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Blood binding and Sauronâs intentions
My pal @rey-jake-therapist and I were in one of our usual friendly discussions about this topic in one of her posts, but since the theme digresses so much from her original intent and Iâm pretty much spamming her OG post by now, we decided to move the debate to here, and invite the fandom to join in.
As customary, Rey always presents good and challenging counter-arguments to mine. Because it's possible to disagree and keep it civil and friendly. This is good fandom etiquette, and this is the point of debates, after all: sharing different ideas and perspectives on the same topic. We usually end up agreeing on disagreeing and itâs all good in the end.
What were Sauronâs intentions and goals in stabbing Galadriel with Morgothâs crown in 2x08?Â
2x01 / 2x08 parallels: âOnly blood can bind.â (Adar; 1x05)
1) Binding/Enslaving Galadriel to his Will
Rey made the case for Sauronâs intention of possessing and dominating Galadriel using Morgothâs crown. And that we should focus on present intentions, and not lose yourselves in âwhat ifâ scenarios (with this I totally agree, so, let's focus on the present time).
This theory states that Sauron wanted to enslave Galadriel to his will, by having her handing over Nenya, in submission. This would explain why Galadriel seemed âbewitchedâ while removing Nenya from her finger, and almost surrendering it to him. Â
This means Sauron has âoutgrownâ his intentions from 1x08, when he wanted to serve Galadriel (due to his Maia nature; he was created to be a servant to a Vala). Now, he wants full power, and heâs not willing to share it with anyone else (Galadriel included):
Sauron only wants to dominate/possess Galadriel now: she humiliated him when she refused him in 1x08, he developed an obsession for her, so he punished her with physical pain (the stabbing), and attempted to possess her so she would follow him.
And so, if blood binding theory is true, this would work like the Nine and the NazgĂ»l, with Galadriel not only being a servant, but a slave to Sauron. This theory can also imply she would have, indeed, become a Ringwraith herself, as her soul was entering the Unseen world (âShadow realmâ) when Gil-galad and Arondir found her.
This is a very strong theory, and I think many fellow fans share this view, as well. Would it pass Sauron to do something like this? Absolutely not, and it would not be OCC for him to have this intention, at all.
So whatâs my problem, you might ask?
This facial expression right here:
Unless Charlie was having a case of fatigue eyes due to extensive use of contact lenses (speaking from personal experience), thereâs no explanation for Sauron getting all teared up when he believed Galadriel was about to join him, if his intention was to enslave her to his will, and thatâs what he was doing here.
And no, Galadriel canât deceive him. This is underestimating Sauronâs power: heâs the âgreat deceiverâ, and only he can deceive himself, really. And if they are, indeed, blood bound, Galadriel couldnât possibly hide anything from him. And I already made the case for how Galadriel was about to join him, freely, in another post.
2) âYou bind me to the light, I bind you to powerâ
Speaking of Sauronâs intentions, we need to remember the creator of this character and what he says about him. Tolkien tells us (in Letters 131, 153 and 183) that âAnnatarâ still has âfair motivesâ: heâs a reformer who, truly, wants to rebuild/heal Middle-earth, and heâs genuine in this endeavor (nevermind his methods, thatâs why heâs a villain). Rey counter-argumented this does not translate in a desire to serve Galadriel, and sheâs correct.
However, what was his intention in 1x08? Â
And if Sauron still has a genuine concern in healing Middle-earth, what if his intention with Morgothâs crown was giving Galadriel his power, while harvesting her light for himself, just like he wanted in 1x08? And if this was his intention, why would he keep her soul âtrappedâ in the Unseen world? What if he wanted to make her queen of the Seen and Unseen world? Not a mere queen of Middle-earth, but as nearly as possible to a literal Goddess he could serve?
Because Sauron/Mairon canât escape his nature, he was created to be a servant, a Maia to a Vala. And, right now, he doesnât want to serve Morgoth. Even though he does it, unconsciously, and perhaps he recognized this after he killed Celebrimbor in a rage fit (something thatâs completely OCC for him, because thatâs not who he is; Sauron is a control freak, a mastermind).
This scene with Galadriel happened after that; and Sauron cried because, when he looked up at Celebrimbor, all he could see was Morgothâs bounds on him reaching the surface. And that chaotic destruction is Morgoth, not Sauron. And he doesn't want that at this point on his character arc in Tolkien lore. I think this is when Sauron makes the decision to bind himself to Galadriel, one way or the other.
I absolutely disagree with the idea that Sauron stabbed Galadriel to punish her or kill her: if that was his true intention he would have used Morgoth sword (he was already using it in his duel with Galadriel the entire time), not a powerful dark magic object infused with own blood (because Adar used it to destroy his previous physical form), nor he would have carried that thing around the entire time while mentioning "binding" twice (âI never believed I could be... Until today. Fighting at your side, I... I felt... If I could just hold on to that feeling, keep it with me always, bind it to my very being, then I...â (1x06); âThe door is still openâ).
âBindingâ (usually connected with âblood oathsâ) and âenslavingâ are two different kinds of blood magic. Because the Nine rings of power are pieces of jewelry meant to be worn by ring-bearers, with a small dosage of Sauronâs blood (along with other specific spells). Morgothâs crown not only has a lot of Sauronâs blood on it, but we also donât know what kind of dark magic it actually contains: we only know it was made to hold the Silmarils and it can destroy Sauronâs physical form (implying that, maybe, Sauron doesnât have much control over this object?).
Sauron accidentally sharing his power with Galadriel is nonsense to me, as well. He's ancient, has been around since before the world existed (he helped create that very world), has been a master in blood magic and every sort of sorcery for thousands of years, and heâs one of the most powerful Maia in existence, but isnât aware he would be giving Galadriel some of his power by binding himself to her? When he clearly mentions this in 1x08? "I bind you to power". Because Galadriel appears to be seeing the world in a whole new way in 2x08 epilogue (and even her eyes look off):
Besides, Galadriel is suppose to be a powerful sorceress of her own right in Tolkien lore, mastering several powers. In the legendarium Galadriel own power was amplified by Nenya, yes, but this isnât the case in âRings of Powerâ, because we havenât seen her displaying any magical powers in Season 1. She wonât have any other powers in the show (besides healing and foresight/visions), completely cutting off with Tolkien legendarium? If the show keeps it true to the lore on that bit, where did her powers (look into othersïżœïżœïżœ hearts and minds, and communicate telepathically) come from? Will they âmagicallyâ appear out of nowhere? When and how? But, if these powers came from Sauron itâs because he wanted it to happen, and that was his intention. And if that was his intention, what was his purpose with this if not to serve her?
And Sauron does share power: he does share his power with those he wants to enslave; via the rings of power. Thatâs why Celebrimbor tells him heâs their prisoner, and not their master. However, these are two very different kinds and degrees of magic. Because with the rings ("enslave") he can control how he wants it to go; while sharing his actual power with another living being ("blood oath") is uncontrollable. He canât possible know the end result of it.
I know thereâs a popular theory that Adar was blood bound to Sauron, but I donât think so. Adar not only doesn't have any magical powers, but he wouldnât be able to kill Sauron himself, if that was true. Blood binding is a blood oath, and itâs forever, unbreakable, and it prevents beings from harming or acting against one another (physically) in any direct way. Thatâs why âRings of Powerâ introduced the clue that Sauron might be blood bound to Morgoth in 1x03; and thatâs the reason he could never leave nor forsake his master even when he came to resent him.
This means, that, in "Rings of Power", Sauron, most likely, only has Morgoth as a reference to blood oaths. And he probably thinks this will go the same way with Galadriel, and heâll keep her light to himself, allowing him to keep Morgoth at bay. Only her âlightâ is merely aesthetic, really. The light that shines on her hair and eyes is the light of the Two Trees of Valinor, and it shines on every Elf that was born during the Years of the Trees (and not only her). Because Galadriel is a complex and nuanced character, and ticking bomb that can turn dark at any minute. Â
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So every Inktober I try to do something more challenging, and this year I thought I would make a short comic/fanfic. I think I got the idea for this one a year ago but I was already wrapped up with another Inktober. Eventually I solidified the idea by making my own prompt list some time ago.
This comic is split into three parts with 10 days focusing on each of them, 30 in total, everything is compiled here. I wanted to post them after October in case I wanted to change anything.
This first part takes place in the summit.
The comic is basically all improvised, that means no planning for the composition, plot, or sketching any drawings. The most planning I did was write a few scripts ahead of time within the month to save me some time but most of them would be changed last minute anyways.
As for the plot, I won't go too deep into it because I don't want to talk too much, so you'll just find commentary on the making of the comic and stuff.
This first part is a little gimmick-y compared to the next two, with new elements appearing almost every day. Itâs because I relied a lot on the prompts (dog, milk, etc.) to keep things happening, eventually I move further away from them.
What is surprising to me is how much the art changes as the days go by especially within the span of one month. I did refine a few things to keep it more consistent but this is nearly indistinguishable from the original drawings.
I should also mention that my favourite aspect of this project was adding references to the game and subtle details (if you can find it all, awesome!!) This may have been done quickly but I like to have those things and put at least a bit of effort into the dialogue.
Part 2
Eventually I figured that drawing the same setting for 30 days straight would drive me insane, hence why this comic is split like it is. Iâm glad I did because it makes the story a little more interesting, seeing the characters have different attitudes in different places and whatnot.
This one takes place in the cave directly after pt 1. Admittedly I do better drawing outdoor settings, it's what I'm used to, but the cave wasn't so bad to figure out.
I remember these two days I was streaming drawing the comic to my friends, so I kinda zoned out while we were talking lol
One of the prompts was about napping, so I made Dwarf sleep. I believe I was tired that day too and it was therapeutic to draw and include that. Also they look cute, I think.
18 & 19 have some of my favourite drawings in the comic. The campfire lighting is what we'd get if I had a bit more energy each day, and I like the perspective in the first panel of 19.
I find this last section interesting, because of all the 30 days, itâs the only one in Dwarfâs POV. I felt like it was fitting to do something like that at the time.
Part 3
Since we were approaching Halloween, I wanted to have a special part for it. Itâs related to the other two parts but it takes place some time after. Iâm really sorry itâs out of season, if it were up to me I would have had this post out earlier (thank my midterms for the delay)
Out of all the other parts this one is my favourite. Maybe because itâs more recent Iâm inclined to think that way but it has some of my fave moments that I've written here.
Other than that I don't have much commentary for this part. More thoughts at the end!
I was caught up everyday atp, but I didnât have much spare time to prepare for the ending (I wrote it the morning of that day). I think this is a decent conclusion though.
I intend on coming back to this story, maybe next year to make a continuation but we'll see what happens. There are definitely things that I want to come back to someday.
Thank you for making it this far btw. It's been an eventful month for me beyond this (Untitled) comic, but there wasn't a single aspect of this that I didn't enjoy doing. It's a silly project and I care about it.
Also, I'm not going to neglect the 31st of October! That day will get an illustration, where I will pick my favourite panel and redraw it. I want to take my time with this one so it's not out yet, but hopefully I can finish by Christmas.
#long post#stardew valley#sdv dwarf#krobus#sdv fanart#sdv#stardew valley dwarf#sdv krobus#stardew valley krobus#if you have thoughts on this comic feel free to share#i havent gone too into detail especially with the plot rn so i would love to discuss about it more if prompted
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Is there anything specific that you really love about your ocs?
Thank you so so much for asking this? First, I'm honored and incredibly appreciative of you for asking. And second, you really got me thinking about what I *do* love about them and why I continue to explore them even after 11 months of being in this fandom space.
So this is going to seem like a generic, generalized response, but it is something that applies to all of them.
I really love how each of my OCs, at least in my perspective, very very clearly can be traced back to their source materials while simultaneously being their own characters.
Starting with OisĂn, OisĂn from the get go was always meant to align both with "The Headless Horseman" and also dullahan mythology (specifically Irish and Scottish folklore). And yet, because of the way they evolved and the way I developed them in alignment with the narrative of "Twisted Wonderland", they became their own being. --- idk if folks even knew this. I never set out to have them shipped with Lilia. It entirely developed naturally and on its own. And it has turned into arguably my favorite ship out of all of them. The Headless Horseman??? Married to a Vampire???? Incredible. Amazing. 10/10
Then you have Kingsley and like... he is so at his core the Horned King, and every which way you look at his narrative, even his character development? It aligns itself in the way that the narrative of the "Chronicles of Prydain" unfolds. Even when he has his seige on the castle, it feels on par with the actions of the Horned King or any of the other antagonists from the series. His temperment and his personality? 100% - and yet his choices are his own. His narrative is his own. He gets the Cauldron. He gets to KEEP the Cauldron. Its HIS. Not Tarran's!!!!!
René, Rémi, and Eve are so painfully the main trio of "Swan Lake" (the ballet). And yet René's entire narrative and personality is contingent on a question that the ballet NEVER answers or even considers: "Who is Odile without Rothbardt?" And so the Odile we get in NRC, René, is my interpretation of who Odile would be when alone. How she would act if functioning on her own and without the evil magician. So sure, René is Odile. But René also is René. And only René.
Emil holds an incredibly special place in my heart where this theme is concerned. I don't think many people are aware of the anti-semitism in "Tangled". So when I thought of the idea of a Dame Gothel expy, I went in with the idea of creating a Gothel who just was Jewish coded but not a charicature. I incorporated elements from the original Rapunzel tale, the adaptation of "Into the Woods", "Tangled", and added flavor in the form of jewish beliefs and jewish customs. It's resulted into a character who is very very clearly Gothel in his narrative and in his personality and in his relationships, but he isnt restricted by the narrative or characterization as depicted by Disney. He has grown beyond that just like the beanstalk that ended up in his bestie's backyard. Also-- his Overblot? Chef's kiss.
XiĂĄng is ESPECIALLY fun here. Because when I originally created him, I didn't have a Disney character in mind. He showed up an amalgamation of different ideas and themes from stories I've read recently that I really enjoyed. And then @inmateofthemind popped into my DMs and asked me if XiĂĄng was twisted from Crikee from "Mulan". And I sat there. And i looked at all the drawn comparisons. And i couldn't deny.... the parallels were to strong not to lean into it. And the more I leaned into it? The more and more he showed himself to BE Crikee. And yet he so ISNT!!!!!! It's honestly so fun.
Sefu is also really fun, because they came from a rewatch of Lion King 2: Simba's Pride with @ramshacklerumble . And I honestly just gave myself permission to take the idea of Zira and REALLY LEAN into the yandere, creepy territorial fan aspect of her character. It also gave me the opportunity to explore how I personally think Zira's dynamic with Scar looked like, based on the implications set out by the film. We never get to see it in the media, which means that Sefu does have the opportunity to expand beyond the scope of Disney, and I do get to determine how much Leona actually can't stand them lol.
Alphonse too is such a fun one. Because his source material depicts the Wellies as incredibly static and yet emotionally driven characters, I get the opportunity to explore the question "What would allow the Wellies (from "Giselle" the ballet) to actually move on and rest in the after life?" It's also a fun opportunity to explore the very blurred lines between fae and ghosts in older Anglo/Irish folklore, as the Wellies were supposed to be inspired by the Otherfolk.
If you're still reading this- thank you so much for sticking around?? Genuinely, I appreciate it and I hope you enjoyed the read. If you want more specific details about any of the things mentioned, please don't hesitate to ask!
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#twst#twst ocs#my ocs#seris talks#oc asks#elenauaurs#OisĂn AnbĂĄs#Kingsley Tyr#RenĂ© Lamar#RĂ©mi Delune#Eveline Dubois#Emil Lehr#WĂ©n XiĂĄng#Sefu Omari#Alphonse Eos
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Astarion's Journal
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Hey everyone, Last time, I wrote a letter from Cazador's perspective. To better understand this letter, make sure to check out my first fanfiction. Letter from Cazador If you like it, please let me know I'm not sure if I should keep writing more. So, what do you think? â€ïž ____________________________________________ To Cazador, I can hardly believe Iâm writing this letter, but here we are. After our fight, when I found your⊠well, letâs call it an oddly obsessive love letter, I was furious. I wonât lie. But Tav suggested I should respond. Not that Tav always has the smartest ideas, but at least Tav managed to lead us straight to you and ultimately, to your lifeless body. Tav thinks writing down my thoughts might help me heal faster, maybe even start a journal. Normally, Iâd scoff, Iâm not a 12-year-old nor, for that matter, Halsin. But honestly, if anyone in our group is the journaling type, Iâd have bet on Wyll. He looks like the sort whoâd dance his feelings out, probably looking like a spider in a fire while doing it. No oneâs got the heart to tell him heâs a terrible dancer. I wanted to, but Laeâzel gave me a look that said everything. Anyway, back to the journal. Who even has time for one? Weâre here to kill an Elder Brain, after all. But speaking of Halsin, Tav handed me his old journal since we couldnât find a blank one, so I tore out some pages and claimed it. We found it in Grove, and he hasnât missed it since. Iâd call that a cheeky solution. He can go hug some trees if heâs feeling out of sorts. You should have seen how well I can imitate him! But letâs get to the point, Cazador. Every time I say your name, Tav tells me I sound like a hissing cobra. Where was I? Ah, yes. your stupid letter. Let me start by saying this: I am not a victim. You were the victim, Cazador. You never managed to break free from your own twisted cycle. And even though every part of me despises you, I almost pity you. No one was there to help when we killed you, and no one will miss you. Itâs as if you never existed. No power, no loveâŠnothing. While I may have first manipulated people out of fear, theyâre with me now by choice. They believe in me, especially Tav. Itâs hard to believe, but they actually love me. Thatâs something you never had, not even at the end. And thatâs why Iâll always be more than you ever were. I mean, Iâm alive. I survived, and youâre dead. What more could I want? Well, besides killing this wretched Elder Brain. And Iâll admit, I savor the thought that, in your final moments, you were penning that ridiculous letter, thinking Iâd come to you driven by fear as always. Itâs a delightful thought, realizing just how much power I had over you. I have my body and my life back. And yes, you were rightâŠI have trust issues, fair point, but I have all the time in the world to rebuild that trust. And I will trust again. By the way, boiling down Velliothâs skull and stuffing his rules into his mouth? Hilarious. I briefly thought about what I could do to you, but Iâve decided youâre not worth any more of my energy. This letter will be the last thought I give you. I will heal, slowly. Sure, youâll haunt my dreams, but time heals everything. Even if I couldâve done without your âspecial treatment,â it made me the person whoâs ready to take down an Elder Brain. Now I have a reason to fight again. You were always driven by fear, you poor, pathetic thing. So, what can I say, darling? Rot in hell. Oh, and by the way, I drank your wine and sold your art. Your taste was always abysmal. Astarion P.S. Halsin just walked by and noticed his old journal. Said it looked âfamiliar.â I guess Iâll find somewhere else to write next time.
#bg3 astarion#baldurs gate 3#astarion#bg3 fic#bg3 fanfiction#astarion simp#bg3 cazador#cazador szarr#baldurs gate 3 cazador#cazador x astarion#astarion fanfic#bg3#baldurs gate#fanfic#bg3 spoilers#bg3 letter#bg3 original character#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gates astarion#hate cazador#the pale elf#bg3 simp#astarion ancunin#bg3 tav#baldurs gate tav#tav#halsins journal#astarions journal#purplebubblywitch#baldurs gate simp
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#woo! big perspective piece!#i have no idea why i keep doing perspective#BUT IM HERE!!#i am possibly working on penpals again#if you havent checked out the dub then what are you doing#seriously check it out it is very awesome#orginal art#digital art#finished art#fully rendered#original character#oc art#oc#mayumi nishimora#art#character art
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2021 vs 2023 :)
#art progress#progress is found in the drawing over and over and over and--#if I started this idea/concept from scratch today i'd probably have a wholly different composition perspective etc#at first I wanted to copy the original design faithfully but I decided I didn't like large parts of it anymore lol#but i wanted to keep the major parts the same to stay in the spirit of a redraw thing#and because this is based on a screenshot from iirc 6x20. why do i still know this#making this non rebloggable bc i dont like the old one anymore but i DO think it's neat to compare them
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does anybody have any songs and/or albums they associate with X... asking for a friend
#mmx#mmx x#tagging for visibility#im just genuinely curious esp if there are possibly specific songs within the fanbase that people really associate with him#i dont really ever look at character playlists unless its made by a friend and/or sent directly to me tho i have made several myself#but i tend to keep them private and never really reference what others do#not that im looking for ideas like i said its purely curiosity / wanting to see a potentially different perspective#THAT BEING SAID i did start an X playlist but the plan is for it to be fully instrumental...#okay anyway that is all. when i was active on tumblr years ago i always got asks where people would wonder why i had so many tags#instead of just typing in the actual text post. clearly i have not changed#ANYWAY PLS DO LMK my asks/submissions should be open for anon? if anyone did want to share privately#>mine_>text
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Me: I'm fine about my autism now btw, like I've come to terms with my fixated interests, limited tolerances and social inabilities. The alienation it brings is not ideal but it's just a reality I've gotta deal with now that I know it's just a part of who I am. I mean, it's not like an awkward conversation is gonna ruin anyone's life, is it? We'll both move on from it eventually. This is fine!
Also me: physically unable to watch beyond the first word of the first question of The Assembly because oh my god what if someone says something awkward or controversial or someone can't make themselves understood people are gonna get mad and scream about it online and I will freeze up and be stuck in the backlash forever I don't know how to handle conflict AT ALL let's just hide in the corner behind the sofa instead wait what if I became a hermit actually yeah yeah yeah that sounds good let's do that
#unresolved trauma? never even heard of her haha đ
#maddie debrief#that 2-minute intro/taster did nothing to calm me down either btw#I'm never comfortable around the types of shows where 'difference' becomes the core conceit of the premise#oh. so you've created a format dependent on making a socially alienated group face the social rules that made them alien in the first place#and then deriving your conflict from the 'natural contradiction' between the two?#sounds like the exact kind of conflict-seeking environment where I can let my normal guard down enough to meaningfully challenge#my deeply rooted feeling that people generally find me cumbersome to be around and mostly just tolerate my presence out of necessity#lovely that#(like i say I haven't seen the show#so idk if it is actually like that or if it's just the promo material stirring shit up as per usual#but as of rn I do not feel welcome in this room)#why does the 'we're not so different after all' always have to come at the climax and never the midpoint of the story?#why can we never find more than personal gratification in that realisation?#why do we always focus on the difficulty of coming to the realisation rather than the conflict of putting the realisation into *practice*?#I know why#it is because the human imagination is far more limited than we like to believe#and we find it hard to even *imagine* a world that we haven't seen functioning for ourselves yet#let alone find a purpose in *acting* on the idea#(especially if we ourselves currently feel dependent on the status quo for our personal welfare#which is why shows made to depend on 'difference = conflict' make my blood run cold)#so if we have to see to believe - how many cases of real world functioning equity does the average person understand?#very few. so let's instead lazily invert the state of power in an existing dynamic that people are familiar with#thereby reaffirming its false dichotomy through perpetuating what is essentially the same old conflict#while claiming to subvert it when in fact all we have done is reverse the dominance while keeping everyone locked in their roles#can someone just put some thought into how we might create a format that aims to loosen up the underlying skewed power dyanmic#so that everyone has to work together to prevent the elevation of a single way of being over all others#because that just becomes suffocating to *everyone* in the end#and that can still *acknowledge difference* but not as a source of conflict - rather as a source of collective strength?#but the story of changing one perspective will always be easier to both tell and enjoy than the one about building something new
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Seeing how interwoven the mortal land is with the folk is so refreshing. lucinda visited a normal-looking store yet when she talked to a seemingly random clerk about the goblin market which used to be in the premises 40 years ago, it turns out he's a fae wearing a human guise. mallory goes to fencing classes and her maestro is apparently a fae as well, who wants to train passion into her because she'll need it for the upcoming fight. there are fae actively interacting with humans wearing human faces and no one, not even the viewer, can pinpoint who exactly the impostor is because, from their nature alone, the fae are hella good at adapting to their surroundings in record times like a chameleon. and one even confesses when lucinda asks him who he is because she does not recognise his face, that he and all folk, had to adapt and hide because humanity "reached" its way into the land of the folk. the courts were never underground, they were moved underground ( and still there are parts of faerie on the surface but hidden with strong glamour from the human eye ) BECAUSE THE HUMANS JUST CAME OVER AND TOOK EVERYTHING WITHOUT ASKING.
#( đ đŹđźđ©đ©đšđŹđ đ đŹđĄđšđźđ„đ đđ đąđ§đŹđźđ„đđđ â out of character )#( in the books all the mcs are all âwhy is [this fae] doing thisâ but they have never stopped to think âMAYBE THEY WERE HERE FIRSTâ#( granted keeping humans as slaves is a no no and wrong but like maybe they were pissed their nature lands got turned into iron cities#( and maybe this is their payback idk. seeing mulgarath explain it brings into perspective how balekin would think about mortals#( and why he had a mortal beat cardan to establish the idea into his young brain that mortals are inherently bad and untrustworthy and#( that they would turn on him with the first command. as he himself commanded Margaret to beat him unconscious#( it gives me food for thought and i love this
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the way that randos seem to have learned a tiny bit more about autistic people and are using this newfound power to give their ableism more range, like [inspiring: this gender-respecting bully will only give victims swirlies in bathroom that aligns with their identity] and [guy who researches your identity so that his microaggressions are more accurate] like oh radical that now you're throwing around the word "autistic" more comfortably as meaning shit like someone's "clueless" or "has an interest or perhaps talent" or what nonsense will follow when someone's breaking out the term "social skills" like oh nice, people accessing all the abilities of Autism Parents without having to be a parent
#nothing inherently brand new and just kind of a side effect of ppl learning Anything more abt autistic ppl like being Real & Out Here#which doesn't make that exposure Bad; b/c of course [exposure; proximity] or even Learning Anything At All doesn't make ppl like#have to do anything but just fit that into their preexisting framework; i.e. ableism#just like the examples of ''oh don't worry you can recognize trans identities while Keeping The Bullying''#keep the ableist perspective and just update your idea of what autistic ppl are like At All#also it's ofc just like. wild lol like; it keeps being disparaging / Othering#and i'm sure ppl think they're being just neutral or w/e but even if they out & out Mean Well....like good for you personally idc??? what??#if i was watching some shit and someone was like Would They Be That Autistic [as to do that]? like excuse you....?#like i'm not Baffled like. it's just ppl keeping the depths of ableism & adding some surface level knowledge that autistic ppl are real#and just adding ''autistic'' to their lexicon in a supposedly more technical sense....keeping the spirit of things though; ultimately#and of course the matter of like you don't fix marginalization by making ''exceptions'' to the systems/approaches/perspectives....#like oh well i'd so heroically exercise restraint about considering people Existing Wrong lesser if i knew they were Autistic(tm)#like you don't need to Know to ''make exceptions'' and you need to change the entire approach/situation already thanks#like ppl being nonbinary & others figuring out ways to just try to tack this onto cisnormativity &; indeed; the gender binary#we didn't need an ''equivalent'' to gendered nouns; why is a blog in 2023 opening some random post w/''ladies & gentlemen & others''....#someone's tweet the other day abt cis acquaintances being ''considerate'' emailing like ''should we call it a sex reveal party?'' like.#i'm going to need you to realize the fundamental heart of the issues here. incl ableism. and i realize you think that's Too Much.
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Yeah, it absolutely makes sense logically, there is no other way home and this sacrifice is necessary. The main issue is that Odysseus doesn't even try to find a different solution, he simply says that Scylla has a cost and doesn't even consult Eurylychous about said price. He just goes off and does as he pleases which is his privilege as a king, but as a captain on a single ship, he NEEDS his crew's support or... Well, a Mutiny might happen and in this scenario, he is Just one Man. Well, he gets Zeus' support but it's kinda a double-edged sword there--
And about Eury not being one of the torch holders - in animatics shown during the Thunder Saga stream, he is actually one of the people holding torches - it's just that during chaos he runs around, trying to help someone, and passes off the torch to someone else. It's in that moment that he's struck down by realization and when he turns around desperately, the guy he handed his torch off is already being eaten. The animatic is really well done so you can see the moment he starts to understand, as he looks at Odysseus, who doesn't even turn around to look at the carnage. And since the animatics were commissioned by Jorge himself and are the closest to his vision of events, I think we can safely say that Eurylychous is in fact one of the torch holders, even if music and lyrics themselves don't tell us that.
And, of course, don't get me wrong, Odysseus also has a point here. His actions make sense and there probably wasn't really a different way to do it - it's just that the crew and Eurylychous do not know that. All they see from their perspective is that their Capitan deliberately chose exactly six men to die in this passage and one of them was his second-in-command! What the hell are you supposed to think then, with grief of your fallen comrades still fresh in your mind and the unapologetic reason for it still in front do you? Odysseus' transformation into the Monster is the only way he can return home but it also makes him unreceptive and cold to the crew's struggles - emotions run high and Mutiny feels like the only solution.
Phew, that got long. Sorry just, I really felt the need to clarify a few points on my stance and let people know of the animatic's depiction of Scylla because I think many of us had to miss the stream and that's also a significant context to listen to Mutiny with...
Also, thanks a lot for the reblogs and hearts, guys, glad to see I'm not the only one deranged by these two and how mutual their mistakes are. And, as somebody also said, - yeah, this is basically all Zeus' (and fates or just gods in general?) fault. Goddamn prophecies, you could have just let Odysseus get home but noooooo, gotta make a whole tragic musical out of it...
I think that way too many people gloss over the reason why exactly those 6 men were such a big deal and a last straw for the crew and Eurylychous. Up to this point Odysseus made mistakes, yes, and people died because of them but never before has Odysseus made such a deliberate sacrifice.
Before this, he was still their Capitan - a bit arrogant, too prone to playing into Gods' Games and with a damnation right on his heels - but still on their side. Not to mention that this saga happens SO soon after Circe Saga, where he CAME BACK for them, put himself in grave danger and risked his return home to save THEM. Since the wind bag fuck up, this crew must have regained so much trust in him, Eurylychous must have felt so indebted and plagued by his own guilt because of his actions in Ocean Saga and Circe Saga. Because despite their doubts and question of How Much Longer Till His Luck Runs Out, their Capitan still came and saved them.
And then the Different Beasthappens and it's ruthless and cruel but it's against their enemies, it feels like protection, no doubt. It's their Capitan making sure that they can make it home, that no other monster will follow them and make it impossible.
But then the Scylla happens and it never has been more clearer than there. Eurylychous would not be that furious if he didn't realize and he IS a second-in-command, he is not stupid. Six men who held the torches died and it was by Odysseus' order. This is no longer slaying every foe on the way home, this is Odysseus willing to sacrifice even them. Is it the same capitan who came back for them on Circe's island, is the same who always did everything he could to make sure they all made it back? How Are They Supposed To Trust Him Now?
This situation is so fucked and both sides have their point, I'm so sick of seeing posts putting the full blame on either side. They are all human and stressed and they don't know what to trust, what to do to come back home - and the worst part of it all, they probably never stood a chance.
After all, Zeus has already said they The Blood On Your Hands Is Something You Can't Lose, All You Can Choose Is Whose.
#epic the thunder saga#epic: the musical#odysseus#eurylochus#also i keep misspeling his name#but I'm too scared to learn now#the second y just fits there!!#why did greeks name you so widely#or why is english pronounciation of it so wacky#either way#the work on the Eurylochous perspective has started#unsure if it will progress past being a WIP but i do have a few ideas for some missing scenes#i just sincerely hope that i won't end up with half of the fic being a headcannoned backstory#because Askeladd's was SO self-#self-indulgent there#why did tags cut me off i don't need to know#anyway stay tuned I'll publish an update here once I have something more than written down ideas
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I think a thing that people get wrong about Jason's anger is that it's not explosive.
It's cold. Jason isn't the type of person who storms off at every little thing or goes throwing tantrums and setting things on fire blindfully.
He's the type of person who's very practical. He keeps to himself, always. You rarely see issues where Jason's anger is reactive at the moment where the trigger happens to him. If you see his character up close, most of the time when he's triggered his reaction is calm. Even cold.
He gets triggered -> He keeps to himself â He makes a plan â And then he reacts.
Jason's anger being something explosive and out of character and out of place is actually how other people (characters) see it, because they have no idea on how it's playing out on Jason's head.
And that's a thing you can see operating since he was a child.
Where the only exceptions about this effect is either when someone he believes needs his help is involved.
See Nightwing Annual (2021)
But In Batman #411 when Jason learns the fact that Two-Face was responsible for his father's death and Bruce was keeping that from him as a secret his first reaction isn't to blow up on him.
Was to seethe.
Bruce goes up home after dealing with a Two-Face case (in my field we call that poetic irony) and asks Alfred where Jason is, Alfred's answer is that he's been sleeping all day (which is a conclusion that Alfred drew probably after going to check on Jason and seeing him in fact on his bed all day).
But when you see the next panel, even though he is on the bed, He's fully awake and both his expression and his body language shows that he's in fact angry.
This is the first time he appears again in the comics after learning that Two Face killed his dad.
Jason doesn't go towards Bruce immediately to demand an explanation or ask why he did this, or even to throw the truth on his face.
(Which could be debatable that that's something the Dick would usually do, but I'm not that literate on Dick's comics)
His reaction wasn't immediate.
His reaction was to go to his bed and stay quiet. Jason stayed calm and collected the whole trip until meeting Two Face again.
But the moment Jason as Robin has the opportunity to get his hands on Two-Face he does this
From Bruce, and maybe Alfred's perspective it could be interpreted as out of place or him storming off.
But it isn't. Jason was able to keep his cool (even though he shut off), until he was face a face to Two Face.
Does that mean he planned that to happen?
That's debatable, in any moment of this issue it is shown that Jason was actually planning to get to Two Face and do this. I my personal opinion, other and much more plausible explanation is: That he was in fact trying to keep to himself but couldn't hold back the moment that he saw his dad's murder.
You can see the same thing happening as Jason learns that Batman got another Robin in Red Hood: Lost Days.
Talia asks "You all right?" and Jason's first answer is "Sure Why Wouldn't I Be Alright?"
When he's alone he finally has the moment to break down.
(Actually both Red Hood: The lost days and Batman: Under the Red Hood are great case studies on how that usually play out on Jason's head.)
Jason is way more in control of his emotions than people ever give him credit for. The thing is that Jason holds it back until he either blows off or is capable to throw it back in someone's face.
#I didn't finish not even half of my thoughts in here but I'm going to publish it before it gets drag in my 182828383 drafts#if you disagree lets fist fight at six am#jason todd#q rambles#character study#writing Jason Todd#â this is not a guide this is literally the tag I use to organize things#q screams at the void#q rants
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Helloooo~!! Could I request the men in honkai star rail with an s/o who makes various different plushies for themselves and the men?
Just imagine Dan Heng getting a chonky dragon plushie version of himself.
â© â You guys have the most creative ideas sometimes lmao I wouldâve never thought of this and it is such a cute idea!!
â© â I wasn't going to do everyone but they came out really short so I made it up by adding more characters ^w^
â© â Characters: Caelus, Dan Heng, Welt, Gepard, Sampo, Luocha, Jing Yuan, Blade
â© â Caelus
Heâs not the biggest plushie guy out there, but come on. You made it so cute and all.
He keeps it safe in his room and does a pretty good job at keeping it clean. Like dust free and all.
Caelus isnât ashamed of it by any means, everyone knows about it. He just doesnât want to end up tearing it or something which is why it's always in his room.
Big fan. You made a couple of yourself and he keeps them together. They're together like the two of you are. Heâs debating on getting a dedicated shelf.
â© â Dan Heng
He originally received two. One of his normal self and then his Vidyadhara half. Itâs so accurate, too. He definitely spent a few hours analyzing them both.
He wasnât sure at first but the longer he had it, the more he began to like it. He kinda sleeps with it now. I mean... they're just on his bed and that's where he sleeps...
Youâre welcome to make more but he doesnât have room to place them. Besides⊠how many could you possibly make?
He actually likes the little dragon one. Itâs so cute, the details are well done, and you seem to really like it too.
â© â Welt
Aww, a plushie for him? It was so cute! It even had his lil cane and all. Honestly, Welt loves it.
He keeps it with him all the time. When you often go off on missions, he likes to hold it for comfort.
When you made one of yourself, he decided the plushies could never be separated- much like you two. So, basically now he carries two plushies with him at all times.
Pom Pom and Himeko gush over the cuteness of the plushie. Youâre really talented, why not start a business at this point? You'll definitely get March or Stelle asking for one too.
â© â Gepard
He was confused at first. Why did you make a plushie of him? But he really liked it. You even got the shield right.
He prefers it to stay at home where his fellow guards canât see it because itâs a little embarrassing. Heâs a grown man and all.
Ok, but itâs so cute. The little hair, the outfit- the shield! Come on? How is he supposed to remain composed? He will stare at it sadly when he has to go to work.
He had to admit, when you made one of yourself it felt complete. The plushies are always sitting together on his bed. Sometimes, he'll even put a blanket over them to keep them warm.
â© â Sampo
Omg once he gets one, it's on his person permanently. He loves seeing you work on them, too. It gives him a perspective on how much work you put into them
Heâll give suggestions all the time and you do make most of them. You often make yourself as well and it leads to lots of matching plushies.
Sampo did try to make one himself but it looked horrendous. He tried to throw it away but you wouldnât let him!
That thing haunts his dreams but you like it for whatever reason. Honestly, Sampo takes that thing everywhere and even learned how to wash it properly.
â© â Luocha
The accuracy. His hair, eyes, outfit, the coffin- it even opens! Like, the effort that went into that was phenomenal.
Luocha is a big fan and does keep the plushie with him during his travels but keeps it hidden. It's something that reminds him of you (ironic since it looks like him).
Heâs rather protective of the plushie. Someone once tried to take it and well⊠he almost stuffed them in the coffin. Lmao jk.
⊠ok, he did it once and never again, you canât judge him, thatâs his plushie. You gave it to him, not that rando. And no, it wasn't a kid! Why do people keep asking him that?
â© â Jing Yuan
Mind blown. Seriously, the talent that took was incredible! You even made a Lightning Lord plushie which attaches to the Jing Yuan one.
He keeps them on his desk at work and no one is allowed to touch them. He's worried others might damage them, but he wants to show them off at the same time.
He keeps the one you made of yourself with him though. Itâs his good luck charm. Much like you.
Secretly hates tearing apart the plushie version of you and him. Heartbreaking when they have to see each other go. Sniff.
â© â Blade
Ok, listen. This is Blade weâre talking about. He canât just be seen carrying a plushie- and of himself, no less. Itâs embarrassing.
Is what he thought until he saw how sad you got when you found out he left it in a drawer. On the pain in his heartâŠ
Now he keeps it on his person all the time. He even learned how to wash it because itâll get dirty sometimes. No blood gets on it though, don't worry. Just some minor dirt or something.
For tougher missions, he puts the plushie in a plastic bag to keep it safe. Itâs like a good luck charm of his. He lost it once and he almost had a heart attack.
#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#caelus x reader#dan heng x reader#jing yuan x reader#blade x reader#hsr luocha x reader#sampo x reader#gepard x reader#welt yang x reader#hsr jing yuan#hsr blade#hsr sampo#hsr caelus#đâ pockyâs writings#gender neutral reader
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The Safeword is RadioApple (part 2)
This part doesnât have the Alastor x Lucifer scene I previewed! I pushed it to the next part since this was already a big chunk of text. I hope you still enjoy it! đ„ș I can do a male reader, I just need a little time as Iâll need to rewrite quite a bit
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ăLuci was pining to return to your bed, even if he couldnât fully understand why Alastor exists in it. Luckily for you both, You got a night alone with the King of Hell and before Alastor can implode the whole situation, he had a change of heart perspective.ă
[warnings/promises: Lucifer x FemReader, smut, No AlastorxReader this part, Luci eats you out, Luci has a nose, Alastor thinks about gardening but in a jerk kind of way, s e x, Husker is reminded of his chains, Charlie is naive, Facesitting, Luciâs horns, sweet little kisses, aftercare at the before part, creampie is like nyquil, Luci is an entire daddy kink]
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He didnât want to be fully naked near Alastor, but the idea of bathing with you overpowered his hate. When he entered the bathroom, he found you reclining into Alastor, back to chest, as Alastorâs fingers massaged soap into your upper arms.
Your eyes, closed in comfort, popped open when you sensed his presence, âLuci!â Your legs folded, âGet in.â
Lucifer looked around the clawed foot porcelain tub. He didnât want to admit he liked the style, obviously picked out by Alastor. With the same hesitancy as before, he stripped and lowered himself in the water opposite you and Alastor.
A wave of stress, again, watching you two intertwined in each otherâs attention. But you pushed back against that feeling, hands slipping past his hooved feet until you found his calf. Lifting his leg up, Lucifer yelped as he slid down into the water. Your hands rubbed along the muscle of his leg, humming softly.
He watched you, Alastor disappearing from view entirely. âThank you, Kitten.â Your smile widened. Eyes wandering down, he found your foot and pressed into the arches with strong fingers. You moaned, visibly relaxing into Alastorâs chest. âFeel good?â
You nodded, âYour hands only ever make me feel good, Luci.â
He nearly choked on his breath, cheeks brightening a scarlet red. How could you get so brutally fucked and still speak to sweetly? Was that really the same mouth?
A stupid grin spread across your face as you pressed into Alastor.
âHappy?â He asked, low and into your hair.Â
âHappiest.â Eyes closed, basking in the glory of your conquest. âWhat do you like to do after sex?â
It took Lucifer a second to realize you were talking to him, âOh! Uhh,â a nervous scratch to his cheek, âKiss? Cuddle. Normal things.â He hoped Alastor took the word normal as an insult but unfortunately he seemed to not be paying any attention. Without opening your eyes, you spread your arms and invited Lucifer to kiss.
He felt his knees graze Alastorâs legs as he shifted, leaning in to you he let his lips touch yours gently. Your arms came around his shoulders and pulled him in for more. He fell into your chest, pressing your body further into Alastorâs. You cooed into his mouth, opening to lick across his lips, finally looking at him. Staring into each otherâs eyes, you hoped he could see it, hoped your absolute bliss was palpable to him. Sandwiched between your own personal rock and hard place, you struggled to keep a naughty giggle in your chest. What a lucky girl you were.Â
Properly cleaned and doted on, you found yourself in Alastorâs large bed with the men. Alastor had no issues slipping under the blankets and into sleep, your body curled up against his. You were facing Lucifer, who looked exhausted.Â
âSorry for the shock.â You whispered, hand slipping from under the blanket to hold his own. Your mouth opened to say something else, but you stopped yourself. You felt like Lucifer needed space to process.
And he did, taking a moment to look over your face, large red and black deer ears peeking from the blankets behind you.Â
âWhy did he have to be here?â His fangs bared, âWhy not just us?â
Your fingers twirled the wedding band on his left hand, âWe have our own little set of rules for what is okay, and heâs always going to be there. Thatâs the only way this can work.â
Always? This? He wasnât sure which to grab ahold of first.Â
âIâll never get you alone?â He thought he hid his sadness, but he was in fact pouting very noticeably.Â
âNot unless Alastor says so.â
Neither noticed Alastorâs grin slipping through his fake sleep.
His pout deepened, âI hate him.â
âI know.â You laughed, because it was funny. There was really no reason for either of them to hate each other but it seemed neither of their egos could exist in the same room without causing the bad kind of friction.Â
âBut I -,â He laced his fingers with yours, stopping the reminder of his own vows and to some extent your own, âYou. I donât hate you.â
âDo you not-hate me enough?â said quieter than your other questions, as nervous for the answer as you were the first one of the night.Â
âEnough?â Brow knit, Luciferâs pout melted away. You squeezed his hand. Could he tolerate Alastor enough? Get enough of you for himself? His mind came to greed, to Mammon and his disgust for the sin incarnate. Lucifer had been greedy before, tried to take more than he was allowed, and it led to very terrible things. Some would argue the very worst of all things.Â
His nod was barely perceivable. You wondered if youâd imagined it. Perhaps your heart was beating so fast, your eyes shook just enough to see what you wanted.Â
Lucifer fell asleep, hand in yours. When he woke, he found himself turned around. At some point he must have rolled away from you, but before he could wake enough to correct the situation, he noticed your own sounds.Â
âAllie~â You purred, a tone he had never heard you use before anâ Allie?? He gagged.
He could feel the blankets shifting, bed dipping behind him.Â
âYouâre in odd form, beloved.â Alastor said it softly, not meant for anyone else to ever hear, âIâm sorry I canât be of more help.â
A huff, a sigh, you made the smallest whimper, âDo you think Luci -?â
Alastor didnât let you finish, âI donât ever think about him, darling. So, no.â
Lucifer heard a smack of skin, you playfully hitting Alastorâs chest. âBe nice,â It was a warning, not a suggestion. âI didnât want to wake him up yetâŠâ The bed dipped again before he felt your hands slip under his arm and down his chest. He tensed, âLuciâ you whispered a sing-song form of his name, âWake up, please. I need your company before I start my day.â
He wanted to whip around but knew thatâd be suspicious, he needed to play it cool. Be a man who was totally asleep this whole time. Lucifer closed his eyes, as if you could see his face at all, and forced out a yawn. âHmm?â He hoped he sounded sleepy, as he was fully alert at this point.Â
âGood morning, your majesty.â Your hand snaked down his stomach, âCan I have a moment of your time, sire? Iâd like an audience with you.âÂ
He bit his bottom lip, loving the way you spoke about his position. âSireâ was now second to âDaddyâ to his ears. His mind couldnât play along, already overwhelmed. âIâm not busy at the momentâŠsoâŠâÂ
Stupid. Terrible.Â
Alastor agreed with the sentiment Lucifer didnât vocalize.Â
Your hand slipped immediately into his boxers, little blue shorts with bright yellow duckies. Taking long, gentle strokes you found him eager to wake up for you, too.Â
Luci folded the pillow into his face, stifling a groan as he grew under your fingers. You let his foreskin slide up and down his shaft, rubbing along his head until he had grown too large to accommodate. Luckily for you and Luci, he was leaking like a faucet and providing you just the lubricant to keep your hand gliding over his length.Â
He rolled over and began to kiss you, but you quickly pushed him onto his back, coming to straddle him. âMay I?â You ground your hips down, wet lips sliding across his cock. Lucifer choked out a reply, something between âyesâ and âpleaseâ fell from his mouth. You were already naked? Had he missed something?
His eyes flitted to Alastor, who was leaving the bed and going to his armoire. You brought his attention back to you, one hand on his stomach, the other lining him up. Still soft and sore from the night before, Luci much easier slipped into you as you sank down until he was fully sheathed. Taking a moment, you sat on his impossibly hard cock and tried to think of where to put your hands. You leaned back, finding the angle to press his length along your plush g-spot. Slowly, hands on his thighs behind you, you rose up and lowered yourself.Â
Luciâs hands came to your hips, needing something to hold on to. Watching you bounce on his cock was making him sweat, not taking into account the feeling of your tight heat so early in the morning. His sweet angel, taking his cock so well. He fought the urge to push you down and let months of pent up affection pound you into the bed.
Soon enough, you were rising and just letting your full body weight drop onto his lap. When you tried to take a hand to touch yourself, Luciâs tail wound up your thigh. You were startled, slowing to see the spade tip pressing down and flicking across your needy clit.
âWhat the fuck, Luci?â a breathy rhetorical, hand going back to his thigh to regain the speed and force you lost. As you found yourself coming up to that edge, pleasure peaking, you began to moan out his name. Little âLuciââs and Luciferââs chanted to the ceiling.Â
Luciâs head pushed down into the pillow, mind unfurling. âEnough,â He whispered into the air, hips rutting up to meet your frenzied thrusts, his reply lost in the sounds of your bodies connecting.Â
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Lucifer tried to be normal around the hotel, but as hours turned to days he found it harder and harder to keep it together. While always aware of you, always looking for you, he was now noticing the dynamic between yourself and Alastor. The two of you were often in the same spaces, but rarely together. It baffled him. If you were his, heâd never take his hands off you. His fingers would always be in yours, hand on your back, arm linked in arm. How could Alastor exist around you in any other state than at your feet?Â
He began to wonder what exactly you saw in the deer demon. Yes, his dick did work, much to Luciferâs surprise. But surely that wasnât it. Because Luciferâs dick also worked. The math was not mathing.
His bed was suddenly too large. Silk sheets too cold. Room too quiet. Lucifer found himself pacing the halls at night, mind wandering to what you were doing. What you both may be doing. How he would, could, fit in.
Any time he could, he found a reason to touch you. Handing him a plate? Fingers gliding over yours. Entering the same room? Ah, his hand fit so perfectly on the small of your back as he let you go first. Look at this paper! Slide beside him, let his hand come to rest on your waist. Before, he avoided every chance to feel your skin under his own. Now, he was hungry for every little taste. He felt like lightning bit him with every connection to you. He wondered if you felt it, too.Â
Alastor wasnât blind. He saw Luciferâs eyes watching you. How he followed you like a lost puppy.Â
He nearly snapped his microphone in two one morning, seeing Luciferâs hand around your waist. It was odd, the sex? No issue! Who cares? Itâs just bodies. He knew you were satisfied with him regardless of if you ever fucked. You both were quite content to just lie in bed and read, kissing and cuddling under the blankets before bed.Â
But something about this was getting under his skin. Maybe it was the public setting, almost an insult to him. Showing everyone how the King of Hell could have anything he wanted. Anyone.
Or maybe it was something messier. These werenât lustful touches. His hands were always so gentle on you, tender. There was emotion behind the way Luciferâs fingers grazed your body. He was fine with watching another soul lust after you. Your body was something he could share, just flesh. Your heart? His hair bristled. Would Lucifer undermine what he had?
Mint. His mother planted it once in the yard. Mint grows exceptionally well. Too well. If not properly contained, it will spread across the garden and become a weed and overtake the other plants.
He relished in uprooting the mint by the fistfuls.Â
Seeing Lucifer laugh loudly, leaning into your ear to whisper something that made you giggle in return, Alastor thought about mint. Best when ripped from the ground and muddled with a ridged dowel.Â
When you knocked on Luciferâs studio door later that night, the place he had built specially for himself in the new and improved hotel, he frantically tried to clean up the space. You hadnât been alone with him since that morning nearly a week prior now.Â
Truth be told, you hadnât actually planned on Lucifer agreeing to join Alastor and you in bed. You werenât sure how to politely invite him back without sounding like you saw him as just a fuck buddy. When you voiced your concern to Alastor, he laughed. Then patted your head.
Not overly helpful.
âHey there! Long time no see huh?â He laughed a little too hard.
âLuci, we saw each other at breakfast.âÂ
His hat seemed to wither on his head, âRight yeah haha thatâ time away from you feels so long! The heart â,â he stopped talking, âInside?â Wide eyed, he gestured for you to enter.Â
With a nod, you walked in. Just, so many ducks. An ungodly number of ducks. Too many, some could argue.
âWhatâs the latest creation?â You searched the room for anything obviously special.
Lucifer grabbed your hand as he walked past and pulled you to the desk. âCheck this out.â He cupped his hands, holding up a duck with six wings and tiny horns. The wings flapped gently.
âLittle Luci duck?â You tapped the beak.Â
He hummed, âDo you like it? I thought maybe for your bath.âÂ
You genuinely didnât know what to say. Your finger slid up the head and down the back. Bringing it to your lips, you kissed the tiny orange beak. âNow I can have you in my bath every night.âÂ
A smirk, squiggly and long spread across his face. Shoulder to shoulder at his drawing table, he leaned over to kiss your cheek. Your finger tapped your lips, instructions for where to bring his lips next.
âDad?â
Lucifer flipped around, knocking up against the desk and causing ducks to cascade down, âCHARLIE! Haha! HEY!âÂ
Charlie was standing in the open doorway, eyes bouncing from you to Lucifer and back. âSorry, are you⊠busy?â
If you stayed very very still maybe she wouldnât see you.Â
No? Yes? Whichâ which was the least suspicious?
âNo?â Lucifer offered.
âI wanted to talk to you about some hotel stuff. I can come back later?â
You folded, sliding away from Lucifer, âI was just going, actually.â You nodded at Charlie, hands behind your back holding your duck.Â
Alastor lied on your bed while you wallowed, your upset amusing to him. Where you saw an issue, he saw an opportunity. His wide smile seemed to shine under the dim light of your room, âCharlie is too innocent to make such a leap, dear. Sheâd need much more than that to suspect anything.âÂ
âI just donât wanna cause him trouble. His life has enough strife. I didnât start this to make things harder on him.â You buried your face into the pillow.Â
His hand petted softly at your hair, âWhy did you start this?â
You and Alastor werenât a very sexual couple, and though your libido was stronger opposed to Alastorâs distinct lack of one, that was never an issue. But part of why he even allowed Lucifer to join your bed was to help round out your pleasure. Not that Luci was just a dick to you, literally. Alastor knew how badly you wanted to dote on the monarch, and when we you discussed your desires he was happy to oblige. As long as you didnât stray from his side, Alastor was fine with holding the reins of this extension, of sorts, to your own relationship.Â
But he was, at his core, a mortal soul. He was not impervious to feelings of envy.
âWell, yes, more sex with powerful people is quite nice.â Alastor nodded in agreement, the openness something he was fine with. âBut I just wanna see him smile more. Heâs so-,â
âInsignificantly small?â
You glared from over the pillow, âCute.â
His fingers traced down your cheek to your chin, lifting your face to receive a kiss, âDo I still have the controlling share of your heart?â
Rarely, nearly never, did Alastor admit worry. You immediately sat up, the simple question sending off alarms. âOf course! Say the word, Iâll lock the door. Our doors only open as wide as we decide. Together.â Alastor hummed, content with the answer.Â
âThatâs all I need to hear! I will be back by midnight, donât lock anything before then.â With a kiss to your forehead, he excused himself down to the bar.
Sure enough, within an hour Lucifer pulled himself into a bar stool and asked Husk for a soda water with lime. He notoriously avoided alcohol.
From his chair, Alastor watched the king of hell frown into the glass. If he could, he would drink that pitiful look by the bottle.
Alastor appeared beside Lucifer, flashing two fingers to Husk.Â
âYou look like the dog who got kicked.â Alastorâs grin, toothy and sharp, smiled at Lucifer. A laugh track faintly played in the background of his static voice.
âHey hereâs an idea! Go fuck yourself.â
War requires sacrifice. To truly get what you want will always cost you. Alastor knew this well, having paid many prices along his life and death to ultimately come out ahead.Â
âSheâs quite sad, you know. Poor thing is in her bed now, cradling a small duck.â Alastor tipped his glass into his mouth. Lucifer didnât reply, frown pushing into a pout.
âSheâll be asleep by 11, normally when she starts to doze off. Unless, of course, sheâs otherwise preoccupied.â The whiskey burned, he only drank it neat. Unadulterated.
âAre you bragging? Why are you telling me this, you haunted broomstick?â
The glass cracked in his hand as he set it down, âBecause, you empty headed lawn ornament, Iâm giving you my blessing to visit her.â Alastorâs bones seemed to snap as his head turned to look at Lucifer with an eerie jerking.
Immediately he perked up, âOh. Together?â Suspicious.
âIâll be there later.â Alastorâs head cocked to the side, âYou can go ahead.â
Luciferâs eyes narrowed, âWhatâs the catch?â
âNo catch! Why so suspicious?â Alastorâs eyes rolled, now with a smaller grin, âMy darling just has such an appetite, whereas I donât need quite as much, as often.âÂ
That made⊠sense. A lot of sense, actually. Lucifer let that bit of information blanket the past week of observations and everything lined up.Â
âOh!â Lucifer swivelled his chair, âOkayâŠ.does she..want me to see her?â He gripped his cane, a nervous reaction, âShe hasnât actually brought it up since.â
âHow would I know? I was as shocked as you when she asked for you in the first place.â Husk watched Alastorâs smile twitch, hearing what sounded like pure annoyance in his voice as he said it.Â
Lucifer opened his mouth to make a jab, but thought better of it and abandoned the drink and the bar to find you.Â
Husk tried to sneak away, but felt the tug of his chains.
âWhat did you hear, Husker?â Huskâs fur stood on end as he slowly turned to face the fearsome radio demon.Â
âNothing, boss. I donât know what youâre talking about.â His hand had to set the bottle he carried down, shaking too much to be sure he wouldnât drop it.Â
âGood boy.â Alastor finished his whiskey, âIâd hate to have to find a new bartender. Another, please and thank you. Iâve got some time to kill.â
â«â«â«
âLuci?â You looked around the hall, wondering if perhaps someone else had come with him, âWhatâs up?â
He opened his arms, âThat piece of shit said I could see you. Alone.â
Your smile fell, âWhy would he do that?â Lucifer laughed, shrugging it off.Â
âMaybe he knows he is no match for our connection.â His brows rose up and down his face.
âThatâŠ.definitely isnât it, Luci.â
He looked wounded, âMay I still come in? If you want me, that is. Want me TO! Want me, to enter. Inside the room. Your room. Bedroom. This-.,â You opened the door the rest of the way and moved aside.Â
âWhat exactly did Alastor say?â You sat on the small bench at the foot of your bed.
 The worry was visible on your face.
âSomething about different appetites. Aaand I could come up before he came to bed. Oh, and that you were sad.â Lucifer set his hat on the dresser, resting the cane to the side.Â
Those were true things.Â
Yes, you had been sad. Moping just before Alastor left, come to think of itâŠ.was this a little gift? Why wouldnât Alastor tell you beforehand? You rarely did anything without discussing it first.Â
âDid you not want to see me?â Luci misread your face.Â
âOh! No!âÂ
He winced.
âNo, I meanâ no, I did not âŠnot want to see you.â Fuck, his nervous energy was spreading. How did you ever manage a private conversation with him before? âI am very happy youâre here. I felt so bad, about earlier. Did I cause you any trouble with Charlie?â
Luci plopped down beside you, âDonât be silly! She thinks weâre run of the mill pals!â A laugh, âI think.â
Your eyes searched the room. Alone together, in a truly private place. But again, you wanted to show Lucifer more than just your lust for him. You wanted to see him smile, to feel appreciated and seen. That was harder to do when in a dick fog.Â
âAre you okay with starting with a cuddle this time, Luci?â Standing, you lowered the lights with the dial on the wall. âWe can move past it if youâre feeling it. Or just enjoy being in each otherâs company.â
âI love cuddling! Iâm a pro at cuddling! Haha, yes. Totally okay.â He paused, âWhy are you laughing?â
You pulled back the covers, getting into bed, âYouâre so cute, your majesty.â He felt that stupid grin creep across his face, âCome to bed.â
With a puff of red smoke, he was in his boxers and scrambling to you. You tried to stifle another laugh, what a silly person the Devil was. âYou could have done that every time?â You asked. He just nodded, hands coming around your body and pulling you close to him. âYouâre so warm.â Your nose brushed against his.
âFires of hell and all that.â He kissed the tip of your nose, before lightly pressing his lips to your own. Another peck, his hands roaming up your hips and then your arms, then coming to your cheek. He pulled you closer now, deepening his once chaste kisses.Â
Was this cuddling? You thought you had wanted to dote on him. But now it seemed you were the one being showered in adoration. He sighed into your mouth, and your mind went blank. Yes this was cuddling. This was anything he said he wanted it to be.Â
Lips soft, mouth warm, tongue forked. His head tilted, desperate to get himself deeper into your mouth. You tasted like heaven, something he was too scared to miss. Tongue rolling over yours, you moaned into the kiss. Luciâs hands slid from your face to your hip, hand gripping you as he groaned in response. Hips slowly rolling into nothing, he tried to calm down. He finally had you all to himself, and his body reacted with an eagerness he had forgotten. Your own hands pushed gently against his chest, not to make distance, but to feel his body pressing up against your own skin.Â
His lips parted yours, he went to speak but instead returned to kissing you. Leaving your lips and travelling down your neck, he found the will to talk, âTonight, let me take the lead?â You nodded, wondering what his lead would look like.Â
Alastor was always chasing something in you, feeding off more than your body. The few times he would want to go beyond just caressing, he would wring pleasure from you like a deserted man to an empty canteen. His body quaking with every drop he could manage.Â
And Lucifer? Your already wet cunt clenched around nothing but possibilities. You nodded, watching a fire light behind his eyes you hadnât seen in the bedroom before.
âIâm going to spoil you rotten.â His face was bright, both hands pulling your hips onto him as he rolled onto his back. âYou donât need these.â Clawed hands tugging at your panties beneath your open robe.Â
Oh. That was quick.
As you leaned back to remove them, Luciferâs mind was on timing. He could eat you out for hours if afforded it, but he knew Alastor would be coming in eventually. Lucifer had no intentions of sharing you tonight.Â
When you sat down, his hands hooked under your thighs and pulled you up. And up.Â
âLuci?â
âLet me show you how I ruined eden.â He opened his mouth, long tongue snaking out in a truely debauched display. Your body was just near his chin now, and you were too stunned to move. His hands slapped your ass playfully, âPlease take a seat, kitten. Your throne awaits.â
Would you suffocate him? Did he need breathe? Were you heavy? Shou-
âPet.â His hands drummed on your thighs, âJust grab the headboard.â
Mortified. You placed your knees on either side of his head and gripped the headboard. You barely had a chance to lower yourself before he pulled you onto his mouth.
Hot breath. Luci had been dreaming of this for weeks, long before your initial invite. His tongue lapped up the slick from hole to clit, humming into your skin. Your thighs clenched and you had to focus to open them again. You apologized, but Luci just winked and made a show of taking two fingers and setting them on your thigh where he held you.Â
Youâd never done anything where you were the one on watch for the tap tap. It feltâŠ. Good. Deep breath, relax into the system you made for each other.
His tongue dipped into your heat, you hadnât considered the positive attributes of its length until now. Your hips rocked slowly, the feeling of his soft and determined tongue along you walls making your mind reel. How could something be so gentle but so ravaging? Had anyoneâs tongue ever been so deep in you?
Resting your forehead on the headboard you watched Luciâs eyes close, his smile felt from thigh to thigh. Nowhere was Lucifer more in his element than mouth under a wet cunt. As your breath quickened so did your hips, grinding down more and more as you felt the pleasure spiking with every touch.Â
Luciâs tongue left your now dripping hole to latch onto your clit. Sharp teeth pricked your skin as he began to suck, expert tongue intermittently lapping at your little bud of nerves.Â
Your knuckles were turning white as you considered snapping the headboard in half in an attempt to chase the euphoria. It felt so good, but as the time was going forward you could tell it wasnât enough to get you over that hurdle.Â
Cold air rushed to your flushed skin, âWhat do you need, kitten?â Two large eyes, yellow and red, looked up from your lap.
âI want to feel you. Inside.â Your eyes flitted up as his mouth returned to his measured pace on your clit. Whimpering, you thought about reaching back and inserting your own fingers when you found your new friend beat you to it. His spaded tail folded in on itself and slipped past your twitching entrance.
You choked out a noise, the sensation something entirely foreign. Smooth and cold, he just needed to get the tip inside for you to start moaning in earnest. Your body was rocking between his tongue and his tail, shortening the intervals as you ramped up to your orgasm.Â
His hands on your thighs tightened, clawed hands digging into your flesh. His moan made your feet cramp, legs now twitching. âCloseâ Luci!â Talking felt like losing your place, but the way he moaned in response egged you on, âLuci! Please donât sto-,â your abdomen tight, body locked as it edged to that peak, your pleas to not stop devolved into whispered a, âno no no no god noâ into the wooden bed frame.
Luciferâs hands snaked up your sides, holding onto your waist he pulled your full weight down into his mouth, tail twisting as it thrust in and out of you. Just deep enough that the large edge of the spade was spreading your lips with every movement.Â
Eyes closed, your body shook violently over his face as you finally broke through, orgasm flooding your system with endorphins. Feet, legs, stomach, hands, everything loosened. Luciâs tongue stopped, tail slipping out.Â
You didnât make a move, needing a second to just bask in the feeling.
Before it fully waned, Luciâs arms came up and over your thighs before he pushed your body toward his chest. And then you felt yourself falling backwards.
Heâd pushed himself off the bed and flipped you so quickly you hadnât even seen it happen. Vision adjusting you saw his yellow eyes now red, red and black horns sprouted from his forehead.
âOpen up for Daddy, kitten.â He was fully buried in your softened pussy before you could form a thought. Your body hadnât forgotten his size, but you still felt a burning at your entrance where the skin struggled to stretch for him. Luciâs body fell onto yours, his hands bringing your legs up past his hips and behind his back. You hooked your feet together around his waist and held on with both arms, eyes rolling back with every thrust.
âYou feel so good, youâre so tight,â he moaned directly into your ear. Bodies tightly pressed together, an embrace where only his hips would leave your skin and just long enough to piston back into you. Your legs were so far up that your hips werenât on the bed anymore. The angle made your head fall back, muscles unable to receive signals from your bliss addled brain. His arms were under yours, resting beneath your back and on your shoulders, pulling you tighter into to him. You felt surrounded by him, every part of your body touching his. A tangle of flesh and whimpers. âYouâre so beautiful, kitten. You take daddyâs cock so well. Iâm melting.â His horns brushed against your head, the sound of them slipping across the comforter with every thrust reminding you of their presence.
Lucifer felt lost in you. He fought to keep his mind clear enough to ensure his embrace stayed gentle. You were a bundle of softness and heat under him. He felt his balls creeping up, tightening as he was ready to chase your own orgasm with his. For a second his eyes searched the immediate area for Alastor. The word âcumâ ringing in his ears.
With a sigh, hot and heavy at your neck, he pressed into you as far as his body could enter. As you could feel the warmth of his cum filling you, your cunt began to spasm around him. Body instinctively hungry for him. His hands hooked under your shoulders held you still, your legs still tight around his waist.
You stayed there until you both were breathing normally. Your legs fell down, thighs falling open as you released your grip on him. Luci didnât move for another minute, opting to rest his head in your chest. Silence, just the gently rolling waves of soft pleasure and contentment still coming.
Satiated, you suddenly felt so drowsy. âLuci.â
His head popped up, horns gone and sclera back to yellow, âYes, kitten?â
âBlankets.â You let your eyes closed, feeling the comforter being pulled to you.
Alastor walked in to find you both asleep, Lucifer still on top of you, heads at the foot of the bed and feet on the pillows. The comforter half assed folded over your bodies.
He wasnât surprised. Alastor peeled Luci off of you and tossed him onto the pillows.Â
âFuck you, hair cut,â Lucifer whispered, between awake and asleep.
âYes yes, your majesty. Fuck you too.â Alastor picked you up and set you where you belonged. He pulled the blankets over you both, taking a beat to stare down at the scene.
Beloved, happily asleep. Obnoxious monarch, looking angelic beside you. Lucifer looked so much more tolerable when sleeping.
He considered for a moment returning to his own room, as he had planned all along. Looking from you to Lucifer, he felt something swell in his chest.Â
Keeping you was a treasure. A treasure he trusted would always be his. But to have you and the king of hell? Not just influence by way of your ties to Lucifer? Well, that could bring power.
His mother always recommended containment for mint, Alastor pulling too many and not allowing for them to enjoy the benefits of their hard work for very long. Containment, he considered, locking the bedroom door and taking his place beside you.
â«â«â«
When there was a knock in the morning all three of you popped up from the pillows.
âWho the hell is that? Itâs so earlyâŠâ your eyes struggled to focus on the clock.
âFffuck,â Alastor held his face in his hands. âI forgot I-,â
âHello?â Charlie said into the door.
You and Lucifer slowly turned to stare at Alastor, a thin smile from ear to ear on his face.
âAlastor asked me to wake you up. So you wouldnât miss the planning meeting.â
âCanât a demon be a little chaotic now and then?â Alastor mused, your eyes boring holes into his skull.Â
The doorknob rattled, âOh⊠He said it would be open. Well, okay⊠I guess Iâll let you sleep! Maybe next week!â
As Charlie made her way down the hall she just missed the sound of furniture moving and a thud as Lucifer tackled Alastor out of the bed and onto the floor, hands on his throat.Â
This was going to be a problem.
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Detransers and ex-gays are alike in that they try to portray themselves as simply offering up their own unique individual experiences while pushing narratives that directly feed right-wing paranoia towards the trans and gay communities. That's why conservatives are so keen to promote and amplify these people. They want you to believe that the trans community or the gay community has "victims" that are speaking out against them.
It's no coincidence that all the big "detrans" voices in the media paint a story of being rushed into transitioning and facing social pressure in favor of transitioning, when studies have consistently shown that most people who detransition do so not because they no longer identify as trans but because of medical complications, economic factors or social pressure *against* transitioning.
Where are all the detrans voices talking about being pressured by friends, family or partners into detransitioning despite a continued desire to transition? Where are all the detrans voices talking about losing access to HRT and being forced back into the closet? Where are all the detrans voices talking about having to choose between transitioning or keeping their job? These people are out there. These are all commonly reported reasons for detransitioning in the literature. But for some reason, these people don't tend to identify as "detrans" or get picked up by media outlets to give their perspectives.
The detrans community and detrans movement is not a representative sample of folks who detransitioned. It is a self-selected group of anti-trans activists who represent nothing more than the fact that exploring your gender identity does not immunize you from transphobic propaganda. I do not lack sympathy for those who have regrets over their transition or a complicated relationship with gender and transness. But sympathy does not mean we should tolerate the spread of transphobic ideas and transphobic narratives.
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It's so clear to me that so many so called "anti Zionists" - especially the non Palestinian goyim - have no idea how the Israeli election system works, and how bibi remains in power, and why we had five elections in like, three years, despite elections supposedly being every four years - because he couldn't keep a government stable enough to stay in power. Bibi netanyahu is MASSIVELY unpopular, and his approval rate has tanked even more since the war started, even among likud voters, the people who vote for HIS party (although their approval rates ranked less than the rest of the population). He has an extreme right wing government because if he didn't cooperate with right wing extremists and haredim he straight up wouldn't have the majority he needs to be our prime minister in the first place. He's been on trial for corruption for years at this point, and tried to completely restructure the judicial system just to avoid prison - leading to nearly a full year of protests until Oct 7. Luckily it didn't end up passing.
If elections were held at any point in the last five months since this war started, not only would he not be PM, we'd straight up have a center-left government. My recent transformation into a Yair Golan stan account is a joke but also 100% real - according to polls from the last three months or so, if he does what he's campaigning to do, leading a combined avoda and meretz party, he'd get enough votes to have an actual influential left wing party in the government for the first time in decades. An unbelievable amount of Israelis are calling for bibi to resign, many of them not calling for it to happen after the war ends, but right now.
I am sourcing this information from polls conducted by channels 11 (kan), 12, and 13, as well as by the Israeli democracy foundation, all but one of our important news channels - channel 14, the last channel, is our equivalent of fox news, and despite their numbers often being extremely different due to what is in my opinion biased reporting and flawed methodology, even they at times have had to admit that gantz is currently leading in the polls.
(Disclaimer that I work for a company that provides subtitles for channel 13, but i do not directly work for channel 13. Channel 13 leans mostly center left, and employs several (self identified) Arab Israelis in front of the camera, including Lucy Aharish, who makes considerable effort to bring Palestinian and Bedouin perspectives to her show. It also employs at least one massive racist though.)
I write this post because I keep seeing an unsourced claim by goyim that there's a poll showing a high rate of approval - 88%! - of the destruction and/or deaths Israel and the IDF are causing in Gaza. I went down a rabbit hole and simply couldn't find a poll asking about approval of deaths or destruction, although maybe I was looking up the wrong keywords? As a result I have just... So many questions. Because with the information I have from trustworthy local news sources, from the news channels I mentioned above and papers such as yediot aharonot/ynet and Haaretz, it doesn't fit with current public opinion, including many recent protests for more efforts towards a ceasefire. So my questions are thus -
Who conducted this poll? Was it a think tank, a government agency, a paper, a news channel? If so, which one? Are they left leaning, right leaning? Was it conducted by an Israeli or foreign institution?
Who did they ask? Was it a sample of likud voters; all Israeli adults; did they include only Jewish Israelis or also Arab citizens (approx. 1.5 million out of our 8 million population), Bedouins, and other minorities?
When was the poll conducted? Was it in October, immediately after the Oct 7 massacre, before the death toll in Gaza grew? Was it conducted more recently?
What, exactly, did they ask? Did they ask about destruction in general, or about the death toll in particular? Did they ask about the attempts to rescue hostages with military means, or all military actions? Did they ask about the number of Hamas operatives dead, about their estimated ratio of Hamas to civilians, about the total deaths?
What was the size of the pool surveyed? Was it conducted on a few dozen, a few hundred, or a few thousand people?
Because without this information, that one, sole statistic is essentially useless. As Mark Twain said, there are lies, damned lies, and statistics. Always look at the source and ask: who asked the questions, who got asked, and what the questions were.
More specific statistics and sources under the cut.
I did find one survey by the Israel democracy foundation that asked if the IDF should take the Gazan suffering into account - an entirely different question, although it did still have a horrific 89% Jewish Israelis and 14% Arab Israelis and Palestinian citizens who said they shouldn't. That said, the pool they were drawing from was not very large - 500 of the interviews were conducted in Hebrew, 100 were conducted in Arabic. Also, of the people who supposedly said that they shouldn't, a little more than half of both populations said they should "somewhat" take it into account - that is, they didn't say they shouldn't take it into account at all, just not make it their first priority. This survey was conducted mid December.
In another survey by the same source with a slight larger sample size (a little over 600 Jewish Israelis and a little over 150 Arab Israelis), an insanely low 15% still wanted Bibi to be the PM, with the only candidate who received more than 6.5% being the center candidate Benny Gantz, who historically has tried to cooperate with center and left parties, with a whopping 23% of the votes. The survey included 10 candidates, as well as five other non candidate options. 4% voted "just not Bibi", and an actually insane 30.5% voted they were undecided. Only a quarter of those surveyed believed Bibi would manage to maintain a coalition after the war, a number that includes more extreme right wing voters, and only the ultra Orthodox haredi population had a majority of people (60%) who believed he can. This survey was conducted in January.
The channel 13 news survey from early March - barely over a week ago! - covered more specifically which parties would manage to get into the government and how many seats they would get, as under a certain amount of votes you simply do not get seats. Not all seats get into a coalition. According to their poll, the amount of seats the likud would get is halved, from 32 to 17, while gantz's the state camp would grow from 12 to 39. While currently meretz gets 4 seats and haavodah do not get enough votes to get a seat at the table so to speak, a combined haavodah and meretz under Yair Golan gets 9 mandates. In total, the right wing only get 47 mandates, well short of the amount of mandates necessary to create a government.
Channel 12's corresponding poll from January shows 35 mandates for gantz, and bibi had 18 mandates. Channel 11, in the same month, gave gantz 33 mandates and bibi 20.
I also sources an English Jerusalem post article which reports on channel 14's polls; jpost is a right wing biased paper, and yet even they report 36 mandates for gantz and 18 for bibi as of February.
Sources
The Israel democracy institute: 1 (English), 2 (Hebrew), 3 (Hebrew)
Haaretz: 1 (English) (paywalled)
Channel 13: 1 (Hebrew)
Ma'ariv: 1 (Hebrew) (reporting on channel 12)
Podcast which summarizes the above article: 1 (English) (includes transcript)
Kan 11: 1 (Hebrew)
Jpost: 1 (Hebrew)
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