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@lofililac
Roses are red & violets are blue,
I just wanna be entranced by you.
Violets are violet & roses are pink,
I just wanna drop deep & sink.
Roses & violets are both pretty flowers,
All I wanna do is give in to your powers.
Violets are soft & a rose has a thorn,
I give my softness to you each & every 'morn.
Imagining a wax play scene with hypnotic suggestions that wherever the wax drips, as it cools and hardens, the hardening property seeps into your skin rendering you immobile.
Knowing what’s going to happen and being completely immobile and powerless to stop it (not that you’d want to stop it) as a blindfold is lovingly placed over your eyes to protect them. Knowing what’s coming and no longer being able to predict when. To predict whether it will be the searing heat of freshly melted wax poured from close to your body or the gentle comforting warmth of wax poured from higher up.
It doesn’t matter though, because when it finally comes, you don’t even feel the heat or the drip of the wax on your forehead; no, you are far too overwhelmed by the sensation of the wax seeping into your mind, clogging up and stopping the gears that can no longer turn as the wax hardens, your mind as immobile as the rest of you.
It only took one drop of wax on your forehead.
As the next drop starts to solidify on your forehead, you’re completely unable to think even of how far from finished you are.
You don’t know how you ended up in this position. You’re tightly restrained against a strange chair. Above your head is a brainwashing helmet. You know that it will soon be lowered down onto your head.
Was there something you did that caused you to end up here? Maybe you should have been more careful on your way back from work. Maybe you shouldn’t have taken that shortcut through the dark alley. Maybe you should have turned around when that van suddenly blocked your path. Not that it really mattered anymore. What was done can’t be changed.
You consider begging your captor to reconsider. However, you don’t have anything you can use to beg with. Anything they’d want from you, they can just take by force. Appealing to a sense of sympathy didn’t seem very likely to work either, because no sympathetic person would have put you in this situation to begin with. Screaming for help wouldn’t work either. The room you are in is most definitely soundproofed.
The helmet itself is lowered onto your head, covering your eyes with black screens. It’s clear that it will be turned on very soon. You know what it will do to you. It will erase everything you are. Your memories, your values, your morals, your name, your identity, everything. It will replace it all with something new. The process will be far from painless. It will likely take multiple hours. Not that you’ll be able to keep track of how long it takes.
A faint buzz is heard, and you feel like something unfamiliar is being pushed into your mind. Thoughts that you have never thought before are forcing you to think them. You can try to resist. You can try hold onto your name and sense of self. But you know that this is just a warm up. The screens flash to life, and you feel your mind quickly lose focus as new thoughts drown whatever you were holding on to. You think the last thoughts that are truly your own as you are forced into an inescapable sleep.
The brainwashing helmet is slowly lifted from your head as you wake up. The restraints snap open. As soon as you realize what is going on, you stand up, strip naked, and put your hands behind your head and spread your legs. You are presenting yourself for your owner. They places a collar around your neck and lock it in place. They runs their hands over your body. This is your purpose. You are their doll. You don’t think, you just please them. You don’t care how you ended up in this position.
don’t let anyone convince you that caring about the earth, the environment, and wildlife isn’t cool. it is so cool to care. it is so important to care.
The best part about being corrupted without even realizing it’s happening would be how helpless you are, even when you think you’re not.
You thought you were above being manipulated. You thought you’d be able to resist, that you’d be able to tell it was happening and fight it. But it’s already happening and you didn’t even know it. Now you keep getting worse and there’s no stopping it.
Now you get wet from the most deranged things. You’re having ideas you never thought you’d have.
And you’re all the better for it.
Embrace being helpless.
I did a long time ago.
We Amour Luka
some girls are more plushie than human... you can test it by cuddling them and those who melt into your arms immediately are just toys pretending to be humans. you can take them home with you and they'll thank you for it.
The only corruption you'll find in this kingdom is the princess realising that being turned into a fairy is hot despite initially protesting it
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this is doing numbers on bsky you people are dogs
(suspicious glittering pink mist coming out of its joints) "hug the doll? hug the doll? hug the doll?"
*latches on to you* "doll? doll?"
before you can react to it you feel yourself being hollowed out, skin getting replaced with porcelain as it becomes impossible to move, your body becoming completely inanimate. your heartbeat is slowly replaced by the hypnotic ticks of clockwork, your mind is disoriented yet calmed as your brain is kneaded, compressed and shaped into a new crystalline core. what started as panic recedes into comfort. everything feels softer. peaceful. slowly you can move once more. ball joints have formed, the new articulation is strange yet natural. you, or rather that one, have become a doll.
"doll :)"
Normalize every so often writing all the mantras and things people put in your brain that you can remember on your body to remind yourself what you are becoming through your training.
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