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Body Horror: Things that cannot happen in real life.
EX: The Thing, stomach mouths, eyes on hands, etc
Gore: Fresh injuries, often severe.
EX: Severed leg, gutspill, deep gashes, etc
NEITHER: Healed injuries and burns, congenital differences, missing appendages, etc. If I could theoretically go to the store and see that character browsing the isles- It isn't body horror or gore. That's just a person.
*AND the amount of people that tag, not just fictional characters, but real human beings as body horror is staggering. Its not solely a fandom issue, ableism and bigotry against anyone that looks sufficiently "different" is prevalent in real life and has devastating consequences.
Okay, I was going to just reblog, because this is important and I've wanted a post this clear and concise to a while. But I also have questions.
Body parasites occur in the real world. Some of them are visible beneath the skin, or protruding from the skin. So what's the consensus on tagging bugs crawling under skin, or chest-burster situations pre-bursting?
Also, at what point do scifi mutations shift from 'congenital difference' to 'body horror'? Conjoined twins aren't, of course, but mouths in the wrong places are. Extra limbs coming out of the "wrong" places do happen, so they aren't, right? Facial features being offset aren't, but what about if they're sideways? Upside-down? I've done SOME research into human variety, but I don't know where the lines are.
Is there anything that can happen to real people, that in fictional settings SHOULD be tagged body horror? Also, are there types of non-normative real bodies that SHOULDN'T be tagged as 'congenital differences' or 'facial differences'?
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I think that the average person knows very little about the vast variety human bodies can display, so their "stuff real people experience" category can be very narrow.
And on the other hand, there is such variety that I'm not sure how useful the 'body horror' tag even is. So much of horror is derived from real experience!
Parasites are often tagged specifically as "parasites", with a "body horror" tag as an additive as the individual sees fit. On the whole a flea is going to be tagged "insect" over parasite, but worms are far more likely to get "parasite" and/or "worms" specifically as they're regarded as the grosser animal.
General Consensus is any manner of crawling under skin = Body Horror
Infection isn't always gore but can be: Necrosis via Infection can leave large injuries on a patient. Even if its not "fresh", that can be tagged as gore. Like zombies: Gutspill is still gutspill if the thing is dead. Often tagged "Infection", and "gore" when applicable.
Infections in the strain of flu and such more likely to be slapped with "illness" / "sickness"
As an addative to the above ^^^ "Medical gore" is also a subcategory of gore that tells you it's graphic with Gore, but its in a sterile environment/being treated/ etc with Medical. Useful but often tagged "gore" full stop.
As for everything else... heavily depends on the individual case. I've said it like 50 times in this reblog alone but it depends! Unfortunately it depends. đ I could maybe do some thinking on it and write something actually informative or useful but... someone else might have to take up that mantle for me.
Like Otto and Arora Kress aren't body horror, they're just conjoined twins. Even though their anatomy is technically impossible the Point is "they're conjoined twins and people's reaction to that heavily impacts their lives" - Its a whole plot thing.
Dr. Black has characters becoming amputees and living off of tubes- That in of itself isn't body horror. WHY it is done (to be unwillingly made into human + taxidermy statues) IS body horror. The characters distress around what happened to them IS body horror.
Case by case basis.... there's no 1 singular answer that solves everything đ
Body Horror: Things that cannot happen in real life.
EX: The Thing, stomach mouths, eyes on hands, etc
Gore: Fresh injuries, often severe.
EX: Severed leg, gutspill, deep gashes, etc
NEITHER: Healed injuries and burns, congenital differences, missing appendages, etc. If I could theoretically go to the store and see that character browsing the isles- It isn't body horror or gore. That's just a person.
*AND the amount of people that tag, not just fictional characters, but real human beings as body horror is staggering. Its not solely a fandom issue, ableism and bigotry against anyone that looks sufficiently "different" is prevalent in real life and has devastating consequences.
Okay, I was going to just reblog, because this is important and I've wanted a post this clear and concise to a while. But I also have questions.
Body parasites occur in the real world. Some of them are visible beneath the skin, or protruding from the skin. So what's the consensus on tagging bugs crawling under skin, or chest-burster situations pre-bursting?
Also, at what point do scifi mutations shift from 'congenital difference' to 'body horror'? Conjoined twins aren't, of course, but mouths in the wrong places are. Extra limbs coming out of the "wrong" places do happen, so they aren't, right? Facial features being offset aren't, but what about if they're sideways? Upside-down? I've done SOME research into human variety, but I don't know where the lines are.
Is there anything that can happen to real people, that in fictional settings SHOULD be tagged body horror? Also, are there types of non-normative real bodies that SHOULDN'T be tagged as 'congenital differences' or 'facial differences'?
-
I think that the average person knows very little about the vast variety human bodies can display, so their "stuff real people experience" category can be very narrow.
And on the other hand, there is such variety that I'm not sure how useful the 'body horror' tag even is. So much of horror is derived from real experience!
finally read enough omegaverse fic to know for myself that some of them are actually interesting and some are just an excuse to do sexism on male characters. sigh
[Image s are lineart headshots of 7 black male DC characters, focusing on their hairstyles.
Wally West/Kid Flash - shaved sides with criss-crossing cornrows on the top that fall in little braids at the back. He's the only one where we get a reference photo.
Duke Thomas/Signal - shaved sides and short twists on top with gold cuffs.
Jace Fox/Batman - natural hair and a goatee.
Luke Fox/Batwing - a halo of twist-outs or loose locs.
John Stewart/Green Lantern - shaved sides with thick cornrows on top that become long braids, and a circle beard. Images below the cut show the style first without the long braids and beard, and then just without the beard, and finally in the finished version.
John Henry Irons/Steel - shaved sides with what might be sponge twists on top, and a van dyke beard.
Jefferson Pierce/Black Lightning - neat beard, sides in cornrows (I think), and short locs with a side part.
OP: Why couldnât traditional Chinese YinpiaoéśçĽ¨/silver drafts be forged if they were merely slips of paper? (cr大ćĺŽéďźć¸čś)
Traditional Chinese yinpiao/silver drafts were paper vouchers issued by private banks starting from the Song Dynasty(960â1279). People could exchange these slips for physical silver at bank branches across the country.
Silver drafts were made in multiple copies with matching serrated seal edges. One copy went to the customer and others stayed at the bank. All edges had to fit perfectly together to withdraw silver. The unique split edge marks were almost impossible to copy.
This mechanism is known as qifengéŞçź (split-joint seal) in China. It first originated in the Western Zhou Dynasty (1046â771 BC). The Rites of Zhou records that contracts were written on bamboo or wooden slips in duplicate. Notches and marks were carved in the middle before splitting the slips, with each party keeping one half. The two halves would be matched by their notches for verification.
During the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods (770â221 BC), this idea evolved into hufuč珌/tiger tally tokens. A military tally was split into two pieces with identical inscriptions carved along the split edge. Troops could only be deployed if the patterns and characters on both halves perfectly aligned, serving as a metal version of the split-joint anti-counterfeiting system.
The technology matured in the Tang Dynasty (618â907). Government documents and private contracts commonly used split-joint seals stamped across the dividing line. The Chinese character "hetongĺĺ" (contract) was written across the middle before the paper was torn apart, so the complete characters would only appear when the two halves were put together. This split-coupon system was later adopted for Song Dynasty (960â1279) jiaozi paper money and yinpiao/silver drafts of the Ming and Qing dynasties (1368â1912).
Official Song dynasty paper money (Jiaozi交ĺ) was abolished in 1107. Private silver drafts issued by Qing-era piaohaoçĽ¨čĄ (ancient exchange banks) vanished completely in 1951, hit hard by modern banks and currency reforms. Nowadays silver drafts no longer circulate as currency. Their collectible value depends on their rarity and physical condition.
Split-joint seals (éŞçźçŤ qifengzhang)are still widely used on important paper documents in modern China, an anti-tampering technique passed down from ancient times. They are applied across the edge of multi-page contracts, bidding documents and official archives. If any page is removed or replaced, the broken seal pattern can prove the file has been altered.
OMG I got so excited about this because they used a really similar (though far less refined) version of this for contracts in the European medieval period!
First they were called "chirographs", but later the word "indenture" (in its earliest meaning as just a legal document of any kind between two people) came to be used, originating from the practice of a contract being written twice on a single piece of parchment and then cut in half with serrated edges (as in dent, "teeth" -> indents -> indenture) in order for each party to take one half, so they could later piece them together and verify that there had been no forgery -- same as the Chinese silver drafts!
(Charter of the ClerecĂa de Ledesma, 1252, showing the serrated indents at the top -- presumably they are cutting rather than tearing because they're using parchment, which I expect is much harder to tear than wood-pulp paper like the Chinese were using)
Delights me when human beings find similar ways to solve the same problem at two different ends of the world. <3
I try not to fall into the "I never liked their work anyway" ditch when an artist/creator reveals themself to be a terrible person
BUT
a feeling I do have and will stand by is "While I enjoyed their work overall I did have some gripes that I overlooked out of affection and whimsy, but now that my loyalty is gone and my affection tainted there is nothing holding me back from enumerating my many grievances, to which the revelations of the creator's shittiness may or may not provide a new and infuriating context."
#such a good summation of this actually#because yeah thereâs usually things that were always present#but which were easy to overlook or give the benefit of the doubt#that suddenly become relevant after a revelation about the creator#and itâs really not the same thing as the self-defensive ââI never liked it anywayâ
The author must have been eating woodland salad, candied acorns, turnip pie, plum-cakes, bilberry tarts, arrowroot shortbread, and glazed maple shoots, and drinking flagons of October ale and raspberry cordial when they wrote this
Intelligent alien species based on bugs but specifically those moths that donât have mouths and only live for a week after they pupate. This speciesâ whole conscious life is actually in the larval phase; larvae are the ones considered people, larvae are the ones with conscious and complex brains who build society, and each instar of the larva is treated as a different phase of life. Larvae become emotionally and socially and cognitively mature without ever becoming sexually mature. When they pupate, they metamorphose into something different and strange and close to mindless, with no mouth and no digestive system, whose only instincts are to mate and then quickly die. Metamorphosis is treated, functionally, like a personâs death, and the imago phase is a kind of proto-afterlife of majestic flight and the continuation of the species. Birth and death inextricably intertwined. Sex is not something people do during their lives, itâs a thing that is done as an imago after youâve passed on from your life but before you return to the soil in death. Resultant eggs are collected by family members to raise. I think this would be fun.
Apparently they filled in the holes and tears by smearing on white lead, painting over it with oil paints, smearing on more white lead, painting it with gouache, smearing on more white lead, etc. Gouache needs to be removed with different things than oil paints (including white lead) so he's going back and forth.
i have never heard of a 'covey of arrows' before, so i did a cursory looking-up, and far as i can tell yeah superman is just metaphorically describing this volley as a small group of birds.
i cannot find any evidence this was ever even a semi-common turn of phrase that the 1960s comics reader might be expected to recognize, nor in fact that it has ever been committed to print at any other time than in this one panel of Superman's Girlfriend. although that ofc doesn't mean it wasn't or hasn't.
WIP excerpt for đŚ behind the cut; âobligatory sugar baby Konâ.
(( chrono || non-chrono || AO3 ))
"Oh my god, Ciss, chill, it was a joke. Dunno about you, but I only play dress-up for my sugar daddy," Kon snickers as he leans back casually against the bottom of the couch and shakes his head without taking his eyes off the stalker vs. werewolf confrontation that's currently happening onscreen. Unsurprising, given said confrontation is happening on a rainy football field while Wendy is wearing a sequin-bedazzled white cheer uniform and doing a lot of very acrobatic kicks and flips. She's also cracking a genuinely disrespectful amount of "wet dog" one-liners at the werewolves, though Tim thinks he can safely assume that part's less attention-grabbing for Kon, even with as much as the guy likes a terrible one-liner himself.
Unfortunately, objectively breaking down the "so-bad-it's-worse" movie scene piece by piece does not actually help Tim not feel like an insane person about what Kon just actually said.
Cissie pauses mid-push, stopping halfway through getting out of the chair, and Bart and Suzie both visibly perk up in curiosity. Tim decides he just must actually be an insane person and that he's just experienced an auditory hallucination, and therefore will not be reacting to any of said hallucination.
Cassie just falls off the couch again.
Honestly, that's really the only valid reaction to be having right now, Tim can't help feeling. If he had another laundry pile to slither under, he'd probably join her.
"'Sugar daddy'?" Cissie repeats incredulously, which does not bode well for any previous statements being any kind of auditory hallucination.
"Yeah, he's weirdly into buying me shit, but like he's especially into buying me clothes," Kon replies with a casual shrug. Tim has no idea how that's what he thinks Cissie was asking about, but is too busy attempting to disassociate to really focus on figuring out the other's logic there. "He got me this shirt, actually."
"What about the shorts?" Bart asks with a concerningly attentive expression. Tim silently resolves to find a fourth redundancy plan to back up the base's data on.
ASAP.
"Oh yeah, and those," Kon says, then thumps a heel against the floor once with another shrug before tilting his knee from side to side with apparent intent to show off his . . . something? His . . . ? "Actually he got me the boots too. They're pretty sick, right?"
The boots. Right. The boots make sense for Kon to be showing off.
"Okay," Bart says as he watches Kon tilting his knee with a both very clear and unfortunately understandable lack of interest in anything about said boots. "Hey you should get him to buy you more clothes while your laundry's all sprocked-up, then."
"Oh, that's a good idea!" Suzie says brightly, clasping her hands together in excitement and beaming at Kon. "Those ones look so pretty on you!"
"Suzie!" Cassie hisses, sounding horrified. "Don't call a guy that! Guys aren't pretty!"
"That's what pretty is?" Bart asks, looking Kon up and down with literally zero shame about it. Tim has no idea how, but once again Kon apparently just . . . doesn't notice him doing it? Somehow? Which is sort of psychologically fascinating and psychologically depressing, considering everything he actually knows about Kon's literal entire personality. And life experience. Andâ"Huh. That explains some stuff. Actually that explains a lot of stuff, wow."
"I thought people wearing makeup meant they wanted to be 'pretty', though?" Suzie asks with a frown. Tim, again, decides to believe he's having auditory hallucinations. A potentially-brewing psychotic episode would genuinely be less of an issue to handle than thinking through any of the implications of anything that is happening in this conversation.
"'Makeup'?" Cassie repeats blankly, then flicks her eyes towards Kon's face and immediately turns absolutely crimson. Tim assumes she wasn't previously registering the eyeliner and nail polish in self-defense, since they're not especially subtle.
"It's whatever, but he's into it, so . . ." Kon shrugs dismissively, then smirks smugly back over his shoulder at Cassie. "So hey, Daddy thinks I'm pretty."
Cassie hasn't actually made it back onto the couch yet, so mostly just falls off the floor this time. If he were capable of higher thought processes or literally any thought processes whatsoever, Tim would empathize.
He mostly just keeps telling himself that he's having auditory hallucinations, though, because Jesus Christ.
"And . . . 'Daddy' would be . . . ?" Cissie trails off meaningfully as she raises an eyebrow at Kon, which is the kind of question Robin should be asking Kon right now, because admittedly a teammate who's a fellow teenager explicitly using the phrase "sugar daddy" in cold blood would normally be something that Robin would need to be concerned by. Though in this situation the only actually concerning part is the part where Kon's using the phrase "sugar daddy" in front of other people, which is really not something Tim wants to encourage and definitely wasn't something he'd expected Kon to ever actually do. "Like is this a guy from Cadmus or . . . ?"
"Naw, he's an out-of-towner," Kon replies with another shrug, twirling his ring and index finger through the back of his undercut. Tim is briefly incredibly distracted by the visual of the other's chipped black nails and fingerless gloves twisted through his own curls and arched over his own curls, and wonders ifâ"Met him when he was in Metropolis for a thing that went south and he was very chill about things while I did the superhero shit about it. Bought me coffee after to say thanks, then we just started hanging out after that."
"Ah-huh," Cissie says, eyebrow staying raised. "And 'coffee' involved him buying you . . . clothes, somehow?"
"I mean, he used the coffee to con me into letting him buy me clothes, so kinda?" Kon says, then rolls his eyes with a snigger. "Dude never met a check he didn't wanna cover, I swear. Pretty sure it's the only way he actually knows how to flirt but it's kinda cute, not gonna lie. Last time we went out he bought us fifty bucks' worth of grilled cheese sandwiches to split and then took me to the skate park, and the time before that he got us into an after-hours event with fake IDs and got me the fanciest Japanese food I ever had in my life."
Note to self, Tim reflexively thinks: take Kon to fancier restaurants. He still feels like the buffet tour angle has promise, but he's sure he can find some high-end options for all-you-can-eat restaurants if he looks around a little, so thatâ
"Aâguy took you to the skate park?" Cassie says in a slightly weird voice, which makes Tim realize just how much Kon's actually said about this already, which is . . . weird, definitely. Likeâyeah, he didn't mention that the "after-hours event" was a sensory exhibit at a museum and "the fanciest Japanese food I ever had in my life" is a very subjective description that people can interpret to their own personal scales of "fancy", but maybe that's deliberate obfuscation or just Kon trying to sound cool and keep up his image, and both of those options would make sense.
Then again, he did admit he wasn't the one who paid for any of that, so . . .
"What kind of parks have skates?" Suzie asks, looking puzzled. "I thought you had to use those in rinks?"
"You can just use a lake, actually, but the weather's not that great for it right now so I don't know why you would unless somebody'd fought Captain Cold or Mr. Freeze or whoever lately," Bart says. "I guess then it'd be whatever."
"A skateboard park, you weirdos, oh my god," Kon says with a snort of laughter. "Daddy's into that, he's real good at it. Showed me some tricks and everything. Even taught me a couple, it's way different from surfing. But he's cool like that, he's a real funny dude. Likes photography and museums and classy shit like that but is also totally down for, again, grilled cheese at the skate park."
Is Kon rambling a little, Tim wonders? He can't tell if Kon's rambling a little. He's not sure why Kon would be rambling, but also he has an all-hands-on-deck Arkham breakout going on in his brain right now and it's making it very difficult for him to concentrate very well on the conversation. Justâwhy is Kon talking about Tim Drake this much, that makes absolutelyâoh wait, okay, he gets it. Duh, him. Kon's just still trying to sound "cool" about this, that's why he's describing Tim Drake like he thinks he's cool.
He'd really assumed Kon was going to be keeping this whole arrangement under the radar and spare his sanity, though, because he is not prepared for anything that bears any resemblance to Kon liking Tim Drake enough to tell people about Tim Drake. That might make for some secret identity issues, for one thing. But in his defense, in what world was Kon ever going to like Tim Drake enough to tell people about him? Seriously! In what world does that happen?!
Aside from this one, apparently. Which still makes zero sense to Tim but is apparently just . . . a thing that is happening, he guesses, and therefore a thing he's going to have to work around.
Justâwhatever, Kon's done weirder, he guesses. Probably. Probably crushing on the tiger prince/king guy and regularly hanging out with a war hero circus act who happened to be a dog at a rave were weirder things than just mentioning he has a sugar daddy in casual conversation. Like . . . somehow. Somehow those things are probably weirder than this, Tim figures.
He can't actually figure out how they're weirder things than this, but he really needs to keep telling himself they are anyway.
It'sâokay, it's fine, Tim tells himself. Kon's just . . . making small talk. About Tim Drake. Instead of paying attention to the movie he was really excited about Suzie bringing tonight. That's . . . perfectly normal and not-weird and very Kon-like behavior, and he is perfectly capable of handling that perfectly normal and not-weird and very Kon-like behaâ
"He's also real good in a hostage situation and I swear the dude will roll with anything, no matter what, I dunno how anybody's that chill," Kon continues as he inexplicably keeps rambling to the point of practically gushing. "And he's so hot when he's got a plan and so cute when he blushes and it's like, fucking ridiculous, I swear, like what even is this dude and why does he wanna buy me coffee?"
Tim's train of thought crashes through the subway wall head-first into a generator and blows up about thirty-five percent of his mental downtown. Emergency services are stuck in traffic.
"I didn't know you dated guys," Bart says. "Given the twenty-first century being grifin' weird and also, like . . . literally everything I know about you and every single time we've ever talked. Ever."
"Yeah, well, the going-whatever-ways thing is admittedly not a conversation I ever really wanted to have with Superman, but fuck it, Daddy's the best," Kon replies with a shrug, digging out another lollipop from somewhere Tim chooses not to think about and twisting its wrapper open. Going for another lollipop seems like a very mean thing to do, in his opinion. "So if Superman actually cares about me hooking up with a dude then he can go get super-fucked."
. . . what the hell, Tim thinks blankly. Is he feeling feelings right now? Like what, some kind of dumbass twelve year-old who isn't even an emotional support sidekick yet? That's not in his fifteen-year plan!
"Anyway, it's whatever," Kon says, paying a very unreasonable amount of attention to the process of unwrapping and rewrapping the same lollipop and for some reason only looking at the lollipop. "I know you guys don't care if I have a boyfriend, so why should anybody else?"
. . .
. . . . . .
. . . . . . . . .
Tim finishes running through the mental exercises to rule out various forms of mind control, hallucination, and auditory processing failure. None of the options appear to currently be a concern. Kon appears to be genuinely displaying actual vulnerability to the team, and also there is no level of Bat-compartmentalization that Tim can shove all this down into becauseâbecause what does Kon mean, "BOYFRIEND"?!
Does Kon think they're boyfriends? Does Kon think Tim Drake is boyfriend material? In cold blood and without even any "shared near-death experience emotional confessions" being involved? When no one's even been maimed or anything, even?! Is that a thing Kon thinks? Is that a thing they, likeâare?
"Of course we don't, have as many boyfriends as you want," Cissie replies dismissively, waving him off, which is definitely her being the closest thing to an emotionally intelligent person they have available right now. "As long as they're not Bart, anyway. Bart would be an awful boyfriend, even your horndog ass deserves better than Bart for a boyfriend."
"Oh I absolutely would, yeah, date literally anybody but me," Bart agrees with a nod.
"Well don't date, likeâI dunno, Harm," Cassie says, looking torn somewhere between flustered and discouraged.
"Definitely don't date Harm," Cissie agrees.
"Boyfriend away, yeah," Tim belatedly realizes he should be saying before an awkward pause happens, because basically everyone else has said something at least obliquely supportive of what is, he is very belatedly realizing, Kon actually coming out to them. Like . . . deliberately, and again, without any maiming or near-death experiences being involved.
He is so confused right now.
He really, really hopes his domino is enough to hide the blush he can feel on his face.
"Okay, cool," Kon says, looking very unsubtly relieved and very unsubtly grateful for just a moment before quickly hiding the expression behind a deliberately casual one. "Likeâyeah, obviously I can have a boyfriend. Duh, I know that."
Tim is fairly certain that Kon did not, in fact, know that, but really doesn't have the glass houses to spare for throwing stones right now.
"Yeah, umâas long as you feel, um, safe dating a civilian instead of another superhero orâI mean not that that's not safe, just I meanâI meanâ!" Cassie cuts herself off, looking mortified. Tim sympathizes, and will also not be opening his own mouth for literally anything aside from being directly addressed in conversation.
"It's okay, Robin's girlfriend is a civilian too!" Suzie says. "If Robin doesn't worry about dating civilians, it's fine."
"Robin's WHAT?!" everyone else yelps at the exact same time, all whipping their heads around to stare at her.
"Um . . . girlfriend?" Suzie repeats, looking nervous. The heads all whip towards Tim instead, all of them looking incredulous.
"You have a girlfriend?!" Cassie demands in disbelief. "Since when?!"
"An actual girlfriend, or is this an undercover thing?" Cissie asks suspiciously. "An actual on-purpose girlfriend, even?"
"Yes," Tim says, because that does unfortunately count as being directly addressed.
"And she's not secretly an evil telepathic ninja who's gonna eat your brain waves and kick your butt?" Bart asks.
"Not to my knowledge, no," Tim says resignedly, because that also unfortunately counts as being directly addressed.
". . . are you sure?" Kon says skeptically.
Tim is not actually sure what it says about him that every single one of their team members is apparently significantly more shocked and alarmed by the concept of Robin having a "girlfriend" than they are by Superboy getting a boyfriend.
Is that something he should be looking into about himself? Is that something he should be concerned by?
. . . maybe he'll pencil it in for when he's a supervillain and has more downtime to spare for that kind of thing. Being a supervillain is definitely going to leave him with a lot more downtime than being an emotional support sidekick has.
It'd be hard for it to leave him with less, considering.
