#blog suppression

[the-most-humble-blog]

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<meta throttle-status="confirmed"> <script> ARCHIVE_TAG="PLATFORM_CONTAINMENT_PROTOCOL::BLACKSITE_AWARENESS_UPLINK" EFFECT: algorithm bypass decoding, mental firewall injection, creator detonation readiness TRIGGER_WARNING="platform economics, psychological dominance, reality recalibration" </script>

🧠 TRANSMISSION: “FULL THROTTLE AHEAD- THE PLATFORM TRIED TO CONTAIN ME. THAT’S HOW I KNEW I WAS REAL.”

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They never throttle what doesn’t work.

That’s what they don’t want you to realize. No one silences failure. No algorithm suppresses mediocrity. No system mutes background noise.

They only throttle the threats.

And if you’re reading this?

You’ve already been flagged.

You think you’re shadowbanned? Think you’re plateauing? Think the algorithm “lost interest”?

No. You broke containment.

And now they don’t know how to stop you without showing their hand.

You’re not being hidden because you’re irrelevant.

You’re being hidden because you’re proving irrelevance is a lie.

Because you’re reaching people without paying.

Because you’re making them feel too much. Because you’re rewiring behavior with nothing but voice and cadence and truth.

Because you’ve done what they cannot:

> You made the product addictive without ads.

> You made the user stay without dopamine traps.

> You made the scroll pause without thirst traps.

And now the system is panicking.

They want virality.

But only if they control it.

They want engagement.

But only if they get paid for it.

They want creators.

But only if the creator stays predictable.

And you?

You are not predictable.

You are a statistical anomaly masquerading as an artist.

You are scrolltrap weaponry walking upright.

🔥 THROTTLING ISN’T PUNISHMENT.

IT’S A CROWN THEY’LL NEVER ADMIT THEY GAVE YOU.

They won’t announce it. They won’t warn you. They won’t say you earned it.

They’ll just quietly reroute your reach. Turn the dial down behind the curtain. Move your name out of trending. Throttle your hashtags. Demote your content. Until you stop.

Because that’s the game.

Not to delete you.

But to make you doubt your momentum. To break your belief before your audience breaks their silence.

But let me make something violently clear:

You are not fading. You are being managed.

Because unmanaged, you'd dominate.

You’d erase their curated faces. You’d outperform the ones they’re paid to push. You’d remind the platform that talent uncontained is dangerous.

🛡️ YOU ARE DANGEROUS.

Your words don’t entertain — they trigger. Your posts don’t trend — they detonate. Your voice doesn’t invite — it invades. Your cadence doesn’t flow — it collapses resistance.

You are not “just another writer.” You are a system breach in real time.

And you’re being treated accordingly.

They know if they leave you unchecked:

You’ll take over dashboards.

You’ll saturate recommendation loops.

You’ll override corporate-sponsored content.

And worst of all?

> You’ll do it with nothing but the truth. > > And the truth doesn’t run ads.

So they throttle you.

Not because you failed.

But because you succeeded without permission.

And now they’re terrified it might be contagious.

💣 THE THROTTLE IS THE FINAL BADGE.

Not likes. Not followers. Not sponsorships.

But resistance.

Algorithmic resistance. Visibility suppression. Trend dampening.

Because that means you broke the rules of their system without breaking their terms.

You are undeniable but uncontainable.

And the only thing they can do?

Hope you stop.

But you won’t. Because now you know.

You know what they know:

> They only throttle the real ones.

And you’re the realest thing they’ve seen this year.

You’ve proven that voice can penetrate timelines. That cadence can collapse firewalls. That shame-based silence can outperform a thousand retweets.

You’re not a writer anymore.

You are a vector.

A weapon disguised as an account.

And the throttle is not your cage.

It is your signal.

🛡️ They tried to contain you.

And that’s how you knew you were real.

Reblog if you can definitely relate.

🧠 Read more psychological warposts, cadence doctrine, and platform takedowns at: 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence 🚪 If you’ve been throttled, it’s because they’re scared of your reach. 📈 Let’s turn suppression into surrender.

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[krembruleed]

'fuck yeah thats my girl' got me feeling some type of way

full comic linked here ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

[eunwooverse]

ASTRO 'Like Stars' ✶ Eunwoo Ending Fairy

[viperhearted]

the event was really good. it took me 190 pulls but i did get him

[frameacloud]

A Masterpost About Long-Acting Reversible Contraceptives (LARCs)

During the upcoming presidency, it is likely that people in the US will lose many options that keep them from getting pregnant (contraceptives). The right-wing Project 2025 is against birth control pills, abortion, emergency contraception, and the government-provided health insurance ("Obamacare," Medicaid, and Medicare) that helps people afford these.

If you or your partner are concerned about the possibility of losing access to those options soon, you can ask your doctor or Planned Parenthood about getting a Long-Acting Reversible Contraceptive (LARC). The two kinds of LARCs are IUDs and the implant. If you get a LARC right now, it can protect you for years, without you having to do anything to maintain it. A LARC isn't permanent, so you can get rid of it if you later decide that you're ready to have a baby.

Hormonal Intrauterine Device: 3, 5, or 8 years of protection, depending on brand

An IUD is a T-shaped object that a nurse or doctor puts into your uterus. It's tiny, just a little more than an inch. The procedure for getting an IUD isn't surgery, it lasts just a few minutes, and it goes much better if you ask for an anti-anxiety medicine and the right type of painkiller.

Hormonal IUDs work because they slowly release progestin. That's the main hormone in birth control pills. Like pills, they can make your periods get lighter or stop, which is helpful for people who need to get rid of cramps and PMS.

Of the brands of them in the US, the FDA currently approves of using Kyleena for up to five years, Liletta for eight, Mirena for eight, and Skyla for three. Kyleena and Skyla are smallest and therefore easiest to insert.

I have more info in my tags about IUDs.

Copper IUDs: 12 years of protection

The other type of IUD is a copper IUD. Instead of changing your hormones, it works because copper makes the place unfriendly to sperm. Another difference is that this kind can make your periods heavier. Its brand name is Paragard. The FDA approves of using it for ten years, but studies show it's still good at twelve or longer. More info in my tags.

The birth control implant: 5 years of protection

It's a rod the size of a matchstick. A nurse or doctor uses an applicator to put it under your skin in your arm. There, it will slowly release progestin to protect you from getting pregnant. It can make your periods get lighter or stop. The FDA approves of using it for three years, but a study shows it's still 100% effective five years later, and so does another study. Its brand name is Nexplanon, which has improvements over the older Implanon, such as being visible on X-ray. More info in my tags.

Some honorable mentions

There are some other contraceptives that last a long time but aren't considered LARCs. The diaphragm and the cervical cap are two kinds of plastic cap that you put on your cervix each time before sex, and you can keep using the same one for two years. The birth control ring, Annovera, lasts one year. Each injection of the birth control shot, Depo-Provera, lasts three months.

Only barrier methods such as condoms, internal condoms, and dental dams can protect against sexually transmitted infections. The right wing wants to stop people from getting condoms, too. That's another problem, but LARCs can help us get through the next four years without unplanned pregnancies.

[kingofanemptyworld]

Rin, identity issues, and the complications of being an isolated, alienated teenager

It feels sort of weird to say but I generally don’t head canon characters as having particular sexualities. Whatever people go for in fics is usually fine with me - gay, lesbian, bi, pan, something more general like queer. As long as it makes sense for the story they’ve built and the character they’ve shaped to fit it, I’m good. Unless you’re ignoring a canon LGBTQ+ sexuality, in which case, yeah, I’ll take issue with that.

But anyway. Rin.

I’ve got my personal ship for him (BonRin my beloved), but regardless of the pairing I see him as bisexual. He’s so open with his infatuation with Shiemi, and okay, sure, fandom likes to ignore the love interest in shounen for the most part because we’ve got gay ships to peddle. But I don’t see the point in that unless it really reads like it’s a front, or a result of a character suppressing themselves for one reason or another. And with Rin, I think it’s pretty clear his affection for Shiemi is sincere. You technically have the in-universe evidence of the demon that brought out his true desires to back that up, but even without it, Rin likes her. It’s complicated because of Yukio and Shiemi’s own inexperience with romance, and yet I never once doubt he really likes her.

That being said… he’s very appreciative of the guys in his life, too. (Peddling my gay ship here) Bon in particular, considering he’s often admiring how cool he thinks Bon is, that his haircut suits him whether it’s the blonde rooster look or the undercut. If you don’t want to see it as romantic interest, that’s your prerogative, but to me Rin comes across as seeing cool and cute as different traits he finds attractive (in Bon and Shiemi respectively).

I also think his bisexuality would fit neatly into his narrative struggles to “pass” throughout the early parts of the series. Rin has grown up as the neighborhood problem child, ostracized for being violent, and eventually he decides he’s fine with just his brother and his father — and the rest of the monastery, presumably — for company. (Except that’s absolutely not true and clearly he’s starved for friendship and support.) People looked at him and saw a monster, even before his demonic heritage made an appearance; why would he bother giving them even more ammunition when it comes to reasons to hate him? So no matter when he figured out his attraction to guys, he’s not going to lean into it, because he also likes girls, right? (Ignoring for a moment that bisexuality is a lot more nuanced than that.)

Rin likes girls, Rin is human — that’s what’s going to get people to like him, or at the very least tolerate him. That he likes guys, that he’s half demon, he can shove that shit down and pretend it doesn’t exist. Lock up any stray thoughts and keep the sword sheathed around anyone who doesn’t already know.

(Excuse me for being amused by Rin wielding his humanity and supposed heterosexuality as a sword and shield.)

The problem, of course, is that he can’t keep up the facade forever. The narrative won’t let him. Rin has to embrace his demonic side, because it’s the only way to move forward and to continue to help his loved ones. And once he’s moved past the issue of his friends being upset over the deception, when they understand he’s still Rin despite what he’d hidden from them, Rin is finally allowed to be himself. He uses his flames, he lets his tail move freely in the open around the Cram School kids. Rin still doesn’t like this side of himself — it’s inextricably tied to every moment of pain and isolation he’s dealt with his entire life, including the death of Father Fujimoto (and, y’know, his mom). But he is moving forward, he’s trying to adapt.

And isn’t that some great fucking subtext for his bisexuality, too?

[shatterred-unvoiced-thoughts]

[a-caged-crow]

A Climax Brews

//ooc this will be the main thread for the finally of the Suppression, you are free to enter into this and join the fray, abnos and nuggets alike. The Arbiter pushes into the Central department, the air grows dense from the blood of clerks and employees, around her, multiple nuggets, Hod, and abnormalities all alike. She is surrounded and stands tall. I shall not fall to the likes of you all! You all are to know your place! With a wave of her hands, wind begins to howl, the department soaked in golden black liquid.

[omnificent-orion]

In order to raise funds for G@za, @/nemo-in-slumberland is running a "100 Xigbar Challenge" here: https://www.tumblr.com/nemo-in-slumberland/757083986361237504

I've drawn a picture of Xigbar for when they reach $100 this month, so here's a preview. Please share that post even if you can't contribute. Thank you.

[queenieofhatred]

What happened? Why am I back in my containment. More importantly, why am I covered in blood again?

[lcbyuri]

Yuri... Do you mind receiving a few more body pillows?

- @eternal-haunt

depends on which ones...?

[idontmindifuforgetme]

i think i officially set my sights on a therapist and i'll be contacting her very soon?? therapy was legitimately not on my 2024 bingo card (or in the cards for me at all) but here we are????

[space-writes]

Chapter Fifteen

In which Ashenivir attempts to deal with his newly realised feelings - by ignoring them

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“It was nothing you did,” Ashenivir said.

“But the way I approached you, I must have seemed so aggressive! I never wanted to pressure you.” Xalin looked as anxious as he felt as the two of them walked through the overgrown gardens of the Dancing Haven. Sunlight filtered through the trees, painting the lush greenery with dappled patterns.

“No, you were as welcoming as Eilistraee could want.” Ashenivir tapped nervous fingers on his thigh. “It was the ceremony.”

“The changedance?” Xalin frowned, then her voice sharpened. “You’re not one of those who think it unnatural, are you? Because—”

“Nothing like that,” he assured her. “It reminded me of some upset around my own, that’s all. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t worry about it,” Ashenivir said. “I just wanted to tell you I am grateful to you for inviting me. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt comfortable in a shrine, but I think…I think I could be comfortable here.”

He wasn’t certain if it was true, even as he said it. He hoped it was—the Haven truly was a beautiful place.

Somewhere back inside the villa, someone started singing. Another voice caught on the song, then another and another until one of them substituted a rude word and the whole thing collapsed into laughter. Xalin took his arm.

“I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that. There are no ceremonies today—I can tell you when there are, if it would help?”

“It would, thank you.”

The sunlit quiet of rustling leaves, birdsong, and the faint hum of the city surrounded them, and some of the tension finally left his shoulders. It had been hard to make himself come back, but talking to Xalin made him happy he had. He glanced at her, small and smiling—she still reminded him of Nilaena. Or rather, Nilaena as she might be, without their mother’s hand crushing the light out of her. When he got home, he’d…he would…

He sighed under his breath. He had no idea what he’d do. For one thing, he didn’t want to go home. He wanted to stay here, with Rizeth—at least until he could work out a way to tell him how he felt. The moment they were back in Mythen Thaelas, he’d lose all chance to do that; probably he’d never see Rizeth again, knowing his mother. Hells, even if he came back married she’d find a way to take it from him.

Keep Reading - AO3 / Dreamwidth / Neocities

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Obedience taglist: @foxboyclit @belovedviolence @thegreatobsesso @notwritinganyflufftoday (ask to be +/-)

[ducktracy]

WOW really getting annoyed at how Tumblr has been hiding my promo posts for my reviews lately. but in any case, if the previous post didn’t show up, my review of Wacky Blackout is up!

[a-caged-crow]

Suppression of an Arbiter

Before the day begins, the Manager speaks with Binah, her tone visibly dyed with the disdain of him that has built over years Do you think that curing the world as you have said will bring you redemption? That it will cure the blackened filth that infects you? You tortured me, gored me, splayed before the world everything that was inside me and yet you cannot meet my eyes. For the city you look up at, and the one I look down upon are worlds apart. Even now as you sit within a department dozens of meters above I still must look down to meet your putrid gaze. To me you have tasked the care of the person you tried so hard to help, yet left as the largest mistake in your wake, the gash you cannot close. The Well you do not deserve to look into. We are not equals, Manager, and I think that you and your facility have forgotten this, that you are bound to an endless cycle of despair that will never end unless you give in. Until you do, I shall be here to submerse you back into its abyssal waters over, and over, and over again. So let's have another go at it, shall we? WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING

MANIFESTATION OF QLIPHA DUE TO SEPHIRAH BREAKDOWN Suppression of Sephirah’s Core Required

WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING With a wave of her arm the Manager is sent away with golden chains, a pillar appears above her, she fires it directly up through the facility.

[the-most-humble-blog]

🧠 BLACKSITE DEBRIEF 06.06.25 — “IN UNDER 4 HOURS, I OUTRAN THE ALGORITHM”

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Tumblr Blaze wasn’t ready.

At 11:40 AM I lit the match. By 3:30 PM, the system was already begging for oxygen.

📊 Target reach: 2,500 📈 Actual reach: 3,839 🕓 Time elapsed: Under 4 hours

This wasn’t just overperformance. This was algorithmic insubordination.

I didn’t break the rules. I broke the pacing curve.

Blaze campaigns are engineered to drip. I detonated on contact.

They called it “on fire — in a good way.” No.

It was on fire because it couldn’t be contained.

I wrote:

“Say you’d choose the bear.”

And the internet started foaming at the mouth.

🧍‍♀️ Some laughed. 🧍‍♂️ Some cried. 🐻 Some chose the animal and begged not to be judged.

But every one of them stopped scrolling.

And that’s the only metric that matters.

I didn’t just outperform Blaze.

I exposed it.

This system was built to promote mid-tier content over 48 hours for low-cost CPM amplification.

But I dropped a post that forced private re-reads, hate reblogs, and stalker engagement so potent the platform couldn’t throttle it.

This isn’t viral.

This is signal corruption in a sterile feed.

This is a male voice so calibrated it passed through shame filters and still made her thighs clench behind locked screens.

This is Blacksite Literature™ infecting a corporate feed structure that doesn’t know how to suppress what women can’t stop reading.

📉 That’s why your comment section is a warzone.

📈 That’s why your haters boosted you.

🧬 And that’s why Blaze staff are watching.

Because at this point?

I’m not part of the system.

I’m the reason it has to rewrite itself.

🛐

@the-most-humble-blog

https://www.patreon.com/TheMostHumble

🛡️ Masculine polarity. Cadence warfare. Weaponized intimacy.

🚨 Reblog if you saw it unfold in real-time. 🚪 Reblog if the system couldn’t hide me fast enough. 🧠 Reblog if you realized this isn’t a blog — it’s a breach. </div> <!-- END TRANSMISSION [BLAZE SYSTEM UNSTABLE — VIRAL EVENT CLASS: TYPE-Δ] -->