#living vicariously through this vessel

[frolicinq]

Look at my Holly thoughts boy

[major-knighton]

OP if you want me to delete this bc it fucks with your good vibe tell me

when an older person hits you with the “they would’ve loved you” when talking about a deceased person……. yeah

[itsabouttimex2]

MK is a cool character and the fandom rightfully likes him very much but sometimes I think people forget he’s not supposed to be a character meant for self-inserting who’s only purpose is to get stronger so the viewer can vicariously live through his exploits and instead is very much a full-fledged individual with a personality and flaws and traumas, and not a mere vessel for audience wish fulfillment.

“MK should have had the Golden Cicada's power!” “MK should've learned umbrakinesis from Macaque!” “MK should be stronger than Sun Wukong!” “MK should go insane and beat everyone up!��

And I wonder if maybe these people wouldn't be happier just watching Dragon Ball Z because the end character they want never ends up being “MK” or “Qi Xiaotian” or even “The Harbinger of Chaos.”

It's Diet Goku (TM) with a side of angst.

And I just think there’s a lot more to be explored with him beyond constant power-ups fueled by angst-filled near-apocalypses.

[forwomenbiwomen]

things that happened in my relationship that are incredibly common in female x mtf relationships to the point of ubiquitousness

starts from porn (addiction) + begins as a cross-dressing/sissy fetish

lives vicariously through you and what you wear, may want you to dress a certain way + buy you clothes they want for themselves

fashion style entirely informed by sissy porn/childish OF accounts

goes through your underwear, uses your makeup (even if they have their own makeup)

has no interest in stereotypical female things that aren't enjoyable, like housework & general admin/labor. still relies on the female partner to do most if not all of the housework (bonus points if the mtf partner is unemployed), except now there's added labor of being expected to help with makeup and nails and fashion

once they renounce cross-dressing as a fetish and accept their trans identity, all enjoyment they got out of your physical appearance disappears. they no longer care how you dress and often become unaffectionate. quote from behind the looking glass (trans widow documentary) that resonated with me: 'there is nothing you can be or do that will make you the object of his affection. he is the object of his affection [...] you're someone for him to look at and validate the fetish'

you have nobody to speak to if they aren't out, but they will make loads of new 'trans girl' friends (who will be immediately sexually inappropriate towards your partner) who they can talk to about the transition. once they are out you still likely don't have anyone to speak to because negative feelings = transphobia = bad partner

EVERYTHING is about your trans partner and their feelings

lying about gender dysphoria (+ etc) to doctors to get hormones quicker

gets jealous, angry, or upset if you make any effort to look nice, because they "can't"

forcefully identifies you as a lesbian, because this validates them (if you're a lesbian, you must never have thought of them as a man/they've been a woman all along). basically uses you as a constant vessel of validation, even if it's against your will

believes that despite you still 100% maintaining the female role when it comes to labor, you are now in a lesbian relationship

this one didn't happen to me, but it is incredibly common: coming out as trans directly after the wedding or just after their partner has given birth i wish more people spoke out about their experiences within these relationships, and i wish it was spoken about more on radblr. so many women are suffering in these relationships and it is ASTOUNDING how similar experiences are.

YUUPPPPP 🗣️👏👏

This is so important lol. It's unbelievably common, and I say "unbelievably" only because people ignore it so not to be transphobic. It's insane how this abuse comes via a fetish and is somehow incredibly validated because of it. Mad world. I'm glad you're here now!!!

[lilacxquartz]

PRETTY LITTLE TRINKET

harpy shoko ieiri x reader

plot: while lost at sea, you find yourself saved by a monster yet unable to leave — themes: yandere shoko, monster/human romance, f!reader, time period: early 1900s, alternate universe: mythical creatures

chapter 1 of 5 • next chapter > • main masterlist • ao3

1. Bon Voyage

If you were being completely honest, then you weren’t quite too sure as to why you took on this job in the first place. Perhaps you were just… desperate enough to escape from home. The prospect of working didn’t seem all too terrible if it meant not being cooped up indoors anymore, especially with the threat of an arranged marriage looming just around the corner.

The problem was, however, that very few vacancies had accepted women. That was the most frustrating part about this whole ordeal as you were forced to search a little further than you would have liked. Realistically speaking, the big city was your best bet since they let just about everyone work there now. Before you set out though, your mother tried again and again to talk you out of such, in her eyes ‘troubling’ prospects, pleading with you to reconsider. Perhaps it wasn’t a case of her not wanting for you to explore the world, maybe she had her dreams to do such a thing too—if even just vicariously, but the world she knew was an unforgiving one and it would kill her to see you get hurt.

You understood that sentiment perfectly well, but you also didn’t care. If this was your only given life then what fun was there in obeying the norm when you had the opportunity to potentially defy it?

What fun was it, after all, to spend all of your remaining years left on this earth playing the role of a devoted housewife when there was so much to see of the world?

You wanted to experience it all.

You wanted to live.

You supposed that’s what did it, then. When you found the open vacancy that sought to fill out the role of a crew member aboard an embargo ship, it was almost like a sign for you. The positon itself was buried underneath all sorts of ads in the local paper and the salary wasn’t otherwise too different from what was offered in the city, but it was a place to work with both room and board.

The captain, who upon seeing the almost desperate and sheltered look that was apparent on your face could have abused his role when taking you on, but he never did. Supposedly, you reminded him of his late daughter who he had lost to the winter sickness, so from the goodness of his own heart, whether you were qualified or not, he took you in. The two of you both got on very well too and soon enough, the ship began to feel like a second home.

The work itself wasn’t too bad either, although it was exhausting at times. Since the ship was a cargo vessel, it meant that a lot of the ‘travel’ was linear as it cruised from one harbour to the other. However, sometimes, during the less busy seasons, the ship would at times sail towards the more leisurely spots. You’d dock together as part of the crew and the captain would personally direct you to all sorts of activities and delicacies alike—perhaps it would have been things his late daughter would have liked—but you didn’t quite mind at all, the two of you, helped each other heal in one way or another.

In a way, regardless, you were seeing the world as you had intended to do so from the very beginning. You were happy, even, with your place in life for the first time in forever to such an extent that you refused to go home—hoping to continue this sort of life for as long as you could help it.

However, what with the sea being a surely unforgiving place; it seemed that fate had a different sort of plan in store for you. It was a dark and stormy night, a setting that wasn’t all too unfamiliar when sailing through the murky depths. The ocean was seldom forgiving and that one particular night was more violent than usual. Heavy, crashing waves punched into the ship with such a strong impact, that when it leaned, you could hear as the vessel declined and creaked and waned and then finally… capsise.

It was an unreal experience to have woken up to such horrors, since just moments before you were fast asleep, blissfully unaware of what was churning on the surface. A part of you wondered if it was just the case of being understaffed due to a low hire season, but just from hearing the roaring force of the waves just outside, you quickly understood that there was never any hope to be had in the first place.

No, this voyage was a doomed one from the minute that it had begun to set sail.

You scrambled forward either way, tearing out of your chambers as you dove head first into the quickly flooding hallway. Everything was leaning to the side, the scene disorienting you with the muddied direction. Some things were on fire in the distance, just barely illuminating the way. For the most part, you had to use your own internally mapped memory to swim your way out. You clawed desperately through the misdirected waters that pushed and kneaded you back and forth, hissing sharply strained whispers as your leg snagged over what felt like sharp metal. Your arms too, quickly grew tired as they thrashed towards the surface, just barely making it out in time to climb aboard the sinking wreck. Just like everyone else before you, however, you were soon hurled toward the dark waters, ready to be consumed by the pull of the unwavering void.

A fiery sensation flooded into your lungs; the feeling of molten lava trickling into your core and settling far and deep took over your senses. You couldn’t even breathe anymore as an unseen force prevented both the entry and exit of air alike.

No regrets were however had as you tried your best to at least float towards the surface, wherever that could have possibly been. Even despite your near-early end, you would have died free in the open world and thankfully not a prisoner to a life you knew that you would have hated.

So when your vision at last declined, surrendering to something beyond just the darkness; you simply just… accepted it all.

~~~

Much to your surprise, you managed to wake up. Somewhere bright. The sensation of grass and branches alike poked at your bare skin, leaving you in a perpetual state of slight discomfort. In a spur of confusion, you tore upwards to make sense of what you were feeling exactly, choking out lodged water out of your lungs that then oozed down your chin, mixing with dribbling saliva. A sharp sensation of searing pain swept through your leg when you tried to adjust your position, finding that there was tightly bound seaweed clinging around your thighs in a makeshift bandage of some sort. Your mind drifted back to the memory of you hurting yourself the night(?) before, but you couldn’t have been too certain.

The pain was a harsh reminder that you were essentially trapped wherever it was you were, nothing seeming familiar in your immediate line of sight.

In fact, where were you exactly?

You looked all around you, finding that you were on a cliff edge of some sort and that you were sitting in the middle of a giant nest. Some sort of fear gripped you, thinking that you might have been a snack for some sort of vulture, but then your mind quickly dismissed the thought. Such big birds didn’t exist… did they?

It must have been something else.

As your mind raced for answers, your train of thought was suddenly stifled by the roaring flutter of descending winds settling over your location. Looking up, you tried your best to make sense of what you were looking at exactly, but you were completely and utterly stumped.

Was this a man? A woman? A bird?

(…Both?)

Whatever they were, they knelt immediately, extending out their clawed feathered fingers to tug and tighten the seaweed wrapped around your leg, securing it further into place, slapping away your hand into submission upon your protesting action.

“Stop,” they said. It was a woman’s voice, sounding oddly human. There was a strong hint of compassion laced in her tone, lulling you into the belief that all was just fine. However, the more you looked at her, the more you were left confused. Was this a… monster?

You stopped fretting either way, half believing whatever this was to be a dream—despite it all feeling so shockingly real.

The bird-monster leaned you back down into her nest, her eyes fixated on your weary pupils before settling down next to you. Her feathered form kept you warm despite the harsh coastal wind. “Rest,” she commanded, her words almost hypnotic, driving you off into a deep sleep whether you wanted to go under or not.

Maybe the answers could come later, then—but given just how bizarre this whole thing was—maybe also not.

For now, you needed to first recover.

Then you could find the appropriate time to freak out and question and attempt to make sense of this whole thing.

Who was she… and why did she save you?

this is part 3 of lilac’s bite sized yandere nightmares

[fivewholeminutes]

Alexxxx!!!

Tell us all about your experience!

I'm stuck at work, so if or when you have time! Let me live vicariously through you! 🖤🔥

-♥︎

HELLO MY DEAR GHOST, sorry for taking my time with it, i needed 37495 hours of sleep 😮‍💨🫂

Where do i even start!! Apart from how glad i am i could experience this with my beautiful friends @a-s-levynn @takemetoasgard and @thevenomousseprent (which was also my host for this trip mwah mwah mwah thank you once again, tell your cat i miss him 💖)

The rest under a cut, bc i am yapping a lot

It might sound silly, but that was my very first actual gig experience with friends who are as dedicated to see a band as me and it's HUGE for me ok. I am still emotional about this, I've never had this before 😭

And boooy. The coldest day of the week in Budapest and we've been by the venue by 9am. It was so so worth it tho, we've got barricade on iii's side, babey!!!!!!!!!! The organisation of the venue was so good too. At some point they came out to us with hot tea, the ticket office was giving people valuable clues, they opened a merch stand inside in warmth for people who were queueing early, the security check was swift etc. etc.

I forgor to check Bilmuri before the show and i was positively surprised by them, what a band!! Their energy was extremely contagious.

And now, the main event. It was a blast, seeing them after almost a year, man. They were so close. The sound was surprisingly good, for where we were standing (not perfect, but still, i could even hear Espera well, which never happened before!!!!!). It felt unreal, i missed seeing them live so much, like. They're here. A few meters away from me!!!! My neck stopped hurting from headbanging only today.

The cloak man's prancing is even more free, it's good he got a bigger enclosure for his shenanigans. The podiums for the girls and ii moving up and down was a nice touch (idk if they did that in the US??), iii was in his element, feeling the music very much. And iv. Well. The screams are scrumptious live. And you probably saw the Neck Photo™

The catwalk was so much fun too!! Let Espera or ii walk down the catwalk next time tho

They're so good live what the fuck man who gave them the right i mean. I knew this, but still. What the fuck, maaaan. With more money for the sound design and light design it's even more ethereal than before. The fucking. Lights. At one point i turned to look at Vessel on the catwalk and the lights shining on the back walls were so good i started taking photos of the lights instead of Vessel. Sorry, Vessel. But look at those lights!!

The drum solo returned my will to live. iii's moves returned my will to live. Well, the whole gig returned my will to live.

There weren't many bad things happening either! Someone laughed out loud during one calmer part of Atlantic, but it was a coincidence, i think. No stupid yelling, no crowdsurfers (THANK FUCK), well, at least not where we were standing.

Also, the whole time before the show, there was a Vessel cosplayer standing ominously at the top of the section with seats. It was hillarious:

Kudos to whoever decided to play the whole LP's Reanimation album between doors opening and Bilmuri's gig. And to that one ST crew guy who had to run closer to the stage every single time anyone from the band was going to the catwalk, poor guy. Also, i didn't recognise Adam in the new haircut at first lmao

ii made a mic drop with his drumsticks after one song (don't remember which), it was funny. You go, red bull man!!

Starting with TNDNBTG and finishing with Euclid gave me -374959HP damage. I managed not to cry on Euclid, tho. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I'VE BEEN WAITING TO HEAR EUCLID LIVE?

Btw. During Euclid i caught iii's pick. I mean, technically it hit me in the chest and landed on my fanny pack, but yeah. Do you know how much it means to me that it was during motherfucking Euclid of all songs??? Especially when it was my first time hearing it live???

Here's a pic with a very done-with-his-owner's-shit model:

(Dw, he was purring anyway)

I took around 150 bracelets with me to give away to people. Yes, 150. Yes, i am unwell. It's only the half of what i've already done, anyway. People thought i wanna sell them lmao. Nope, i am Just Like That and Yes You Can Take More Than One Bracelet, I Don't Mind. I did get some things in exchange from some people, though!! Behold, exchange gifts and gifts from my friends (love u 🥺):

Peeled Vessel plush (and fivewholeminutes bracelet) from @thevenomousseprent 🐍✨️💓

Print and Berry Vessel (Bessel, if you'd like) from a very cute person who in the midst of everything i forgot to ask about their name. Thankfully, i have a card with their insta handle!!

I didn't ask the ii sticker person and Euclid/Jericho/Calcutta bracelets about their details too 😔

Atlantic keychain from @taka-chan 💖 (ALSO I REALISED I WASN'T FOLLOWING YOU??? I WILL CHANGE THAT IN A SECOND, I'M SORRY, I AM CHAOTIC)

Hands keychain from @bubacorn 💖 (I LOVED YOUR HAIR AND OUTFIT BTW, BUT I WAS TOO SHY TO TELL YOU, SORRY)

Euclid bracelet and serpent ring from my beloved @takemetoasgard 😘😘😘

And, of course, the army of Tiny Tokens from @a-s-levynn 🔪🍌❤️‍🔥

Overall, amazing experience, 10/10, i love my friends, i love Budapest, i love this stupid fucking band that makes me travel for the whole night in a bus and stay in 2 Celsius degrees for hours.

Ok, that is finally all, sorry it was this long. Thank you for this ask, it was very fun summing it all up, i hope you could at least for a moment live through this experience while reading my ramblings 🥺🫂💖🌸🌸🌸

EDIT: i forgot i also got this banger keychain in exchange!! From a person who came for a few rituals from fucking Canada.

LOOK AT THOSE TEEF!!!!!!!!!

[troutfur]

With how you characterize Cloudtail, what’s he like? His relationship to Firestar and his cousins Squirrelflight and Leafpool? His mate and children?

A lot of what I think of Cloudtail's characterization in Haneossia stems from a frustration with his uncle. Fireheart assimilated... not easily, he definitely gets much pushback and bigotry. But perhaps it'd be more accurate to say fully. This is helped by the fact he was well-trained and turned out to be a strong and skilled fighter. Very much a true believer in the power of hard work and keeping your head down until you prove yourself.

As Cloudkit and later Cloudpaw grew into the Clan with that same aura of distrust around him and later came to understand where it all came from, he was outraged. But Fireheart definitely tried to steer him into proving himself the way that it'd worked for him. This led him to really try to connect with Princess and his kittypet heritage, leading directly into the incident where he was adopted out and had to escape later.

It's not that Fireheart denied him a connection to Princess. But he certainly expected him to meet her and move on fast. Not for him to deepen it and keep in close contact. It's something that he carved out for himself, always careful to not arouse suspicion and get caught. I think on some level Firestar may have later figured it out but rather than cutting it out he reluctantly let it continue. He thinks it was the right decision for him to cut contact but he lives his what if vicariously through Cloudtail.

It's this early experience with the flaws of the Clans and the contact he kept with his mother that set the stage for his atheism. Atheism is not exactly the right word but rather than get into the nitty gritty of the comparative religion hair-splitting the important thing is he doesn't believe in an afterlife nor that natural phenomena have agency and personhood. He just never got enough satisfactory answers to counteract his skeptic attitude.

He is not an intentionally obtuse idiot. He clearly knows that magic exists in his world but he doesn't think it is directed by a being any more than your average 21st century person believes that gravity or electromagnetism is directed by a being.

I feel this rebel streak and willingness to question things served him well with regards to Brightheart. He is able to ground her when Clan ideas of worthiness, honor, and legacy are being maladaptive to how she thinks. He brings her a reality check and although she doesn't agree with all of his rebel behavior she can tolerate it for that. Plus he is just genuinely smitten by her and he's a great hugger too.

Finally, with regards to Leaf and Squirrel, I think Firestar wouldn't want him to be too big an influence in their early lives. Not that he would have banned them from interacting completely but certainly didn't encourage either side to seek the other. Of the two I see Squirrel more likely to seek him out and most influenced by him. He amplified the Firestar's little nightmare factor for her and got a kick out of it.

All in all, in some ways I think Cloudtail is a more fitting vessel for the rebel archetype that Firestar is often given in fanworks. But at the same time I don't think he'd be a far-reaching reformer or a figure of legend whose influence reverberates. More of a guy that got a happy ending by forging a space for himself to keep what he likes of Clan life and disregarding the things that did not serve him. Truly someone who found a way to live with a paw in each world.

[wishful-seeker]

List of recipes beamed into my head in dreams, stuff i have never tried and sometimes never really heard of.

1. Sweet dream milk tea

Black tea

Milk

Apple slices

Cinnamon

Caramel sauce

Served hot. I tried it in the dream, loved it, made it irl, and it tasted the same.

You steep the tea in the hot milk and let the apples and cinnamon stick soak in the milk, mix in caramel.

2. Steak wrap

Im not much one for wraps or sandwiches, I've always wanted a good one to try but never end up liking any.

I dreampt of:

Tortilla wrap lightly cooked in a skillet to give it a crisp.

Over easy egg on it

Juicy steak

Cilantro

Some kind of watery, tangy sauce with a tiny bit of heat, people told me its probably cimichurri. I had never heard of it and i have never tried it, but it seems to be the right sauce.

I haven't tried this yet

3. Never got the full recipe and i didn't try it in the dream but was given ingredients

Tahini (ive never tried this and i don't really know anything about it other than its name)

Mushrooms (they were brown and thats all i know, I've never eaten mushrooms)

And something spicy

I probably wont try this because its not really my thing.

But yeah i have a superpower were something beams food recipes into my head while i sleep. Let me know if you guys try these and like them. I'm almost convinced a spirit is using me as a vessel to live vicariously through me as a cheff or something.

[sscarletvenus]

i see you did a genderbend fic, thoughts on how fem!goo would look? :3 headcanons?

omg hello anon!! and thank you for the question!!

THREE FEM!GOO HEADCANONS, FROM YOURS TRULY:

. appearance- kinda imagine her looking very much like kim hieora...sharp facial features, bloodless skin, dark undereye circles, pin straight hair, tall and lean... like ethereal, but in a truly unsettling way. something inhumane and cruel and alien but she's so gorgeous that you cannot comprehend properly the intensity of her being all of those things!!!

. i think she would still be the kind of general moral vagabond as in canon. blood and blood and replay. she's very insatiable and intense at all times. she loves chaos, horror, and being the cause of that turbulent terror. gloats over it. is nourished by it.

. she has NO instinct for nurture whatsoever. her moral compass is a roulette wheel. she doesn't have exaggerated, hypocritical ideals like Gun does. she just needs something to kill, endless, itchy waiting for her prey to deliver itself to her open mouth and bared teeth. SHE doesn't enjoy hunting. Gun does. She likes her prey willing, because that is how and when they taste the sweetest...

. as a teenager she's terrifyingly self-possessed and intense. is it a facade for her weakness? can weapon ever be weak? should the one who wields the weapon deserve to kill if they're weak? the sword is the vessel for her brutality as well as her defence against annihilation...

. another aspect to be pondered over is the role her assigned sex at birth or gender identity and expression would play in her portrayal as a character. Goo is someone who has, always, loved and lusted over money and power. both her and Gun are children weaned on poison who take comfort and pleasure in extreme violence and sadism. BUT. BUT. But it's not the same, never the same.

. what happens when your best friend betrays you long before YOU betray him, simply by being a man, just because he has, inherently, without even trying, by birthright, everything YOU wished to be? what do you do when he is the one with the natural, omnipotent power that you so ardently hunger for, and you are nothing but a weapon, a toy, a wild animal to poke and prod? familiarity breeds contempt.

. Goo is someone that hates being underestimated and undervalued. AND THIS is where i think her irreconcilable fragmentation from Gun and Charles and Tom begins.

. She surrounds herself with incredibly strong and equally morally corrupt men (secret friends) to vicariously live through them her own fantasies of enacting unbridled slaughter just for the sake of her own pleasure, her desires that would otherwise be looked upon with unforgivable contempt by a society diseased with patriarchy...

. i would love to go into her experiencing disillusionment under Charles... stowing her beliefs in a fallible God, worshipping said God with blood and until he ends up demanding her own... would a believer betray the deity? if she loses her identity, what is the basis of her existence, then?

. some style analysis- I feel like she would EAT in these vintage corporate high fashion pieces from jacques fath/ralph lauren/christian dior

. lmao I feel like I rambled without making much sense but I would love to explore fem goo more and thanks to you anon!!! HAVE AN INCREDIBLE DAY ILY

edit. THIS IS MORE THAN THREE BUT I YAP TOO MUCH AND CANNOT COUNT SO FORGIVE ME!!!

[sleep-token-confessions]

I haven’t had the opportunity to attend a Sleep Token Ritual and I am living vicariously through snippets on social media platforms and YouTube videos. I am so excited to see them filling out arenas and find myself smiling every time I see Vessel singing for tens of thousands of people. I can only imagine the feeling, the electricity zapping through his veins - what a rush. I want them to continue touching souls, their music resonates with so many and we are all floating in their majestic ocean. What a glorious ascension and what a time to be alive to witness it unfold.

.

[pedropascallme]

oh god i’m feeling the shayne guilt too. i also have a huge crush on courtney so it’s like a double homicide hehe

i think as long as the feeling is not a weird parasocial thing (we never stood a chance, neither of them have stolen your beloved crush from you, and they are clearly both happy) then it’s okay. it’s a lot of information to take in at once - not only are they not single, but they’re MARRIED, and to each OTHER? i’m still reeling i love them.

anyway, i think as everyone gets used to their relationship being canon irl, the guilt will go away. i hope so, anyway, i miss my fluffy imaginary dates with them

- 💌

DOUBLE HOMICIDE!!

Yeah, I think you're totally right. I think a lot of people project a sort of reality onto their celebrity crushes that makes them more "real," in the sense that they go about their crush on said celebrity as they would a person they know irl. Which, fine, whatever, but you also have to remember that above all else, these people do not KNOW you. They don't have any semblance of a relationship with you, and they are allowed to pursue their own relationships.

I think the issue with Shayne and Courtney especially is people feel entitled to know about their entire relationship (timeline, wedding, etc.) both because they're like, conventionally attractive people who have been online for a while, but also because people seem to live vicariously through them as far as their romance goes. Yet another reason why I really respect Damien's approach on stream last night where he was basically like "I'm not telling you anything that my friends haven't already said or told me I can say," essentially letting everybody know that he (and other cast members) wouldn't let themselves be a vessel for that kind of parasociality.

But like, they're happy! And they're more than allowed to be happy! I honestly think they're entitled to having silly newlywed honeymoon time and if that means we won't get any information for a while or ever, that's fine!!!! I, personally, am so fucking happy for them and have been a quiet shipper for as long as they've been on the channel.

And it's ok if you still consume reader insert fics or fantasize about either of them, as long as you aren't actively showing them these things and forcing them to look at stuff that would make them uncomfortable. Fics are for fandom spaces, not necessarily for the people they're about, and that's a huge boundary that I think those of us who write fics on smoshblr are really good at understanding and respecting.

[sleepanonymous]

hi! wanted to ask a few people this: since wembley is in 2 weeks, do you have any predictions on what might happen, or do you think sleep token will do anything special?

Hey Anon! Ty for the ask (and I'm also super sorry if I'm the last person to answer). I have a few predictions for the Wembley Ritual, yeah, mostly what I’ve heard from other fans, though. I think the majority of these were already listed by others, but here are my predictions in order of least likely to most likely:

Sleep Token will unmask I honestly never see them unmasking, at least not on stage. There may be identity acknowledgement at some point, since it’s getting harder and harder for fans to dodge that information, but I don’t think we will ever see Sleep Token live on stage performing without their masks, especially at Wembley. It would go against the “separation of art from the artist” viewpoint that Vessel and the band have.

Vessel will speak I don’t think Vessel will directly address the audience for similar reasons that I mentioned above. The focus is on Sleep Token’s music, not on the people performing it.

The ritual will be professionally recorded/live streamed The band has strict photography rules and employs their own photographer for a reason. Also I'm 95% certain that their photographer had said in a TikTok live several weeks back that the band did not want their rituals professionally recorded. (If I'm remembering that incorrectly or if that statement is out of context, please let me know, I don't have TT and didn't watch that live)

Hozier will be present Not saying it’ll be a collab/duet, but... Hozier is playing the same venue on December 15th sooo it’s possible he might be spotted watching Sleep Token (like Will Ramos was at BRRF 2023).

A new AI-voice message will be played for the audience I’m not sure what it would say, but they’ve played messages for fans all last September/October as well as important ritual dates like the 2021 Heavy Music Awards and the Room Below ritual.

Vessel will confuse the lyrics on Aqua Regia 🎵🎶No wonder my arms are still ringing 🎶🎵 (I can’t be the only person who loves when this happens, right? I just think it’s endearing)

It will be a regular show As much as it sucks, this might just be a ritual with nothing spectacularly out of the ordinary. Even if this is the case, it’s still going to be an amazing experience for all 12.5k fans in attendance, and all other fans who will live vicariously through their recordings on YouTube, Instagram, and TikTok.

Sleep Token will play Take Me Back to Eden and/or Euclid live for the first time It’s gonna happen. It might actually happen during one of the Germany rituals, but it will definitely happen this year (if they don’t I will be so disappointed, like you have no idea)

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concept: porky lives vicariously through the masked man. imagines his little automaton as a fellow outcast child, liberated from human shackles, granted power beyond his wildest dreams. porky re-arranges claus' insides, outfits him with weaponry, dresses him up all imposing. even calls him a "monster." but doesn't really make him look like one. despite the fact he could've, judging by literally every other chimera. pigmasks mistake lucas for the commander, his face is "just like lucas's", his unmasked sprite provides no obvious giveaways. claus still passes, if barely, for just some scrawny funny-haired loser kid. yet he leads an army, orders adults around, commands respect from those who'd otherwise mock him (like they do his twin). and porky, a former loser kid himself, probably revels in that. it's implied that few people, even among his underlings, have ever seen porky in the flesh. he deliberately chooses this child soldier avatar, his self-proclaimed "double," to stand in for him. it's like he's re-enacting his own ascension as it played out in mother 2. or fulfilling some bitter fantasy of being a kid again, finally choking the respect he was owed from a humanity that denied it to him. his commander is a husklike vessel for not only his will, but the undying insecurities of a guy who'll never ever get over having been mistreated and disliked as a child.

[paradiserottttt]

— INTRODUCING , 𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐀 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 .

*     ◟    :    〔   angela bassett  ,      cis-woman    +   she/her    〕      IMELDA UNDERWOOD ,      some say you’re a  SIXTY-FIVE         lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both  RESOLUTE  and  CALLOUS,  one can’t help but think of  KING   by   FLORENCE + MACHINE  when you walk by.    are you still a    BOSS  at    WHITE CROCODILES ,     even with your reputation as the KING KILLER?     i think we’ll be seeing more of you and   RULING WITH AN IRON HEART AND IRON FIST , PERFECTLY LACQUERED RED NAILS  ,  A SHREWD SMILE CARRYING GENERATIONS OF SECRETS  although we can’t help but think of MARCIA ROY (SUCCESSION) , VIOLET CRAWLEY (DOWNTOWN ABBY) , JESSICA PEARSON (SUITS) , whenever we see you down these rainy streets.   

— STATS . FULL NAME . imelda sophia underwood NICKNAMES . immy, mel BIRTHDAY . january 9th AGE . sixty-five GENDER . cis-woman PRONOUNS . she/her ORIENTATION . bisexual biromantic FAMILY . emiliano underwood (husband)†, adeline underwood (daughter), hector underwood (son) OCCUPATION . owner of new york ballet company boss @ white crocodiles MARKINGS/TATTOOS . a tattoo of a river on the inside of her wrist PIERCINGS . earlobe piercings HEIGHT . 5’4

— PERSONALITY . POSITIVE TRAITS . steadfast, ambitious, maternal, trustworthy, reliable, stoic NEGATIVE TRAITS . authoritarian, demanding, haughty, narrow-minded, opinionated, venomous  LANGUAGES . english, spanish, russian, italian, french EDUCATION . high school and some college MBTI . estj (the executive) ENNEAGRAM . type 3 (the achiever) MORAL ALIGNMENT . lawful neutral.  DEADLY SIN . pride  HEAVENLY VIRTUE . diligence ZODIAC . capricorn sun  — BIOGRAPHY . tw: murder, car accidents ROMILDA HARRIS IS AN EXCEPTIONALLY CRUEL WOMAN. Especially in comparison to Imelda— something she’s sure to remind her children of on a regular basis. She accepts nothing short of perfection, an impossible expectation to meet considering her mother’s perpetually moving goalpost. Still, Imelda attempts to indulge her every whim and fancy. She excels in her schooling, piano, etiquette, and ballet lessons, and while it would never be enough to satiate her— no one could deny Imelda of her material successes. At least, until she’s made to share the spotlight with her older brothers. Only then is Imelda met with the back burner, indefinitely condemned to living in their shadow.

She despises them for it. Imelda despises that she works infinitely harder while still reaping infinitely fewer rewards. As she skyrockets to the top of her class, ascending to the role of prima ballerina in the New York Ballet Company, Imelda remains unsatisfied. While maintaining a life as a socialite is simple enough for her to manage, she watches as her brothers’ climb the rank in her family’s company, knowing it’s power that she truly desires. Eventually, she accepts that it was never something she’d gain within her own family. Not when her father hardly acknowledges she exists, and her mother seeing her as nothing but a vessel to live vicariously through.

The night she meets EMILIANO UNDERWOOD begins like any other night. It is the night after auditions, and several ballerinas celebrate at a nearby ritzy bar. Emiliano happens to be there with who Imelda eventually discovers are other members of White Crocodiles. He’s only a capo then— despite always having aspirations to be something more, an ambition she learns during their eventual courtship. He’s someone her parents would never approve of, and Imelda would be lying if that hadn’t been part of his appeal. Emiliano introduces her to a different sort of a power— a power to be taken in the hands of those most worthy.

Her family is more than aware of what Emiliano actually does for a career, despite it largely going unspoken. They turn a blind eye to the Underwoods’ immense wealth, pretending as if a family could truly amass that sort of money from owning a sanitation company. Her mother begs her to marry one of the well connected suitors her family possess in their back pocket, but Imelda chooses Emiliano each and every time (even today, she’d always choose him.) Her family doesn’t outright shun him, but they aren’t necessarily welcoming either.

When they’re eventually married, both at the age of twenty-five, it is the Underwoods Imelda primarily spends her time with. She learns the inner workings of the sanitation company. With the passing of time comes the family’s further trust in her. She learns the inner workings of the mob, eventually informing Emiliano of her plans to join the ranks. He despises such an idea at first, but gradually warms up to the idea— at the very least, he is grateful to have her mind as a resource. In fact, the very moves that propel Emiliano to the position of boss are almost solely her doing.

She bears two children, Adeline and Hector— and she loves them both immensely. Though they’d beg to differ, Adeline has always been her favorite. The truth is, Adeline recognized too much of Emiliano within her son, and for that reason alone, she would always hold some degree of resentment toward him. Him being noticeably less capable than his sister does not help his case either. Imelda remains by their side for the first years of their life, though this duty becomes split with the nannies as Imelda’s role within the family business is furthered.

It is not until Emiliano has been boss for some years that Imelda realizes the mob would never reach its full potential under his rule. Her husband, who has grown increasingly disillusioned and paranoid over the years, had begun listening to her less and less. He’s hardly the man she once knew or married, proving that his rise to power had ironically led to his undoing. It becomes increasingly noticeable to many that Emiliano is not fit to lead, something that others outside of the family begin to take notice of. Imelda refused to let her or her children remain vulnerable in that way, and for that reason— she knew something must be done.

As far as the wider world knows, Emiliano Underwood met his demise in a tragic car accident. It’s later revealed that the breaks in his vehicle were tampered with, but the person responsible is never located. As the White Crocodiles mourn their boss, many speculate who was behind the accident, but never is the finger pointed at the grieving widow Imelda. The do not question her when she steps into the role of boss, never once questioning her as she ushers the mafia into an unmatched era of prosperity. It is ADELINE alone who holds the truth of the unspoken circumstances behind the death of Emiliano. Otherwise, she is a king killer through rumor alone.

— ; TLDR Prima Ballerina turned mob boss. Did she kill her husband??? Idk probably.

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dear dad, here's why i live in dreamland and not in the real world

in the real world, i'm forced to be the vessel for your dreams, the person you vicariously live through.

in my dreams, i get to be whoever i want.

world famous writer? why not?

star choreographer? heck yeah!

a teacher who'll love teaching? sure!

a loving wife to another woman? of course!

i get to be the things i want to be. i get to be happy and free and dance to my own tune - not under pressure from you to keep studying 24/7 and go achieve the whole world.

please understand. leave me and my dreams alone - i'm going to end up a miserable engineer like you anyway, just stop disregarding my passion.

[harrytheehottie]

saying taylor's beauty is attainable is insane and racist they love undermining black women and then nagging not to make things about race like ok literally everything they do say takes on a racist agenda when they're constantly saying harries only like her cause they can live vicariously through her or suggesting she's a nobody d-lister on top of other absurd accusations they make about nonwhite fans using her as a vessel for validation from harry it's all hideous and idgaf about the white girls before cause there's a whole other level of racism at play here from what was an already racist and misogynistic fanbase

like saying her beauty is “attainable” and not the LA transplants who are carbon copies of one another like you can’t hit up a hair salon and a med spa pack yourself up with some juvaderm and become one of their tethereds likeeee… and if we are going to talk about living through his girlfriends let’s not talk about the bs I had to read from Jan 2021 - Nov 2022 😭😭😭 like I can’t