#reblogs turned off bc this is not a me applying this to everyone here thing

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Making my own post bc this would absolutely be derailing imo but the post about how trans women who don't pass and also many queer men don't experience male privilege because it is a contract that they fail to perform to and are then seen as inferior, and the comment that "faggot" is a 3rd gender inside cis ppls binary has me thinking about my own experiences with femininity as an intersex afab (spoiler alert: it's not comparable to my sisters upbringing in the same environment as an amab person almost at all)

I think that there's a 4th gender in the cis gender binary (still a binary bc these aren't REALLY their own genders just a way to classify ordered demographics inside existing ones)

Because trans men, intersex afabs, and sometimes afab nonbinary people aren't really treated as women when they are misgendered either, we treated like "defects." Cisgender binary is a patriarchal contract and both sides are performing to an insane standard and finding ways to label outliers for harassment.

But cis women are patriarchally the inferior gender and they're objectified and seen as products and property (I got a much more overt view of this growing up mormon where women are discussed like property constantly from a young age) so when we DON'T perform correctly even if we're Trying To then we're seen as defective products.

And I think that gives a lot of insight into the ways that afab queers are treated and what a lot of people are trying to put into words but instead just getting frustrated they don't know how to express it and lashing out at other (mainly amab) queer people.

Like growing up intersex I was never really treated like a girl, nor was my sister ever really treated like a boy. For me though, it wasn't seen as the choice to misbehave, girls don't make choices after all. I was certainly girl adjacent I was never a BOY, god forbid, as I was reminded whenever I wanted to do activities with my peers that were too boyish. But I wasn't a perisex girl either and as soon as puberty hit that became readily apparent, I was harrier and sweatier and my cycle was wrong and my overal shape was different. But I wasn't treated like a boy I was treated like a defective girl, someone who was required to participate in girlhood but who always operated as lesser inside of that girlhood. Abuse for me was supposed to be seen as a blessing, a gift I didn't deserve, because I was a defective product and they couldn't take me off the shelf so all they could do was lash out for making the product (womanhood) look bad. The discrimination I faced was never overly overt though, so I didn't know what my problem was or why I Just Felt Different and Lesser.

So flash to adulthood, I'm nonbinary and cis feminists are making me insane by completely erasing me or lashing out at me for being a traitor, even in the queer community and it sucks and I'm all mad and caught up in my feelings and I grow to despise femininity (when it's not the problem here) I gave up on being a woman because I was never allowed to be one in the first place and I wanted to feel some semblance of control.

Then I spend more time around queer femininity and it's different and exciting and fun and it feels like coming home but I know this was never where I was or what I was. Cis people and (actual) transmedicalists want to co-op that and say I'm a cis woman but I know that I'm not, I know if I go back there I just become their defective pet again.

And I think I see where the urge to say your a trans woman comes from but like, really think about it. Am I a trans woman? I didn't transition to womanhood from manhood or anything even adjacent to that, I went from being a defective woman to defining my own value. And that's the vocabulary that I find most helpful, anything that makes it clear to cis women that I'm not operating under their rules and I refuse to be treated like a defect anymore. Nonbinary woman, demiwoman, agender woman, intersex woman, there's a million variations that I can use but none of those are accurately represented by trans woman imo.

And then like people ask what labels to use for when we're punished by cis women for being "defective" the way that we're labeled as traitors and silenced and repressed and sometimes (many times) that can manifest in outward aggression and violence. And we've been told so long (by cis women who, again, view us as defects) that we don't experience misogyny and instead of unpacking that so many people come up with trans versions of misandry because we have to prove we have 0 overlap with cis women bc they don't WANT US and we don't want to be defective anymore but it never fully makes sense because they don't treat cis men like this and then you loop around and go well it's transmisogyny then and like... is it though? Because it seems like regular misogyny to me, it's the exact same treatment I got growing up intersex and no one even knew that's what I was. But women see themselves as a product and as a subordinate and they feel like if they don't suppress any hint of defectiveness that they'll all be punished and the root of that is because of misogyny. The fact that we're called traitors a lot really calls attention to the fact that cis women view gender as a sport or a battle and themselves as a team, and feel the need to silence and violently punish anyone who might jeopardize the system or reflect badly on that team. It's specifically because they view us as a part of them (and an inherently defective/lesser part) that they treat us this way.

Long probably incoherent post I know but I feel like so many afab cisn't and intersex people are missing fhe mark not just for linguistic reasons but because they're unsure where the descrimination stems from. I dunno I just think about this a lot

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I posted 1,473 times in 2022

That's 770 more posts than 2021!

411 posts created (28%)

1,062 posts reblogged (72%)

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Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#obey me - 597 posts

#obey me fanart - 420 posts

#ask - 182 posts

#twst fanart - 171 posts

#writing - 133 posts

#obey me simeon - 129 posts

#twisted wonderland - 115 posts

#anon - 92 posts

#obey me lucifer - 74 posts

#mindless aside - 64 posts

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#i'll always assume this is always done in bad faith bc literally whats the big issue with making the characters actually look their color

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hey! Anyone want a wip I will probably never finish, but it's too long to just never post? Take it and know I had plans but my dumb brain said 'no'.

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Diavolo, F!MC

Additional Tags: afab!MC (you/your), AU, yandere, blood, murder, demon summoning, very demonic Diavolo,

Summary: You were supposed to be the sacrifice, but now you have no idea what's happening...

Word Count: 2314

You should have been terrified of the darkness, of the eyes that peered at you through the shadows just beyond the circle in which you'd been spread out like a starfish and bound so tightly the ropes pulled at your joints. Maybe you were just too tired to be afraid or maybe you didn’t care what was about to happen to you; life was a series of disappointments and tragedies and it seemed it would laugh at you one last time before it kicked you to the curb.

You pulled at the ropes that kept you in place, secured by one of those many hooded figures that now lied scattered around the floor in a puddle of their own viscera and fluids you didn’t even want to think about. It smelled almost as disgusting as it looked, but the sight of someone’s head completely detached from shoulders won out in the disturbing factor.

The hulking figure framed by shadows stalked closer to you, blood dripping from his clawed fingers and monstrous fangs glistening in the light of a distant candle that was flickering its last. If there was one good thing about this situation, it was that whatever that thing was had started with everyone else so you could enjoy watching them be torn to shreds; they deserved it. Now, however, it seemed to be your turn to feel those claws and terrible teeth tear through you like wet paper. 

You closed your eyes and braced for the inevitable as that thing kneeled down beside your head, golden eyes focused solely on you. You only caught a glimpse of it before you shut out the world around you; inhumanly long limbs and too many eyes across its body to count; movements that jittered like a bird trying to keep its eye on a fox darting from here to there and bones that creaked with each twitch; black horns stained red at the base and four black wings so large that they looked as if they could swallow up the sky; black fur covered his body is all places but the red hair that ran from its head to down his spine; all the while it jingled with each motion as the golden jewelry hanging off it clattered and clanged.

Time seemed to freeze as you waited for death to claim you, but nothing came. Nothing aside from the feeling of one of your strained arms finally being able to relax as something above you snapped. You slowly blinked your eyes open, glancing upward to where the creature hovered over the other rope and swiped at it with its claw to break the binding before moving down to your legs to do the same.

Once you were free, the creature stared at you, still kneeling down as it jittered and creaked. Its hands reached toward you, placing claws against your cheeks with a kind of gentleness you could not imagine; as if you were ancient porcelain.

It opened its mouth slowly, fangs clashing together as it tried to speak in a voice so deep you felt it reverberate in your chest, “You… called…”

You laid completely motionless as its hands ventured lower, running small tears in the fabric of your clothing as it went.

"I… came…" Its main set of eyes stayed transfixed on you, but the others darted in every which way to look at the bodies scattered about, "They're… gone…"

Your throat felt dry as words refused to come, but his hands still wandered as if it was looking for something.

"Where… is... it…"

"Where is... what?" You finally manage to ask, the panic making you dizzy and brazen.

Each of his eyes focused on you again, head snapping to the side as if confused by your question, "I came… answered you… you keep me… here… I claim you…" 

You pushed your feet against the ground, trying to slide out from under the creature. The fear and shock in your eyes drew it in, making it examine and follow you more closely.

"You're… afraid…"

You didn't know what to do aside from nod and affirm its statement.

"I won't… harm you…" It reached out its bloody claw and you shirked away. It looked so hurt by your reaction.

It was only natural that prey be afraid of its predator, but the creature hadn't shown you a single shred of hostility since it arrived. If anything, it was going out of its way to be gentle with you. 

"One year… I give… you…" It drew closer yet again, this time letting its long, thick tongue roll out of its mouth and taking kitten licks at your cheek as you sat motionless in panic, "We are one… I… wait…"

Then, it stood upright in its entirety so you could see that its knees were backward as it stalked closer to one of the bodies that still lay in puddles of gore on the floor. One large, clawed hand stabbed into the torso of one of the robed figures and came out holding onto a squishy, dark red lump of meat which it proceeded to bring to its mouth. You turned away before you could see what happened next, scurrying to your feet and running as fast as you could up the stairs and through the winding corridors of the building you were in. There were moments where you thought you'd be trapped forever as you found hallways that went around in circles, but you eventually found the exit.

You cursed your luck, not knowing where you were going and having had your cellphone, wallet, and keys taken by those creeps before they'd tied you to the ground. Getting home was going to be a nightmare and a half, plus it was late so most places were going to be closed by now. Maybe you could walk into a police station and pretend to be drunk enough that they'd offer to call someone for you. Or maybe they'd stick you in a holding cell until morning so you could at least sleep indoors.

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193 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

#4

My running theory is that Yuu (player) actually is twisted in the same way as the other characters. They are the twisted version of a role that each and every fairytale has: the narrator.

Yuu is constantly standing to the side, unable to do anything but watch the events unfold and direct the audience to it. They can lead the story down a path, but they cannot be a full participant in it (they don't fight or do the twistunes -- but characters always mention that Yuu was guiding them through it).

237 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

#3

Would you write something about Mc biting the brothers? Like Mc gives them lovebites

Rating: Teen and Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Main Character

Additional Tags: Play Biting, mildly suggestive, fluff

A/N: Yeah… human bites ain’t doing anything to a demon, so this is pretty much the equivalent of a puppy noming on an adult finger before the teeth come in.

Lucifer

Oh? Is this what humans consider cute? It takes quite a bit of bravery to think one can get away with something like that, especially with a demon like Lucifer. Perhaps he should teach them a lesson, one that will teach them exactly what it means to be bitten. There's no need to squirm now, he's simply returning what has been given.

Mammon

Did they just bite him?!??!? What kind of form of affection is that? He was just minding his own business when they came up and sunk their teeth into him. But… if they aren't precious looking with their tiny human teeth trying to nibble at his strong demonic skin.

No, he's not blushing and secretly loving this! Why would you think that?! He's just ignoring it because they're so determined and he's nice!

….

And because he loves them and will accept any strange form of affection they have to give.

Leviathan

Moe! It's so moe when they bite him! He could die of happiness right there. More. Please bite him more and prove that he’s loved so deeply. He can’t believe how much he loves them biting him. He loves it even more when they kiss the spots they’ve bitten. He is not going to make it to tomorrow. He’s going to die right there and there will be a smile on his face when they find his body.

Satan

What are they doing? He is so confused it isn’t even funny. This is supposed to be romantic in what context, exactly? Sweet, sweet MC, these are things that are far more romantic than biting the object of your affections. Satan would be more than happy to give them a hands-on demonstration of just a few.

Asmodeus

Is so offended when MC bites him. He works hard to take care of himself and now they are threatening to break his skin and give him scars??? He doesn’t care if it’s a form of endearment, he’s not amused! He needs to take care of this before he's left with an ugly mark he can never get rid of.

Oh, don't pout like that. He's sorry. Come here and let him show you much better ways to let someone know you love them. 💕

Beelzebub

Are they hungry? Why would they bite him otherwise? It's a form of affection? Oh… he kind of gets it, if only because he thinks of it the same way he bites into good food. Except they aren't trying to eat him… are they?

He thinks the biting is sweet once he understands it. He won't bite back (have you seen his teeth?) but he understands the love in the action. He adores his little human so much. They can nibble all they want. 😊

Belphegor

Beel bites harder. The way they do it is almost kind of cute. Why isn't it? Because all biting him did was make him want to return the favor and nip at parts of them until they are covered in marks.

Don't fret. They can always get revenge and add a couple more to him.

419 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

#2

Hello! Could you plz do where the Obey Me brothers react to their mate (MC) getting hurt and them getting protective over their mate? Its ok if no. :)

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Lucifer, Mamm, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Main Character

Additional Tags: fluff, violence, demons being demons, mates

A/N: Bet you thought I was never going to do this. Bet you forgot you even sent it. Well, the truth is I just got stuck and have been staring at the wip for way too long. 😔

Since you said mate, I am presuming something deeper than an s/o. Something deep and primal that tickles their instincts and base nature.

Lucifer

Politics are a nasty thing, especially between demons. The fact that Lucifer chose a human mate of all possible candidates made it even worse. You were already facing backlash simply being the exchange student from the human world, but now you were a giant target for the demons that hated Lucifer as well.

You can't go on social media without seeing hundreds of messages about your lowly human status, your weakness, how well you must have trained Lucifer, or comments about how easy it would be to break you in two. It's a minefield of harassment, the kind that Lucifer warns you not to look at. You keep doing it though. You really don't have a choice given how it's shoved in your face.

Eventually, he has enough and takes your phone to stop you from looking at the disgusting comments being flung at you. The pure hurt and agony in your face tells a story of just how terrible some of the comments are.

He will scoop you up into his arms and refuse to let you go as he sits you down in his lap. He will only ever be this openly soft and gentle with you, his mate. He will stroke your head and play an album to help you go to sleep. So many of his albums are cursed and this one is no exception. It puts you to sleep, finally able to take your mind off of all those terrible rumors and attacks.

While you sleep, he will have to look into who has been upsetting you so much. It may be time to remind the entire Devildom why he is the first lord and that attacking his mate is the same as attacking him; a mistake that will only be made once.

Mammon

Tripped going up the stairs? Broke your arm falling off your bike? Got a paper cut? You have a nasty black eye? It doesn't matter what the injury is, he will be there the moment you are even mildly hurt. He kisses each place that hurts with reverence, willing away the pain you may feel. His devotion to you is unwavering and complete.

No injury is too small for his undivided attention as he takes you into his arms and wraps you up like his most precious treasure. You are his mate, absolutely perfect. He would drop to his knees just to worship you the way he should.

In his care, you will never truly be hurt. He would never allow you to be.

Leviathan

Being a demon's mate is special. Their devotion belongs to you in its entirety the moment you become their mate, and Levi is no exception. He’s not usually outgoing, preferring to stay by himself with just you as company and making passive-aggressive comments about normies he doesn’t like, but when someone shoves you aside walking down the street? You’ve never seen Levi get so angry.

His hands are on the other person’s throat near instantly, the growl coming from his throat reminding you of the fearsome creature he really is. It’s so easy to forget because he’s usually on the more shy and quiet side, but he is the admiral of hell’s navy and that position comes with expectations.

No matter how you plead and beg for him to maintain his rationality, your words don’t reach him. His mate has been insulted and shoved aside like trash, and he can’t stand it. He is envy and want by his very nature, but he doesn’t have to want for you. You are already his, and that which is his should never be slighted. You’ve seen the passion with which he defends his fictional favorites, haven’t you? If the person that shoved you is lucky, they will know how hard it is to walk away when they have several broken bones. If they aren’t, well, death would be a mercy for them.

He expects praise after he’s defended you. He did good, right? You always seem to like the overly protective love interests in the anime you watch. Surely you can’t admire those traits more in a fictional man than you do your own mate, right? He’d hate to envy someone who isn’t real.

Satan

Ah! You’ve gone and gotten yourself hurt, haven’t you? It’s okay, he’ll take care of it. There isn’t a single thing he wouldn’t do if you came to him with a scraped-up knee (or worse). Even the most major of injuries is treated with a straight face as he patches you up like all you did was stub your toe.

His wrath is for fools and those who do not deserve to exist. He hasn’t a spark in him directed at you or your own clumsiness. Although, he may find the exact piece of furniture you hurt yourself on and throw it into a woodchipper.

It doesn’t matter though. You are safe for now and you are his and he will keep you safe from even your own two left feet.

Asmodeus

Oh, darling… You should know better by now than to be so careless with who you speak to. Demons are nasty, double-speaking creatures that don’t concern themselves with who they hurt. You are his mate, though, and hurting you is unforgivable. People often forget that there are many types of lust in this world; the kind he has for you and the kind he has for those who make you cry.

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533 notes - Posted February 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Demon Marriage

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos

Additional Tags: GN!MC, no dialogue, marriage, poetic language

Summary: Marriage is something done across all of the realms, but it means something different for all of them. For demons, marriage is more than a promise; it is a ritual with long last effects that change who you are.

A/N: I had an idea… I framed it as a story unfolding between all of our demon boys because I couldn't decide who to use and I didn't want to be 100% vague.

Word Count: 1211

The ceremonies are ancient and traditions are followed to the very last letter. For demons, marriage isn't merely a promise of 'til death do you part, but a contract forged in blood and carried past the bounds of time. No matter how many times you or they may pass and leave this life behind, you will find each other in the next; two souls weaved together as one reaching out for the other until they meet once again. But, of course, such a strong bond requires the deepest and oldest of magics to forge it; that is the basis of demonic marriage.

The ceremonies were never made for humans but you participate all the same, pushing yourself to your limits as each action shows devotion, shows that you two are far beyond lovers, shows that you and he are already one soul between two bodies.

Lucifer

He presses his lips against each of your knuckles in turn. It's not part of the ceremony, but the way his eyes glance up try to assure you that everything will be alright. Even as your face is painted with nerves, Lucifer is calm. He's been waiting far too long to find you among the sea of souls; to find the match that would be his. Go as slow as you need, but – as one of those many human idioms goes – he will not allow you to develop cold feet and leave him at the altar just before he finally has the soul he's always wanted in his grasp.

Mammon

You're busy speaking to everyone who had gathered as one of your witnesses when he grips your hand tightly in his own, feigning confidence even as you feel him tremble. Without allowing you another moment of distraction, he tugs you away from the onlookers who gathered to witness the melding of two souls. This part is done alone, and Mammon doesn't have the patience to wait or let others stand in his way. He drags you away from everyone else, the very edges of his ears flushed as he pulls you away from all prying eyes. For just this one moment, you will be his and no others. All of your attention shall be on him and his everything will be focused solely on you.

Leviathan

He comes to a stop when everything around you has gone quiet; not even the wind to whisper in your ears as it fails to blow. This place is sacred to demons, where magic pools and gathers in the realm itself only to flow out and between each of the others. In this place everything, nothing, eternity, and entropy all meet and wrap around one another. In this place, you let all of existence that has been, is, and shall be see you and Levi come together. Hesitation twinkles in his eyes, the doubt that you truly understand what you are agreeing to bubbling up to the surface. You, against the rites and rituals, reach out to cup his cheek in your hand, smiling at him and speaking to begin the ceremony.

Satan

There are words to be recited, inviting the magic of the realm to reach deep into your bones and coil around your everything until it pulls you apart and puts you back together. To have one's soul rendered, torn, mauled, mixed with another's, and stitched back together is the first step; to feel the white-hot passion of his wrath and the calm cool fire of his discipline brush up against your very being and leave marks everywhere it touches. It's painful. As much as you thought you had prepared, there was no preparation for being broken down from so deep inside. Even so, you must continue.

Asmodeus

Your face burns up as you stare deep into Asmo's eyes. His beautiful smile is full of admiration as he struggles to hide the bitter agony you know he is also feeling as the same pain rushes through him. Only for someone he loved as much as himself would he tolerate such suffering. He raises his hand, fingers shaking as he musters through the pain. You meet his hand with your own. Then he moves his hand and you copy him. Again, he moves and you copy. Your head tilts to the side and he matches you. His leg moves back and so does yours. For each move one of you makes the other repeats.

Beelzebub

You aren't sure when it happens, but your movements stop being a simple mimicry of his own and begin to match his in time. Your body feels heavy, like it is suddenly much bigger; so powerful that it may crush you from the sheer intensity, but it doesn't. Beel's body matches yours beat for beat, holding you together as his eyes smile down at you. He matches strength with grace, then vice versa again and again until you can no longer tell which of you is keeping the other from falling apart.

Belphegor

Your mirror dance ends as your fingers intertwine with his, both of you pressing against each other, your souls trying to return to one another despite being trapped inside all too mortal flesh. In him, you have lost yourself. In him, you have found everything. Yet, somehow, you know that you still have more to discover. Wherever he is, you shall find him because he is you and you are him. Two made one across the limited space of the universe; ancient stardust melding together after millions of years drifting do far apart. Both yourselves and each other and something new. He grabs you by the hand and brings you back to the end of you and he; the beginning of your now.

Diavolo

When the two of you present yourselves in front of each of your witnesses, there is a pregnant silence. It's been a long time since a ruler of the Devildom tied their soul to another, and the first time ever it had been to a human. No one was sure it would work, but with your heritage and powers they took the gamble. And, as you stand in front of everyone else for them to behold what you and he have become, you know that you will stand before them time and time again. Perhaps in different forms, different faces and experiences, but always as the other half of their future king.

Barbatos

He's a patient demon, as one should be when all of time is laid bare before him. He staves off the tedium by looking through doorway after doorway into the past. Always a different dance, but the same partner who knows exactly how he plans to move. It's a rhythm neither can forget no matter how much time passes or how much the world around them changes. Even when you change the tempo, he still moves with you. He can feel you somewhere in the distance; a soul adrift and wandering. You'll find your way back to another life when you're ready. You will be you all the same, no matter the changes. And, when it is time, he and you will find each other. You and he shall not be yourselves, but something beyond what a singular person ever could be.

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