#that being said feel free to dm me if you want to discuss any of your points further

[bookshelfdreams]

Im sorry about this i need to rant. I thought things were getting better but Izzy stan Twitter is at it again with their whining, truth bending and self-victimising.

'Do you like OMFD but wish the queer disabled hero didnt die?' IZZY IS NOT THE HERO OF THIS SHOW!!!!! He is at best a reformed antagonist. What an insult to the other disabled characters, and what about the actual heroes of the show??

'We've been betrayed by straight man writing queer stories'. First of all, way to dismiss the other writers. Also, its not his fault you project your personal traumas and mental health on a fictional character on a show with death in the title.

'GB's ending is comphet (?????) because 'we only need eachother' and theyre breaking away from their queer community' ED HAS BEEN WANTING TO LEAVE PIRACY SINCE LAST SEASON!!! also, its progress that Stede was able to resist basic flattery. And David made it clear that they still have work to do. This one truly broke my brain.

Im just sick of all this. Izzy stans have been coddled for the past week, being told its ok to grieve, but theyve crossed multiple lines. I do wish some things had been more explicit in this finale, only because David overestimated the maturity and media literacy of some people.

Sorry for this but i needed to talk to people here. Its beyond annoyance at this point. Im angry and sick of petty crybabies actively working to poison what we've built.

Don't apologize, feel free to rant at me any time!

"The Blackbonnet ending is comphet" surely is A Take, let me add that to the It's Only Queer If It's Subtext Collection, also featuring such gems as

The Lupete marriage proposal/wedding was basically straight

Canon queer ships are boring and unimportant

Izzy has the only queer arc

Izzy is the only "convincingly" queer character

It's super interesting to see this develop. The massive victim/persecution complex of a certain subset of Izzy fans. The vitriol leveled against all other fans, and the show itself, because clearly, these people never liked ofmd in the first place. Never liked what it actually had to say and instead, invented subtext that was never there to look into instead. It's like watching the birth of a conspiracy theory under controlled conditions in a petry dish. You will see these people say with their whole chest the most unhinged bullshit imaginable and receive praise for it, but when you keep in mind that for months, they have discussed the show Izzy in their insular little echo chambers, most of their takes become a lot more understandable. There's robust internal logic, even though, due to the flawed premise, none of it makes any sense.

But it becomes understandable when we loop back around to the point that a lot of these people don't engage with the show on its own merit. They really treat it as if it were just another queerbaity (maybe not even that) mid-2010s thing, too afraid to do something different.

ofmd is not that! But when all you have is a hammer. And when you're surrounded by people who keep insisting that yes, obviously that problem is a nail. That one too. Nails are all that exist. yk.

But. And please know that I am holding your hands and speak as gently as I can when I say this.

But please don't get angry about this? If this whole drama genuinely upsets you, you might need to take a step back and remind yourself that it's just fandom. It's just some idiots somewhere enjoying the pirate show wrong. It's not that important. There's plenty of things that are worth your anger in the world right now. Everything is fucked. But this isn't one of them.

Like, for me, this is fun. I am a petty bitch, I love to gawk at bad takes, I love conspiracy theories, reading things like this tickles my brain in the best possible way. It's like reading through the Psiram wiki (which is also something I do for fun. Yes, I am aware there's something wrong with me). It's even better, because it's inconsequential. It doesn't have very real human misery attached to it.

Like, obviously i think it's fine to be opinionated about dumb bullshit on the internet, and while picking fights with people who don't agree with me isn't something I enjoy personally, some people do and there's nothing wrong with that either. As long as everyone involved is having fun.

But. You gotta keep your distance, you know? Don't get personally mad at people with bad opinions. Having wrong opinions about the pirate show isn't actually harmful. Fandom isn't activism.

#that being said feel free to dm me if you want to discuss any of your points further #which just to be clear is absolutely something im up for just maybe not in public #anyways thank you for reaching out! #anonymaus #message #ofmd s2 spoilers #this turned out way too long #apologies

[dragongirltongue]

New Pinned post <3

Hi there, the name is Zelda, or one of like, 20 other names that may or may not be listed somewhere around here. If you know a name I go by that isn't findable here don't use it. <3

I'm bigender which is made up of girl and fem6oy, as such I use she/her and sometimes he/him pronouns when I'm feeling fem6oy enough <3

I'm in my 30s, not getting more specific than that until I decide it's not true enough to change it, don't try to find my exact age as I don't like sharing that information publicly, I don't even update it on my birthday <3

I'm a polyamorous bisexual voraphile freak and if you're over 18 you're welcome to talk to me about how much of a freak I am. I love to flirt and encourage it. Also happy to share my Other Blog with anyone interested, again as long as you're of age. <3

I'm a film graduate and currently working on doing something with that experience as well as working on a superhero comic and a 2D zelda style game. Feel free to bug me about any of those I love to discuss writing and media and want to encourage media literacy. <3

I'm also an ex-jehovahs witness and as a result I'm hugely into the holiday season in a very against my old god kinda way. Also big into sinning <3

Also I'm like, a dragon in probably an otherkin/thetadelta kinda way, like, it's core to who I am and how I understand myself so yeah. Despite this my fursona is a fox, the dragon in my icon is literally me <3

I also draw sometimes and when I do it'll be posted to @dragongirldrawings but always reblogged here too.

Also I'm a member of a plural system, feel free to check out the rest of the system over here @haven-sys <3

Further on the identity weirdness I'm an imaginary friend for the person who used to inhabit this body, they've been gone for like, over 20 years so it's not really relevant but I have started embracing my nature as a fictional creation, it's comforting.

Btw, if one of my posts containing my typing quirk ends up on your dash I take no responsibility for it. I use it in posts that are for me only and if they happen to resonate with others that's their choice to reblog.

So yeah that's me, hiii I love you all <3

this post is specifically a6out tum6lr user Zelda dragongirltongue

DNI list under the read more.

lmao imagine if I actually made one of those finally, that's how you'd know I've been replaced with an evil clone or something.

That being said if you're looking at my blog to send me an ask or dm about what someone gets off to please understand unless they're actively hurting someone I rly don't care. I have a lot of ignored and blocked anons about this.

This goes double if the person you're trying to alert me to is trans femme, we don't play that game here, especially given that I know I've been targetted for things as simple as engaging in vore the wrong way for some people or whatever.

Like, I just want to make it clear I rly don't give a fuck what another adult does in the bedroom, I rly don't care if the bedroom happens to include their blog and I rly don't care if they like to flirt about it with other adults on this website.

Also if your pinned post is a callout for anyone about anything it's likely to set off my paranoia around you, which is to say I will not be able to trust you if this is the case even if it's for someone who's actually a danger to a community, like, actively.

Like, this ain't a moral stance or anything, it's a mental health thing. I see that you want to make your first point of contact into a crosshair on someone else I'm gonna be scared you're gonna aim at me next even if it's completely reasonable that you'd never find anything objectionable with me. It scares me and I'm gonna spend every interaction walking on egg shells around you cos what if you're digging for dirt, like, I got no way of knowing.

Anyway as the opening joke implies I don't see any worth in having a list of things to not interact with me over cos the lived experience on this planet is so full of nuance and I've formed deem friendships with people who'd probably have avoided me if I had a DNI and they cared about it.

I think DNIs are dumb but this feels like a space to talk about some general limits on what I'm gonna put up with on this website. I'm just here for a good time with other freaks, anything else is optional. If you want to drag me into your discourse at this point then I guess this is whre I ask you to Do Not Interact. To anyone else, I love yall <3

If you've been directed here after sending an ask my way please apologize for wasting my time [here]

tl;dr DNIs are dumb but don't drag me into your personal grievances with others.

this post is still specifically a6out tum6lr user Zelda dragongirltongue

#6aaah #last updated april 28

[melit0n]

EUCLID ANALYSIS.

Told you guys it was coming, didn't I? I apologise that this has taken a bit longer than expected, my mental health hit me like a bullet train, but I do hope it's sufficient.

Part one -> You're already here!

Part two -> Line by line analysis part 1

Part three -> Line by line analysis part 2

Part four -> Musical/intrumental notes

Part five -> The Night in Sleep Token

Part six -> Conclusion

Please note this is a general analysis. Although I do go into theories, both my own and others, this is just general thoughts. Also note when I speak of Vessel, I mean Vessel as a character, not the person, unless I specifically state so.

Tagline: @rilllvri @a-s-levynn @fivewholeminutes @euclidsvessel @tonguetyd @moonchild-in-blue @kkarmatic @branches-in-a-flood

+ Some people were worried about spam liking/reblogging the last time I did one of these big analysis posts, and I want to say please don't worry about that! I get happy when I see the same users pop up liking and reblogging my work, because it means you're interested in this enough to go through the whole thing. Feel completely free to add your own thoughts, correct any errors I've made etc. As per usual, my DMs are completely open to anybody wanting to discuss ST <3

Let's start off with the basics. ‘Euclid’ is the anglicised version of the Greek name Eukleídes (Εὐκλείδης), mainly known via the ancient Greek mathematician Euclid of Alexandria, who is seen as the ‘father of geometry’, and most famous for his work on symmetry. Its general definition is something or someone who is renowned and or glorious (A) and the lesser known definition is something that is a copy of the same (B) (taken from Euclid’s ideas on symmetry), which we’ll come back to in a bit.

However, there is another Euclid in history that we’ll be referencing; Euclid of Megara. This Euclid, similar to our mathematician, was an ancient Greek Socratic (having been a pupil of Socrates) philosopher. I’ll be taking part of a text out of his Wikipedia article since his ideas have been explained thoroughly there.

(we'll be coming back to him soon)

First off, this is an incredibly interesting choice of name for a song. Outside of someone's maths and philosophy class, this name doesn't exist to most, so the fact it's been chosen at all is intriguing.

Vessel has shown time and time again he enjoys sometimes elaborate references in his art, an example being chemistry and biology in TPWBYT (most notable would probably be ‘Telomeres’), so, I think it would be easy to say that, whether it be a reference to Euclid the Mathematician or Euclid the philosopher, that said reference is understood and intended by Vessel.

So, let's start with our mathematician, shall we?

What I find interesting about Euclid of Alexandria is that his life and existence outside of his work on geometry is almost completely unknown. There's almost nothing known of him, as a person, other than where he spent half of his career (Alexandria; Egypt, hence his title), where he may have studied (Platonic academy) and a general idea of when he lived (around 300BC). What is known about this insanely famous man who created the foundations of symmetry is incredibly barebones. People take Euclid at face value for his work, just like Vessel (both as an artist, and a character).

Further, we, as listeners, don't have much of an understanding of who Vessel is other than being a mouthpiece of a deity known as Sleep, someone once human now grasping at the threads of humanity and someone sharing some of his struggles in life (both with Sleep and unknown people). Like Euclid, he is barebones, we take him at face value; a vessel. He is both a mouthpiece for Sleep, a mouthpiece for his own emotions (obviously) and a mouthpiece for us. His experiences transcend being just his, due to his anonymity, therefore allowing us to connect and express our own experiences. It's music for the sake of music; expression.

Now, having talked through Euclid as a person, it's time to talk about Euclid and his symmetry. Symmetry in shapes is 'reflections, rotations, translations, and combinations of these basic operations. Under an isometric transformation, a geometric object is said to be symmetric if, after transformation, the object is indistinguishable from the object before the transformation- a copy of the same’. So, of course, this means shapes like squares, rectangles, parallelograms and circles. Circles are a representation of infinity, wholeness, unity and loops. What does Euclid do? Loop itself (starts and ends with B major, which also happens to be the same chord that TNDNBTG starts with), and loops the three albums together, musically and lyrically.

Now, onto Euclid of Megara.

Euclid was born in Megara, Athens and was a follower of Socrates (sneaking into Athens to hear him speak, and he was also present during his death). He is most known for his philosophy that good is the knowledge of simply being and that the opposite of good does not exist, aka evil. The Good is described to be a perfect, eternal, and changeless Form, existing outside space and time. A form of Heaven without a God.

This idea could be linked lore-wise with Sleep Token; Sleep could, in a way, be The Good literally. Bliss. Further, with the idea that there is no actual opposite of good, then how can anything be bad? How can Sleep, as a deity, have bad intentions if there is no actual evil?

So far, with these two notable figures in mind, we can perceive Euclid as one of two ways (and there are more ways to come). Euclid can be seen as quite literally being a form of symmetry; a parallel that Vessel lays his life on because it brings all of the produced albums, all of his stories, together. Or, we can think of Euclid as Vessel. This brings me to @euclidsvessel's post on their theory on Euclid; what if Euclid was Vessel’s name before he became a vessel?

The theory that Euclid could be Vessel’s old name is not only extremely insightful, but very plausible as well. They explained their points very well in their original post, and I don't want to repeat what they’ve already said, so I do implore you to go read that! It's not detrimental to needing to understand this post, but I highly recommend it. Despite this, I am here to both support their argument and bring my own comparison. Take a look at the cover art for Euclid:

Let me repeat the lesser-known definition of Euclid; a copy of the same. A clone. A replacement. Held in the right hand is the decapitated head of Vessel's old (2nd gen.) mask. Specifically, the one that covers his mouth; the version that relinquishes the most amount of humanity. The album art is a representation of change portrayed in a symbolically gory way. Beheading, depending on the era you’re working from, symbolises both vengeance as well as a form of purification. By cutting off the head, you remove any ‘unholy’ thoughts. It's also among one of the most horrific and humiliating ways of killing someone (since it was typically done publicly, and sometimes the heads were placed on spikes of battlements as a warning).

Furthermore, there's a theory that's popped up a couple of times, lore-wise, that Vessel is not the first person to be turned into a vessel of Sleep, and he certainly won't be the last. So, considering the literal album art illustrates a replacement of Vessel, I’d say that theory is pretty much confirmed. In conclusion, the album art can either be interpreted as how Vessel will eventually be discarded and replaced by another vessel, or how Vessel himself will change, for better or for worse; clawing out of his own skin to become “someone new”.

So, to compare the idea of Euclid being Vessel’s old name, and to create the third perception of what or rather, who, Euclid is, what if Euclid will be the eventual replacement for Vessel?

#I would like to mention that the idea of a 'Euclid class object's floated around Reddit theories for Euclid as well #said objects are 'anomalies that are either insufficiently understood or inherently unpredictable' #I didn't include this because it's from SCP and I thought it highly unlikely that it could be a refrence to that #but then again; a lot of the lyrics refrence hardware and un-understandable things so I thought I'd say something about it #masaive thank you to Nine for spurring me on to continue writing this and eventually post it with their theory post #just a very big thank you to everybody on ST Tumblr who post any analysis bits because you all inspire me #with that said #I hope these will be interesting for you all <3 #sleep token #st #mel's rambles #euclid #euclid sleep token #sleep token analysis #vessel #vessel sleep token #tmbte #sleep token tmbte #hiding in here that I felt a bit like Hamilton writing these #'John Jay got sick after writing five...James Madison wrote twenty nine...Hamilton wrote the oTHER FIFTY ONE' #apologies to anybody who reads that lmao

[starfirewildheart]

Chapter 5

Scars and Souvenirs 

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 1,568

Rating: some angst some fluff

(Personal note: real life has been kicking my ass lately and it's taking its toll. I struggled with this chapter. I hope it's OK. Also if you wanna chat about Henry, any of his characters, movies or even has out stories feel free to DM me.)

Sy laughed as his three year old niece gave Deb the third degree. Millie was completely enamored with Sy which he was so shocked by since he spent most of her life in the middle east but was incredibly grateful for it. 

"Why didn't ya bing mah unka Sy sooner. He coulda skeered da torm away?" Millie huffed at Debbie. She believed her Uncle Sy could fix everything, even bad weather.

"I'm sorry sweetie but he had to help your grandma with some stuff earlier," Debbie explained. Millie was the cutest little girl with blond hair and blue eyes and at three already had Sy's stubbornness and attitude. Seeing them together, Sy huge and Millie so tiny was cute but watching the big, bad, marine be bossed and pushed around by this tiny little girl was the most adorable thing ever.

"Why didn't you do it?" Millie pouted at Deb.

"Cause she didn't want me too. She wanted to spend time with Uncle Sy," She explained. 

"Why not?" Millie questioned. "You do it den Unka Sy be here wif me!"

"Cause she said she wanted him, not me" Deb shrugged. 

"Why?" She asked again.

"Stop bein stupid 'silly millie'." Amy and Mike's oldest kid, Robbie sneered. He was six and he thought little sisters were the worst. 

"Hey," Amy, Mike and Sy all said at the same time. "We don't call people stupid young man," Amy finished.

"Yea poopy head!" Millie stuck her tongue out at him.

"No ma'am," Sy shook his head. "You don't get to call him names either."

"Whhhhyyy?" She whined. "He is a poopy head!"

"Silly Millie, silly Millie," Robbie sang.

"Cause it's not nice," Sy explained while trying not to laugh. "But mostly because I said so." He pointed at Robbie. "That means you to."

"Otay," Millie nodded and played with the doll she had in Sy's lap.

"Fine," Robbie sighed.

Sy's phone rang and he looked at the screen before turning it to silent with a huff. Deb looked at him quizzically but before she could ask her phone rang. She looked at the screen and did the same thing Sy had done.

"What's going on?" Amy asked but just as she did her phone rang. "Hello?"

"Are they there?" Sara demanded.

"Hello to you too mom," Amy rolled her eyes as she excused herself to the kitchen for privacy. 

"Are they there?" She huffed again.

"Yes they are here. The storm was worse down their way and they couldn't get home. They were exhausted and not in any shape to be alone anyway."

"They were here but she decided I didn't need to have a discussion with my own son. She has no right to try to come between us. He's my son and I have a right to know what…"

"No you don't!" Amy yelled into her phone. "Yes, you are our mother but that doesn't give you the right to know every tiny detail of our lives. Whatever Sy went through over there we know it was awful and if he doesn't want to retell it or doesn't want us knowing then we should be ok with that. All that he needs from us is for us to love him just like he loves us. Is that not enough for you?" Amy was near breathless from her rant but when she heard the click of Sara's phone turning off her blood boiled and she growled rather loudly.

"Don't ruin your relationship with her because of me." Sy had stepped into the kitchen when he heard Amy's raised voice. "I don't know why she's being this way but she's dead set on knowing it all and I don't just don't think I can do it."

Amy hugged him. "You don't have to, Sy. If talking about what happened helps you I will gladly listen to every detail. I will continue to love you just the same if you never tell me anything that happened. You are my little brother." 

He walked over to the counter and leaned his hip against it, arms crossed over his chest. "I should just disappear.  It would make everyone's lives easier."

"You better not disappear! We need you," Amy insisted 

Millie came running into the kitchen ending their conversation.  "Unka Sy!" She ran up to him with her little arms in the air and he scooped her up.

"And what do you want?" He asked her as he tickled her and made her squirm and giggle.

"Come pay wif me!"

He sighed dramatically then flipped her upside. "I guess,  if I have to."  

They spent time playing with the kids before they had their dinner and got ready for bed both falling asleep after a story.

Once it was quiet Sy's mind started to go into hyper vigilance again and he was getting antsy. His eyes were darting to all the windows and doors searching for the enemy. When Amy came back downstairs and called them to the kitchen so they could all eat dinner Deb got an idea. "Amy, do you have any card games or board games?"

"I do!" She jumped up excitedly and went to gather them up.

"You did it now woman," Sy shook his head. "She loves playing games."

Deb held out her hand to him and tried to pull him up which was futile until he helped. "Games are a good distraction," She explained as she guided him toward the kitchen. Once he was in front of her she smacked his ass. "Woman?" She growled. 

He bit back a shocked squeak and spun on her quickly wrapping his arms around her and roughly squeezing her ass with both hands. "Yea, woman." There was a playfulness in his eyes as she reached back and swatted at his hands. "Mine", he growled deep in his chest as he pressed his forehead to hers.

"Only yours, always," She promised. He kissed her until she was breathless and leaning heavily against him. "Mmmm," She sighed contentedly.

"Found em," Amy held up the boxes triumphantly. 

Thirty minutes later they were deep into a game of 'Syverson rules Uno' which she learned ment the deck had three special make your own wild cards, one of which Sy made a draw 10 card and you could 'stack' draw cards. The first hand Debbie had to draw eight and Sy enjoyed that just a little too much. So now, about half way into the game, Debbie was in a fit of hysterical laughter, Amy was in tears from laughter, Mike was trying to hide his smile and Sy was cursing. "Biggest bunch of fuckin bullshit I've ever seen in my life." He grumbled. "You keep laughin'" he shook his finger at Deb. It only made her laugh so hard she snorted which led to Amy's hysterical laughter and poor Aika looking at them all like they were mad. "It's not that funny!" Sy huffed at his sister.

"You," gasp, "had to," snort, "draw," guffaw, "18!" Tears from laughter streamed down Amy's face.

He shook his head and glared at her before picking up a pretzel twist and throwing it at her head which Aika happily munched as soon as it hit the floor. "Play!" He growled. 

Deb tried to control her laughter but failed, earning her own pretzel to the head. "They're your rules Syverson! I'm just playing by them," she explained innocently. 

"Uh-huh," he nodded, giving her a look that was supposed to be of anger but he couldn't hide his grin. 

They continued to play games for a couple of hours before Deb noticed Sy starting to wear out. "I hate to end a fun time but I'm getting kinda tired. I think I'm ready to stretch out."

"Of course," Amy stood up and gave her a hug. "You know where everything is but if there is something you can’t find just let me know."

"Thank you again for letting us crash here," sis. 

"You know you're welcome here anytime. " She gave him a hug then shooed them off to bed.

~~~~♡~~~~

Deb made sure Aika had been walked then crawled into bed where Sy was already waiting. The coolness of the sheets was welcoming on her sore, aching body. She wasn't really sleepy but physically she was beyond exhausted. Sighing contentedly when Sy pulled her against his side she pressed a kiss to his chest. "You feeling better sweetheart? "

"Still not right but much better than earlier. I'm so sorry you have to go through this with me. You deserve so much better."

The sadness in his voice broke her heart. She raised up on her elbow and looked at him. "I'm sorry you have to go through it baby, that you went through any of it. You're wrong though. I don't deserve better because there is no one better."

He turned on his side and hugged her to him pressing a kiss to her head nearly purring as she ran her nails lightly up and down his back.

"Mine," She said softly.

"All yours sugar. Only yours."

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[millersdjarin]

I Only See Daylight

Chapter Ten

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: E

Chapter warnings/tags: past emotional & physical abuse, past arranged/forced marriage, panic attacks, trauma, cults, PTSD, hurt/comfort, angst, negative self-image & body image

Chapter length: 5.2k

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notes: helloooo ❤️ i've had a horrible week. i'm posting this early to make me feel better. so...surprise monday chapter! :) please heed the warnings for this one, as there are discussions of past emotional & physical abuse <3 nothing graphic, but it's there. always feel free to DM me if you want more details before reading! ❤️ but otherwise, enjoy, and thank you for being here as always!

threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it's morning now; it's brighter now

Just when you thought you’d finished panicking. 

Just when you’d resigned yourself to your fate.

You’re standing in the refresher door, staring at Mando as he stares right back, the threatening note held in his gloved hand. The writing on it is dark and messy, strikes fear in you just looking at it.

You still haven’t answered Mando’s question. He’s just staring at you. Waiting. Expecting some kind of explanation. 

Kriff. A million thoughts rush through your mind at once, rendering you unable to form words, your mouth opening and closing as you try your hardest to say something, anything. 

He only knows a little about your past. He doesn’t know the whole story. Not only is it now very clear that you lied to him when you said you wanted to visit Correlia merely for the fun, and that you were planning on leaving without telling him, but it’s also clear that someone was going to use Mando and his child to get to you. 

How is he ever going to forgive you for that? 

“Answer me,” Mando demands. “What is this?” 

Your vision is going blurry. Your head is spinning. You look at the paper, back to Mando, to the kid who’s standing at his feet. Back to the paper. 

You were going to leave, and he knows it.

They’re being used as a weapon against you, and he knows it.

“I’m sorry,” is all that slips past your lips, just barely a breath, barely loud enough for even yourself to hear. 

He steps closer.

You step backwards on instinct, heart rate rising fast. You almost stumble on the sink behind you. 

He stops, keeping his distance. For a tiny moment his free hand twitches towards you, like maybe he wants to reach out, close the distance between you in at least some way, but he hesitates. “Cyar’ika,” he says, and you immediately shake your head at the name, not wanting him to ever call you something soft again because you don’t deserve it—“I’m not mad at you,” he assures, soft all of a sudden. “Just breathe. I’m not angry with you, I promise.” 

Unblinking, you stare at the black of his visor. He says he’s not mad, but you bet the expression on his face says otherwise. 

You’d be mad. If he lied to you like that. 

You are mad, at yourself. Furious. That you ever thought coming with him was a good idea for any of you. 

His foot moves forward to take a step. You move even further back, pushing yourself into the corner of the fresher, your hands splaying on the wall on either side of you. 

“Hey,” Mando says, so gentle, “hey, look at me. It’s just me.” 

You’re panting for air. Your head spins, vision sliding side to side. Finally you blink, and a tear falls; it’s the breaking of the dam. 

Water pours from your eyes and down your cheeks, and your legs start to shake, the pain in your shoulder like fire with how hard you’re bracing yourself against the wall. You stare at Mando, into his visor, knowing him, trusting him. 

I trust him. 

It’s Mando.

He’s not going to hurt me, even if he is angry. 

“I—” you stammer through the strain in your throat. 

“You don’t have to be scared,” his voice sounds broken. You’ve never heard it quite like this. It cracks, tense like there are tears in his throat. Your suspicions are almost confirmed when you hear him sniff. “Please, Cyar’ika,” he holds out his free hand. Then, realising you’re still staring at the piece of paper in his other, he drops it. Like it doesn’t matter. Like it’s insignificant. Then, pleading, “Talk to me.” 

A sob forces its way out of you. 

You squeeze your eyes shut for a minute, trying harder than you’ve ever had to to bring yourself back to reality. To ground yourself in where you are, remind yourself that you’re safe, that you know Mando, and he knows you. 

“I’m sorry,” you say again. Because apparently it’s your favourite thing to say. 

“It’s alright,” he assures you in an instant. “You know it’s alright. You can stay in there as long as you want, but you don’t look very comfortable, so I can give you space, if that’s what you need,” he starts to step back, but somehow, from some instinct that even the panic attack can’t seem to squash, you reach out for him before he can move away. 

“No,” you beg him. “Please. Stay. Don’t—don’t go.” You’re leaving soon. You have to make the most of every minute with him. 

He nods. His hand is still outstretched to you, patient. 

You stare at it. 

“Talk to me,” he urges again, not even close to a demand. 

A few jittery breaths stab through your mouth and into your lungs. Something in him seems to weaken for a second, his body tilting closer to you, his shoulders tensing. You wonder if he wishes he could look right into your eyes. If he feels guilty that he can’t. 

He shouldn’t. You’ll take whatever he can give you. 

Which is why you reach out, your hand shaking so hard it seems more like muscle spasms, and place your palm against his. 

“I’ve got you,” he tells you, not moving to come closer, just giving you your space.

“C—Can we—” a few more shuddering breaths, “Can we sit down?” 

He nods. Gently, he pulls on your hand, and helps you step over the lip of the fresher doorway. As he walks with you over to a crate, he fishes Grogu’s silver ball out of one of his many hidden pockets, and leans down to hand it to him. “Hey, kid, you mind giving us a minute? Go play, we won’t be long, I promise.” 

The kid accepts the ball happily, and waddles over to the bed chamber, getting himself settled on Mando’s bed. The door closes behind him. 

You sit on the crate, and Mando sits beside you. You can’t even look at him. Your eyes stare straight ahead at the piece of paper sitting on the floor. The piece of paper that has ruined everything. 

Mando’s gloved hand reaches out, takes a gentle hold of one of yours, pulls it into his lap. “What happened?” He asks, smoothing his thumb over yours. 

You sniff. The tears have slowed, but now you just feel drained, every single ounce of strength you had left just gone. The strength you were going to have to use to leave. 

“I found it in my pocket when we got back,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. You can feel his gaze on you. 

“Do you know who wrote it?” 

“No idea. A ‘family friend’ could be any number of people.”

“Your family hurt you,” he says, something he already knows. “Is this the first time you’ve heard from them?” 

“Since I escaped, yes. I…knew there was a risk that someone out there could recognise me,” Gods, there’s that guilt in your stomach again, twisting worse than the knife wound in your shoulder. You look over at the door that the kid is behind. Because of you, he’s in danger. “I’m so sorry, Mando. I should never have left that planet. I put you in danger by coming with you; someone obviously knows who you are, knows that you’re valuable, that he’s valuable…they must have seen that I care about you, that they could use you—” you can’t. You actually can’t.

Mando can. “I don’t blame you for this,” he says. “Hey, I need you to hear me when I say that. Do you hear me? This is not your fault.” 

“But it is,” you whisper, and finally find the strength to look up at him, peering through his visor with tear-blurred eyes. “It is. I put you at risk.” 

He shakes his head. “I promised you my protection. I should’ve been more careful.” 

“It’s not like I made it easy. You didn’t even know who you were protecting me from.” 

For a second, he hesitates. “Who am I protecting you from?” 

Your eyes fall closed. You move your head away, hang it low towards your lap. “I told you my family hurt me,” you say. Where he’s pressed up next to you and holding your hand, you feel him nod. You can’t not tell him the truth now. He deserves to know. It’s not just your life that’s in danger anymore. “They have a…religion, of sorts. It’s a cult, really, a high-control group that makes them a lot of money, and therefore a lot of friends in bad places. Bounty hunters, for one. But not Guild members, just rogues. Crime syndicates, corrupt politicians…my family funds them, so that they gain power, influence, new members.” 

He’s quiet, listening intently. (He always listens.) 

“Escaping them would’ve been hard enough if I’d just been a regular follower. But because I was their daughter…their only daughter…” 

His hand in yours squeezes, and you feel him tense up, the muscles in his arms flexing beside you.

The next part feels like the hardest thing to confess. It was one of the worst things they did, but only one of. 

And, logically, you know it wasn’t your fault. You know that what they did to you was wrong, no questions, no ifs, no buts. But yet it fills you with such shame that it makes you want to hide from everyone forever. “I was betrothed to a man since the day I turned eighteen. He…was not a good man, and I didn’t love him. I fought against it for so long. And my family, they…” your voice chokes you, tears suddenly springing hot and painful in your throat. Your scars twinge on your skin. 

You can’t say it.

All you can say is, “They did everything they could to make sure no one else would ever want me.” 

You hear Mando’s breathing hitch. 

You can’t even look at him. 

“What did they do?” He asks, tentative, like he isn’t sure he wants to know. (You don’t blame him; he’s right, he doesn’t want to. No one would want to.)

Unable to stretch your dwindling strength far enough to be able to say it, you shake your head. “Sorry,” you whisper. “I can’t…”

“It’s alright,” he squeezes your hand. “I know this is hard.” Then, he lifts your joined hands, and presses them to the place his lips are beneath the helmet. You can almost feel his kiss, a ghost on your skin. “I’m sorry, Cyar’ika.” 

“No, I’m sorry…” 

“For what?” 

“For bringing my shit into your life. You didn’t—you didn’t know what you were taking on. The daughter of cult leaders who would do anything to get her back.” 

“Do they want you back so that you can marry that man?” 

“Sort of. That’s part of it. I was supposed to be their biggest success; the perfect example of the cult’s values and lifestyle. But when I escaped, I was seen as their biggest failure. They lost credibility. People started doubting it; if their daughter, of all people, will fight against all hell to escape, why would others want to join?” 

He nods. “Makes sense. Sounds like you did more than just yourself a favour by leaving. You saved other people from it, too.” 

You laugh mirthlessly. “Yeah, except now they’ve found me again, and I have to go back.” 

He pulls your hand away from his helmet, puts it back in his lap so he can turn to look right at you. “What?” 

You stare at him, wide-eyed. “I…yeah, I…well, I have to go, don’t I? You read the note. I was going to leave, I thought…I thought you figured…” 

“I did,” he says, somehow with a look more intense than ever, like the helmet isn’t even there, “but now that I know, now that you don’t have to hide it, you’re not going.” 

“Mando…I have to.” 

“No, you don’t.” 

“If I don’t, they’ll never stop following me. You know how much attention you draw when you go literally anywhere; as soon as the bastard who wrote that note tells my family who I’m with, there will be nowhere we can go without being recognised. They’ll put out bounties for all three of us.” 

He shrugs one shoulder, like it’s no big deal. “It’s nothing I’ve not had before,” he says. 

Incredulous, you scoff. “Mando! Did you not hear what you said to me this morning? You’ve only just started this new life for the kid. Free of running, of danger, of the Empire. You can’t go back to that; you can’t let him go through all of that again just for me!”

“Just for you?” He repeats, and you can hear the frown in his voice, “There is no just you. You’re not just anything.” 

Words that were ready to come out suddenly halt, stopping before they reach your tongue, crawling away back down into your lungs. 

He stares at you. “I won’t just let you go,” he says. Your heart lurches painfully, mixing with the warmth that he brings to your chest, creating a strange mix of peace and terror that you’re not sure what do do with. “I won’t.” 

“Mando…I can’t drag you back into a life of running. I can’t.”

“I promised you my protection. You told me there were people after you; I knew the risks.” 

“You didn’t know them like you do now,” you point out. Your heart is racing. You want so badly to let him do this for you, to give in, to hold him and ask him to never let you go, to never let them take you. But it’s not that simple. “These people will not stop. They only didn’t come for me before before because I picked a planet in the middle of nowhere, and I stayed there. I didn’t move. But now I’ve come out into the light, and I’m with the most distinctive man and child in the Galaxy.” 

“I’m sorry…” 

“Gods, no, don’t apologise,” you almost laugh again, out of sheer disbelief that he is the one saying sorry, “I put you in danger. I brought people who will chase you. You fought so hard to find freedom, Mando.” 

“So did you,” he counters. “I won’t let you give up your freedom for us. It would break the kid’s heart, Cyar’ika. It would…it would break my heart,” he confesses, quietly, the sincerity in his voice so heavy that for a second it almost sounds like there’s no modulator between you. “If you left.”

Tears well on the edges of your eyes, sting in your nose. “Mando…” 

He surprises you, then, by leaning in and pressing his forehead to yours. You wonder if his eyes are closed or open, drinking in your closeness or looking right at you. “Cyar’ika,” he says, whispers. Then, bringing up his spare hand, he places it so gently on your chin, and confusion breaks its way through the chaos when he says, “Din Djarin.” 

“I—what?” 

“My name,” he says, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone. “My name is Din Djarin.”

Oh. 

Oh. 

“Your—your name,” you stammer, pulling back just a little to look into his visor. Something sparks in your heart. You can’t name it. It’s even bigger, even brighter than the warmth you’ve grown so used to. “Din?” 

He softens. Melts. Leans in, gently placing his palm against your cheek, your forehead brushing against the beskar of his. “Say it again,” he requests quietly. 

“Din,” you say, because you’d do anything he asks, you always would have— “Din.” 

A huff of laughter comes through his helmet. It sounds disbelieving, joyful even in the midst of the heartache. 

“Why did you tell me that?” 

“Because I need you to know,” he says, “that you are a part of my life now. A part of ours, me and the kid. And we are not just going to let you go because some shabuir threatened us.” 

Your breath catches in your throat, hitching up into a little sob that you try to resist. Reaching up your hand, you place it on the sharp line of the helmet’s cheek, smoothing your thumb over the tail of the visor’s shape. “I can’t let them hurt you, or chase you,” you say. 

He shakes his head. “And I can’t let them take you. You really think I’d let you go back to a life like that?” 

You tilt your head, kiss the palm of his glove. “I mean…I was kind of going to leave without you knowing…” 

“You really thought I wouldn’t notice? That I wouldn’t come after you?” 

Heavily, you swallow. Gaze so deeply into his visor that you hope he can see inside your soul. You’d let him. You want him to. Right now, despite everything, you want him to. “Din…” you say. 

He sighs softly, like the sound of his name in your voice is music to his ears. “I’ve got you,” he says. “You don’t have to do things alone anymore.” 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you…” 

“I’m not mad at you,” he assures you softly, “I’m just asking you to talk to me. If something like this ever happens again, Cyar’ika, please come to me. You know I’ll keep you safe—both of you. Whatever it takes.” 

You can’t quite get over the fact that he’s willing to sacrifice everything he’s fought so hard for for you. You’re just a passenger, a hitchhiker. Up until now, a tiny part of you had still thought that he was only taking you travelling because he felt he owed you after you helped him. 

“I can’t ask that of you,” you whisper, still feeling the need to protest. 

“You’re not asking,” he says. “But I’m asking something of you right now.” 

“Anything.” 

“Close your eyes,” he requests, gently bringing up both of his hands, laying his thumbs so softly on your eyelids. Your stomach leaps with anticipation when you do as he asks, closing your eyes and hearing the gentle hiss of his helmet releasing from his head. You expect him to tilt it up again, to guide your head down to the strange angle he’d managed to find for you to kiss him before. 

But then, you hear the soft thud of the helmet on the hull floor.

His hands are back on your face in a second, though they don’t move you to that angle, they just hold you, his fingertips gently tracing down the curve of your jaw. 

You gasp, hold your hands up in the space between you. “Can I?” 

“Please.” 

Carefully, you find his face, placing your palms on each cheek. And, shit. Fuck.

His face is right there in front of you. His whole face. 

You can feel the entirety of his facial hair, the moustache above his lip, the thicker bits over the sides of his jaw. Knowing he’s looking at you is excruciating and the hottest thing you’ve ever known. You have to strain to keep your eyes closed, force yourself not to open them, knowing that he’s just right there and all it would take to see his face is to open them once, to slip up just once—

But you don’t. You won’t. 

Instead, you let your hands do the seeing for you. 

They find his hairline. It goes over his forehead, a full head of hair beyond it, short and wavy. Wavy. Probably curly, if he grew it out. A gasp escapes your lips as you gently slide your fingertips over his head and through his locks, all the way down to the back of his neck.

He sighs. You feel it against your lips, warm and sweet. “Cyar’ika…” 

“Kiss me,” you request, using your hands now on his jaw to bring his face right up to yours, so close that his nose presses against the side of yours—“please.”

He does. 

And it’s not like the first time. 

He’s not hesitant, not testing the waters. 

He dives in. Breathing in a heavy breath as his lips crash against yours, he holds your jaw on either side, tilting your chin right up into him, your lips slotting together all hot and wet and beautiful. He’s still got his gloves on, but his skin is so hot that you can feel it, even though he’s moving his hands all over your cheeks, through your hair, over your neck. 

You do the same to him. Feeling him, your mind coming up with a blurry mental image of his face, mapping his features out like a picture book. Your thumb runs over the hair on his chin, nails digging in a little. When he moans softly against you, you can’t help the moan that escapes your own throat, and you run your nails over his scalp from front to back. 

One of his hands moves away from your face, and disappointment is about to hit you before you realise he’s moving it to hold you, pressing it against the spot between your shoulder blades, his fingers splayed wide over your jacket. His cowl bunches nicely into your fist and you use it to pull him closer even though the laws of physics don’t allow.

His lips are so hot, slick as they move against your own, catching your lip between both of his over and over again. It’s not as messy as you’d expected, to kiss him so fast, so urgently. He sucks at your mouth, pushing and pulling, going with your movements but also taking you along with his. 

Your hand remains on his cowl, comfortable with how it holds him there, and the other makes a fist in his hair, pulling lightly because you don’t know when you’ll get to do this again; when he’s going to take his helmet off for you like this. If. 

So you kiss him like it’s the last time. Because of that, the unknown of when it will happen next; and because you thought you’d never get to do this again.

He hums into your mouth, a pleasured, “Mm…” and it sends a shock of heat between your thighs. 

He’s holding you with both hands now, one still on the top of your back, the other sliding around your waist. He grabs your jacket in his fist. You hear the squeak of leather against leather. 

It seems too soon when he breaks away for air. He holds you close, pushing his nose into your cheek, panting against your mouth. You don’t pull back, because if you do, your eyes might open on instinct. 

Slow, he moves from your waist to your cheek, then ghosts his gloved finger over your lips. “Fuck,” he says, and there’s that heat again. Right between your legs. 

“Din,” you whisper, because now that you know his name, you don’t think you can ever stop saying it. “That was…fuck.” 

“Mm,” he nods. “Yeah. I—Mesh’la…” 

You lift your hand from his cowl, instead stroking at the side of his face. 

“It didn’t work,” he says. 

Um. “What?” Worry strikes your stomach. Did he not like that? Did you do something wrong? Have you touched his face too much—

“Whatever they did to you, to make it so that no one would want you,” he explains further, his voice low and husky right against your mouth, “it didn’t work.” 

The worry is replaced with something else. Not a sharp stab of fear, but something worse, something simmering in the depths of your belly. “Din…you don’t know what they…” 

He shakes his head. His hand is decisive on the back of your neck, anchoring you to him. “It didn’t work,” he declares. “I want you. You have no idea how badly I want you.”

You don’t have it in you to argue. You can’t. Not after that kiss. Not after everything. 

Instead, your mind goes to other problems currently at hand, the more pressing ones. Din is still pressed against you, holding you like you’re something precious, like he never wants to let you go. The feeling is so very mutual. 

His thumb taps at the corner of your eyes. “I’m sorry,” he says, then, “can you keep them closed while I…?”

“Don’t be sorry,” you tell him, nuzzling your nose against his. You feel his moustache brushing against your lips. You’d let him kiss you until it marked you for hours afterwards. Until the hairs hurt your skin. “What you’ve given me is more than enough.” 

He kisses you again. Just once. “You, too,” he whispers. Then pulls away, and you wait until you hear the hiss of his helmet before you open your eyes. Despite not being able to see his face, the sight of him warms you from the inside out.

You smile, reaching out to put your hand on the beskar over his cheek. Then, your eyes slide over to the piece of paper that’s still sitting there on the floor. “What do we do?” You ask, hopelessness creeping back into your stomach. 

“We have twenty four hours until that hut’uun tells your family,” he says. “We come up with a plan.”

“Hoo-toon?” You repeat the Mando’a word with a curious frown. 

“It’s the worst possible insult to a Mandalorian. A coward.” 

A smile twitches at your lips. You run your hand down his shoulder, reaching for his hand. “What’s the best possible compliment?” 

“Why do you ask?”

“It’s what I should call you.” 

He sits up a little straighter, his hand squeezing yours. “Cyar’ika…” 

“I mean it,” you insist. 

“I know you do.” 

For some reason, that hits. “Good,” you whisper, then lean up to press a long kiss to his forehead. Then, “Let’s plan.” 

-

Your suggestion to use you as bait to lure the ‘hut’uun’ out of hiding is immediately shut down by Mando.

And, honestly, yeah. It does seem like asking for trouble.

“So we use all of us as bait,” you suggest instead. 

“How?” Mando is sitting in the pilot’s chair, facing you where you sit in the co pilot’s, with Grogu in your lap. 

“We run. Or, pretend to run. Let them follow.” 

“You said it’ll be your family who follow,” he points out. “Not just the guy who’s blackmailing you.” 

You chew your lip. “Yeah. They’re no army, but they have every way of getting an army to chase us.” 

“It’s nothing new…” 

“We can’t, Mando.” It’s still taking some getting used to, knowing his name. In fact, you haven’t really had time to process the fact that he told you his name. That’s such a huge part of him, something he keeps so secret, so close to his chest. You’re so honoured by it that you don’t have the emotional space to deal with it right now. The weight of it. The crushing need to tell him Thank you for the rest of your life.

“I’ve outrun armies before. Maybe we go lay low somewhere before the day’s up. Find a way to clear our trail before they even start to follow us.”

“Won’t people recognise you wherever you go?” 

“Not if we go somewhere in the Outer Rim.” 

You raise an eyebrow. “Isn’t that exactly the kind of place that will recognise you? It’s full of the kinds of people who my family will hire.” 

“People might know me there,” he says, “but that’s the point. They know who I am, and what I do. They know I’m dangerous.” 

“They know that if they fuck around, they’ll find out?” You suggest, smirking. 

He chuckles. He’s sitting in that way again, with his legs spread, his hands on his thighs. You’re staring to wonder if he does it on purpose. Just to get to you. “Exactly. I can think of some places we can lay low. Places that don’t ask questions. I can call on some contacts.”

“What kind of contacts?” 

“I’ve got all sorts of them,” he tilts his helmet a bit, like he’s smirking, showing off. 

“Oh, you do, huh?” You raise a teasing eyebrow. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” he says, his voice dipping lower. 

You frown. “Like what?” 

“Not in front of the kid,” he says. 

You genuinely don’t know how you’re looking at him. Well, actually, you can guess. When he sits like that, and puts that challenge in his tone, that quirk of his helmet… “Din,” you say, feigning confidence, “don’t be gross. Not in front of the kid.” You tease him.

He hitches up one of his legs just a little. “He knows what you’re saying, you know.” 

“With my eyes?” 

“Your words.” 

You look down at the kid, who’s thoroughly disinterested in what you’re saying, too busy playing with his beloved ball. “I’m sure he does. He’s clever.” 

“Too clever,” Din grumbles. 

“So, are we doing this?” You ask, propping up your foot on the edge of Din’s seat, gently pushing one of his legs out the way. 

He puts his gloved hand on the top of your boot. “Yes. If you’re on board.” 

“I am. I trust you, whatever you think is best. Outer Rim, then?” 

“Yes. But it’s going to take three day rotations to get where we’re going.” 

“At light speed?” 

“It’s the only way we can avoid being tracked. The hut’uun knows my ship; it’s one of a kind. Once the twenty-four hours are up, if he’s telling the truth, he’ll tell your family, and we’ll be hunted. Our best bet is to lay low for a while, figure out a long-term plan.” 

You let out a long, slightly shaky breath. You look away from him, feeling familiar guilt twisting at you. 

“Don’t do that,” he says, soft.

“You’re bossy today,” you grumble, not looking at him. “And don’t do what? I’m just sitting here.”

“No,” he says, sitting forward, leaning in closer to you. “You’re feeling guilty. I know that look.” 

“It’s me they’re after,” you say quietly, absently looking at the kid, but not really looking at him. Your mind is elsewhere. “Are you sure you don’t just want to use me as bait, and take the guy out?” 

He pulls on your foot, suddenly, jerking it further onto the chair so that you look up at him on instinct. “No,” he says, final. “Absolutely not. I’d rather run for the rest of my life.” 

You swallow, heavy, staring at him with wide eyes. Then, in a whisper, “Okay.”

“Okay?” 

“Okay.” 

“Good,” he lets go of your foot, but gently pushes it from his seat before he turns back around to the control panel, looking out at the vast space in front and around you. “We’ve got enough on board to get us through a few days. But when we get where we’re going, we’ll need to get supplies.” 

“Where are we going?” 

He flicks a few switches, punches in coordinates. Before you know it, the stars are turning to blurs in the inky blackness, then zooming into one big, blue, flashing kaleidoscope. Hyperspace. Mando sits back in his chair, then looks at the kid. “Tatooine,” he answers.

Oh, great. 

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Shabuir - much hated person or thing.

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[impish-ivy]

Nightbringer Lesson 17 spoilers

I’m going to be honest this does not make Asmo look good, like at all.

Let me first clarify that I don’t hate Asmo, and I do not condone the way Solomon forged his pact with him. Asmo is great and Solomon was absolutely in the wrong for how he forged a pact with him.

That being said, the fandom’s reaction is both overblowing and minimizing what actually actually happened.

I will be talking about sexual harassment and assault. If that makes you uncomfortable then please don’t read further. Fictional anime men aren’t worth your mental health and wellbeing.

None of what is being said is to demean or insinuate either Asmo or Solomon is worse than the other or that your own feelings on said character(s) is wrong.

I’m going to be honest, it was upsetting seeing so many people gloss over the implications of this interaction and Asmo’s actions.

This is sexual harassment.

Asmo is sexually harassing Solomon in these screenshots. Solomon is clearly uncomfortable and no, Asmo being drunk and upset isn’t an excuse. Asmo, even when intoxicated, is responsible for the way his actions affect others.

Let me make it clear, just because Asmo was sexually harassing Solomon does not give him the right in any way to forge a pact without his consent and it’s still wrong.

There’s also a heavy implication that Amso used his charming powers on this random human. Which is gross. People don’t say stuff like “I love you” to someone they‘ve just met. It’s very likely that’s why the priest/sorcerer chased him off. This was not a consensual encounter.

People talk about how icky this scene makes Solomon look but Asmo says/does icky things as well. I felt icky reading it.

Asmo even tries to seduce Solomon, and while we don’t know what he would’ve made Solomon do, it would obviously be against his consent. Asmo has tried to use his powers to seduce MC, and depending on your interpretation, Helene as well.

The tags are full of people (rightfully) discussing how wrong Solomon was and how unfair it was to Asmo to take advantage of him while intoxicated. But I think we also need to talk about how wrong Asmo is for trying to seduce humans against their will, to seemingly boost his own ego.

This is my issue here. What both of them did is wrong. But we’re only focusing one of their wrongs. By collectively ignoring what Asmo has done, we would be condoning it. And it shouldn’t be condoned. It genuinely felt like people didn’t care because they didn’t like Solomon and not because they actually cared about consent.

Obviously I’m not trying to imply Asmo is some predator, that feeds into very disgusting stereotypes about queer men that I want nothing to do with. Asmo is a sweetheart but if we’re gonna call out how icky Solomon we should also call out how icky Asmo was.

Both of them have moved on, we should to.

@melody-ruskin has a really good in-depth discussion about Solomon here, it was released before lesson 17 but it is incredibly well written and is definitely worth a read. I can’t recommend it enough!

Please feel free to disagree with me, share your thoughts, or even post your own counter arguments. Having open and honest discussions is integral to a welcoming and toxic-free fandom environment. My dms are open to anyone.

#obey me nightbringer #obey me nightbringer spoilers #obey me shall we date #obey me Asmo #obey me solomon #obey me spoilers #obey me discussion #this post is not to single out one individual or make anyone feel ashamed for their own opinions #this is genuinely how I feel and how I interpreted this scene #I just think it’s important that we acknowledge Amso’s wrongs as well #this was written up yesterday so if anything doesn’t make sense that’s in part why #I glad we’re now addressing it because it felt very….icky we were

[mckinlily]

Um, okay this is a loaded question, and if you want to play it safe, you can answer me in DMs, but...I personally feel that there's something wrong about how VLD placed Keith in the lead. In a way, I can see him becoming Black Paladin, but Shiro...it feels more natural to me, it feels right that Shiro is Black Paladin. I'm not into VLD beyond Shiro, Keith's parents, and the Lions personally, but I know someone who loves it and makes good points about Keith as a leader, but something just isn't aligning for me. Maybe it's because Shiro and Keith are two radically different archetypes, and they got swapped when they shouldn't have, I don't know.

I came here because I saw one of your post S2 rewrites, and I appreciated it. So, again, feel free to answer me in DMs (if you have problems DM-ing me, let me know and I'll fix it for you) if you don't mind discussing this with me.

As a final note, I'm not trying to hate any particular character. They're all fine on their own, and I don't want to treat one as worse than the other. I just want to figure out this problem I'm having with Shiro and Keith.

Thank you for reading this, and take care.

You came to the right blog! Because I adore Keith and believe he certainly has qualities that could make him a good leader—and absolutely hate him as the Black Paladin.

The thing I never understood about Voltron fandom debates about who should be the Black Paladin is that they always seem based in the idea that because Shiro is a leader and the Black Paladin, that means the Black Paladin is the ONLY leader on the team.

It is worth noting that that premise was disproven in episode one. It was Allura who made the final call on whether the paladins should run or stay and fight Sendak, and Shiro explicitly bowed to her authority. From then on, Shiro and Allura both lead Team Voltron until the show decided to destroy their characters, accepting influence and trading responsibilities depending on which one of them fit the situation at hand. Typically, Allura functions more in a commander and diplomat role and Shiro is more of a field officer, but they both pick up the lead where needed.

I know you didn't bring up Allura, but I think it is vital she is included in any conversation about leadership in Voltron. She is introduced as THE princess of an entire planet, she has more knowledge and experience of the intergalactic landscape than any of the other characters, she's been set up to be a leader since birth, and she IS the leader of Team Voltron for two whole seasons. Shiro makes it VERY clear he considers her to outrank him.

So the question you have to ask any time you consider replacing Shiro as Black Paladin: why NOT Allura? If the Black Paladin is the "best leader", why are you skipping over the one character already established and thriving in a leadership role? (And then you have to ask yourself if that character being a Black woman has anything do with that.)

Now I do think there are ways narratively you could answer that question. For instance, if you keep the Lions as sentient beings, that means they can make choices—including wrong ones. For instance, for a time when I believed anything might be salvaged after season 3, my head canon for Black choosing Keith was that Keith was the one missing Shiro as intensely and desperately as Black in that moment. Therefore, the choice was not about Keith being "better" but rather them being at the same place emotionally and that allowing the bond. The major problem with the Lion swap in canon is that we're given NO reason for Keith to be Black Paladin besides "plot device said so". Especially when we have Allura right there. It's just bad writing.

(By the way, you don't have to be pro-Black Paladin Allura. There's nuance to be had, and I personally am actually more One True Black Paladin!Shiro. But you can't just dismiss her--a capable and proven leader--from the conversation. Erasing her character is not the answer.)

ANYWAY. Back to Keith. Or rather, leadership on Team Voltron. Thing is, there are many different WAYS to be a leader. We already touched on the differences between Allura and Shiro. Keith does a good job of making split second decisions in battle or calling shots if Shiro is incapacitated or somehow separated. If you're in the middle of a fight, the plan has gone to shit, and the team just got separated, Keith is great at telling people what to do and mobilizing because something needs to get done NOW.

But that's not the only way to lead. Keith, for instance, is terrible at pep talks. He misses a lot of the nuances going on between him and his teammates off the battlefield. He doesn't plan ahead, like, ever. Sure he's great at making up stuff on the fly, but sometimes you need a plan.

But it's not just Keith. For instance, when Shiro, Lance, and Pidge go on the mission to rescue Slav, it's Pidge who calls all the shots. Is that not leadership? Pidge is often the one telling people what they need to do to solve technical problems. She's a center for information, typically the one collecting it, organizing and interrupting it, and then instruction others based on her conclusions. We see her take point on a mission, give orders to her teammates, coordinate efforts, problem solve in real time and relay a new plan in order to navigate unexpected challenges. Why not argue PIDGE should be the leader?

And there's when they freed the Balmera and Hunk took the lead. That mission was more challenging, but I'd argue in that arc, Hunk's leadership mattered less in terms of orders and more in terms of determining what type of team they'd be. Hunk was ADAMANT they free the Balmerans and set a tone for the team where they didn't leave suffering people behind. Hunk set up a moral imperative for the team that they'd be lesser without.

And Lance! There's actually lots to say about Lance and his strengths and types of leadership. But it's easy to point out that Lance is the one initiating fun and team bonding outside of battle. And when you're operating a giant robot held together by emotion connection, that's pretty dang important!

Point is, they're ALL leaders. They all have the capability to take point when needed. We SEE them all take charge at different points of the show.

So what's the Black Paladin then? If Shiro's The Leader then what does that mean? And this is the cool part! Because you know what Shiro is really really good? Know who else to put in charge. He's the one who first acknowledges Allura as an authority because he sees she has knowledge and experience he and the others do not. He selects which paladins to go together on which missions based on their strengths and the situations. He steps back and lets Pidge or Lance or Hunk call the shots if they're in an area of their expertise. Shiro's job isn't to tell people what to do. It's to decide who to put in charge of what and place them in best position for success.

There's another aspect of Shiro's leadership that is supporting his teammates, offering comfort, teaching, and giving the kids something solid they can believe in so they don't have to care the full weight of the war. But like letting others take charge where they shine, Shiro's leadership is all about enabling those he leads. One of my favorite Shiro lines is "It's too dangerous—I'm coming with you." Shiro's goal is never control. He is support. He leads the paladins because he sees the best in them and helps them reach it.

Narratively, also, Shiro is just set up to be the Black Paladin. The parallels between himself and the Black Lion are too obvious. From both being controlled and abused by Zarkon to Shiro's missing arm and Black's mission bayard. It's a kid's show. The symbolism isn't all that subtle. And if that weren't enough, we literally get an entire episode A plot in Space Mall about it where Shiro literally fist fights Zarkon for the Black Lion and in the end, he wins because he makes it clear it's the Black Lion's choice and trust.

Remember when I said the problem with Keith in the Black Lion in canon is that we're never given an explanation beyond "because I said so"? We're shown repeatedly why the Black Lion chooses Shiro. Even before we meet most the Lions, the other paladins themselves choose Shiro as their leader when Lance asks him if they should go through the wormhole. We repeatedly see Shiro seek to understand the Black Lion better, and Black responding. We see the similarities between their situations and backstories. We see them bond.

And I think this is really important because when Shiro is in the Black Lion, it's not about him being "in charge." It's about his relationship with the Black Lion. Yeah, of course, the other paladins are leaders! And they should be! But none of them have Shiro's relationship with the Black Lion. In this narrative, the Black Lion isn't a prize to be won but a relationship to nurture, and Shiro has put in the work for that relationship.

Which is really important because it means the Lions aren't a hierarchy. The Black Paladin is one role, an important role in Voltron, but no more important than any of the others. "The Leader" is not the most important person in the room. Instead, Shiro is a facilitator who enables all the others to perform their roles better.

Also can I just remind everyone just how well the Red Lion fits Keith? The paladin who keeps throwing himself out airlocks get the Lion most likely to go AWOL and fly off to save him. Keith defends his friends and team by attacking first and asking questions later, and Red started destroying a planetary body to get to Keith. The kid with abandonment issues gets the Lion who doesn't hesitate a second to go after him. And even the way they're shown to bond—that it's so physical and based in action rather than words—it's so Keith. I freaking love Keith as the Red Paladin. He gets to be as chaotic and free as he was always meant to be and gets a Lion who meets him every step of the way.

But if you say, no, Keith should be the Black Paladin. Well. What about Red wasn't working? Why was that role not one Keith fit in? Because from my reading of canon, Keith was thriving in Red. He got a secure attachment to his favorite person in the world, he gets the freedom to fly while also being part of something bigger, and he's making friends. It's still in its beginning stages, but he's figuring out how to bond with Lance, Hunk, and Pidge and you get the sense these are a kind of friendships he's never experienced before. But you know what could kill that really fast? Making him The Leader, a position that inherently sets him apart from the rest.

This is actually a problem twice over for Keith because unlike Shiro, who is shown to be given his role voluntarily by everyone around him and repeatedly shows he's earned that trust and respect, Keith is basically thrown into the Plot Device Machine and gets a t-shirt that says YOU'RE THE LEADER NOW. And we never get a reason beyond that.

This is actually my biggest problem season 3 and the Lion Swap. Because as soon as they made that choice, the Lions became a hierarchy. But what other explanation do we have? Keith won Favorite Character status got "prompted" to Black Paladin. But as soon as Black Paladin is a promotion, that makes the other paladin roles inferior. Red becomes the "second in command". So Lance get prompted but can never be equal to Keith. Allura gets the "Training Wheels" Lion/Blue, and they didn't have to write that as a massive demotion, but they sure did anyway. Hunk and Pidge are no longer leaders because they aren't in the "Leader" Lions.

It makes me so mad. One of the things I loved first about Voltron was the message of equality and servant leadership. The idea that a leader (represented by Shiro) is someone who elevates and enables everyone else. A recognition for the more "feminine" types of leadership—nurturing, compassion, emotional support. Which support roles are seen as vital and just as if not more important than being the "boss."

But we only got two seasons of that before they pulled the rug out and said, "Nope. We're returning back to patriarchy." Suddenly the Lions were in a strict chain of command, one character was the boss and the rest were his subordinates. There was a top position and a bottom position, and the characters were all fighting over each other. Perhaps most damningly, the Lion lost all personality and agency and become trophies to symbolize a character's power. And I'm not saying they're an accidental representation of how women are treated in Western media but I MEAN. It's right there.

My response when anyone says "[X] character should be the Black Paladin!" is—Why? Is their connection with the Black Lion deeper than Shiro's? Do they have more in common with Black than Shiro does? What could they achieve or obtain as the Black Paladin that they couldn't where they currently are?

And, though I don't think most of us realize it, the answer to that last one is power. Because we're soaked in patriarchy and a certain portrayal of "leadership (derogatory)" that many fans automatically assumed the Black Paladin HAD to be in control of and have power over the other paladins. So of course you want your favorite character to be the Black Paladin! You don't want your self-insert to be inferior!

But that's all the patriarchy talking. The other paladins are NOT inferior. There is NOT a hierarchy of types of people. Keith doesn't have to have Shiro's role because he's already equal as Keith.

Keiths look different from Shiros, but they're all equal and valuable as they are. Same goes for Lances, Hunks, Pidges, and Alluras. The whole point is they're stronger together. Their differences make them BETTER.

So yeah. Of course, Keith has some good leadership qualities. There's plenty of situations where it only makes sense for him to take the lead. But why on earth does he need to be the Black Paladin to do that? He's already Keith!

#voltron: the legendary salt mine #thanks for the ask! #oh gosh this got so long #would you believe this is the SHORT version? #I have a LOT of feelings about leadership and patriarchy and how it shows up in voltron #i didn't even get to go into hunk and lance's roles #and how they deserve so much more respect and appreciation than they receive #hunk especially #if you're somehow not sick of me and want to chat more feel free to dm #or hit my inbox and i'll answer with another monster probably #mckinlily writes #long post #could i use a read more? yes #will i? unfortunately for everyone no

[the-npd-culture-is]

Nice blog you got there cherri

ok so i have like fifteen other asks but i need to address this first because it's been an issue for nearly a month now and these anons tried to find my main and did what i think was an attempt at doxing me.

this is a post to spread awareness to my followers, despite the person concerned not being aware that i'm doing this at this moment (i will tag them and DM them about it soon). long post, but important.

i may reblog this with additional info in the future, so if you feel this gives limited information check the reblogs or comments.

these anons tried scarying me off of running my blog by constant harassment for days straight, which thankfully stopped as i ended up blocking them. as you can see they ended up bypassing my block or asked someone from another account to continue the harassment and attempts at inducing fear. frankly, what this is causing me is anger as im not the only one involved in this unfortunately.

one of the first hate anons on this blog was a spam of four or more anons asking me if i was the person the anon im replying to is mentioning here. i didn't think much of it as they came with another roughly dozen of hate anon spam which (surprise surprise/s) disappeared in its entirety once i blocked one of them. meaning a single person was harassing me.

i ended up contacting the person these anons were thinking i was, and decided to not reply to the first batch of hate, as first they had the url fully typed out in the ask and I didn't want to expose the person concerned, and second I didn't want to bother any of my followers with one salty hater. they were as weirded out as me that they got involved into this without any logical link between my main, their main, or this sideblog, asides from the fact that they were one of the handful of people that supported me early on and even accepted in dms to share my blog to a discord server (a small one, but they were excited about my blog and asked if i was ok with them sharing it and i said ok).

i had asked them to not make a callout post on their own blog about this nor to go and harass anyone. which they didn't. additionally, i sent them screenshots of the hate anons and explained to them that i didn't want to put their blog url publicly by answering the anon as I felt it was a safety issue. but they insisted that they didn't mind it and that if i changed my mind about the whole issue and decided to go public i would.

so here's their url -> @cherrifruiti (they're getting free promo lol, hopefully it balances out the harassment and targeting they went through. they're an artist and honestly good friend. we bonded more over this. go check them out)

the insistence of this anon on trying to find my main was confusing to me at first. i did not choose to remain anonymous on here for privacy reasons, hell, not even safety reasons. i deal with worse bullshit on main than here. i wanted this blog mainly to have an anonymous moderator as a way to leave space for the community voices. i felt like a faceless blog was a more welcoming environment than having the baggage of a whole person, moral alignments, blend into a space that's catered towards a specific goal and discussion. which to be fair was a huge hit for my ego. id love to share my full identity with y'all and have the accomplishments of this blog linked to me. but im stubborn and attached to my values.

to put it simply, i did not want to make the same mistake as the admin from @narcissisticpdcultureis did.

that being said, i did not lie on any of my values linked with my DNI. i wanted this blog to be accessible to cluster b personality disorder havers and the wider community regardless of their backgrounds, but with some limits for my own mental health and personal boundaries, that i tried keeping limited. notably regarding discourse. of any kind. and as another addition for resources in the npd and cluster b community. just as another community space, not a monopoly.

despite the amount of hate and adversity expressed from the admin of @narcissisticpdcultureis , i had not made this blog with adversity, harassment, anger, or "rebellion" in mind. unlike how the admin seemed to take my act of creating my own digital space and express emotional distain for my blog for the sake of existing. blaming me of doing so to put them in a bad light, while the only thing i did was point out information they already had made accessible to the public about themselves in their pinned post. which i didn't give a moral alignment to it, just stated that i was personally uncomfortable with it.

i am not condoning harassment, but I will not police your actions either. this individual(s) had put the url of my sideblog publicly in a rant of theirs aimed to put me and my work in a bad light without regards of my safety or mental health, and lead many, potentially themselves personally as well, to put me through constant anonymous harassment while i had expressed since the beginning i didn't want to be affiliated or interact with their blog, and never mentioned their url publicly up to now, to avoid the same scenario that just happened to me from their doing.

additionally, in their rant about my blog, they mentioned another npd culture that apparently was created adjacent to theirs, potentially for similar reasons as mine although this is unknown.

im gonna say one thing.

if anything, i like the attention. you decided that i, a small account, who didn't have the self estime to ever think would get traction, caused enough of a problem to make your, way more popular, blog feel threatened. i feel honored.

my only issue is that you failed to find my main blog, which frankly offended me. now my friend is the one getting all the spotlight instead of me </3

i did not judge you on morality when i decided to distance myself from your content due to your syscourse stance. but i am judging you now by your actions. i will be reporting you for harassment and encourage everyone in my social circles to do so as well.

i am not going anywhere.

#anon #mod talk #ask #asks

[thejockout]

Update: It's been a while!

Hey all. Been quite a bit since I've been active here; lot of life stuff going on that's contributed to that, but most of it's resolved now and I'm planning a pretty active return to the scene imminently. I've got some announcements on that front that I'll try to keep brief, but I think anyone who's enjoyed my content in the past will be happy to hear them.

First and foremost, I'm going to be returning to file-making soon (end of 2023 or early 2024) with regularly scheduled releases. (My precise schedule is TBD, but I'm aiming to be release either once weekly or once fortnightly depending on how much of a backlog I can create.) I've got ideas/concepts for 20 files written out atm which would amount to either 5 months of weekly releases/10 months of fortnightly releases once written and recorded. But obviously some of those ideas might not work so well in practice/I'll obviously come up with new ones along the way too, so that number's in flux. I'm going to try to write and record ten before launching any of them, so that I don't leave a huge gap between them again. But I think you guys'll like them, there's something for everyone in what I'm planning to make. There'll be content like what I've made before, but sfw and nsfw, attending a variety of kinks I'm into.

Included in these releases are going to be updated versions of my more popular, previous files. At the moment, the files I am planning to remake are Chill Out, Bro; Blink's Good Boy; All Pups are Good Pups; and The Bigger You Are. Some of these I want to remake for reasons of audio quality, but others I straight up want to rewrite portions of to bring them more up to my current standards. I've run out of space on Soundcloud and a premium account is expensive, so I'm racking my brain for a better storage alternative. At the moment, Soundgasm is an OK backup, but I'm also considering just straight up trying Youtube/Tumblr's own audio system/Patreon's audio system on a free basis to see if they work alright. Speaking of which...

To support this expanded venture, I'm also going to be opening a Patreon + selling specific, exclusive files either by subscription to said Patreon or via platforms like Gumroad and other appropriate audio file vendors. I don't plan for all my content to be locked behind a paywall, of course. I'm planning some kind of dual channel release system where I have a certain amount of files that will be free, and then others behind subscription. But for those who don't like the idea of monthly subs, I'll be putting my Patreon-exclusive files on a third party purchase platform like Gumroad, Ko-Fi, or another suitable alternative. I appreciate that all my files previously having been free will make this annoying to some, but I am flat baroque... and realistically, each file being 4-10 hours of work (dependent on complexity) means that I really want to be seeing SOME income from this if I'll be putting a lot of time in. That's why at current, the final announcement I'm making is that:

I am now taking commissions. I've done 3 commissions in total at this point and had been keeping quiet about it while I didn't know what I was doing with the Jockout account generally, but I am now available to write and record custom hypnosis files for listeners. I'm hesitant to provide a flat rate because the cost of a file usually does come down to its complexity/length, but somewhere in the ballpark of 50-80 dollars is what I'm currently valuing the time spent on a file at, unless you want something crazy simple or crazy complicated that'll price outside that range. I'm in a Euro territory, so 50 dollars amounts to about 4 hours of minimum wage work here, which is pretty low for the amount of time a good file takes; but I appreciate that high barriers to entry are going to put people off, and I feel that way myself when commissioning. You can DM me here if you want to discuss a commission idea.

All in all, I'm pretty excited with what I hope will be the future trajectory of my page. I'm having fun learning more about hypnosis/exploring new ideas in writing, and I hope you'll all enjoy the fruits of that too! 'Til next time :)

#hypnokink #gay hypnosis #hypnosis

[ryuichirou]

Waves!

Its the OruVil/VilOrtho shipper again, back in your dms offering more of this consuming ship 🩵💜

So the new event Playful Land! I’m not sure if you’ve seen any or played it yet (sadly I’m not sure if you’re EN or JP sever), don’t worry I will keep this post entirely spoiler free for the sake of everyone here!

There has been a LOT of interaction between these two.

It’s got me thinking about the whole Pinocchio story it’s based around but also with some personal HCs about Vil and Ortho being very parallel to the story of the Tin Soldier and the Ballerina (mainly based off the outfits). It makes me wonder if twst is pushing Vil to be a ‘Blue Fairy’ type role to Ortho as well.

Sorry this isn’t the usual risqué HCs but what if Vil is the one capable of making Ortho more in touch with being human, that’s his gift to Ortho - giving him freedom and choice and support when Idia has hang ups with it all.

I honestly cannot get over how close these two are becoming, it feels like more than friendship at this point, they have a mutual respect and understanding that’s so adorable but Ortho’s also becoming more of a little shit.

Deviant HCs on the table, I feel like Vil’s doting behaviour and encouragement are making him a filthy enabler to Ortho’s little god complex and entitlement. As soon as he becomes that star and sees Vil looking up with heart eyes he’s never going to let that or Vil Schoenheit go.

Cue Ortho’s dangerously obsessive and possessive arc of his beautiful senpai. It would be awful if he saved damsel Vil’s life if anything bad should happen at Playful Land and Vil is left swooning…

Sorry for the late reply, Anon!

Just in case: we haven’t watched this event yet. We don’t play the game ourselves at all, just watch everything on yt and read the translations. So thank you for not spoiling anything, we really appreciate it!

That being said, we’ve seen that the event has a lot of OruVil interactions, and honestly this is super exciting. The Tin Soldier and the Ballerina!! Such cute potential visual themes for them! Also, Vil being a “Blue Fairy” for Ortho would make sense. They do have an interesting connection, and I think Vil has influenced Ortho more than it appears at the first glance. I mean, he is the one who taught Ortho about the whole “the possibility is not 0” thing, so we’ve seen him unintentionally enabling Ortho in the main story already. Vil inspires Ortho to both take action and do whatever he wants, and to reflect about who he really is as a person. This dynamic is definitely going to evolve, since Ortho became such a special boy for Vil.

I really really like the idea of Vil being a little bit too enabling with Ortho though lol I feel like every time we discuss these two I just end up talking about how much Vil spoils him. Ortho is definitely going to become the biggest little shit with the most horrible god complex in the world if his kind senpai keeps treating him like this lol But of course, Ortho also loves Vil very much, so seeing him being obsessive and dangerous to everyone other than Vil would be so fun~ Both in canon (can you imagine?) and in fanon.

I feel like I just repeated a lot of what you’ve said, but just to stress: I’m really happy you like these two and share your thoughts with us. They are awesome….

#replies #oruvil

[poorpuppyboy]

Hi nsftblr! Tis I, Sunflower, here with my THIRD nsft blog.

Idk really how to explain my absense other than I have waves of sex repulsion and i think the best course of action is to sever that via deleting a very fun project: i.e: my kink blog/s.

Anyway. I lost my first one to THE BAN HAMMER and the 2nd to my brain. So uh here i am againnn.

So here's me:

You can call me 🌻 Sunflower or any of the terms/names listed below. I am 19, a FtM transgender man. I am attracted to all genders, with a preference for men, and transfem people. I'm a virgin and havent had an irl sexual experience, but that doesnt mean I'm a pushover, lmao. I'm hoping to have fun and meet like-minded kinky people. That being said, lets all be safe and have a good time!

I love getting asks! especially horny comments or scenarios ehe! I'm not open to DMs anymore unfortunately. my social anxiety has gotten pretty bad and I've ended up ghosting quite a few people, but feel free to communicate via asks with me :]

That being said, I am reopening my DMs to my moots, or if I message first.

I am open to sexting and getting off over text but I am not looking an irl sexual experience or relationship. Discussing fantasies during sexting is fine and even encouraged as long as you understand I am in no way going to actually fuck you.

NAMES/TERMS FOR ME:

any kind of good boy, prince, puppy type terms are fucking 10/10, i also like slut, whore, toy, anything degrading or implying being used i love. Especially if you mix it with praise "good toy, good slut" etc

BODY TERMS: I am uncomfortable with my chest being called "breasts" and my cunt being called "vagina" but aside from that, go stupid go crazy

anyway, the kink rundown:

YES:

minor bdsm or d/s dynamics, free use, monsters (vampires, werewolves, tentacles 🤤), puppyplay/petplay, exhibitionism, degradation, praise (mix the two and i love you) minor dd/lb, objectification (use me, daddy), humiliation, hypnosis, corruption (make me into your slut 🥰), masochism/pain (lightly), cnc/dubcon, sexting, phone sex, sending/recieving pics, vids, voice messages. I have a big voice kink and love dirty talk/moans.

NO:

Full dd/lb/g, ageplay, rapeplay, raceplay, scat, piss, shit, vomit, vore, blood, weaponplay/knifeplay, cuts or burns (idm bruises or slaps), detrans, misgendering, anal

DNI/I WILL BLOCK YOU LIST:

straight men, terfs, racists, transphobes, mysoginists, etc. detrans, misgendering, raceplay, scat/piss/bodily fluids, nsfw ageplay (it makes me uncomfy sorry)

NOTE WITH DD/LB/AGEPLAY: I literally only being called "good boy" (and similar) and calling doms "daddy" and being babied A LITTLE and doted on. not much else with that. I do experiment with littlespace but I want it to stay 100% sfw if I'm regressing. You can use elements of dd/lb in nsfw conversation/asks with me as long as you know its not littlespace. If you try and make me regress for the purpose of nsfw interaction, I will block you.

NOTE ABOUT CNC/DUBCON: I like the kind of cnc thats like, for example, roleplaying a kidnapping where im into it and hiding that. I don't like roleplaying ACTUAL RAPE

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DNI IF YOU POST OR LIKE DETRANS/MISGENDERING. I WILL BLOCK YOU

#trans nsft #t4t nsft #queer nsft #ftm nsft #nsftblr #nsft degradation #nsft dm me #nsft asks open #nsft mlm #nsft ftm #nsft sub #nsft kink #nsft puppy #nsft intro #nsft daddy #nsft dd/lb

[updates-from-po-town]

OOC EVENT POST- THE GANG GOES TO UNOVA:

Event Duration: The full trip will last from Tuesday, Oct. 17th - Wednesday, Oct. 25th, but preparations and discussion can start beforehand. The raid on the Plasma Castle ruins will start on Friday, Oct. 20th and potentially run through the weekend, ending that Sunday.

What's Happening: Calla, Guzma, and Plumeria are taking a Unova trip! Calla's returning to her home region to show the other admins around and mess with Team Plasma. The main event will be the Plasma Castle Heist, where Calla and Co. will gather anyone with a grudge against Ghetsis to go vandalize, loot, or otherwise fuck with the old Plasma base.

Who Can Participate?: Anyone with a character in Unova who wants to join in the mayhem!

Other Info:

Like everything on this blog, this event will be low/drama stakes. I like to keep things fun and goofy on this blog, so please keep it to things like mild injury/tension/high emotions/etc.

As with most things in my life, this event is being run by the seat of my pants, so everything is very loose and spur-of-the-moment. If you have any ideas you want me to try and include, or anything you'd like to discuss about the event, feel free to dm me or send an ask off anon so I can reply privately!

As an adult with responsibilities outside of tumblr, I have a tendency to miss things and be a bit slow to respond at times. If you post something about the event that you want me to see, PLEASE tag me in either the post itself or the replies and I'll respond to it as soon as I can!

I'll be tagging all posts related to this event as #the gang goes to unova!

As I said above, if you have any questions or things you'd like to discuss, my dms are open!

#im going to bed soon but ill check all my notifs when i wake up #ooc #ooc post #behind the curtain #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #irl pokemon #irl pkmn #the gang goes to unova!

[acinongalli]

Haiii, welcome to my blog! This is where the cutest enby fox loser in the world goes hog wild and does whatever they wants :3

check back every once and a while, this post gets updated :3

Some quick info about me:

•I'm 20 years old

•I'm bisexual/pansexual, and enby/fluid

•I'm polyamorous

•I'm part of a system (DID)

•I consider myself a very accepting, loving person to anyone who spends time with me.

•I am autistic, and do struggle with depression, self-doubt, and anxiety.

My blog has no set purpose, so expect anything to appear on here, from cute cartoon discussion, to hornyposts, to social issues, to roleplay, and everything in-between. Im truly an angel fallen to extreme lust. I'll try to tag as best as I can, but noone is perfect. I do not support racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, anti-poly talk, or religious extremists. Try it on me and you'll feel pure enby fox fury.

Asks are always welcome, though sending hate will result in being ignored and I may turn off anon asks for a while. Both sfw and nsfw asks are encouraged, and I'll answer most anything. Please talk to me, I beg you.

If you want to talk with other parts of my system, we are happy to meet you. Two of us have their own blogs, @ashe-is-a-fox and @rae-the-succubus. They dont post as often as I do, but they are active nonetheless. The rest of the system will  talk through any of the 3 accounts, we just are the main ones.

I also share a blog with some of my bestest friends, over at @the-mountain-cabin! We have lots of fun there. If you want any of my other socials, dont be afraid to ask. My DMs are always open to people :3.

Also find me on Mastodon, Bluesky, and Discord .galli.

With that, I think I've said everything I wanted to, so see you around!

.......

also have a nsfw blog @galli-is-fucking-horny... too scared to put it in main post though.. feel free to fuck me there..

Who's ready for a lot of pictures in a slideshow?!

^a post with info on my neurodivergency^

you may visualize me like this, my darlings.. ehe..

here's my pronouns page, if you really want to know me.

ask game in progress.

#i stay silly :3 #blog intro

[lindwurmkai]

okay, yeah, i think it's time to admit that i'm not really using this site anymore. i check in once or twice a week, reading my absolute favourite blogs and any tracked tags that xkit tells me have new posts in them, but it feels almost like a chore even though they are, as i said, my absolute favourite blogs.

there's just so much of it all. people are reblogging everything they like even slightly. discourse gets through despite my careful dash curation and filters. opening the notes on a post because i'm looking for more information or clarification is almost always a mistake. it's tiring and i didn't even realise it until i stayed away for a while.

i used to think i needed at least one website i could always go to if i was unwell and bored, but over time i have slowly found alternatives. i actually watch the occasional video essay now for some reason. i play more phone games. i look at craft ideas on pinterest. and for those rare times when none of those will do, i've started experimenting with making a secondary pillowfort account where i follow more people.

i feel happier when my main social media feeds are slower-paced and the comment sections usually contain meaningful discussion instead of being disjointed discourse trashfires.

follow me on pillowfort. dm for my locked mastodon account if you want; i may well give you access even if we've never talked as long as we're mutuals. i'm still looking for a new fediverse server to make a secondary account on (for the same reason as my secondary pillowfort account), but once i've got that set up, i'll edit this post or make a new one.

i'm not leaving entirely, but i think i'll leave xkit's "original posts only" feature activated indefinitely from now on so i won't see your reblogs. feel free to send me things you think i'd like!

#is this what they mean by social media detox? #if you're chronically ill the real challenge is finding replacements that are equally easy to do #but finally; after a year and a half of trying to adjust to cutting twitter out of my life; i have adapted #;

[jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav]

How Obey Me Shot Itself In The Foot - Introduction

MASSIVE WARNING FOR DISCUSSION OF RELIGION. Specifically of Abrahamic religions (Islam, Christianity, and Judaism) and their shared God. I am doing this in a media analysis context, not to shame any particular religion or anyone’s particular beliefs. If that makes you uncomfortable, feel free to not read this post, stop reading at any point, and/or unfollow/block me. DO NOT try to start religious discourse on this post or in my askbox/DMs, I will clown on and block you.

Also spoiler warnings for a ton of different Obey Me lessons.

Intro (you're here), Michael (X)(X)(X)(X), Conclusion (X)(X)

A while ago, someone sent me an ask about why I think Raphael should kill MC. Instead of answering in a succinct manner, I proceeded to draft a multi-part informal essay about one of, imo, the biggest plot holes/writing foibles in Obey Me, and what I'd do if I was in charge of writing it.

This is the first part of that essay. It does not address why I think Raphael should kill MC at all, but we'll get there.

(Also, a masterlist of all the parts of this essay will be posted once I've... posted all the parts lol)

So full disclosure: I haven't actually made it to the part of Obey Me where Raphael actually shows up*, I've just seen screenshots of various bits n bobs as well as the many memes the fandom's made that portray him as a wet cat

But, based on the way that Obey Me can't seem to decide if it's a fun silly comedy/romance about demons or a serious political and interpersonal drama, I don't think they have the desire *cough*orwritingchops*cough* to actually follow through on Raphael's "assassin" thing in a long term interesting way

And that's because I don't think they can decide on how to handle the entire Celestial Realm.

*In a series of truly stupid (on my part) shenanigans, I lost my og account, which I believe was at Lesson 41. I've made a new one, which is on... lesson 8. yeah. fuck me. Long story short, any plot developments past lesson 41 I only know through fandom osmosis - I understand there's some grandfather-clause-esque shit happening with MC and the boys in the Celestial Realm apparently? But yeah, no firsthand experience beyond that point.

Before I get into this, I want to clarify that a) these are just my thoughts, and since I am one person, they’re likely to be flawed and incomplete, and b) because we haven’t actually seen a lot of characters like Michael, the Demon King, or… well, God, I can’t talk much about their depictions in canon. What I can (and will) do though is talk about their archetypal roles in a larger media context, as well as how they (could be) foiled off of other characters. So yeah. This is basically red string and push pins on a murder board. Anyway!

To start, let's get really fucking basic for a second:

The Celestial Realm is clearly analogous to Heaven

The typical expectation audiences have vis a vis Heaven is that Heaven = Good

The Devildom is clearly analogous to Hell

The typical audience expectation for Hell is Hell = Bad

The Devildom, while dark, spooky, and full of danger is both shown and implied to be not totally terrible, and in fact has several virtues to its name

The Celestial Realm, while bright, cheery, and full of fluffy angels is implied to be very rigid and militaristic, to such an extent that it was willing to kill one of their own for breaking these rules (and cast out several others for defending her)

The Devildom is currently under the control of Prince/Lord Diavolo, son of the Demon King (who’s “asleep” in a mausoleum), who acts very unlike what one would expect of demonic royalty.

It can be said, then, that Diavolo is standing in for the Demon King.

The Celestial Realm is, as far as we can tell, currently under the control of Michael, an archangel who in Obey Me is said to be the guardian angel of confectioners, but in various Abrahamic mythologies has been associated with being chief of the angels, a protector of humanity/the faithful, and the (current) right hand of the big guy upstairs Himself (sometimes replacing Lucifer, sometimes not).

It can be said, then, that Michael is standing in for God.

Based on the early concern that demons would eat MC and the attitudes the brothers (and now other characters like Mephistopheles) have had to unlearn vis a vis humans, it seems that the traditional Devildom attitude towards humans is more hostile, and implies that Diavolo’s predecessor, the Demon King, was more “traditionally demonic” and created/enforced this hegemony.

Based on what we understand of the Great Celestial War, plus the way the brothers and characters like Luke and Simeon talk, the “traditional” Celestial attitude towards humans and demons was more hostile, and implies that Michael’s predecessor is the one who created/enforced this hegemony.

That sounds like a fun setup for conflict, right? You’ve got these two worlds with all sorts of baggage between them, including turncoats and personal grudges and fantasy-racial prejudice, a central character (MC) designed to pull them all together and help them settle their differences— oh but we do need actual villains so maybe the endgame involves the two OG leaders of the respective magic worlds coming back and getting generational whiplash from all this mixing and the protagonists have to fight them and—

I did mention one of the aforementioned “Big Bad” figures is analogous to God, Creator of the Universe of the Actual Bible right?

Yeah, no fucking way is a dating sim going to put The Abrahamic God as a villain/antagonist and have that go down in any kind of good way. Bc, you know… depicting Actual God, especially in any kind of nuanced or even negative light when the work isn’t really centrally about that is… it’s a lot.

So where do we go from here?

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me michael #obey me demon king #mine #How Obey Me Shot Itself In The Foot