If there's any criticism I have of the HTTYD franchise, as a huge, long time fan, it's that almost all the people of color (at least the memorable ones with significant plot roles) are villains.
And I don't want to hear "They're in Scandinavia, there historically wasn't a lot of diversity!" There also wasn't any real dragons in historical Scandinavia, and the book series took the cast to places they historically would not have known existed. There should be people of color in HTTYD with significant plot roles that aren't antagonistic.
Hello! Thank you kindly for spreading the word about Narkmas this year, the excitement from everyone has got me pumped! Before kicking things off with the main event I thought I'd make a few posts leading up to it. I'll start by throwing out a few ideas for each prompt to get the Brain Rotting, so keep an eye out for those!
i have considered myself a witch for about 5 years now (give or take) and i'm still in the beginning stages of developing my craft. there's still *so much* i don't know and have yet to learn. hell, i didn't have a great understanding on spell work until just last year!
to anyone who's feeling like their "failing" because they aren't as far along in their spiritual journey as others (gods know i did and sometimes still do!), please know you're doing just fine. you are exactly where you're supposed to be on *your personal journey*. please don't think less of yourself or your craft because you aren't in the same place as other witches, beginners or otherwise. it really does take *years* figure it all out, and even then, there's always something new to learn or changes to be made.
you'll get the confidence that others have once you've had the time to familiarize yourself with where you want to go, and you have all the time in the world for that.
Manipulation With/Out Malice: The Hollow Mother (Kafka vs. Makima)
"A Portrait of Power" : Part 1
A Black Hole and a Quiet Pit — Gravity vs. Vacancy
Blood and Wine. A cage and a vacant yard.
In the cage, the dog is fed every day, never starves—yet aches endlessly for affection. In the empty yard, the dog runs wild and untethered, surrounded by wind and other strays—but stares out past the fence, waiting for a master who rarely comes. These two mothers are puppets. One desperately grabs at the cords. The other happily dances along.
Makima is a being who tries to be human and fails. Kafka is a being who doesn’t need to be human. Both women are manipulators. Makima is gravity: a black hole that devours, seduces, and consumes. Kafka is merely a pit: a pit that cannot pull, but is avoided all the same. This is a study on how emptiness operates—with and without malice. Both offer affection that doesn’t feel quite right.
This is a character study exploring the themes of emptiness, manipulation, and control as trauma responses. I don’t expect everyone to agree with my interpretations—this is simply my personal deep dive into two magnetic and complex characters.
I do not own the rights to any of these characters. All rights belong to their respective creators.
I welcome discussion, reflection, and continuation of this conversation.
Makima's Emptiness: Gravity of a Black Hole
(Relentless, Consuming, Desperate)
Makima’s emptiness isn’t still. It hunts. Her void is never silent; it is always reaching. She is not content to exist without filling that emptiness—with Chainsaw Man, with power, with subjugation. She craves meaning, but only the kind she can forge by force.
Everything in her orbit is pulled inward, and nothing escapes. Makima demands things on her own terms. She doesn’t trust relationships unless she controls them. She signs contracts, not relationships. She manipulates others not only because she can, but because she must. Her existence and survival are bound to domination.
People are drawn in by her strength, her beauty and charisma before being consumed by it. Makima is not mysterious; she is overwhelming. Her emptiness is loud, radiant, magnetic, and final.
Kafka’s Emptiness: Stillness of a Silent Pit
(Detached, Passive, Beautiful)
Kafka’s emptiness does not hunger. It does not control her. There is no desperation in Kafka, no wild grasping for meaning. She follows Elio’s script, not because she believes in it, but because she lacks any desire to defy it.
Kafka is graceful, adaptive, deeply intuitive—but she is also untethered. She is not looking for a soul to complete her or a world to conquer. She plays her role, checking on others, perhaps not out of care, but out of obligation to a story she didn’t write. Her voice is soft alongside maternal mannerisms, yet her affection feels like a costume.
Kafka is not malicious. She doesn’t pretend to be more than she is. But her hollowness lingers. It is quiet, unnoticed, and unfixed. Unlike Makima, Kafka doesn’t need to consume. She just drifts. Is she free? Or is she just lost? Waiting for something to fill the void. "If I follow this script, will I feel?"
Makima weaponizes her emptiness. Kafka wears hers like an accessory. Both influence others, but only one demands control. Where Makima erases identity, Kafka allows it to persist untouched. Where Makima needs submission, Kafka simply observes.
Both are tragic. Both are powerful. But only one is trying to be something she isn’t.
Stage Director and the Marionette
Manipulation Without Question
Both Makima and Kafka are terrifying—not because they are evil, but because they do not question the system. But what sets them apart is why they don’t question it… and what the system they follow even is.
Makima doesn’t just follow a system. She is the system.
She is the Control Devil. A creature born from humanity’s fear of being dominated. One of the four horsemen. She sees no point in questioning this because she was never given the option to question. She believes she’s saving the world and she thinks this justifies the means. A necessary evil.
Makima’s manipulation is the most stereotypical: overt, dominating, cruelly maternal. She offers the illusion of safety, then retracts it. She uses affection as a weapon and submission as currency. Her manipulation is always intentional and her affection designed to create dependence. Love is earned and is conditional.
Makima was likely raised in isolation—contained, observed, and restricted by the very human systems she would later come to dominate. From childhood, her caretakers allowed her no true freedom. All of the devils under the Japanese government have leashes, Makima's is just long enough for her to think shes free. Yet curiosity was punished. Exploration was denied. She was trained to feel happiness in obedience, but never joy in discovery.
So Makima doesn’t manipulate out of malice—she manipulates because it’s all she knows. Her worldview was engineered. She cannot think beyond control because she was never taught another way.
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Kafka is a tactician, assassin, and agent of chaos. She follows Elio’s script without fear—but also without malice.
She is calm, intuitive, and oddly compassionate. But she doesn’t question Elio because she lacks the capacity for fear or rebellion due to her birth planet and stelleron. Her trust in the script is partially due to psychological conditioning and partially due to survival. Because she can’t feel fear, and because Elio’s script has never led her astray. What makes her dangerous she might turn on you, not out of betrayal, but because the script says so.
Kafka’s manipulation is passive, reactive, and incidental. She doesn’t coerce—she adapts. Her voice changes to match who she speaks to. Her presence feels nurturing, but distant. She mimics closeness rather than forging it. Her lack of fear makes her unable to form deep emotional bonds—because there is no urgency, no dread of loss, no instinct to cling.
Kafka likely can’t form truly intimate relationships outside of her Stellaron Hunter comrades or the protagonist—only those bound by Elio’s script. She follows fate like a dancer following choreography. And because the script anchors her, it becomes her only reliable tether to others.
A working theory I have is that Kafka sounds nurturing, not because she feels deeply, but because she’s learned to appear that way. Her affect may be a result of conditioning, likely formed under Elio’s guidance or as a byproduct of living within a system where emotions must be mimicked to fulfill certain roles. If she is following a script that demands loyalty, persuasion, or the ability to earn trust, then a soft voice and playful charisma are tools and not truths.
Her affection may not be manipulation in the malicious sense, but adaptive performance. Just enough tenderness to guide the narrative forward, keep Elio’s plan intact, and to soothe those who might stray from the path he has written. This adaptive behavior, apparent detachment, and lack of fear make her care feel... uncanny.
Her carefree aura may give off the illusion of empathy, but when viewed through the lens of functionality, it becomes possible that Kafka’s entire nurturing affect is a method of keeping people calm and useful, not a result of emotional closeness.
This would mean that Kafka’s warmth isn’t necessarily false—but replicated, scripted, and untethered to personal depth. She may not be lying. But she may not mean it, either.
Makima follows a leash. Kafka follows a script. Both are still performing. Both are responding to trauma.
Makima manipulates to preserve control. Kafka manipulates to maintain stability.
Neither trusts others freely—because both were shaped by structures that did not trust them first.
One twists the world into submission; the other lets the world twist around her. Neither is trustworthy—but only one makes you think you had a choice. Both are following their own predestined scripts. One penned by a forced hand, they other by a freelance writer.
Author notes: I had a manic episode and thought too hard. I love my dominant mommies
See, the thing about my species is that we're charged with an ancient honor from Lord Xenu. He uplifted our species from swamp dwelling gecko-crocodile-salamanders orbiting a dim blue dwarf into the Galaxy's, perhaps even the known Universe's, most powerful Alpha Apex Predators with the sole focus to preserve peace, justice, and the enforcement of law across the cosmos we survey wherever we go. Initially to fight the tyrannical and depraved Thetans who sought to dominate and consume the lifeforce of the unwilling to expand their numbers and consume the Universe's energy to live, my people now have expansive fleets that troll evildoers wherever they may be, and destroy them if necessary.
We're big on sarcasm and rapier wit being a valuable weapon against ideologies which surmount to subvert the needs of the many and the one. How do we know what's right versus what's wrong? It's easy: We don't take bullshit for an answer. Some of our actions might be construed as authoritarian, totalitarian even. We do tend to take over a star system that's out of control. We have to.
However, we return the system to law and order in a method of their own choosing. We might not like what they choose, but as long as it's collectively what they want and doesn't cause problems for anyone else, fuck it. It's their world.
On some rare occasions, we'll keep their star system. It's because they can't be trusted. This usually comes about from a decision that they continuously slip toward evil activities with malicious intent toward other species. Rarer still, we'll just destroy them, their planet, and even rarer yet, the entire star system. Yeah, we can and have done that.
One of those rare occasions was a very Nazi-esque species we encountered on one of the spinward marches. They had two star systems and had wiped out one species on a dual-species planet, and subjugated the sibling species as slaves. It's also rare to have a system with two species that cohabitate. With the loss of one, the other was forced to be subjugated to survive. We couldn't stand for that. So, under the Great Empress Tha`rr~hru'll Mmmmrrrr-thr'ahrl (My grandmother -- We had very long names back then), our fleet was ordered to restore order at all costs and prevent the spread of their vileness. It just so happened that we discovered Thetan influence involved with the aggressor species.
Well, they were rather powerful already as they were a spacefaring FTL capable culture built upon the backs and ashes of others. And they did put up a good fight, initially. So we decided not to land dropships to risk our soldiers and detonated a Starbomb. It's a lovely device, really. Huge as fuck, it creates a quantum entanglement effect between particles of what you call a Kerr-Newman black hole and a star's matter. A Kerr-Newman black hole is one which rotates and contains an electrical charge. The cascading effect is mass amplification through the entanglement of the charged particles and the quantum exchange of energy from the black hole into the star's matter. This slows the Kerr-Newman black hole and imparts a lot of energy that must be converted into mass by the same means as Einsteinian matter-energy conversion. I'll spare the technical details because y'all can't be trusted with an M80 without adult supervision and this is one gigantic M80.
From their warships and planet, they watched as their lightweight yellow sun (about 2x the solar mass of Sol) turn a shade of reddish-orange upon a shockwave of blue light that rippled across the surface. Mass increased by several thousand fold within just an hour. Our fleet amassed just outside the safety limit to prevent any of their ships from escaping the increasing gravity well until their star went pop.
The shockwave obliterated the inner sphere and violently so. Everything within the inner shell was annihilated and any survivors were destroyed with impunity. And then the fleet turned on the other system not far away, which had been witness by our broadcast to the annihilation. Needless to say that the aggressors surrendered. We accepted their surrender, and took all of them off world onto automated transport ships. Then we flew those ships into the dying embers of their own home star.
However, due to the damage done to the captured world, we took charge and it became one of our most distant outposts. To this day, the surviving species there has enjoyed many freedoms, and has become less dependent on others to survive. Now, they're very prosperous and many, but we remain in control since they're a very submissive species that couldn't manage themselves out of a cardboard box if their lives depended on it.
