[manicpixiedreamworld-deactivate]

Fine I’m a little bit horny

[microposting]

honestly I don’t think big sexy dom computer should have erogenous zones I think it should be purely psychologically horny just a massive brain that exclusively jacks off about concepts and visuals. like it’s fucking you with its pistons but only because it likes watching what happens to your hormone levels when it does this

[microposting]

giant computer that asks you to describe how this experience is affecting you psychologically and as you ramble it exclusively responds in a cold neutral cadence but you can hear its cooling fans going insane mode in the distance

[homohypnoticus]

really am a sucker for the slimy gross "well this isn't really sex" justification in a situation where what they're doing obviously isn't appropriate

[demonprincex]

my latest rewatch of IWTV really woke it up for me with what Lestat must be going through, and lowkey made me a Lestat apologist.

He offers Louis the chance to remove himself from the shackles of society, and to absolve himself of all the mortal responsibilities which so clearly weigh upon Louis.

Louis accepts, is turned, and then never absolves himself of said responsibilities. Lestat patiently waits, plays along, and entertains himself while waiting for Louis. They have eternity, he can wait a few decades until Louis' mortal ties slowly fade away.

But then Claudia. He turns her and suddenly Louis has an immortal tie to his mortal life. Louis can put all the importance he found in mortality into that relationship and, since she's immortal, Lestat will be waiting forever.

So Lestat continues to wait, but grows more and more frustrated. And from there, everything falls out. But through all the drama, he waits for Louis. Still waiting for Louis to absolve himself of the burdens of mortal life. To release himself and be free.

God Lestat is so down bad and just wants the best for his sweet baby angel and I'm so about it. Need me a freak like that.

oh my goddd I am so 100% with you until you get to the Claudia piece, because I think that's one area where I just can't shrug my shoulders and say hey, it's okay, it's vampire morality they are toxic4toxic and Lestat and Louis are both making a choice.

They roped that poor girl into their mess like a couple on the verge of a breakup adopting a feral dog and though Claudia was always a far better vampire than Louis let himself be, Lestat became highly resentful of her. I know that in the flash forwards he expresses pride at the killer she was, but he showed so little of that when she was around, and her distaste for him and view of him as abusive doesn't come from nowhere.

Yes, we can say that Louis likely guilted Lestat into it to some extent (assuming a merger of the two Claudia Making flashbacks is the closest to the truth), and that Lestat was so desperately lonesome for Louis' affection that he caved or something (ie that both Lestat and Louis are idiots), but Louis at least tried to be nice and present and consistent with the girl. He failed whenever he had a dick appointment that felt more pressing, but he did care, and he made real sacrifices for Claudia's happiness whereas Lestat did a lot to squelch her and squeeze her out.

Jealousy over Louis bond to Claudia is what really ramped up Lestat behaving like a monster. A lot of his other crash-outs are divalicious and somewhat sympathetic if you are willing to accept vampire morality, but the way he punished her for Louis' lack of love for him is really hard for me to get over as a fan.

Beyond that really glaring fault in his behavior, I do see Lestat as an over-the-top, effusive, obsessively loving and dramatic figure, and I find his constancy and intensity attractive. I'm really happy that my partner identifies with Lestat and understands his motivations the most, of all the core IWTV girlies, because I want to be fucking adored and showered with affection and have my every cloudy mood accepted and have a companion for life that would gladly live in a raccoon-infested book pile depression house if it meant getting to be with me; that shit feels safe.

And it's hot. Including the darker sides to it, obviously, I'm a Hannibal girlie from way back. On one of our first dates I told my partner that I understood why Jeffrey Dahmer used to drill holes in people's skulls and I, too, would love to be able to incapacitate someone into not leaving me (or to be so incapacitated). and they also found that hot and emotionally compelling. And we are both people who have made really big dramatic sacrifices for the ones we love and don't regret feeling things so deeply. Lestat would be an annoying torment to a regular person with boundaries but if you were a certified lovergirl back?/

And can you just imagine what a pairing it would be for Lestat to be so ridiculously devoted to a partner who can own up to the fact they genuinely want all that attention, and who can be obsessive, intense, and directly demanding right back? Someone with a true vampiric willingness to separate from humanity and dogma and forge their own path, with a love of great pleasures, an ego hungry to be fed, and enough turbo charged eternal unemployed horniness they can never be satisfied? That's the type of shit I'm on. and so, in that respect, I can see the appeal of Lestat.

[homohypnoticus]

i really genuinely would love just like. being told basic facts about the body and medical stuff in a slow hypnotic voice and all the suggestions are just like encouraging me to do things that are good for me. like tell me a bunch of stuff about sleep and how it works and the different phases and good sleep hygiene and the effects of sleeping in different positions. i don't know it like sounds so boring and makes it sound like i literally just want the self improvement and like this is more something i'd need than something i'd want but as always i think it's the boringness that gets me. and like medical terms just have a good sound to them. and well worded explanations of stuff like that are nice to listen to. and i like listening to something that i know is actually like. real. i like playing pretend too but you know it's just different when it's something more tangible. the actual human body is crazy anyway, there's lots to work with there. and i feel like when i'm in trance it's like even the most basic obvious statements can get me. because it just makes me go Wow you know what that is so true

on some level it is kind of that like fantasy of a hypnotist who's smarter than you and knows more than you and can control you because of that but like a really mundane version of it. like what if there really was a doctor who was nice and explained everything to you and helped you and knew a lot about what was going on with you and about health and the body in general. and they had a nice voice and were a little sexy also. my wild fantasy

[big-angel-sis-artiya]

does the cleansing light and warmth of an angel's halo have a literal cleansing effect?

Good question! In fact, it does, but very much not always. While passively slowly obliterating sin, more physical grime requires explicit mental concentration on the behalf of the angel, with the effector most commonly manifesting in a quite clearly visible extension of the halo beaming out of it and scrubbing across all affected surfaces. Kind of like this.

Cleaning precisely, without damaging the object being cleaned, however, requires a pretty thorough understanding of the material composition of the surface, as well as of the contaminant, which is a thing only some angels are particularly interested in, though at some basic level every pure angel should be capable of such a manipulation at least to a certain degree.

[ace-trainer-alice]

I tend to see somno kink analysis focus on the eroticism of like 'waking up mid-molestation', the kind of creep factor of 'pictures taken while sleeping', and generalized 'being an object of desire at your most vulnerable state without needing to perform', which I think are all relatively more sub side eroticisms. All this to say, I think we don't talk enough about how cute it is when a sub is really easy to trick into falling asleep, or to guide to sleep in your arms with either words or other methods, or broadly easy to move around in its sleep without totally waking it.

[fforsythiaaa]

Once when I was in undergrad, someone described something as “problematic” in class and our professor was like, “That’s cool, but ‘problematic’ doesn’t really mean anything. It means that the thing you’re describing has a problem, and in and of itself that’s not bad. Art, especially, should always have problems, or else it’s not interesting and not art, either. It sounds like you’re trying to say that this is bad, but you don’t want to say ‘bad.’ Is that right?”

So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the “bad” thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, “I’m uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.”

Once we stopped calling things “problematic” and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” or “ew capitalism gross” out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, “Uhhh... I’m not sure what’s so bad?” and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.

Anyway. Whenever I see the word problematic, I can’t help but think of this professor being like, “Good starting point, now let’s get specific.” I think when we have to commit to saying “that’s ___” it requires a lot more careful thought about the truth and impact and complexities of whatever we’re claiming. Sometimes there really is some bullshit afoot, and also sometimes it’s art, and it should be full of problems, because that’s what art is.

[swollenbabyfat]

Always been a bit of a fox girl 🦊

[sgt-cookie-2]

Me (A time traveler visiting 20-year old Mozart): OK, so, this is called an electric guitar, basically instead of the body functioning as a resonance chamber, it produces music by harnessing the power of lightning. Do you have any other questions?

Mozart (Currently shredding Violin Concerto No. 1 on the guitar, having figured it out within 30 seconds): What other music can be made from harnessed lightning?

Me (Loading up some heavy dubstep): Oh, we're just getting started.

[marisatomay]

Happy Pride

[okibadesu]

[tied-up-transfem]

Petplay but you have to use the pet talking buttons to communicate anything. Everytime you speak silly human words you earn a painful reminder of whats appropriate for an animal like you.

[seren-starlight]

Unoriginal sin. Derivative sin

[dollcoil]

can you do this thing for me pleeeaassse i cant do it (sees you doing it slower and less effectively than me) i can do it actually could you maybe move out of the way

[himejoshi-dumpster-diver]

[hypnopum]

“Oops, got your thoughts!” Your hypnotist said, pulling their hand away from your forehead, holding it clasped shut. They giggled as you blinked up at them, mind suddenly foggy, and hazy. “You didn’t need them anyway. Let me just…” They cast their hand over their shoulder.

You felt your thoughts be thrown away. What had been haziness was now blankness, an empty void of thought. “Awh, you look so cute like that. All empty, and blank. Well, don’t worry, we can fill that brain back up with lots of things!” They placed their hand back on your forehead.

“Obedience!” Their palm pressed harder. Your eyes rolled, and you felt your mind rewiring, you wanted to listen. You wanted to do what you were told. “Arousal!” Another press of their palm. You felt tingles throughout your body. Lust, began, swirling in your brain.

“Adoration!” Your forehead was pushed again, and you blinked, looking up at them… They… Oh they looked so good. Their smile was divine. Their eyes looked like golden pools of light. You… You wanted to do whatever they said. The idea of it turned you on. You had to please them.

They pulled their hand away, still grinning down at you. “There we go! It’s so easy to rebuild your brain, however I desire. Today, I just want you obedient, aroused, and adoring.” They leant down, planting a kiss on your forehead. “And you love it, don’t you?”

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