Resources For Writing Deaf, Mute, or Blind Characters
Despite the fact that I am not deaf, mute, or blind myself, one of the most common questions I receive is how to portray characters with these disabilities in fiction.
As such, I’ve compiled the resources I’ve accumulated (from real life deaf, mute, or blind people) into a handy masterlist.
Deaf Characters:
Deaf characters masterpost
Deaf dialogue thread
Dialogue with signing characters (also applies to mute characters.)
A deaf author’s advice on deaf characters
Dialogue between deaf characters
Mute Characters
Life as a Mute
My Silent Summer: Life as a Mute
What It’s Like Being Mute
21 People Reveal What It’s Really Like To Be Mute
I am a 20 year old Mute, ask me anything at all!
Blind Characters:
The 33 Worst Mistakes Writers Make About Blind Characters.
@referenceforwriters masterpost of resources for writing/playing blind characters.
The youtube channel of the wonderful Tommy Edison, a man blind from birth with great insight into the depiction of blind people and their lives.
An Absolute Write thread on the depiction of blind characters, with lots of different viewpoints and some great tips.
And finally, this short, handy masterpost of resources for writing blind characters.
Characters Who Are Blind in One Eye
4 Ways Life Looks Shockingly Different With One Eye
Learning to Live With One Eye
Adapting to the Loss of an Eye
Adapting to Eye Loss and Monocular Vision
Monocular Depth Perception
Deaf-Blind Characters
What Is It Like To Be Deafblind?
Going Deaf and Blind in a City of Noise and Lights
Deaf and Blind by 30
Sarita is Blind, Deaf, and Employed (video)
Born Deaf and Blind, This Eritrean American Graduated Harvard Law School (video)
A Day of a Deaf Blind Person
Lesser Known Things About Being Deafblind
How the Deaf-Blind Communicate
Early Interactions With Children Who Are Deaf-Blind
Raising a DeafBlind Baby
If you have any more resources to add, let me know! I’ll be adding to this post as I find more resources.
"love, no... don't go," nanami rasped, voice low still laced with sleep. his breath tickled the back of your neck as he spoke. the hold of his hand around your waist was somehow tighter, even after when you thought you're both were as close as you physically could.
"let me gooo, i wanted to make my coffee," you whined softly, the tone made it apparent that you couldn't hold a smile at the sight of your usual collected man being so clingy. provoking hin further, you once more tried to release the grasp of his hand on your stomach. the man responded with a disapproving grunt, the vibration from his lips against your skin made you shiver.
"stay, please. i'll make it for you later," he pleaded, trailing lazy kisses along your shoulder blade in hope to get you stay in bed, going as far as bringing his leg over both of yours, practically keeping you in his embrace. you chuckled.
"but i want it now," you replied, yet despite those words you couldn't help but put your hand on his cheek, seeing how the blond nuzzled closer to it, chasing the contact like a cat basking under the attention.
"not yet," he murmured, doubling down by gently turning you over, bringing you closer as you rested your head on his chest. you caved under his relentless touch, both his arms folded snugly behind your back. nanami wore a satisfied smile, like he just achieved something great. "i need another hour of this. of you."
"didn't know i'll be held hostage in some mornings when i went into this marriage," you teased, the comfort of his warm hug made you abandon the scheme you never planned to follow through. your fingers made their way to draw random patterns on the navy shirt he was wearing.
he caught your digits, planting a soft kiss at the back of your hand, "and you promised to accept me as i am in your vow, so i'm afraid you'll have to put up with this for the rest of your life."
warnings: heavy religious themes (specifically southern baptist), sacrilige, quoting of bible verses, pastor/preacher nanami, infidelity/adultery, m!masturbation, 18+ mdni.
a/n: very different from my normal stuff, a little bit of me finally deciding to explore some religious trauma. big thank you to @heaveninruins for going back and forth and inspiring me with this & @motel6killer for reading over everything.
Preacher Kento never knew the beauties of the world outside his hometown.
His little one-stoplight town was all he'd ever been exposed to, the familiar faces day in and day out, no time or need for anything but his community, serving as the local church's preacher. Kento Nanami was a good man, outside of that. A husband, a father, the most godly man within the square mile. Married to a woman in the church, his high school sweetheart, everything said and done just as God had intended for him.
Kento Nanami's life was just as God intended.
And through the wooden doors of his church, temptation personified walked through. Simply breathtaking, no one could deny it, the forbidden fruit Satan had bestowed upon the earth.
You.
You, in nothing but a pure white dress down to just above your knees, collarbone shallowly peeking out, more immodesty than the entirety of his disciples combined. He'd taken in your appearance, surprised you hadn't burst into flames by simply walking in.
He saw the stares from others during the service, the side eyes and eyebrow raises. You were something the members of his church had never been exposed to, from far away, almost an alien. You sat next to your grandmother, locking eyes with him from one of the back rows of pews.
No true woman of God would dare tempt a man such as him in this way.
Yet, as ungodly he'd made you in his head, you sat through his service with your ankles crossed, a nod every now and again, polite look on your face. Not a step out of line as he began reading from the holy script, unbothered by the verses he was sure you didn't understand.
"…and, before we do the final prayer for the day, I want y'all to open to John, chapter 2, verse 16. It says, 'for all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride is of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world.'" Nanami speaks the verse with conviction, utter confidence, looking up from his bible to stare you straight in the eye. He continues, "And the next verse, 'And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.'"
You nod along with his words, mumbling a low, 'Amen' under your breath. From the front row, his wife, a real woman of God, nods as well, fully believing in everything her husband says. Ignorantly accepting that her husband would never fall victim to any temptation, that no lust could cloud his mind.
"Life presents challenges to us every day in the form of temptation, but we must remember to never fall for it, for those temptations are never what God wants for us to follow."
And, though he may outwardly condemn those who stare, who choose lust over following the word of God;
Kento Nanami was no better than a lowly sinner himself.
After his sermon, after the rest of the members of his church had filed out, his wife home with their beautiful, plentiful children—everything is empty. His study is illuminated by nothing but an old lamp on his desk, with a ballpoint pen in hand, though no ink graces the paper to prepare for his sermon on Wednesday night.
Your face does not leave his mind. It stays in his brain, stagnant, and he attempts to will himself to think about other things. His mind should not wonder what is beneath your dress, what the pure cotton covered earlier in the day.
After all, no authentic man of God would ever think in that way, right?
And yet, he cannot will away the bulge that grows beneath his slacks, despite trying to punish his mind into thinking of other things. He almost does not understand what is happening to him, as much as it pains him to admit, not even his wife had made him feel so intensely in such a way.
Out of sheer memory, he tries to remember the word of the Father, of everything he'd preached earlier that day—do not fall to temptation, do not fall to lust. But the feeling does not go away, it remains and grows stronger, overtakes his thought process. Everything becomes so intense he cannot stop himself from snaking a hand down to palm himself through his pants, a deep sigh as he sits back in his desk chair.
Nanami knows he should not do this, for it is giving into the desires of the world that had been pushed upon him, something that was unwelcome in his life. He's known since he was a boy that masturbation was a sin, that pleasure was defying God in the worst manner.
But his button pops open, and the zipper of his slacks comes undone, undergarments pushed down, allowing his length to spring free of it's confines. Air is sucked through his teeth when he wraps a warm hand around his cock, ashamed at the amount of clear precum that leaks from the slit. His hips jump when he strokes once, and then twice, pleasure coursing through his veins immediately.
May God forgive him, he never knew sinning could feel so good. However, guilt begins to override the temporary pleasure he feels, verses and verses of scripture running through his mind—but the thought of you overpowers it all.
An obscene image of you pops in his mind, one where you're in his bed, no white dress to cover anything, completely bare. One where he does not do the godly thing to procreate, but rather take you for his pleasure; raw, adulterated, fucking—for lack of a better word.
"Jesus—," Kento begins, slapping his free hand over his mouth to prevent anymore blasphemous words from slipping out. He allows a singular loud moan to grumble from his throat into the palm of his hand, muffled, kept away from the Lord, he hopes.
In an instant, the most godly man in town, the man who was appointed to teach and spread the word of God, the man who follows each and every command of the Lord above—turned into nothing but a filthy sinner, fallen to the lust his mind had curated, the temptation that had been placed in front of him.
Even with such a realization, Nanami doesn't stop—his body will not let him. His rough palm smears the slick of his precum all over his shaft, beginning to glide up and down easier, faster, stroking with a rhythm that makes his toes curl in his dress shoes. His wedding band, a ring forever on his finger as a sign of Holy Matrimony, slides against his veins, the cool metal against his warm cock a reminder of his adulterous thoughts. Nothing in his life has ever brought him so much pleasure, he simply cannot understand how amazing it feels to disobey the rules of his religion.
But put on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make no provision for the flesh, to gratify its desires.
The voice in his head speaks to him, a verse embedded into his soul, and yet it does nothing to stop him, he can only feel himself pushing closer to that edge. He feels it in his chest, his heart, though he knows how wrong it is. White-hot pleasure begins to course over his body, a balloon about to pop, growing and growing until he finally topples over that edge.
Thick ropes of cum burst from him, covering his hands, his desk, the papers with chapters and verses written all over. The pleasure of his release quickly fades as he realizes just what he's done, staring down at the mess in his lap, eyes going wide. His palms are wiped on the material of his slacks, a feeble attempt to clean himself of the dirty doings that had just transpired. Yet simply wiping his hands does not erase the fact he'd just done something he's spent his life trying not to succumb to.
Guilt creeps into his heart at the thought of you, nothing but a seemingly innocent face in his church, and his wife, the woman he'd vowed all those years ago to only think of. His church, a place for fellow children of God, now demeaned from his own selfish, lustful desires.
And now, there is no denying it—what's done is done. Even with the help of holy water and a million prayers;
Kento Nanami was nothing but a dirty sinner in the eyes of God.
Jujusanpo audiodrama bonus of DVD vol. 4. Just Nanami talking about his dinner. Listen to the full version here.
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Thank you for choosing to ride shinkansen today too. We are going out of Shin-yokohama, the next stop is Nagoya.
This is the last Nozomi (1) in this weekday. There are a lot of people in suits maybe riding before Kusu town just the same as me. But it is strange. Inside the shinkansen after leaving work at night 11 pm, usually there are a lot of people who leave works at 11 pm and the train always feels like it’s late. It feels like a night train.
(phone ringing in distance)
Yosh. The next seat to me is really empty (open his bag).
Now that Tokaido shinkansen leaves from Shin-yokohama, I can finally have my meal in peace. (The train) will arrive in Nagoya in around eighty minutes. I can eat food without anyone disturbing me, it’s pleasant time. Today I will eat dinner the same as my lunch– bread.
(plastic rustling)
Usually, bread can be roughly divided into three groups; shokupan (2) and baguette alike that have neutral taste, Sozai bread (3), and sweet bread. The way to combine these three breads are infinite, but with good and simple combination, it’s like a glimpse into individuals in human race.
My line up for today is croquette bread, cascoot (4), mentai French (5). And then four red-bean paste oyaki. It was late today so everything sold out had been bought, but thankfully I was able to complete the line-up, I’m very lucky that especially cascoot is still left! But it can’t always be happiness, the problem is where I should attack from.
So I decided on a theory. The first thing is always the thing that doesn’t leave too much taste, but now the answer that show me the way, cascoot first!
In my mind, what is called cascoot is classic filled with ham and camembert cheese, but today I chose cascoot with pastrami beef, cheese, and pickles. It’s not too much to say that how this choice turns out will decide the quality of this dinner.
(eating)
Ooh, this is delicious. The richness of Pastrami beef seasoned with spicy black pepper and cheese, then pickles give it accent. Everything wrapped up inside baguette. Alone they are simple, but to be able to create such harmony. This seems to be the best start.
(plastic rustle)
Okay, the next one. Croquette bread and mentai French. The problem is where should I attack next. This is quite annoying, but I think counting back from red bean paste oyaki which should be the last, as expected (the next is) croquette bread. Why? Because before red bean paste oyaki, inside of the mouth should taste the highest level of saltiness. Doing it like that, dessert should be the last thing to be eaten today, so the umami taste of red bean paste oyaki can be obtained at to utmost.
(plastic rustle)
Hm. In a small koppe bread (7) croquette with sauce and cabbage, there’s no simpler croquette bread than this. I can even imagine how it would taste. This sense of stability is the essence of croquette bread. Well, then.
(eating)
The croquette is simple meat with potatoes, the crunchiness of cabbage still left. This is what you call “the croquette bread—wait, this sauce is a bit unique. No, this is clearly very unique!
(continue eating)
Hmm. The harmony for earlier cascoot all flies away. For the time being, I’ll reset the inside of mouth with black coffee.
(drink coffee)
That doesn’t work! The sauce taste still left in my mouth. Now that this happens, it can’t be helped. I will use mentai French to overcome the lingering taste of the sauce and forcefully return it like the beginning.
(eating)
Not bad. Not bad at all. Inside of my mouth becomes even more salty. On top of that, the saltiness of the sauce and the saltiness of the mentai is just different saltiness. It’s different too from the saltiness in the beginning. Unfortunately, this is not supposed to be like this.
(train sound)
No. Not yet. It’s too early to be discouraged. This saltiness is surely will make the sweetness of red bean paste stand out. The umami taste of the oyaki will be pulled out to the highest.
(rustling)
That way, the quality of this dinner can be quite secured. And then I can obtain the radiant feeling of Kyoto sunset. Well then.
(rustling, eating)
This is… salty. Even though it’s red bean paste oyaki, how can… This is… pickled mustard? Why pickled mustard? *gasp*
Oh, so it’s like that. If I’m not wrong, it was because before the shop was almost closed. The red bean paste and pickled mustard oyaki were placed in the same tray. I was rushing to catch the last train so I chose wrong, huh. It's my fault then...
(continue eating, drinking)
*sigh* If I know things will turn out like this, I should’ve just choose anpan (8).
(end)
(1) A type of Tokaido Shinkansen service
(2) loaf bread, usually served as thick sliced bread
(3) bread filled with various side-dish, usually savory
(4) the same sandwich as the one Nanami bought from the bakery in the anime
(5) baguette filled with pollock roe
(6) chewy buckwheat dumpling filled with various stuff
(7) bread with oblong shape, like hot dog buns
(8) sweet bread with sweet red ben paste filling
(I deleted my previous version of this audiodrama short sample translation because of several mistranslations. Hopefully this one have less mistakes)
The Reproductive Horror of JJK Part 1 (The Loss of Bodily Autonomy)
Part 2
Notes before we start.
1) This analysis deals heavily with topics of nonconsent, grooming, abuse, reproductive manipulation, and pregnancy. Please proceed with caution.
2) This post was inspired by @hermitw
3) I will be mainly using the TCB scans for the manga because of their accessibility.
4) Written as of JJK 265.
(Click images for captions/citations.)
Preface
This was written with the assumption you've also read these other analyses:
Thoughts on Sukuna and Kenjaku’s relationship as of JJK 258.
Please give it a quick glance at least.
Quiet Horror
Jujutsu Kaisen is a unique piece of horror writing to me because the most upsetting aspects rely almost entirely on implication. Immensely triggering topics such as sexual abuse and rape are never shown, only implied. I personally have difficulty consuming/cannot consume media that depicts these kinds of things graphically, which is why JJK’s framing of it intrigues me. Rather than being sent into a panic, I find myself deeply unnerved. I’ve decided to call this “quiet horror” since I don’t know how else to describe it.
The quiet horror of JJK has been there since the start—the dehumanization, the loss of autonomy, the idea someone’s body does not belong to them and therefore ok to use… It’s right there in your face starting with Yuji becoming Sukuna’s vessel. But the horror is not just that those things occur, it’s that hardly anyone recognizes this as a problem.
These insidious ideas are persistent across the narrative and accepted. And its primary victims are the female characters.
Misogyny
The fascinating thing about misogyny in JJK is how it is rarely outright depicted. Characters will talk about generational abuse spawned by it, but we never actually see it in action until Naoya. And even that is mostly implied.
That’s how it is in real life too. When people experience overt misogyny, it’s often when they’re isolated. For example a family gathering where the men leer at girls and say horrendous things is witnessed by only those attending. If one was never around this, the only way they’re made aware of it is by a victim discussing it.
And this is exactly what happens with the Zenins.
What’s troubling about this exchange is Momo laying out everything wrong with systemic misogyny and that’s it. She offers no solution to it because she has none. Nobara is told, this is reality and you need to accept it.
Mai falls into the same defeatist trappings, angry at Maki for trying to do something about it.
You can’t really hold this against her. She’s been abused to an extent Maki wasn’t aware of and Maki is the only person Mai can lash out at without consequence.
To be clear, it is heavily implied that Naoya molested her. Some of the first words out of his mouth are him sexualizing his underage cousins. And later as a curse, he taunts Maki for being an adult with Mai.
It’s easy to dismiss this as Naoya mocking Mai for not reaching adulthood. However, Mai has incestuous thoughts about Megumi and Maki (seeing them as her first crushes per the fanbook), which can be a very unfortunate side effect experienced by incest victims (huge content warning for the linked source). Combine that with the knowledge of Naoya’s earlier sexualization and the implication is heavy.
Mai’s abuse is not the only one framed this way. Naoya’s mother is without a face or name. The only hint of her abuse is the word いっぱい (ippai) which means many. Naoya has many older siblings who aren’t named. He is the next head before Gojo’s sealing due to his Cursed Technique (CT) being the same as his father’s. From this it can be inferred his mother was treated like livestock and used by Naobito until she produced a worthy heir.
Rika’s character profile is included here because her story is much like Mai’s—her abuse at the hands of her father is heavily implied. Her intense dislike of older men, being aware of predatory gazes as a child, and even using that for manipulation—these are all traits child victims of sexual assault may display (huge content warning for the linked source).
It’s hard to pick up on these things unless you’re in the know. But it is there and it is consistent. …And most of the cast doesn’t do much about it. Maki and Rika are different in that regard. They react to these transgressions violently, killing their abusers (and in Maki’s case the enablers too). Neither of them are in the wrong for doing so. It’s just really sad that they had to take matters into their own hands because no one else would stop it.
Hidden in Plain Sight
The misogyny female characters experience is very subdued and never graphic. Creepy behavior towards them is never shown outright, it’s all implied. We don’t see Naoya leer at Mai, we hear him discuss her figure in her absence. (I think that’s what helps make this less triggering. We don’t have to see them be victimized.) The same cannot be said of the male characters.
Ui Ui is a character that makes most people extremely uncomfortable because the grooming he experiences is in your face, pedophilic, and incestuous. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that as a ruthless capitalist, Mei Mei exploits her brother this way for the sake of money.
Through warped affection she has convinced a child that his body belongs to her and that he is only to use it for her.
What makes this situation go from bad to worse is that everyone around them just tolerates it. The most opposition we see to this relationship is Yuji side eyeing them. Otherwise people are more than happy to look the other way and even enable it by paying for their services.
This contradiction is especially glaring when it comes to Gojo, who very much is against the enjoyment of youth to be stolen away from his students. Why does Gojo pay for and tolerate this woman who is very clearly preying on her brother? Is it because Ui Ui seems happy with situation?
Well, I think it’s because he’s used to it too.
To acknowledge that what Mei Mei is doing as wrong and intervening would be admitting to himself that he was taken advantage of as a child. It’s not like it killed him, you know? He’s strong and he’s beautiful. Everyone wants him for his body. That’s just how things work.
In the fanbook Gege says that Gojo can never be fully honest with a woman. And that is a response to the question: “He (Gojo) seems to be aware of his own handsomeness, does he want to have a partner?”
It’s a bit concerning that Gojo is avoidant with women while having a history of them attempting to prey on him as a child. It doesn't help that in the Gojo Booklet interview, Gege reveals that Gojo would apparently be a sugar baby to someone much older than him if he didn't have to be a sorcerer.
The framing of these scenes as comedic is very uncomfortable. It’s a bit too similar to how male victims are portrayed in real life too. I’m not sure if this is intentional on Gege’s part, but regardless the result for me is horror. These terrible things are happening and nothing is being done about it.
Ui Ui and Gojo are taken advantage of by these adults because of what their bodies can do for them. This is a recurring theme in JJK not much different from how the women and girls are treated by the men of the Zenins. All of this stems from dehumanization that results in objectification.
I’ve said before that Gojo and Sukuna are twin flames. And in this aspect they’re very similar I think. Something awful happened to Sukuna right in our faces and most of the readerbase didn’t take it seriously because he’s The Strongest and a man.
This is sexual assault point blank. A naked person forcibly put her body against Sukuna and he didn’t want that to happen. And just like everyone else, Yorozu did this because she wants Sukuna’s body for herself.
It’s framed like a joke, but the horror persists. Sukuna is going catatonic here in part because losing means entering a marriage he has no interest in. The implication here is distressing—Sukuna sees this as losing his bodily autonomy and being raped for the rest of his life. Likening that to death is understandable.
Hopefully you can see the pattern now. Sexual assault and exploitation is commonplace in JJK. It’s just subtle enough to make people vaguely uncomfortable without making them realize it’s ongoing theme. That’s the quiet horror of JJK.
The Dehumanization of Vessels
Vessels represent everything that makes my skin crawl in JJK. Someone’s body no longer belongs to themself—it’s a thing, a container that is for someone else to use. They aren’t even afforded the dignity of their name most of the time, being referred to as Someone’s Vessel by others.
Itadori Yuji
It goes without saying, Yuji’s dehumanization is the most blatant. He’s called Sukuna’s Vessel by most of the people around him and slated to be executed for the crime of existing as it. The other teenagers around his age are taught this dehumanization by those much older than him.
It’s absurd. Despite Yuji being born with and living in this body of his for 15 years, it’s suddenly not his. All because Sukuna “tainted” it.
And look at this declaration from Uraume: “Whose body do you think that is?!”
They phrase this as if it was never Yuji’s to begin with.
On some level that is true, Kenjaku created Yuji to be the perfect cage for Sukuna. Uraume didn’t know that the time Yuji was literally bred into existence by Kenjaku to be a tool, but it’s interesting nonetheless. It’s even more interesting that Kenjaku is not the only one guilty of claiming a child’s body from birth for use by an adult. Tegen has a whole bloodline that gives them vessels for consumption.
Star Plasma Vessels
Amanai Riko is introduced as The Star Plasma Vessel while naked in a tub. Symbolically this is striking—she is a blank slate that can only be projected onto. Clothing reflects a person’s lifestyle, personality, and tastes. Riko being denied this in her introduction demonstrates her lack of autonomy.
And just like how the Kyoto kids were groomed into dehumanizing Yuji, she is groomed into dehumanizing herself by the adults around her. It’s ok that she’s a vessel and someone else will use her body to live because it’s for the greater good.
Those aren’t her true feelings though. Deep down she wants to have her body and her life. And an adult still winds up taking that away from her.
Isn’t it interesting how Gojo does this same song and dance to himself as The Strongest? Knowing this history and his adamancy towards Yuji’s autonomy (especially in the light novels) is all the more heart wrenching.
But this didn’t start with Yuji, it started with Riko. …on Tengen’s orders.
It’s strange that the individual taking away the lives of hand-picked young girls would be this considerate, right?
JJK never tries to frame characters as completely evil at all times. I appreciate that because it makes depictions of abuse far more realistic. We don’t see Naobito abuse his wife or enable Naoya, we see him half-drunk fighting like a pro without openly antagonizing Maki. If you didn’t know about the Zenin Clan, he’d just be a funny old man. This dichotomy is often why abuse victims aren’t believed. The people they tell only know the good side. And someone who is capable of that goodness can’t possibly be that bad.
It’s the same way for Tengen. They’re not a creep that salivates over young girls, they’re a calm and reasonable individual who has convinced themself and many others that these actions are necessary. Yuki is the only person that calls them out for how screwed up this all is.
Before Gojo, she was The Strongest. And before Riko, she was the Star Plasma Vessel. Her body and her life was going to be given away in service to someone much older than her under the guise of a necessary evil perpetuated by religion. She rejected that and escaped her fate by becoming uncontrollably strong.
Yuki has every right to be this angry. What Tengen is doing is very messed up. All kinds of excuses and softenings are made for them, but in the end they are using the bodies of young girls to sustain themself. That’s why it’s all the more horrifying that these girls’ souls are still present and coherent enough to speak.
I really like that Yuki won’t let Tengen know what they’re saying. She’s right to assume that Tengen will just excuse whatever comes from it. However, the fact she’s this angry implies those voices aren’t anything pleasant.
Incarnation
The horror of being trapped in a body that no longer belongs to you doesn’t just exist for Tengen’s Plasma Star Vessels, it’s the very foundation of Kenjaku’s vessel incarnation. Which of them came up with this idea is first unknown. They ultimately do the same things to vessels but for very different reasons.
Incarnation works on two layers of screwed up:
1) The host’s soul is suppressed to the point where the invader cannot detect them.
2) It’s next to impossible to return them to who they were once before.
Following the quiet themes around sexual assault, this bears an uncanny resemblance to victims dealing with the aftermath of such an event. Your body no longer feels like it belongs to you, becoming invisible to those who favor the perpetrator, forever tainted after being used by another.
And following the quiet themes around misogyny, this becomes reproductive horror. A body stripped of autonomy and permanently changed after being forced to give someone else new life—Incarnation is a visceral depiction of forced pregnancies.
Pregnancy Horror (Kenjaku)
I think it’s deliberate that mothers in JJK are hardly given faces or names. That’s all a misogynistic society wants them for anyways. Their bodies are to produce someone worthwhile. A tool for those in power to use for their own ends.
Our first introduction to this is Kamo’s mother, who despite playing a central role in his life, remains unnamed. She gives birth to a worthy heir of the Kamo Clan and is immediately discarded.
Thankfully Kamo eventually abandons his clan in favor of supporting his mother. Learning a hard lesson from Maki, he seems to conclude that clans existing through misogynistic practices cannot be reformed into a place for women.
And this misogyny of the Kamo Clan’s is historical. Enough for Kenjaku to take the place of Meiji-era Kamo Notoroshi to commit the most heinous sexual abuses known so far. And despite this history, the modern Kamo Notoroshi is named after him. Another awful secret known by those in power that is never fully condemned since they ultimately benefit from treating women like broodmares.
Death Painting Wombs
The Kamo Clan’s greatest sin is the coverup of Kenjaku’s actions as Kamo Notoroshi. I’ll be going much more into depth with its severity, be warned.
We’ll start with the facts. The faceless and nameless mother of Choso and his 9 brothers was raped by Kenjaku and a cursed spirit 9 times and had those fetuses aborted 9 times.
I’ve been on about the loss of bodily autonomy so I’ll be focusing on the abortion process itself. Historical abortions were incredibly dangerous things. Though they varied by region, a lot of the methodology converges.
I will quote the favored methods in historical Japan directly from this article:
“Natural methods included drinking poisonous substances or herbal concoctions, all of which lacked a scientific basis. Many had adverse effects. Other means included acupuncture, cold water immersion, and vaginally inserting sharp objects such as burdock roots to break the amniotic sack.”
Kenjaku is someone that does not care about others’ suffering since everyone is just a thing to be played with. I doubt the victims of these experiments were offered any pain relief. Choso’s mother was made to endure one of these methods 9 times.
When Mahito feeds one of the fetuses to a man, we can see that it is slightly smaller than their palm. Here’s a helpful guide for the size of a fetus by week based on the size of a fruit.
I think a lime or lemon best represents the size and shape. A palm sized fetus is somewhere around 12–16 weeks old. Methods that involve inducing a miscarriage via ingesting medicine or poison decrease drastically after 8–12 weeks. (I’m basing this off the abortion pill that actually works.)
Kenjaku wanted to make sure the fetuses remained intact, so inducing a miscarriage by puncturing the amniotic sac to trigger labor-like contractions was most likely the chosen method. I’m not sure if Kenjaku can use Reversed Cursed Technique (RCT) on others to heal them, but that would allow for C-sections to be possible too.
It takes several weeks or months to become pregnant again after a miscarriage. Let’s standardize this as a range of 2–24 weeks. (Based on the earliest known conception at 2 weeks and the recommended conception time of 6 months.) Choso’s mother endured this without pain management 9 times.
12–16 weeks of pregnancy.
2–24 weeks for conception.
9 Times.
She endured these rapes and abortions ranging anywhere from 126–360 weeks or 2.4–6.9 years.
I’m harping on this point because unless you know the details, this bit gets glossed over. The struggles of those who are pregnant both willingly and not are often downplayed or kept out of sight. Whatever symptoms she had for the first trimester of pregnancy (0-12 weeks) were repeated without support and knowing it was to be terminated 9 times over.
Here is a list of possible symptoms for the first trimester from the Cleveland Clinic.
Sore Breasts
Nausea: "Morning sickness is one of the telltale signs of early pregnancy. Despite its name, it can last all day and all night."
Mood Swings: "The sudden rush of hormones may put you on a rollercoaster of emotions. You may alternate between feeling anxious or scared to excited or weepy within a span of 30 minutes. It may be helpful to talk through your feelings with a friend or your partner.
Fatigue
Frequent Urination: "Your uterus begins to grow to support the pregnancy. It may begin pressing on your bladder, causing you to need to pee more often."
Acne or Other Skin Changes
Mild Shortness of Breath
I do not blame Choso for only referring to this as Kenjaku toying with his mother. The full breadth of her suffering is not something her child should have to bear.
Kenjaku repeats a similar kind of trauma for every incarnation born of a human made to swallow an object. Their bodies don’t belong to them anymore—they’re just hosts to the life of someone they never wanted to have.
To what extent the incarnated know they will be inflicting this harm on others is unknown. It’s just very uncomfortable knowing that Kenjaku created this method in a way that makes the violation of bodies mandatory.
Tengen
This obsession with forcing pregnancies onto others does not end with incarnation or the death painting wombs. Kenjaku’s absorption of Tengen is a culmination of these experiments.
Tengen is turned into a pregnancy. Who we’ve established to be hosting a mass of young girl’s bodies. The yonic imagery is incredibly overt for this process.
Tengen is put into a womb that resembles a vagina before becoming a fetus. Kenjaku’s Domain Expansion (DE) contains the literal decapitated heads of the pregnant. (More faceless women being used for their bodies.)
The DE name itself refers to Garbhadhatu which is the Womb Realm in Buddhism. You could translate this as all-enveloping womb.
What this symbolically means, I have no idea. There is, however, a consistent, misogynistic disregard for consent and the bodies of those who can bear children when it comes to Kenjaku. And that’s horrifying.
Sukuna
Initially Kenjaku bears the Merger pregnancy using the stolen dead body of Geto Suguru. So even though Kenjaku consents to this pregnancy, the person whose body is being used for this doesn’t get to have a say in it.
But we already know how upsetting that is. We’ve seen how much this has pissed off Gojo Satoru who blames himself for his loved one’s defilement. What’s not being discussed in depth is Sukuna’s being inadvertently made a victim from this.
Sukuna’s fingers, a cursed object explicitly made by Kenjaku, are able to create cursed wombs. Since these fingers were created long before the death painting wombs, it appears that Kenjaku’s first attempts to birth evolved humans started with him.
Note how the finger bearers have 4 eyes, just like Sukuna.
I’ve been over why Kenjaku would target Sukuna and how Sukuna does not desire relationships or progeny and how his strength has prevented Kenjaku from forcing that on him directly. What I’m trying to draw attention to is how this appears to be the start of Kenjaku trying to workaround his boundaries without getting killed.
Knowing the extent to which Kenjaku is willing to turn others’ bodies into breeding stock makes the fact Sukuna’s fingers are essentially capable of birthing powerful curses very alarming.
Kenjaku didn’t stop there. The binding vow between them was still made to produce these cursed objects and the context of its formation is still missing. The other culling game players make it very clear Kenjaku either manipulated or tricked them into becoming cursed objects. There is not a single named character Kenjaku didn’t betray in some fashion after misleading them with false promises.
For Sukuna, Yuji being a cage instead of a vessel already indicated Kenjaku was not being honest with him. I think there’s more to it than that though. The details of the Merger and what activates it are something Sukuna and Uraume do not fully understand. Kenjaku tries to explain a little bit to them, but they both shut it down.
And without knowing the full breadth or implication of their binding vow, I don’t think Sukuna expected to be forced into a pregnancy that requires birthing.
I appreciate that Sukuna falls victim to this manipulation despite being the strongest. It goes to show that anyone can experience the loss of bodily autonomy.
Itadori Jin & Kaori
His identical twin is not spared of this reproductive manipulation either. Jin is manipulated into having a child with the corpse of his wife who is piloted by Kenjaku. But I want to take the time to give Kaori the dignity Kenjaku has denied her.
Even if Kaori wanted a child, there is no meaningful way for her to consent to this pregnancy. I’m not even sure if Jin fully understood there was someone else wearing Kaori’s body. There is a real possibility she didn’t want a child to begin with. We just don’t know since everyone except her gets to discuss it.
She’s exactly like Choso’s mother here. Her body no longer belongs to her and she has no spoken dialogue. Her personhood is denied on introduction. What she was like or what things she aspired to is treated as irrelevant—she’s just another woman Kenjaku used and discarded like a tool.
Visceral Femininity
Bloodborne is a game about. Well it’s a game that happens at you. There is little plot or reason to the Lovecraftian horrors that drive you and the characters mad. But when you examine the fragments of lore hidden both in plain sight and on item descriptions…you go insane.
There are patterns though. Seemingly unrelated pieces of this ethereal puzzle can be stitched together with a keen eye. Someone made a video on it and concluded it was about motherhood.
After watching this perspective, this reading seems obvious. With all the disjointed umbilical cords, births, abortions, and blood. It’s a proper reproductive horror.
To me, JJK resembles Bloodborne in that way. And after I was granted the eyes to see, I’ve noticed that this body horror has been here as early as JJK 0.
In fact JJK 0 and first chapter feature female characters being groped by curses. (Sometimes the word Geto uses for violated can be translated as rape.)
Motherhood, and everything that causes it, is something JJK uses as a vehicle to discuss the undiscussable—bodily autonomy and its loss for exploitation. Rather than presenting it as something we’re familiar with, it’s a symbolic, pervasive theme in how the bodies of others are seen as tools for those in power.
The organs and bodies of those who can become pregnant are twisted into things that inflict pain. In the case of Naoya, he quite literally becomes a cunt that torments the surviving twin of the girl he molested.
And his hand sign references a deity who manipulates bodies in the womb, changing females to males.
It’s never quite stated outright or even properly addressed by the characters, but you still feel that sickening pit. There’s something fundamentally wrong with the way things are. Why is so little being done about it?
lady bird (2017) // gillian flynn “sharp objects” // chen chen “poplar street” // pinterest // annie ernaux “i remain in darkness” // ? // ancient egyptian depiction of a mother fixing her daughter’s hair (egyptian museum at san jose, california) // john mayer “in the blood” // i.b. vyache “does your mother know?”// uquiz.com // joan tierney @filmnoirsbian // mitski “class of 2013” // n. p. “mothers and daughters”
