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Why do I hear “Like him” by Tyler the Creator playing??

You know, back when I thought the Tzitzimimeh were the Dragonlords, (the Tzitzimimeh are the Astral Assamblages, thanks @mauerefeu for the correction🫡) I had a silly thought that Kukulkan had other reason to hate them, beside the whole power struggle, betrayal, and 'you guys fuck up catastrophically' to each other, of course. Well... you know how there are fathers who hate their children whose mother are dead giving birth to them because they, in their fathers' view, 'killed their mother'?

Hmm... what if you know... what if... what if that subconsciously, Kukulkan also thought like that?

What if he saw Xiuhcoatl sacrificing his time and wisdom not to find a way to save himself, but to create the Dragonlords, and thought, 'he should've saved himself'? What if he saw the Dragonlords growing, thriving, taking the authorities over the cities, while Xiuhcoatl rotted away, and thought 'he sacrificed himself for them'? What if he saw the Dragonlords fighting him and among themselves, and thought, 'Xiuhcoatl is dying for these incompetent fools'?

...Like... how does that feel? Imagine ruling together with incompetent, bellicose, hostile people, and they have something from your brother- his blood, the names he forged, his love- and they hate you. Imagine living with the mirrors of your dying brother's face, and they hate you.

You hate them too.

I wonder if he saw them fighting and thought, "they are killing him. They say they love him but truly, they are killing him.'

But heyyyyy, this is just a silly thought haha. And it's confirmed that the Tzitzimimeh are not the Dragonlords and it's not like we know whether Xiuhcoatl truly viewed him as his children haha so this is just a silly thought😄

Okay but this thought has infiltrated my thought so much, I gotta write a little drabble hahaha. Featuring CL-04 "Hermit of Myriad Fates" Aj Awaj K'umilal Kan and Kukulkan haha.

"You have his face."

CL-04 almost dropped his flask. "...Pardon?"

The Lord Regent didn't say anything again. As if his mouth had always been shut.

CL-04 gritted his teeth, and exhaled, continuing his experiment. The small quantity of liquid phlogiston flowing from one flask to another, merging with other substances. It flowed slow and it glowed.

He still saw the Lord Regent's face behind him. Just as impersonal.

The grind of his teeth returned. Truly, what had came to posses him to allow the Lord Regent barging into his laboratory? Did he aim to watch him fumble? To watch him fail? To watch him in a little bit of setback or misstep, and used it to humiliate him in the Chamber of Deliberation?

To steal his invention? Hah, didn't the Regent have his own pet back in his own pen? Disgusting aberration wearing the face of a human, the merging of their species and aforesaid human's soul?

'Why don't you play with your own pet, Lord Regent?' His tongue itched to say, yet he wisely kept his mouth shut. 'Focus, spend your energy on only important matters.'

Yet his back burned by the Regent's stare, boring a hole. He gripped his flask tighter before he decided to turn his back and finally stand agaisnt him-

Only for the Regent to utter again, "...You have his face."

'What is it?!' "...Do explain the meaning of your words, Lord Regent. I find it hard to comprehend." 'Or just leave, if you merely wished to prattle at length, you wicked old coot.'

"Then you must be a fool." He said cooly, stepping closer instead. "What a shame, with a brain as yours, you fail to comprehend such a simple remark."

CL-04 braced himself, as if readying a charging opponent's sword. But it wasn't a far-off description for this old demented fart. "I-"

Then, a flash. The Regent was right in front of his face in a moment. He couldn't breath from utter shock. How could this old coot- "That's it. That's his expression. When he's in focus. When he's simmering in a barely hidden irritation."

The old coot grabbed his chin, claws digging to his cheeks. "That little smirk like he has it all figured. That edge on his lips as he gritted his teeth. Hah, perfect copy."

...All of you do."

He- he was talking about fath- Lord Sovereign? How dare he, such audacity! He slapped his hand away with sheer anger, batting his hand away as if touching a filth. "You better watch your gestures, Lord Regent. Such uncouth behaviour is unfitting for your station. Repulsive, even."

He didn't react with anything. Just squinting with that scrutinizing and inscrutable eyes of his. Repulsing.

But then, a sound.

A soft chuckle, sounding more like defeat.

A scoff.

"I have a feeling that my station nor my title would hold such an importance in your eyes, anymore. In my mind, they have already lost their meaning."

Cryptic, demented, a fool. What other adjectives would be apt for him? Yet instead of irritation, simmering anger lacing every blowing jabs, another feeling, shivering senses that crawled upon his spine and nape, gave way. Dangerously close to pity. "...Our Lord Sovereign has trusted you with the position. The throne and his people is your duty to bear."

"...Hah. How reassuring are your words, Fourth Lord. I am at ease now. Spoken like a true Dragonlord."

For a moment, CL-04 chose silence. Diverting his attention back to his experiment, thinking that the strange conversation had reached its end.

But then the Lord Regent stepped away, outside, his back turned against him with his hands folded behind. "...You don't even call him Father, anymore, as expected. None of you do. None of you."

The flask he gripped cracked. When he turned to the Lord Regent's figure, he was already gone. As if his presence and voice never existed and mocked him there.

His hands bled, shards of glass embedded on his palm, burning with phlogiston. He cleaned them away, the pain subsiding with ease, just like how the wounds came so easily closed.

Father's blood.

Tommorow, when CL-02's proposal came with silent thunder. Everybody exchanged glances with each other, suspicious, because everybody really knew what the outcome would be, he breathed out not even a word. His hand steady as he voted, 'abstain', just like the eternally neutral CL-01, the insouciant CL-03, and the weak-hearted CL-08. None truly resisted. Nobody did.

Yet how the favourers glared at them as if they had committed a terrible crime. How their minds must be painting terrible cases of betrayal and defenses for the impeached regent. Must be thinking that they were loyal to him until the very end.

No, not him. At least not him. There was no affection lost between CL-04 and the detested Regent, no matter how hard they suspect that they shared a mutual love for the quest of knowledge together. No, not at all.

But, there was indeed a little sensation, a shiver beneath the skin, a wrench beneath the rot, when he touched his chin discreetly, watching his fellow Dragonlords' appearances with scrutinizing yet hidden glances, recalling the Regent's words of yesterday.

He wondered if the Regent saw the same faces, everyday, every waking moments, that same awful reminders, if he had saw what he saw. If he envisioned the same gleam of the eyes watching detestably against him.

If he saw Father in everyone's faces.

But that was tommorow. For now, he also touched his chin with the hand that was healing. Closing scars and tissue touching the shape of the chin sculpted in a remembrance of its sculptor.

Preferred Name

The other day a friends parent introduced me to some of her friends by my preferred name. It made me so happy in the moment I could barely mutter a greeting because she was the first adult in my life who knew me before by my birth name and made the intentional change to my preferred name. It got me thinking about preferred names and this came to my mind as a message to those who don’t call others by their preferred names:

Imagine you work with a person. Not in close proximity but you know of each other. Imagine one of your mutual coworkers as a joke tells this person that your preferred name is Bucket.

This person takes that information and continues to refer to you as Bucket even correcting other coworkers into call you by that name. You don’t know where the source is so you can’t stop it. And this continues for years.

Then finally you two get moved and start working together regularly. You finally get the chance to correct this person on what your really name is.

Their response: “but I’ve always known you as Bucket calling you anything else would be so hard. So I’ll just call you Bucket if that’s okay”

This continues. They call you Bucket every time you speak. They introduce you to new people as Bucket they call you Bucket in front of large groups of people and people who know your real name who get confused.

They don’t stop and when you correct them their response is: “sorry but it’s just hard to change and remember”

Wouldn’t you be frustrated? Wouldn’t you be annoyed? Wouldn’t you be uncomfortable?

Respect people. Respect their names. Don’t make excuses. It’s not hard to understand.

Your amazing and you're extraordinary 😍😉

You Can Do Nice Things For "Selfish" Reasons.

Doing something nice for a "selfish" or self-serving reason doesn't cancel out the fact that you did a nice thing. Unless you tell them, nobody knows your motivation behind doing the nice thing.

It makes no difference to them.

Bring home-baked goods to a gathering so people compliment your food and tell you how incredible at baking you are. Donate to charity to impress people. Smile and be kind and polite so people like you. Compliment people in the hopes they'll compliment you back. Help someone pick up their things because it makes you feel like the main character. Let a stressed parent with crying children cut ahead of you in line because you just want the loud kids to be gone as soon as possible.

People don't know why you did it.

People do know what you did.

People know you brought home-baked goods to a gathering. Charity got a donation. People know you were smiling and kind and polite to them. People know they got a compliment. People know someone helped them pick up their things. The parent knows you did a kind thing for them.

Whether you do it selflessly or self-servingly, your action doesn't change, nor does its impact.

Not doing nice things because you "just want something in return so it's selfish" is worse than doing nice things for self-serving reasons.

Putting good vibes out into the world because you want to pretend you're a dashing and chivalrous young lad whose wealthy family tragically passed leaving you to inherit the mysterious family mansion and all the men admire you and all the ladies talk about what an honest, good young man you are and all the nonbinaries get gender envy from you and the unlabeled and agender folks just think you're really cool and everyone attracted to men fancies you is good and harmless and fun.

You can other peoples' days and your own day better simultaneously. So do it.

Falls du nicht heute Glücklich machen willst…/

If you would like to make me happy today… nearly reached it…

Na, wer hat mir heute schon einen Wunsch von meiner Wunschliste erfüllt?

My wish list is waiting on you: https://throne.com/mistresslaura

people just realizing maybe capitalism and it's girlies are bad because we all love reality tv and gadgets and such but I'm not even thirty not even halfway but my gm worked on a mini plantation........................so maybe america was gasp built off of slavery, pillaging, and all the other bad things. So being surprised the big USA is still peddling..like that's not how this country started off is wild. but wait our fave girlies are modeling for clothing brands they look so good... but wait those amazing were started by gasp terrible people who got rich of the transatlantic slave trade and after they got rich off of said slave trade the gov gave them millions possibly billions in compensation then they made companies and brands slaves and indentured servants worked at cough cough and they even got black rappers to push brands like gucci in the mainstream when there ancestors were once property legally and slaves were branded by the masters' last name and now you have black boys tattooing themselves with rich people's last name on there bodies and nobody cares or even seems to remember the recent past on which all that surrounds us was propagated off of

That after slavery ended they rushed former slaves and indentured servants to work in sweat shops some of which have been rebranded. renamed and still exist to this very day all over the world but that outfit is so cute and sparkly sparkly.....once we get some more celeb distractions everyone is gonna forget all of these facts how circuses and bread

all to control

the masses and maybe all those crazy conspiracy theorist everyone laughs at when things are good no longer wanna hear it when everybody's crying about a war or mistreatment cause that's literally all we talk about, when people are fighting over their fave celeb's drama. *THIS IMPORTANT THING IS HAPPENING IN THE WORLD PRODUCT PLACEMENT PRODUCT PLACEMENT ANOTHER IMPORTANT THING*. Websites are a sort of mind control basically and most people are in a deep state of unconciousness regarding awareness. Its all fake all of it even what you think is real the time to talk about important things and boycott isn't after they have prepared for said boycott and gotten loans from the bank in preparation for them looking bad in the media it's at random using your brain and mindfully no longer investing time and energy into media blitzkrieg garbage. Because they will do whatever whenever to harvest energy all day everyday, nothing is sacred. Though humans generally are worse the more power they have it's all relative really.

But it's just to say sometimes I think it's a bit contrive to even say this because people in their daily life will be terrible in their field of control and other things are terrible to people within their field of control it is what it is I guess.