#total obedience

[hiddenincommand]

The Perfect Faggot: A Life of Complete Submission

In my world, there is no room for ambiguity. Power and hierarchy are absolute. There are those who command and those who serve, and at the very bottom of that structure lies the faggot. The perfect faggot is not a man in any real sense—he is an object of service, a creature of submission whose very existence revolves around fulfilling the needs of the one who owns him. That is his only purpose.

To speak of the perfect faggot is to understand that he lives not for himself, but for the Alpha to whom he is bound. His life is one of total obedience, of unquestioning devotion, and of complete erasure of self. His body, his mind, his actions—everything belongs to the one he serves. He does not seek pleasure, for pleasure is irrelevant to a faggot. His sole focus is on service, on being the tool through which his Master achieves satisfaction.

Absolute Obedience: A Faggot’s Core Duty

A perfect faggot knows that his primary role is to obey, without question, without hesitation, and without the slightest flicker of resistance. Obedience is not just expected; it is demanded. The perfect faggot understands that he has no autonomy—his body, his mind, his every thought is governed by the desires of his Master.

I do not waste my time with creatures who question their place. A faggot who serves me does so without pause, without thought of himself. When I issue a command, it is carried out instantly, and if it isn’t, that faggot’s life becomes a living hell. The perfect faggot knows this and lives by it. Obedience is not negotiable—it is his purpose. He exists to serve, and he does so with every fiber of his being.

A Faggot’s Life: Void of Desire, Filled with Duty

The perfect faggot has no personal desires. He lives not for his own fulfillment, but for mine. His chastity cage ensures that he remains focused, that his own base needs are locked away and forgotten. The only pleasure he derives comes from knowing he has pleased me. His mouth, his body—they are nothing more than tools, instruments designed to serve an Alpha like me.

Let me be clear: a faggot’s purpose is not to find his own gratification. A faggot is not a man, and he has no claim to such things. His body exists to be used at my will, whether to satisfy my desires or to perform tasks that ensure my comfort. The perfect faggot knows this and accepts it without question. He understands that his worth is measured only in how well he serves me, not in his ability to seek out his own pleasure.

Perfection in Service: Always Ready, Always Available

A perfect faggot is never off duty. His life revolves entirely around my needs, my whims, and my satisfaction. He is always ready, always available, waiting in constant anticipation of the next command. His mind is sharp, focused solely on what he can do to better serve me. His body, locked in chastity, kept clean and neat, is always prepared for use.

When I call, he responds. When I open the fall front of my breeches, he knows exactly what is expected. There is no hesitation, no delay. Whether it’s his mouth that is needed to serve, or another act of submission required, the perfect faggot offers himself without pause. His purpose is to serve, to be available whenever I demand it, and he finds fulfillment in that role. There is no higher calling for a faggot than to serve a true Alpha, and he knows it.

Discipline and Devotion: The Core of a Faggot’s Existence

A perfect faggot understands that his role is not just about physical submission—it is about discipline. His body must be maintained in perfect condition, kept exactly how I expect it. His grooming, his attire, his appearance—everything is a reflection of his service to me. The perfect faggot is always immaculate, dressed in the way I demand, groomed to the highest standard, because he knows that his appearance reflects directly on me, his Master.

But more than physical discipline, a faggot must possess mental discipline. His mind must be focused solely on my needs, on anticipating my desires before I even voice them. He must be sharp, always thinking of how best to serve me, how to make my life easier, more comfortable, more pleasurable. His devotion must be absolute. The perfect faggot knows that his only worth is in how well he satisfies his Master, and he takes pride in that fact.

A Faggot’s Purpose: To Serve and Obey

The perfect faggot understands one simple truth: his existence revolves entirely around me. He is not a man; he is not an equal. He is an instrument of service, a creature whose sole purpose is to fulfill my needs, obey my commands, and offer himself for my use whenever I choose. His life is one of complete submission, and he accepts it without hesitation.

There is no higher honor for a faggot than to serve an Alpha like me. His body, his mind, his very being—everything is devoted to ensuring my satisfaction. His chastity ensures that his focus never wavers, that his thoughts remain fixed on his duty. His every action is governed by my will, and his only reward is the knowledge that he has pleased me.

In this world, there are those who command, and those who serve. A perfect faggot knows his place. He is not here to question, to seek, or to desire. He is here to serve, to obey, and to exist solely for the pleasure of his Master. And when he serves me well, he knows that he has fulfilled his one true purpose.

[hiddenincommand]

“A slave’s existence isn’t merely for my pleasure—it’s to satisfy every one of my whims, whenever I desire. A good slave understands that their sole purpose is to serve, to sweat, and to break under my demands, not just in moments of lust, but at all times. Their life is for my convenience, their obedience is my right. Worthless without my command, they exist to grovel, to clean, and to ensure my world runs perfectly, while they remain insignificant in comparison. Their greatest reward? Knowing they are useful enough to remain in my service.”

[kafka-pilled]

did glados praising you for being such an excellent test subject in portal make you so horny that you failed the final chamber at first because you were obedient and stayed in the incinerator or are you normal

[hiddenincommand]

“Here stands a faggot, exposed and ready, flaunting its emptiness in silent anticipation of a Master’s claim. This is the posture of one who knows it exists for something greater than itself—a raw, unformed potential awaiting the firm hand of discipline and purpose. Such a creature, stripped of any illusion of autonomy, is nothing but a canvas for a true Master to shape, control, and command. It yearns not for freedom, but for the weight of authority to bend it, mold it, and instill in it the relentless discipline it was born to serve. This one is ready—hungry for the brutal journey from mere flesh to obedient tool, waiting only for the presence of one who understands its deepest nature and can harness it completely. An empty vessel, longing to be filled with purpose through the uncompromising hands of mastery.”

Nils Tatum

[rebellionmoon]

Illumi Zoldyck, The One True Heir

I'm feeling better enough that the illumi brain rot is settling back in (as it should) so therefore i'm going to talk about my personal head canon about the one true heir of the Zoldyck Family.

Let's begin!

Illumi may not be the current heir to the Zoldyck Family, but in his eyes he is the one true heir. We all know how he vies for that role, to control killua, control the heir, and therefore be the one singlehandedly in charge. Which is the exact same thing Silva wants, but pretends to be the cool dad and yet has zero qualms with his children abusing, using, and hating on each other! In his life, Illumi was definitely molded like Killua to be the future head of the family and probably each Zoldyck child was molded, in some way, to become the head of the family if the situation ever called for them to take up the mantle. But I think Illumi isn't the heir is because Silva doesn't trust him and can't control him. And he's a little more evil than what's expected of an assassin (love him for that honestly. Silva must accept the monster he created. Silva must deal with the consequences of his own actions.)

That and the relationship between Silva and Illumi is probably very botched. Like I said above, Silva doesn't trust Illumi but trust goes both ways because neither does Illumi trust Silva. Silva was a terrible dad and whatever mistakes he made with Illumi he tried to fix with the later kids, Killua specifically. No doubt Illumi knows it but tolerates Silva anyway for his own and everyone else's sake. My headcanon is that when one enters the room the other leaves just to keep peace in their own home, if the situation allows. If they're working together on a mission, they're profesisonal enough to cooperate, but if not, then nope.

Another factor, I think, is the honor or code of being an assassin has eroded through the generations. For example, in the chimera ant arc, Zeno stated that he never kills bystanders on the job and briefly lamented about that when he thought he killed Komugi. Where as the current generation as no problem killing bystanders. Illumi doesn't care and will use bystanders. Milluki doesn't care, collateral damage know? Kalluto doesn't care (his weakness may be to enjoy torturing his victims). Even though Killua doesn't want to be an assassin, he is decensitized to death and doesn't care when he does slice and dice a person up, like on the blimp in the hunter exam arc) Who can we blame for this? The person who taught them and stood silently by to let these 'bad' habits sink in and become permanent. SILVA.

I can see Silva accepting the unnecessary death toll his children rack up. Possibly even rationalizing it. Even Silva himself will kill a bystander if it is necessary, though not to the extreme as his children. Headcanon: To fulfill the end goal of their missions, he'll let needle men and explosions slide. Silva might even be lenient with Kalluto's affinity towards torture, since he himself collects knives from serial killers. Another headcanon I have is that Silva took a morbid interest in serial killers (totally different from professional assassins), their methods and truthfully sees more of himself (at least the younger him from years past) in Kalluto rather than Killua.

The bridge between Silva and Illumi has been burned, but they're still standing at the edge and shouting at eachother from both sides. Toxic be as toxic does.

[stromuprisahat]

Do you think any of the Exotics (from SoC) could be Grisha?

I think Grisha are too special category to remain unexplored and unexploited.

Sure, it could be another establishment, since Menagerie seems to forcus on national stereotypes, but if there's plenty customers after "burnt caramel skin", there will be those seeking the thrill of fucking someone, who can alter their heartbeat or tie them up with no locks necessary.

There will likely be some measures in place to ensure said Grisha won't misbehave, but that's another turn-on, isn't it? The danger. The uncertainty no matter what the provider's willing to guarantee.

Kerch views Grisha as tools, and they're too vulnerable as a group to avoid being used in any way imaginable.

[graysodacan]

bein scolded by the principal lookin ass

[hiddenincommand]

“There’s no greater satisfaction than looking down on those who know their place—beneath me, where they belong. Their submission fuels my power, their obedience is not a choice but a necessity. I am the alpha, the ultimate authority, and their only purpose is to serve, suffer, and submit to my unrelenting will. They exist to be reminded of their insignificance every time they dare to look up at me.”

[hiddenincommand]

„There is no garment more fitting for an Alpha of supreme dominance than the commanding full-front leather trousers. They are not mere clothing but a badge of ruthless authority, a testament to control that brooks no dissent. Encased in their unapologetically bold structure, an Alpha exudes an aura of raw, unyielding power—ready to receive submission and service without a moment’s pause. It is the unmistakable mark of one who demands obedience, who thrives on the edge of sadistic pleasure and the ego-fueled assurance that every whim will be met. A true Alpha wears such a piece only going commando—anything less would be unthinkable. It is a declaration of supremacy, worn with absolute confidence.“

[sunleaffe]

honestly its the way hamilton and burr's characters are such vices of each other,,, its making me big brainrot over their entire dynamic, how both sides are understandable, raw, and human to their core and yet flawed in that sense. its the way hamilton is relentless in staying a step ahead of his fear of not having a legacy behind him?? its his obsession and fantazing of death until its in his face and he realizes hes been betrayed by one of his oldest friends??? its the way burr waited too long to achieve his dreams, its the way he let his jealousy get in the way of his respect for hamilton, until it was too late and hes doomed to forever be a step behind everyone and everything, plagued by mistakes that he tried so hard to avoid by relentlessly waiting,,,,, i am not okay, ugh, lin and his MIND, this musical will forever be my number 1 in my heart

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

HAPPY PLANE DAY TO EVERYONE! 😇💜💜

(I should be sleeping but whatever, fuck it, we ball! 🔥)

[cosmic-kinglet]

YOU ALL NOW UNDERSTAND WHY I WAS LOSING IT HERE LAST NIGHT

[featherymainffins]

One thing about me is that I don't mind people knowing my deadname because I'm used to it being unavoidable because photos with my deadname on them cover like every inch of my childhood home and I'm not allowed to take them down.

Which means that literally everyone who has ever been to my home has seen photos of a dead woman I killed with my bare hands and our shared name.

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

ok just heard the original version of your obedient servant and OMG I CAN REALLY SEE WHY BURR WANTED THAT MAN DEAD

“SURELY I SAID SOMETHING LESS BANAL”

“SORRY IF YOUR LIFE IS DIFFICULT WITHOUT YOUR WIFE”

THEADOSIA????? I AM AIRING EVERYBODY OUT

[cherry-bomb-ships]

My integrity leaving my body the moment Robotnik steps in the room

[kramlabs]

Reminder….

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