Happy knew, then you would’ve too. In theory.

You were too busy pretending the hands that were wandering your was it were someone else’s to even realize he was being pulled off you until it was too late and Shangqi was giving the guy a look that would make even Odin himself proud. All you felt was cold air and anger.

“The fuck is your problem man? Can’t you see we’re dancing?”

“Were. You were dancing and now you’re not.” Shangqi isn’t even looking at the guy, only staring into your soul and you suddenly see why he’s being like this.

Shangqi knows the second you connect the dots with his behavior. His body flushes warm and he wants to smile, but the guy is still there trying to dance with you. You’re not looking at him either, but grinning like a Cheshire cat and he knows he’s a goner.

“Thanks for the attempt at dancing Mark.”

“Matt-”

“But as you can see I’m supposed to be dancing with my friend over here.”

You threw so much anger and discontent when you used friend, everyone around you can tell but that only caused Shangqi to smirk himself. Like a new person was coming to the front and the more reserved man you knew him to be was shrinking in. You’re not sure how much time had passed, it felt like an eternity, before he finally grabbed your hand.

Expecting him to pull you towards him, chest to chest, you were shocked, to say the least, when instead he spun you around and nearly body slammed you back against him. One hand gripping your hip so tight you know you’ll find a bruise, and his other arm wrapping tightly around your waist, you find yourself feeling an influx of emotion.

Shock, anger, happiness, horniness, and content all within 3 seconds. With his arms still in place, you lift both of yours up behind his head, and hold him tight while tilting you head to the left. Shangqi takes the invite to start littering your neck with butterfly kisses, like he’s nervous suddenly, that you’re going to leave. For a minute you both forgot you were in a club, dancing to the music, and instead got lost in the feeling of finally.

For you, the pining you’d been doing for years had finally gotten somewhere. All it took was a corset belt with a dress, and dancing with another guy.

For Shangqi, it was finally accepting that he does want you, no regardless of the kind of life he’s going to be leading as an Avenger now.

“Just because you couldn’t admit your feelings earlier, doesn’t mean the rest of us want to be able to tell you children we witnessed the exact moment they were conceived.”

Katy’s words pull you out of your bubble, Shangqi buries his head into you neck with embarrassment while you’re just laughing at him. He’s got both arms wrapped around you now, pulled back into him more and you’re moving yours down to hold his hands as best as you can.

“Katy I’d rather tell our kids how long it took him to do something than their conception. No one needs to hear that.”

“No one needs to see that either.”

“Then I guess,” you move out of his embrace, hand holding tightly to one of his while you lead him away, “we’ll be leaving early. Bye guys!”

Without a look back at the group, the two of you make your way to the door.

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