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ppl are like "feedees dni" as if they dont want to see a princess get more princess per princess
It's kind of interesting the point at which you cross the gap between 'desiring to glow' and 'batting away moths'.
Or like, I think on some level the fantasy of the would-be-hypno-domme is to have the kind of influence that guides others to you. To be a someone that people talk about and fantasize about. To have your own little cult of personality and carve your name into the world.
Dominance is socially mediated, and hypnosis explores the degrees to which it is. You know that, at some point, in your subject, you cease to be operating in the image of an idealized domme, and the idealized domme begins to be operating in the image of you.
Within a social space this concept is magnified. You become the in-joke, the language of the space, the rite of passage. There's a gravity to you. Radiance reflected across myriad mirrors. Everyone wants this to happen. At what point are we all just playing with allusions towards you?
It's an alluring fantasy in part because of how automatic it is. To not need to express dominance but to simply define it. To not need to express submission but to simply have it be destined. Unfortunately, reality is not so kind as to permit apotheosis. As well, at this point I don't particularly find that kind of end-state hot.
It's a bad end, really, and not one I desire to experience. "You became a cult leader and burned up." I don't trust the ability of any group to maintain kayfabe about such a thing, either. But I think playing in the space around it is interesting. Symbolically it's powerful.
More precisely, I think the ways it's reductive is potent. Everyone likes to see the weird shit celebrities get up to. Everyone likes to see celebrities cancelled. Someone who can only see their own light is kind of pathetic. Weak and futile and impotent. Never truly fulfilled and always hungry but unable to identify what it desires. A corruption arc emerges.
This is, to me, the most appealing part of the fantasy. Taking your goddess and ruining it. Breaking it and making it mine. Possessor become possession. Disproving the myth. I think about it a normal amount.
It's kind of interesting the point at which you cross the gap between 'desiring to glow' and 'batting away moths'.
Or like, I think on some level the fantasy of the would-be-hypno-domme is to have the kind of influence that guides others to you. To be a someone that people talk about and fantasize about. To have your own little cult of personality and carve your name into the world.
Dominance is socially mediated, and hypnosis explores the degrees to which it is. You know that, at some point, in your subject, you cease to be operating in the image of an idealized domme, and the idealized domme begins to be operating in the image of you.
Within a social space this concept is magnified. You become the in-joke, the language of the space, the rite of passage. There's a gravity to you. Radiance reflected across myriad mirrors. Everyone wants this to happen. At what point are we all just playing with allusions towards you?
It's an alluring fantasy in part because of how automatic it is. To not need to express dominance but to simply define it. To not need to express submission but to simply have it be destined. Unfortunately, reality is not so kind as to permit apotheosis. As well, at this point I don't particularly find that kind of end-state hot.
It's a bad end, really, and not one I desire to experience. "You became a cult leader and burned up." I don't trust the ability of any group to maintain kayfabe about such a thing, either. But I think playing in the space around it is interesting. Symbolically it's powerful.
More precisely, I think the ways it's reductive is potent. Everyone likes to see the weird shit celebrities get up to. Everyone likes to see celebrities cancelled. Someone who can only see their own light is kind of pathetic. Weak and futile and impotent. Never truly fulfilled and always hungry but unable to identify what it desires. A corruption arc emerges.
This is, to me, the most appealing part of the fantasy. Taking your goddess and ruining it. Breaking it and making it mine. Possessor become possession. Disproving the myth. I think about it a normal amount.
i just got shot with a puppy rifle but it didnt hurt me because im not a puppy
me i just got shot by an elephant gun but im not even an elephant so im ok
i just got shot with a 9mm handgun but i'm ok because i am taller than 9mm
hi! I'm a 9mm tall puppyphant and i'm excited to be here!
They should make hrt that gives you digitigrade legs
erotic petplay roleplay but i just euthanize you
shout out to every undiagnosed emotionally stunted girl who feels like the world hates her. theres this wonder drug called testosterone and whilst it might not help you get social skills,
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*zaps you with the âget fatterâ ray*
there is nothing more freeing and fun than running a hornyblog, specifically as a fetishist. so many horny people are truly missing out on the experience of being delightfully weird in good company. slamming reblog on a sexy person in niche costume who wants you to add your two cents in the tags (even if, no, especially if itâs just you losing your mind making animal noises?) itâs such a beautiful thing to be collecting/posting stuff that is so extremely tailored to your own sexual interests that you forget anyone else in the world exists, but there will always be people who are actually here to see what you dig regardless. giving your hoard of freak-os daily updates in your own personal spank digest so that all your friends know what youâre jorking it to - like letterboxd for porn or goodreads for erotica. not even hesitating to drop your deepest, weirdest, inner fantasies like itâs just casual conversation. yeah, I wish I was tim curry - but Iâm tim curry as a mad scientist/confectioner who tests wonka-esque experimental hiccup-inducing candy on unwilling participants by way of bound forcefeeding. my buddy over here wants to get alien-impregnated with eggs that explode in patterns that are only predictable through rigorous mathematic equation. no joke, in the past year I have scored TWO separate ghostbusters kink commissions, both of which involve degradation being dished out by a sultry bill murray. we are creating erotica that is so silly, so absurd, that our friends are either laughing along with us, or shamelessly agreeing that it floats their fucked-up little boat. we are the monty pythons of the sexuality spectrum. nothing is off the table. tmi is out the window. actually, nothing and tmi are a yuri couple fucking each other crazy style on the table and through the window. for all I know, tmi stands for TELL ME, ICON! nobody gives a shit. everybody gives a shit. death to shame. death to secrecy. fetishposting is a wonderful, wonderful thing.
Blue eared pheasant (Crossoptilon auritum), China
free use is kind of a funny kink bc it relies on the idea that everybody wants to touch you and have sex with you but what if they don't. what if you tell everybody at the party you're free use but they all ignore you and mind their own business
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absolutely massive draft dragon who would really like to put her head in your lap and gently chew your arm while you pet her
Hi, its me. The warmest creature in the world. I love you. Im the warmest creature in the world and I love you so much and I need to be in your lap right now. Yes, I know about the heat wave. That's okay though because I was already the warmest creature in the world so I don't mind. I love you and you need to let me sleep in your lap right now. I'm soooo warm and I love you sooo much. If you say no you'll be saying no to a thing that love you. Let me sleep in your lap. When I fall asleep I get warmer. I love you
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do i really have to do this every time. you are a mindless ghoul. i own you. you dig my endless pit. BACK TO WORK
can we PLEASE make wanting to gain weight and get fat as normalized as wanting to get skinny. i want to be BIG i want to be STRONG i can't GET THAT at 5'6 130 LBS!!!!!!