#yes i will be posting more because im unwell

[queensend]

i turned around, there was nothing there yeah I guess, THE END IS HERE

[motoriks]

dipping my foot into the fandom with some outfits for they :)

[skitskatdacat63]

God, I wanna draw this AU again, but using this as reference:

Truly serving the vibes of congratulating each other after a battle hard won <3

Also thinking about adding Jense into this 🤭:

Aforementioned Napoleonic AU! Martian !! I said it would just be a wip but then oops, I basically finished it! Ty to everyone who was interested :D

Really really proud of these I'm ngl! I rendered in a really different way than ever before and I'm very satisfied with it :D

Ramble about historical influences(basically me being a nerd about who I consider the F1 drivers of the Napoleonic era):

So I wanted to explain my thought process because I think that the specific context behind the uniforms I drew is very relevant, as I didn't just pick them on a whim.

I drew them in Hussars' uniforms(Austrian Empire = Red Bull, but like obviously not 100% accurate because the uniform colors are based off the RBR racesuits.) Hussars are, in my opinion, the F1 drivers of their time. Let me quote several things that led me to this conclusion:

"During the Napoleonic period, hussars, as in all armies, were employed as scouts, given raiding missions or despatched to harry and pursue a defeated enemy on the run. Mounted on light, nimble horses..."

"...Their flamboyant costume and their reputation for daredevil acts..."

"...developed a romanticized image of being dashing and adventurous.

Okay....so they're dashing and adventurous, riding specifically on fast, light horses, dressed in flamboyant outfits committing daredevil acts...sir that is literally an F1 driver!!! Tell me they aren't the historical predecessor to F1 drivers!!!

I have this big book of Napoleonic uniforms(yea I'm a nerd) and I was paging through it to see what uniforms I wanted to draw(I have a habit of drawing my one oc in the Napoleonic era. So when I started drawing fanart, I'm like of course I must draw them as this!) Austria's normal uniforms in this era are soooo boring compared to France's, so I was really 😒 about drawing them, but then I came across the Hussars, and then started noticing all these similarities and thought it was perfect. Also I need to mention the fact that Austria's royal cipher at the time was literally this:

IT'S "F1", IT IS LITERALLY FUCKING F1, WHAT THE HELLLLL!?!?!?!? I had like a partial mental crisis coming across this, at that point it was destiny for me to draw this

*I forgot to include actual ref images 😐, so here you go!!

*I wrote most of his around when I started this drawing, which was all the way back in April. And it's really interesting to consider now that I was basically immersed in the history of the Austrian Empire for a month. I apologize to everyone in my life who had to endure my lecture on why Hussars are the F1 drivers of their time. But god I could not hold it back when I saw some of these uniforms in person. And it was cool to pull out this drawing, even if it was just a wip, and be like "oh hey I've drawn these!!" Anyways, I digress.

Obviously the martian drawing is a direct reference to this pic from Malaysia 2010:

My thoughts on this picture:

I almost wanted to draw Seb in the Austrian Kaiser's outfit, but it is nowhere near as slay as the Hussar uniform, so Hussar uniform it is!

I have many thoughts and opinions on the lore of this au so pls ask if you're curious but it's also just a lot.

[grugruel]

His Little Killer

Pairings: Cooper howard x f!reader

NSFW/MDNI

Masterlist

Summary: in reluctant companionship with a ghoul, which turns out to be exactly as dreadful as you'd thought. You find yourself in a shoot-out where–post battle��one of your usual fights end way more pleasurable than usual.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: (violence, blood, death, in typical fallout manners), enemies to lovers, choking, pinv sex, rough sex, fingering, creampie, pet names (darlin', honey, killer, sweetheart), praise, a pinch of degradation.

AN: not yet proofread! Hope yall enjoy! (Yes, I'm unwell.'

Wood shattering, explosions booming–and charging footsteps heading straight for me. 'At my right!' I shout, gesturing in the direction of the steps. My voice barely registering above the racket of the fight.

Nonetheless, he heard me, I knew he did. Because bullets suddenly whizz past my makeshift cover in every direction except to my right.

The ammunition creating sick squelching noises as they collide with their targets, bloodsplatter spraying the walls a horrifying deep red. Meanwhile, in my corner. The heavy footsteps were left wide open to plough through the old wooden barrels I was hiding behind, 'Holy shii-' I squeak as im tackled to the floor with enough force to knock the breath out of my lungs. I try to cough, try to make my lungs open up as the man grabs hold of me. I hit my chest hard, desperately hoping it would do something–

He grabs my boots, pulling me toward him and finally- I get a breath of air. 'Stupid, fucking asshole.' I mutter through clenched teeth as I lunge and wrestle my attacker, our quarreling bodies kicking up a cloud of dust to swirl around us.

The man was big and foul-smelling, maybe it would've been better refered to as an it, considering the animalistic growls, snapping teeth, and fraying lips that bit and lunged at my face. He attempted to pin my arms to the ground while aiming its teeth at my jugular, but I was quicker. My knee smashing into his balls before he had a single thought of defending himself. He cried out in pain and I took my chance to roll him over, pinning him down with my weight instead, and I began throwing a wave of punches to his face, over and over again. 'I said MY right!' I shouted over my shoulder, weeks of fury and frustration bubbling up inside me as it fueled me into beating the ugly mut unrecognizable–when a second force slammed into my back, knocking me onto the ground once again. Another man, now climbing on top of me, his dirty fingers slithering around my throat and-

Another splatter, this time it's his blood–the second man's, and its sprayed all over me.

'Finally. . .' I exhale heavily, thudding back against the floor, splaying out with relief.

'Were really polishin' up on our teamwork.' A gruff voice announced, words coming out slow and steady with that self-satisfied tone which never failed to get on my nerves.

I heaved myself up on my forearms, angling my body so what remained of the man slumped off of me, and the source of the voice appeared like a specter from the dead man's shadow. 'You're a real pretty sight when ridin' a man like that.' He said, nodding to the guy with a bashed face.

I rolled my eyes, unbelievable. 'You mean while beating the shit out of him?' I ask, my voice pitching higher as I couldnt quite fathom the nerve of that man, despite forcing myself to get used to it over the past few weeks.

He hummed. 'Mhm, really got me goin' for a sec.'

My face scrunched up in disgust. 'Fucking cowboys.' I spat, renouncing the idea loudly. But, quietly, inside my mind, the thought had my core purring unwillingly.

'I shot right, just like you asked.' He shrugged, stalking closer, the drawl in his voice washing through the barren and now battered bar.

'The hell you did!' I hissed. He stopped at my feet, looming over me with his tall frame, frayed coat swaying around his chins, and that stupid cowboy hat covering half his face just like always. We'd been forced travelling companions for a while now, and I could say a lot of nasty things about him, but it was hard to deny- he was a real fucking apocalypse cowboy. Pretty cool if you cut his personality out of the picture.

'I said my right, what the fuck else do you think I ment with "my"?' I kick the lifeless body with my boot, emphasising my point.

'Well. . .' He shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. '. . .my, right.' He smirked.

I shook my head, shooting him daggers. 'Not even you are moronic enough to get that wrong, ghoul.'

'Well, you're right.' He admitted, shocking me for a second. But then, the problem I've always had with him, inescapable and always the same–he never shut his damn mouth. 'You need to work om your phrasin', honey.'

I shut my eyes, screwing them together so tight I began wishing I could disintegrate from annoyance and seep through the cracks between the weathered floorboards like a corn of sand. But no, I was stuck with him, and had to lay there listening to his idiocy. 'How–?' I sighed a heavy, exasperated sigh. '–is it possible for a man to be so full of himself, yet- never talk about himself?'

'Tricks of the trade, sweetheart.' He winked, clicking his tongue while those forsaken eyes roamed my body like a predator sizing up it's prey, and extended a hand toward me as if it were no big deal.

Exhausted as I was, accepting his help seemed sorely tempting to my tired body. After a moments hesitation, I decided–once, wouldn't harm my morals. So, I grabbed his hand with reluctance and let him pull me to my feet. 'I could've died, I hope you realise.'

'Yes. . . But you didn't.' His lips pulling into a grin. 'I wouldn't let that happen'.'

'You're a real bastard, y'know that?' the words left my lips with an unintentional drawl, damn that man.

The ghoul cocked an inexistent eyebrow. 'If I didnt know any better, I'd say im rubbin' of on you, honey.'

Another scoff from me. 'The only thing you're rubbing–is me the wrong way.' I spat, this time making a point of speaking as plainly as possible.

His eyes lit up suspiciously, filling with mischief as his widening smile creased them. 'Well, tell me how you like it then and I'll do it the right way.' He smirked, his voice gravely as it scraped along my spine with a shiver. He always did this, He'd call me nicknames, flirt with me. All cause he knew I hated it. But now he's just bordering on harassment. It did however, not, stop the heat from rising to my cheeks, or for a blush to seep through my skin. He'd staggered me, I truly didn't know how to react. What happened next was purely instinctively driven–

The palm of my hand made contact with his cheek, a crisp slap sounding out through the room. I even confused myself for a moment, almost as I was the one who'd been hit. But I would've been furious, how he reacted, well. . .

'There you are. . .' He purred, his tone lethal. '. . .my little killer.' A grin spreading across his face as he took a step closer.

He was pure poison, somehow both hot and cold as he ran through my veins. 'I ain't yours.' He wss the only person- ghoul, who could get on every nerve I possessed, lighting it ablaze with frustration.

'No. . .? You ain't?' He chuckled, 'You're sure startin' to sound like it, sweetheart. I see the way you look at me, the way you blush when I call you pretty little names.' He nodded toward my eyes, his hat tipping with the movement as he took another step, gaining on the precious distance between us. I feared he was right, too, my cheeks burned in a way I'd never noticed before. Had I always reacted like this? Before I knew it–I'd flung my palm for his face a once again-

Only this time, he caught my wrist. 'Tsk tsk tsk, you can do better than that, killer.' He let go off me, forcefully shoving my arm back to my side with a scoff.

But now, I'm the one stepping closer, pushing him away by the chest simultaneously. 'I hate you.' I spit, taking another step and push again, but this time he doesn't budge, and I was left standing mere inches away from him, my hands pressed firmly against his chest as my own heaved with frustrated breaths, strands of hair hanging over my face from the ordeal.

'Good. . .' He whispered, brushing wild strands of hair from my face. '. . .Now, show me how much you hate me.'

I could've slapped him again, pushed him again, done anything else than what I actually did. But my body acted on instinct, again-

I crashed into him, my hands grabbing his face as our lips met in a battle for control. He released a breathy moan, his trigger ready hands finding my waist impossibly quick to pull me flush against him, our bodies clashing together in a thud. He hummed. 'That's right, killer. Show me.' He whispered in the air-swallowing gasps between our kisses.

I put pressure behind my hands, walking him backward while my fingers found the buttons of his vest. Undoing them along with the shirt, then slid his coat and vest down his shoulders in one go, right before his back collided with the bar top. My hands found themselves making their beneath his shirt, feeling the dents of his scarred chest as I sucked his lip between my teeth, and bit down. A sharp hiss escaped him, quickly being replaced by a wide grin. 'Naughty girl.' He breathed.

Smiling, I pushed myself off of him. 'You bring it out of me.' I panted, pulling my shirt over my head and unhooking my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

He leaned back against the bar, bracing himself on his elbows as his eyes roamed over my bare chest and flushed face. 'Those are the prettiest fuckin' tit's I've ever seen. . .' He spoke in a low voice, too filled with lust to allow him anything else. 'Now, would you mind.' His hand gestured below my waist, his index finger sliding through the air as he traced the buttons of my pants from a distance.

And an idea struck me, suddenly feeling like I wanted to indulge myself in a little torture. Turning around, I did as he told me and began unbuttoning them, slowly. Terribly, terribly slowly. Sliding them over my hips and down my thighs, bucking my knees and bending over slightly as I pulled my panties down along with them. Just as I stepped out if them and looked over my shoulder to give him a coy little look, perhaps revel in the feeling of his pained expression–I was in for a surprise.

Turning my head over my shoulder, I came fave to face with him, but he wasn't just standing there- no. He collided with my back, his arms already wrapped around ny front to catch me. His shirt bow nowhere to be seen. 'Enough.' He growled, one strong arm wrapping around my breasts as the other wrapped around my waist. He raised me off the floor, held tightly against his chest. I squeeked, giggling as I pulled my legs up. Completley overcome with the anticipation of what was about to befall me–then I all of a sudden found myself pushed over the bar top, chest against the smooth luke warm surface. The quality off it telling me it hadn't been bought when fitted into this weathered building.

Then, the clanging of metal, leather groaning, friction, and his belt hit the floor. Gruff hands ran over the swell of my ass and down the arch of my back, taking his time to feel all of me. 'Been thinkin' 'bout this, how you'd feel falling apart beneath me, on top of me–' he leaned over me, hand wrapping around my neck as he pulled me flush against him only to whisper in my ear. '–around me. . .' He breathed, dragging the words out. '. . . All wet 'n messy with my cum fillin' you up.'

A moan left my lips. 'Show me.' Was all I could get out, a silent pleading to make all those thoughts a reality–and so he did.

Before I knew it, a hand had disappeared to line himself up with my entrance, pushing inside me without as much as a warning.

'Fuck!' I cried out, my voice breaking as my breath left me. It felt never ending, he was huge. But oh, he felt so good.

He groaned, finally stopping as he'd sunken all the way into my core. 'So wet for me already.' His hand slid over my back and shoulder, molding itself to my throat as the other grabbed my hip. Already flush with my back, he inclined his head, leaving trail of kisses along my spine and neck.

'Fuck me, please Coop-' it was the first time I'd called him by his name, and I realised it the second it left my lips.

His lips curled against my skin, a smile-

He thrusted into me, again and again. My back arching into an angled I had no idea it was capable of, helping him hit my core at every rut of his hips–not that he needed it. The 200+ years of experience really showed, and they were definitely felt.

The bar was dead silent, no noise except for our joint breaths of pleasure and the sound of slapping skin. It was lewd and brutal, and It made me absolutely delerious. His low, pained grunting in my ear did nothing to ease the matter. He'd created an aching so strong within me I wasn't sure It'd ever be able to be tamed.

'Harder, harder, please.' I stuttered, the words barely coming out between my heavy pants. Fuck, he made me feral. Without even trying, that's just what he was capable of. It annoyed me, he managed to annoy me while fucking me senseless. Oh, how I wish I could hate him, but there was no going back now.

Coop left little love bites all along my shoulder, and up the side of my throat, nipping and kissing in equal meassure as his breathing warmed my skin deliciously. Doing it all with such precision I couldnt understand, his thrust were rocking my emtire body, his chest rubbing againdt my back, yet he could be so delicate. I side ive never seen before. 'Little killer ain't so tough no more, is she?' He whispered, placing a kiss behind my ear before biting the lobe, tugging in it gently.

'. . . Mmh- 'm not, I'm not.' I got out. I was whatever he said I was while he delivered this type of pleasure on a silver platter. I didn't care, my morals had been thrown out the window the second his lips touched mine.

'Well, look at that. Admittin' defeat already?' I could feel his stupid grin again, his pace slowing- still ruthless, but it did enough for that feeling of building pressure to wain inside me.

I shook my head, shutting my eyes hard as I tried to focus on his member moving inside me, desperate not to lose that red string that'd lead me to climax.

'Words, sweetheart. Use em'. .'

'Dont fucking care.' I cried. 'J- just- Fuck. Me. Harder.' I ground out, my teeth clenching real hard from a mix of desperation and frustration for the pressure to start rebuilding.

'That'll do.' He groaned, squeezing my throat. All the while his other hand slid down to my cunt, starting condensed circling around my clit. And just like that, he'd made me into a whimpering mess for him to steady, falling apart beneath him just like he'd thought. Then he simply took up right where he left off, without missing a beat he thrusted so ferociously I was sure I'd be bruising on every single part of my body from the vibrations that rumbled through my muscles alone.

The darkness of my lips were specking with white, a wall of pressure building brick by brick in my abdomen. 'Close, so fucking close.' I whimpered.

'Good- Good job sweetheart. Doin' so good for me.' He burried his face in my hair, nuzzling his nose into its scent, inhaling it as he too approached climax. And there it was, that sudden softness. It was almost unsteadying my senses more than his touch, more than his thrusts, but only almost. 'You sound so sweet for me, honey. Let me hear ya'. . .' He moaned, exhaling warmth against the nape of my neck.

I obliged, of course I did. 'Feels so good, Coop- so close. . .' I panted, tears burning my eyes as they began rolling down my cheeks.

He slid his hand upward, keeping it between me jaw and throat, still choking me as he angled my face over my shoulder, enabling him to kiss me properly. And I've never been more thankful because I was about to cry myself dry as the wall broke. Pleasure flooding through my body in tidal waves, my knees bucking beneath me. 'Good girl.' He praised, voice muffled against my lips. Fingers stopping to instead cup my aching cunt. 'My good fuckin' girl, my little killer.' He moaned softly, my lips vibrating from the roughness in his voice as he caught me, delivering a final few ruts of his hips before he too came. Doing just as he promised, filling me up with his cum.

He loosed his grip around my throat and slit, letting me depend on the counter for support while he held me. 'Still hate me?'

'Yes.' I didn't, but it'd be a long time before I admitted that to him.

'Good.' And then there was silence, our lungs catching up with our breaths. 'Still wanna see those pretty hips ride me.' He murmured as he hugged me from behind, his hand sliding lower, pinching my hipbone.

'Ow! Asshole.' I yelped, and he kissed my shoulder to make up for it. But the thought was alluring nonetheless. I wriggled in his embrace, looking around at the destruction we'd caused, at the- dead bodies. And a pang of guilt hit me. 'Fine, but not here.' I agreed, actually wanting nothing more than to get out of there and sit in his lap, maybe ride his thighs too.

We redress, and share a kiss before leaving. 'Can't wait to taste that cunt of yours, killer.' He murmured suddenly. Leaving me staggered once again.

Ugh, I'm done for.

[dr-spectre]

I saw this really great thread on twitter by Grungygrim and it definitely highlights my thoughts and frustrations with the story of these games and the Splatoon fandom as a whole. (be forewarned, i get really tilted in this blog post fyi.)

I made a blog post about 2 weeks ago where i said that i was happy that the narrative online that "Callie is an idiot who got kidnapped and then brainwashed/mind controlled against her consent" is going away. (Here's the link: https://www.tumblr.com/dr-spectre/749710338672525312/im-so-happy-that-the-narrative-online-that?source=share)

Unfortunately I'm gonna have to retract a lot of the stuff i said. I'm still seeing, TILL THIS DAY THAT NARRATIVE ONLINE! IM STILL SEEING SO MUCH MISINFORMATION AND IT MAKES ME REALLYYYY ANGRYYYY!!! As a big fan of Callie, people completely outright ignoring her character arc THAT WAS SET UP SINCE SPLATOON 1 BY THE WAY!!! and not even bothering to look at outside sources for more information and lore genuinely pisses me the fuck off to no end.

No, hypnosis is NOT MIND CONTROL/BRAINWASHING! I DONT WANNA KEEP REPEATING IT! YOU CAN LOOK IT UP! if a person is genuinely uncomfortable and doesn't wish to take the suggestions to heart while hypnotized, THEY WONT DO SO! THEY STILL HAVE CONTROL! Yes, Marie did say "kidnapped" in some of her dialogue, but from her perspective, OF COURSE SHE'S GONNA THINK CALLIE GOT KIDNAPPED! She's known to worry about Callie all the time and ruminate about her, of course she's gonna think of the worst case scenario, doesn't mean she's right though. Was Octavio still in the wrong for hypnotizing Callie in the first place and allowing her to bring out her darker traits more easily? YEAH! NO SHIT! HE'S A BAD DUDE! Not a totally evil person but he has made some awful decisions out of desperation for his people. Why do you think he was so quick to help out the New Squidbeak Splatoon in the finale of Splatoon 3? His people got turned into fluffy monsters by a giant bear, he's all about helping his people.

Hell look at how Callie acts while under the Hypnoshades, she decorates Octo Canyon and her peppy and energetic self is still in tact even during the final boss, she's just more mean and violent. Callie was in an emotional and mentally unwell situation due to her overworking herself and being incredibly lonely as her relationship with Marie was damaged overtime. Callie accepted the suggestions of DJ Octavio and heard him out, AS SAID BY HER FROM THE RELATIONSHIP CHART! She wasn't forced into anything. She didn't suffer "sexual abuse" from Octavio by being forced into skippy clothing as some psychos say online, if she didn't want to wear that outfit she wouldn't cause hypnosis is NOT MIND CONTROL!! I hate having to repeat this over and over again, i hate how the developers basically rushed and ruined this interesting villain arc with stupid shades, only to try and hastily fix it later with an obscure post about A GOD DAMN RELATIONSHIP CHART THAT PEOPLE EITHER DONT KNOW ABOUT OR DONT CARE TO LOOK AT BECAUSE THEY SEE SPLATOON AS SOMETHING FOR KIDS AND TO NOT GIVE ANY CARE TOWARDS!!!!!!!!

I made a god damn giant blog explaining Callie in Splatoon 2 because i felt so frustrated about how my favorite character in the series was being treated and i tried to salvage the story that the writers tried to make. The way that people made her situation worse by saying she got kidnapped and forcibly ""mind controlled/brainwashed"" actually gave me chest pain, thinking about that kind of scenario for Callie actually hurts me... Heck i cant even listen to the Splatoon 2 stage music or final boss music because hearing her reversed vocals makes me feel uncomfortable due to the misinformation online. I hated all the misinformation and i wanted it to stop. HELL EVEN IN GIANT TIMELINE VIDEOS WHERE PEOPLE DO TONS OF RESEARCH THEY STILL GET IT WRONG!! UGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! i guess it'll still be the common and popular notion that Callie is an idiot that got kidnapped and then ""mind controlled"" by some shades... oh well... ugh...

I'm sorry if I'm coming off as really angry, i am. It's just, my brain is really hyperfixated on this squid and she means a lot to me. Seeing the way the fandom as well as the writers treat her makes me really mad. I hope i can find some peeps who feel the same way as i do. Misinformation is so frustrating man... i dont even wanna get into the Octarians because that's a whole other can of worms... anyways im done ranting. have a good night or good morning wherever you live y'all.

[inuette]

Information on Consent

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　🎠 — proofread by ⛪ — unedited

as someone who lurks in kink communities a lot it's safe to say Ive seen a lot of kink terminology get used within radqueer communities, but never in the way kink is intented, which is safe, sane, consensual, and risk aware. radqueers seem to throw the word "consent" around willy nilly without bothering to actually understand it's meaning. and this goes for WAY more than just sexual stuff within the community. so I thought a little education would be nice, so it is what I will be covering with this post.

what is consent?

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consent, as described by the oxford dictionary, is permission for something to happen or agreement to do something.

consent applies to many stuff, not just sexual advances, from letting someone borrow your pen, to drinking tea, to, according to radqueers, abuse. I will be using the tea euphemism for this essay, as it has, from personal experience, helped people grasp the consent fastest.

it does not simply mean "both parties love eachother", they are not the same, they are not comparable. one can love someone but not consent to certain stuff, or may consent to stuff with those they dont particularly care for on an emotional level.

everything I will talk about here can be found here (youtube link), if you digest information more easily via sound than via text.

if you ask someone if they want tea, then they say "hell yeah, I love tea!" then great, that is active consent. they do indeed want tea.

if they respond with "Im not sure, maybe?", then you can still make that cup of tea if you really want to, but dont be mad if they dont drink it when you offer it to them. and if they dont drink it, dont MAKE them drink it, just because you made it doesnt mean you are entitled to have them drink it. that is not consent

if they respond "no, I dont want tea." then dont make them tea at all. dont be mad at them for not wanting tea, dont annoy them until they give you until they tell you "fine they want tea". that is coercion and it doesnt change their actual mind about whether they want tea or not. it is not consent.

if they say "yes, sure! thank you." but when the tea arrives they don't actually want the tea, dont make them drink it. they may have changed their mind. sure it can be annoying because you went through all that effort to make them tea, but they still have no obligation to drink the tea just because of that. they did want tea, now they dont. it's okay for people to change their minds, dont make them feel guilty of that.

if they decide while drinking that they actually dont want tea, then dont make them drink the rest of it. again, it's okay for people to change their minds, do not make them feel guilty of that.

and if they're unconscious, then don't make them tea at all. unconscious people dont want tea. and they cant answer the question "do you want tea" because theyre unconscious.

you may have asked them when they were conscious and they may have agreed, but now they're unconscious. make sure they're safe, and, this is important, dont make them drink the tea. they may have agreed then, sure, but unconscious people dont want tea.

if they were conscious when they started drinking it but then passed out, dont make them drink the rest of the tea. unconscious. people. dont. want. tea.

if they're not in the right mind, say, intoxicated, or mentally unwell, then dont offer them tea at all, even if they say they want it or deserve it. they are not in the right mind and dont know what they want or need. they need safety, and comfort, not tea. you can offer later when they feel better.

if they said yes to tea once, dont expect tea time always forever whenever you want. dont come up to them unexpectedly and make them drink tea saying "but wanted tea once!". just because they wanted tea one day doesnt mean they want it forever.

do you have a basic understanding of consent now? I hope so!

what falls under consent and what does not?

[pt: what falls under consent and what does not? end pt]

for both parties involed:

are they actively saying "yes, I want it"?

do they know to the fullest extent what they're in for? what they're agreeing to?

are they allowed to change their mind at any given time and have it be respected by the other party?

is there safety precautions? (safe words, some other signal)

are they on an equal level with no power imbalance that could put either party in jeopardy should they change their minds or say no?

if the answer is yes to all of these, great! that falls under consent. if the answer to any of these is "no" or "maybe" then that is not consensual, or safe, for that matter.

keeping that in mind, here is things that dont, or cannot, fall under consent that radqueers believe can.

bodily minor x bodily adult relationships

sibling relationships

physical non-human animal x bodily human relationships

other dynamics with an obvious power imbalance, like student x teacher relationships, boss/manager x lower employee relationships.

abuser x abused relationships

about roleplays

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"but Carnie, what abt roleplay! roleplay exists! "

there is nothing here that doesnt apply to roleplay. roleplay is just that, role playing, playing pretend. there is a very obvious boundary between what is roleplay and what isnt.

age play, for example, can be consensual because both parties involved are still bodily adults, and there is no power dynamic besides the one made up FOR the roleplay, that ceases existing when the safe word is said or the signal is alerted, or when they've decided that is enough for that day.

[tobeywobey]

HELLO YES DID I HEAR JRWI ISAT AU OR PERHAPS JUST GENERAL THOUGHTS AND COMPARISONS?

hellooo :)perhaps

okay originally it was just me going crazy over the isafrin and fnc similarities. but i was like. wow odile sure is likejay ferin.

SO . chip being sif. right duh of course. because who else would be that mentally unwell. he can also speak celestial for some reason which i think ties back into that stars stuff. ALSO their memory stuff (when chip starts losing himself and has to kind of. put on a show of who he is. SOUND FAMILIAR?). sif losing his home country. chip losing his childhood. both having such little opportunity to get it back without risk of hurting themselves. chip and sif "ill keep all my feelings right here and then one day ill die" bitches.

gillion being isabeau .undergoing a serious change and. feeling like the person they were before is dead and gone at their hands. being often regarded as stupid just because theyre big and boisterous and the tank (of sorts). that religious aspect . But also. gill and mirabelle to a degree. being chosen . that idea of "people think im chosen for one thing but its actually this other thing that im too afraid to tell people" . aroace <3 . that religious guilt of "why was it me. surely someone else could have handled this better" and. feeling the weight of their world on their shoulders. the elders and the head housemaiden .

more chip stuff .something abt. loop being so upset that Sif is the one who. succeeded and the one who got his happy ending despite how Loop could never even. beat the king. is so chip to me. i dont know How to explain it but its so. chip almost being? angry at himself that. after all that pain he endured at the hands of price and to an extent the black rose. all it took to be happy was finding two strangers and letting them in. also that is very sif to me also

also i think about Siffrin and Bonnie’s relationship (post-eye injury) a lot. And i do think Bonnie and Ollie are relatively similar. I do think Ollie would have a similar reaction to learning about Chip’s ‘death’ that Bonnie did to Sif’s eye.

as for odile and jay i have less thoughts but jay being torn between land and sea, pirates and navy just like how odile is torn between ka bue and vauguarde. odile thinking her vaugaurdian roots would Suddenly Make Sense and she'd find that lost part of herself to no avail . jay feeling like shes always been distant from her family and not that perfect child .wishing she could have that just like Ava had . the two ultimately finding themselves with new companions and family in this foreign place.

[wulfhalls]

i was finally able to watch dune part two. im unwell. it was a masterpiece, just as expected. completedly obsessed with paul as always

the paulalia is also so strong, paul starting the movie with his first word being sister??? his little speach to alia?? she loving and believing him from the womb???? unhinged.

whoever said that eveything has to do with leto even though he was just some dude, but also he was the moral compass and self control of the most unhinged and powerful people in this fucking gallaxy is so right. there is also how for me paul just becomes everything to jessica and alia - husband;son;brother;father - i dont even have the words to explain im just here for it.

also is there something wrong with me, that i just dont really care about chani??? like i can understand her importance and all that she represents and see what they are doing with all her interactions with paul and everything that is going on,,,, but idk she becomes a little boring in the middle of every unhinged character.

paul had more chemistry with alia, who is a fetus, his own mother, an imperial princess who he only sees once, the counsin he just met and murdered and like everyone else?? kinda made me sad because i really like zendaya and i know she does a good job but i was almost annoyed with her, i wanted to see paul interacting (not even romantically) with everyone else but her.

haha hell yeah the fellow sickos finally representing!!! also yes omg I think that's the crux of it all post leto dying that they sort of all become everything to each other! freak fam merging and blurring and transgressing and over stepping!!! and then the water of life ceremonies on top of that! removing them so far from the rest of humanity! of conventionality! no one else could possibly understand but each other! they are Other together!!!!

[starsofang]

Hi I'm new just found the pirate fic and binged it all. Lovely time to do it since a new chapter just came out. I've been BLESSED OH MY GOD??? ITS SO GOOD??? IM SO INVESTED HELP IM GOING TO DIE IF I DONT INJECT IT STRAIGHT INTO MY VEINS IM HURLING THE GHOAPPPPP STOP THEY'RE ALL SO AUGHHHHHHH THE CHEMISTRY!!!!! like I BELIEVE they'd all become friends and eventually get together I LOVE THE BANTER I LOVE THE CALMER CHAPTERS I LOVE THE INTERACTIONS NOOOO IM BRAINROTTING HELP. That was the best hour of my life. What will I do now that its over????????? Nothing will ever scratch this itch this fic scratched. Nothing else will satisfy the craving the same way. I wish someone knocks me on the head so I can forget it all just to read it again. PLEAAASE OH MY GOD ITS SO GOOD IM GOING INSANE ITS SO GOOD I NEEDED TO DO LAPS AROUND MY ROOM. IM SICKKKK IM SICK AND UNWELL OVER ALL OF THEM STOPPPP I LOVE THEM ALL I LOVE DOVE. DOVE MY BELOVED JUDT ONE CHANCE. JUST KNE CHANCEEEEE. Does she need a dog?? I can bark. I CAN BARK PLEAAASE PLEASE DOVE‼️‼️ I LOVE YOUR CHARACTERIZATION FOR THE BOYS. ITS SO WELL DONE ILL CRY. IM CRYING. I can smell the hurt/comfort chapter with her and Simon coming up. I can FEEL IT IN MY BONESSSS (delusion) I hope they talk I'm so excited to see more of them. AND THE ALMOST KISS WITH GAZ STOPPPPP AIGHEHRHHSDSKJDSSEJEJ he's so:(( THEY STARGAZE TOGETHER IM SICKKKKK. JOHNNY GOT HER NEW SHOES IM CRYING. I CRIED WHEN SHE TRIED TO RUN AND JOHNNY GOT HER NEW SHOES I LITERALLY FELT SO GUILTY NOOOOOOOOOOOO I'm not okay. And there's.. John ig.🙄 The captain is on thin ice 🙄/hj DBFJADJDJJRJEJRHS I can't wait to see them bond.

I'll never recover from this I hope you know that. Please never stop writing this literally made my week. It was terrible but I changed my mind. It's Life-changing. Wonderful. The world is GOOD AND KIND AND THE UNIVERSE LOVES ME. anyways sorry im obsessed thank you for writing<333 is the fic on AO3? I really want to subscribe so I dont miss an update<3333 have a lovely day!

WELCOME TO THE COTS FAMILY 🗣️ IM HAPPY YOURE HERE luckily for you i just updated a new chapter, i post every saturday except this time because i had a hurricane and no power:3

yknow what if dove doesnt work out with the 141, she’s for the girls. take her and she’s yours, you can treat her better i trust you 🗣️

PLS PRICE IS MY BABY HES A GOOD GUY I SWEARRRR HES JUST GOT LIL ISSUES THAT MAKE HIM A BIT MEAN 😭

DONT FEEL BAD FOR GOIN CRAZY i love it when i get asks that are all just spdkwkdne about the new chapters and fic in general because it means i can go crazy with you

yes you can find my ao3 in my masterlist, i post all chapters on there as well!!! but every update on here and ao3 will be saturday evenings :3

[demise-seems-dead]

fic snip

little segment from a fic im gunna post soon for ye old tumblr people because i am so un normal about torchy, actually.

(tw: intrusive thoughts sorta, hallucinations, vague description of illness ig?)

The counter is ticking.

Tango lets himself breath, twisting the torch he has held in his hand nervously between fliterry fingers as he walked himself away from skizz. A timer, nay, a heartbeat rang out under his eyelids, pulsing out. One.. two… three. 

With a thump, a book lands by his feet. He breathes, and bends over to pick up the shiney purple blue leather bound book. His fingers dust the cover, and nasuea begins to tumble in his stomach as he goes for it nervously. He picks it up, and with a flutter of his eyes,, pulls open the cover to stare at the page in the book.

Concerningly, his eyes are met with nothing. Tangos fingers of his right hand trace down to his belt, going to nab his comm out of his side pocket to text grian. A voice breaks his monolouge. ���Hey, pal, don't worry about that!”

Tangos head hurts. In a sudden burst, a gun shot rings in the back of his head. He tips his head back, letting out a soft stifled groan and blinking away the white eplosions. He looks around for the unfamilair voice. His eyes sweep over, and he spots skizz with his nose stabbed down into his own task book. He then looks down, and sees the unlit torch in his hand is now ablaze, yet glowing from every surface, including the wood. Tango swivels his head around again, and back down to the torch.

“Yup, you got it. Hey pal, yeah, its me, the torch!”

“Am…i having a stroke?”

  The torch vibrates in tangos hand, and glows brighter. “No no my friend. No issues here. Im just here to help. Concider me your friend good ol’-”

“Torchy. Why do i remember that?”

“Because youve been a very good player, tango. So good at remembering your firends” Tango stares at the torch, then to his book. “Why.. is my book empty?”

“Oh, don't worry about that, pal. Let torchy handle it. Don't worry about what your task is. Concider me your task. Catch up with me, talk to me, tell me everything you need to…get off your chest tango. Im here for you now. Your task is to reunite with your good old friend torchy, and here we are!”

Tango lets out a sigh, feeling as though his skin is crawling with a million bugs. The weird nausea of anxiety that comes from every task has spread up his chest, and the gunfire in his head begins to throb. Instinctively he reaches out to the bed frame hes standing by the brace himself. His hands look really off-coloured. “I don't,... feel very well. I should go talk to skizz.. Or grian, tell them i don't feel well enough to compete.”

“Oh no no no, tango, relax! Think about it. Skizz is got to be so stressed out with his task and with you and the other players, and grian is runing everything. Why bother them with something so little? Just try and relax, and don't eat or sleep for a bit incase you are unwell, and leave it at that.”

Tangos shoulders relax. “Alright.. I shouldn't worry them. They already have enough on their plates as is. Its just.. Im just a little queasy. Nothing to… worry about.” Tango lets his eyes droop, twitch in his fingers gone. Distantly, he hears skizz say his name, and makes the decision to go back up to the top of island.

~~~

Torchy talks a lot. 

Tango isnt a stranger to people who talk a lot, heck, hes buddied up with skizz this season, he knows that there are some people who talk a lot. Torchy, however, is a different level of a lot. Always talking that torchy. 

Tangos day sits at a whisper, for the most part. He spends most of it doing what his inbisable task is, catching up with a friend. Catching up with torchy. It should feel easy, but something about talking to torchy has him on edge. Something about the way it quakes in his hand and into his head, and the way hes alwas talking about something or earily silent,

Torchy has been trying to convince him to pull away from skizz for a bit more the last half hour or so, but he's trying not to. He likes torchy, really he does, but something about him makes tango anxious.he doesnt want to be alone with torchy.

“Tango..” the sentient light ficture says in a sing songy tone. “Trying to run off again with skizz, are we?”

“What? No! Of course not! What would.. Ever make you think that?” A nervous laugh tenses on the cusp of tangos lisps as torchy vibrates in his hand, shaking violently, as if it was angry. The glow he gives off tricks slightly purple in the nights shushed air. “Oh, tango. I know whats going on inside your head. Don't worry. Im your buddy. We are friends, arent we?”

“Yes. were friends.” Tango said, and his voice demaneded the thought to be voiced. It wasn't a thought that could be intercepted or disputed, and it just slipped straight out without permission. 

“Than stay with me! Skizz doesnt want you to bother him.” 

“I guess he doesnt. He's got a lot of building to do, r-right?” “Right. So how about we go on a little walk, huh?”

“Okay.” Tango rises to his feet, shoes digging into the soft watterlogged grass around love island. His feet carry him to the water, and he dips down into it. His feet ground into the silt at the bottom of the lake, and his toes run cold with the icy flooding water. It swishes around, like big hands trying to reach out for him. His pant legs soak, getting heavy. His fingers twitch, and he lets them both stare out into the abyss. Tango raises torchy up and way from the water, sinking both of them deeper into the water. His chest squeases as the water laughs and singles, bubbling and brookoing into a big circle. The air bubbles as he sinks, as the water rises over his chest disolve. He lets his feet drift up into a swim. He goes forward, shifiting one hand repeatedly into the blur, moving forward. Cutting and gliding through the swirls of the vastness. 

For a moment, their world seems to fade as tango moves through the wateer. Its singing grows louder, reverberating around the earth, and pushing back the trees and the grassa and the world. The water grows darkerm perhaps more cold as well, as tango pushes and throtles against the lungs of the land, of the water. 

Dark yearning amber eyes stare up betwwen the folds of the lapping nulls hes sunk into, and yet it doesnt matter to them. It doesnt matter to them. Fianally, he pulls out and away. His body cascades, breaking off into different pieces as the wet damp clothes sog off him, and as the water drips off of hi- them. 

Tango keeps moving. Torchy smiles and he can feel it in the warm buzzing of his hand.

“Oh, good job keeping me dry, tango! Your a real pal!”

“Only doing my best.” an uncomfortable grin spreads over tangos face, veering each corner of his mouth upright without much effort on his behalf. Without any effort, actually. He didn't smile conciously. 

…huh.

They begin to walk. Tango feels heavy and stiff, and the crooks of his elbows and knees are starting to feel achey with the chafing motion of wet clothes on him when he moves. His fingers are so tightly rapped around torch(y), and yet so cold despite being right next to a flame. He doesn't think he could move them if he wanted to, but he wont let his mind dwell.

His mind cant dwell.

his mind can't thi-

His heart wont stop moving in his chest, moving around like a screen saver beating against his ribs. A big overtaking smile beams over his face. A song flows to his heart and his feet skip against the dull yellow singing licks of nature hidden in the grass. 

it feels so good to be hanging with his pal torchy!

does he even really need anybody else???

[the-ragbros-are-okay]

HIII hi ^-^ i’m really glad you didn’t mind me hijacking your post and i Would’ve said more i am simply so sleepy tired BUT i need you to know that i every time i’m reminded of the —> kaeya keeps important things hidden and close to his chest because of what happened the last time he told someone something important it makes me 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥 ragbros. we are shaking hands i am so not normal about them <3

YES feel free to hijack my posts anytime you're SO right and based and!!!! the brainrot is SO real!!!!!!! also i am sleepy tired too it is a-ok <33

omg no literally im SO unwell and mentally ill about them!!!! why are they like this!!!!! i am also shaking your hand and then kissing the back of it, and meanwhile i am also shaking the two of them by the shoulders and weeping

[rose022]

Okay 150 questions I will just pick random numbers

8 21 32 38 64 77 83 106 108 122 135 148

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

uhm. well my gender doesnt really have an opposite and i dont thibk anyone is particularly on my mind rn other than my friends. uh 2/3 have a tumblr and one hasnt posted like anything since ive been following him so. theyre cool tho i love them

21. What are you bad habits?

i bite my nails and skin a lot i think. i also forget to do stuff a lot. even whrn i really have been meaning to do it. uh theres a lot more but idk rn

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

. ik u chose these randomly but. wow. thats a. sure a question. ... i mean i am an adult so uh. assuming they were ok with it uh. nihachu and uh. miura ayme? idk those are the only two celebrities i can think about. that. with. weird question. uhm. maybe i shouldve just opted out (<- still writing)

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

i really like black hair. not super taller than me that i cant reach. likes me a lot super duper much. understanding when im unwell. good with physical affection. uhm idk

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

oh gods. okay. uhm. wow. so uh. whvsoabdisjdbsbjqbfisbfkabdjendifdh. so it was late october 2020 and we were having a sleepover at my house (yes ik we were being bad abt the lockdown, its been years shush) and uh i forget how it started or like what we were talking about beforehand but we were on my bedoom floor on the mattress i got for her and my mom and sister were asleep already i think cus it was like past midnight and uh. idrk. we were goofing around and nervous and we had some gum first and then idk?? got it over with?? her lips were so soft. and. afterwards she started talking about fish (she loves fish), specifically big mouth billy bass, yknow the one that moves and sings?? look it up. anyway it was great but i dont think she really cares anymore. its ok

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

I LOVE CHOCOLATE!!!!

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

i havent seen the second so the first

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

gods i hope not but. fuck. maybe. haaahhh

108. What should you be doing?

sleeping soon i thibk. i will i promise...

122. Is cheating ever okay?

my go to thought for this question is about tests and yes. but for relationships no. just communicate whatever your problem is or break up. its not worth the alternative.

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

i dont remember. i barely remember anything ever. sorry </3

148. What’s your favourite quote?

i have a list on discord but. can i judt do the minecraft end poem? "and the universe said i love you because you are love". hey fun fact that's my senior quote

[prettyboykatsuki]

dude, DUDE. Sorry, so sorry, don’t mean to interrupt hsr but MAN. Oliver, he’s. Wow. Reading that, Jesus. I also do not usually go into that territory, but you’re so right, you’re so real, it fits him too well and I hate it (affectionate). Literally laying down, back against the bed, I reached up and gripped my pillow with too much force, had to pat it back into being pillow shaped. Reading that made me hot all over but like in specific ways. My left leg is too warm. The build up I felt the heat crawling up my body, stopping to make a home at my lower back. And god when he refers to himself as d****? I don’t know how but all the heat left my back and legs and RUSHED to my stomach. My face is too warm, I bet if the sun was out or if I had a light on I’d be red. I literally feel ill, I feel like I have a fever, I’m hot all over, I’m sweating, and GOD do I need to do something to Oliver. I think I want to kill him, I don’t know. Anyways, fucking incredible, I hope you have more perverted thoughts in the future :D

DSKFJSDKJSD HELL MY DEAR... AND YEAH... YES

doesn't it just. fit him so perfectly. somehow its not condscending when he's saying it, he's not even really doing it to have any power over you - just knows that you're tired. that you'll never be comfortable just being needy but he knows that you need that. so he takes the role on so naturally... because you know. you know.

its making me unwell like i think i made a mistake because its all i can think about <3 like what is going on. i come back to post on here like a crazy persona nd its about this. IM DELIGHTED THAT I COULD GIVE U THE WARM FUZZY FEVERISH FEELINGS ABOUT HIM...BECAUSE YEAH

[teamluxx]

!!!!! please tell me more how was it????? that’s so cool and so exciting <3

AGHHSHSGSHEGDHSBS IT WAS SO GOOODDDDDDD !!! ok so. im gonna give a rundown of everything. so.

m&g. i see jan. i give her a hug. i almost cry. jimbo says she loves my makeup. i show the girls my jackie cox tattoo, then show jan my tattoo of her. she takes a picture. silky grabs my arm and signs it and says “now go get that tattooed”. jasmine signs next to my daya tattoo. we take the best picture ever it looks so cute. i sob like a little bitch after. it was crazy.

then the show.

ok so. start of the show. jan comes out. she does mariah carey. that woman sings directly to me, points at me, said “all i want for christmas is you” to ME.

next comes nina whos the host. and im freaking iut because crystal is next and nina looks at me and goes “youre freaking out are you ok?” and i say “not at all!” and shes like “well since youre so ecvited come here” and she got me out of my chair and she had me announce crystal.

then after crystals number she called herself the dancing diva and i was like “no one calls you that” and she looked at me and said “nO ONE CALLS ME THAT??:!/?/ CHECK YOURSELF GIRL.”

then nina comes out anf says “who said that?:!/?:!:” and crystal points right to me then ninas like “no more microphone privileges for u”

after jimbo comes out anf she goes into the audience anf i am first row so she comes up to me. straight up puts her pussy in my face. and im like 😦😦😦

i also called brooke mother and she was like “yes im so mother”

then the show ends and jan is singing and im sobbing and she sings to me again cuz im sobbing

then jimbos second number is cvtw number and after the dhow ended she gives the baloney to jan and i look at her and i point. at my titties. and she throws it right up in there and. yeah safe to say it was the best night of my life im so mentally unwell

i was also just posted on the m&p instagram like an hr ago and my jan hug is there and its. aAAAAA !!!!!!!

[wifegideonnav]

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#5

there’s a post going around like “catholicism is only good for sexy vampire aesthetics” WRONG its primary purpose has always been to instigate a series of events that culminated in tamsyn muir writing gideon the ninth

2,073 notes - Posted November 8, 2022

#4

god I’m just never gonna fucking recover from “harrowhark, I gave you my whole life and you didn’t even want it.” the use of her full name. the agony. the shakespeare-level comedy of errors with the angst turned up to 11 and the comedy turned down to 0. the fucking. tragedy of it all. I’m unwell no fucking talk me rn

2,243 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

#3

every time I think about harrows connection to gideon being so strong that gideons name is the last thing she says before dying despite having literally erased her capacity to comprehend it, I have to go lie down. like tamsyn really said love is so strong that it remains even if you carve out the part of your brain that feels it.

2,301 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

#2

the importance of pov and kiriona gaia as gideon nav’s imperialist aspect

others have already made some really smart posts about how kiriona is gideon when she’s lost everything and everyone that made her who she was, and how even in the first two books, gideon was this terrifically sad creature who was disguised by the fact that she was her own narrator.

but I want to expand on that last bit, because yes. kiriona is a gideon who has lost everything, who has had to make tough decisions to survive, who has had to adapt to being primarily around her father (a manipulative asshole) and ianthe (ianthe). but this is also the first time we’re getting to see gideon from a perspective other than her own.

we’ve always known that gideon is a beautifully unreliable narrator - see her complete understatement of the fight before harrow opened the tomb, where she neglects to tell us that she almost killed harrow with her bare hands - but I think that for a lot of us, the introduction of kiriona was when we first felt that.

now, nona is not an objective narrator either (lmao). and she does actively dislike gideon (which is fascinating, and which I could go on about for several posts). but she does offer an outside perspective on gideon that we have, up to this point, been lacking.

because… yeah. sometimes, like anyone, gideon’s kind of mean. we know she’s a good person - her goodness is in many ways one of the central drivers of the plot - but that doesn’t mean she’s nice all of the time. it’s just that when she’s being mean to crux, or ianthe, or even harrow we can say, well that person deserved that. but the truth is, gideon has lived through the kind of hell that very few people could survive with any kind of goodness and softness left intact. she didn’t live through it, in fact. she’s just kind of… existed through it.

I saw another post point this out, and I want to reiterate: gideon’s goal, her whole life, has been to join the cohort. when we first meet her, we’re like, ok, makes sense, that’s the only ‘out’ available to her. and we kind of forget, even as we learn more about the empire, that what gideon wants to join is this actively and horrifically violent imperialist force. when we get to nona, and we meet hot sauce and her gang and joli and the angel and even the edenites, we expect gideon to have kept up with us somehow, to reject the empire. we want her to be one of the “good guys” (goodness in the tlt universe is another longass post I want to write…).

but gideon doesn’t reject the empire. because, crucially, she IS the empire - she is its heir, never mind the fact that that doesn’t really mean anything when the current emperor is immortal.

what I am trying to say is this: kiriona is gideon when you take everything from her, and then replace it with her father and everything he represents, and then take a step back.

that step back is crucial. it is what allows us to remember how imperialism - and by extension, or by metaphor, cruelty - works. gideon becomes cruel because she is in proximity to cruel people, AND because she is not in proximity to us.

THAT is what Muir is saying with kiriona. even the most kind, good, earnest protagonist can become a tool of evil in the right circumstances: and those circumstances include perspective. gideon, like it or not, is currently actively choosing to be a tool of empire. and if we were in her head, we might be able to - or we might be tricked into - accept her justifications for why she’s doing it.

the perspective shift is what allows us to see gideon as she - currently - truly is. it is no accident that this is when we get the outside pov. Muir allows us nowhere to hide; we have to confront what gideon has become and by extension what she always has been.

gideon nav is a good person, and I fully believe that in alecto we will watch her reject her father; I fully believe she will get to be a hero. but in order for that to happen, she - and we - must first undergo radical change and growth in terms of her worldview and attitudes. kiriona is not gideon’s final form. but in the same way that john is described by harrow as having aspects, kiriona is the aspect or facet of gideon that embraces cruelty, that perpetuates empire.

Muir tells us: even the most beautiful-hearted, trod-on girl in the world can become a tool of empire. but I have no doubt that in alecto she will tell us: this is how that girl can destroy it.

2,922 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

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happy pride to girls who didn’t know that women could be nice to you, inscrutable polycules, straight people in forbidden marriages, body snatchers who kiss their own reflections, poets obsessed with long-dead warriors, predatory cougars, lesbians who are in fact the problem, and girls who are in love with a corpse

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[rat-rosemary]

rat, with all politeness, i dont think q needs therapy. I think something happened behind the scenes between the two (Dream and Q), and Dream upset Q over something that may not be entirely QSMP related--QSMP/USMP may have been the straw to break the camels back. Strong disclaimer, I dont think Dream is abusive/evil, this is just my real life example to illustrate why someone ghosts. It is an extreme--- I cut contact/went no contact with an abusive parent--they took to social media for a year straight with massive posts about how much they loved me, how they dont understand why I did that, how theyre very sorry and support me in everything. They refused to take "i do not want to speak with you, unless you can respect my boundaries" as an answer. Constantly they overstepped. Id tell them "here is why im mad" and they would turn around and say "i dont get why theyre mad?! I apologized?" Or "those reasons arent enough!" Many times other people contacted me on their behalf with claims they were dying/sick. They were not. Some of my parents friends would stalk me/insist I must be mentally unwell.

I dont think Dream is remotely doing that. I think hes a normal, if flawed, guy. However, I empathize heavily with Q. People don't get no-contact. They think its about cruelty. Its about "no matter how much we communicate you continue to not hear me/disrespect me. For my own health, i would like to stop this relationship." Its a last resort for when you tried everything.

I dont know what happened between them, but Im squicked by Dreams refusal to accept Quackity does not want to talk. Its my own personal bias/experience and it bothers me people assume Q's crazy/cruel, because Ive been there. I feel Dreams pain, but I think he might have missed the bigger issue at some point.

But its all speculation. I just ask politely dont label that action crazy. Youre welcome to not reply, i just noticed youre very much trying to see all sides.

Yes, if Quackity didn't want to talk to Dream anymore I think that's fine

But the thing is, he didn't have to talk to Dream to help manage this situation! He could just have made a tweet saying "hey guys, this is not okay, back off" and it would have been fine!

That's why Dream has been so insisting with this whole thing. Because he and his loved ones are in very serious danger, bad enough to get the police AND the fbi involved and Quackity could have helped to make it better by just making a quick comment or a single tweet telling his fans to stop

I absolutely agree that people don't get how hard it is to go non-contact with someone, and I'm sorry you had to deal with that, but Quackity didn't need to be in contact with Dream to do something

Because the people he needed to talk to are his own fans, who he is in contact with

(Also, I'm kind of saying it sounds like Quackity needs therapy because from everything we have been presented with, it sound more like there was something bothering him that he refused to communicate to his friends and it grew until this happen. But hey, I don't know because he refuses to give his side of the story!)