Meganekun_E

Same name on AO3, 20+, MDI, 中文/Eng INFJ 4w3, I’m into manipulative bastards😔

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Blog Intro

Hihi! I am Julien/Liz, 20+, and I mainly draw/write questionable stuff, Mirror Sharing Ray yume ⭐️

PLS CREDIT ME IF YOU REPOST MY WORK, Thank you ❤️❤️

DM me if you are interested in art commissions! I might post gore/dark/18+ content so pls beware of warnings! Minors pls don’t interact. My tags are #lizdrawss and #lizask

Main Fandoms: Binary Star Hero, Our Life (Baxter), Loving Decays, ASATT(Martyr), Dol(Gwylan)

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”共生”

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Head angle practice with Ray :)

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Witch & Coffee 🧙☕️

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I wish Ray would sing me to sleep

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“You feel curious eyes on you”

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“Summertime🪽🩵”

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🥂💫To Our New Beginnings 💫🥂

- Happy birthday Baxter Ward💜💜

The Film Noir project I was part of is finally out! 🎬 Everyone put so much heart and soul into their artwork/writings so pls check it out on twt!🩷

For my 1st piece I drew the final party from the Baxter DLC. I decided to include his sister and cousin as well bc I really wanted most of the cast together🥺 BaxMC reunited at last after five years apart. From now on, every single one of their summers will belong to each other❤️

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More Baxsnow sketch! 💜🩷 I love drawing them dancing & in diff outfits

Reference: N4G1H4

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Angel 🌟

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My Harper design 😋😋

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“Happy birthday Ray. May love and happiness always find their way to you.” 💫✨

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THANK YOU SO MUCH @trivialllll for this cute birthday gift ahhhhhhh🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️ pls check out their amazing art!!🥰🥰🥰

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“Confidant”

Overcame my art block(temporarily)❤️😭 He look so good with spider lilies!!

inspired by one of @quieteeks’s ask!

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TW:🔞, abuse of power, unethical therapy practice, dub/non-con, gaslighting, corruption, minors/if don’t enjoy this type of content pls don’t interact!!!

I feel extremely normal about hypnomartyr and can’t stop thinking about this scenario: Martyr deliberately edging you during sessions without ever letting you finish, and planting unsafe triggers so you can’t even cum without thinking about him… Then after every session he just erases your memory of the whole thing and gaslights you into thinking this unexplainable obsession towards your therapist is all your fault 😉

If you prefer ao3 format, use this link!

Our beloved hypnotherapist belongs to @quieteeks ❤️

The sessions always begin the same way: the soft tick of a metronome, the faint smell of incense, and the low, honey-thick voice of your therapist—the man you’ve unhealthily come to know as your savior.

"Let your body relax," he murmurs, "Just follow my voice…and drop deeper for me.”

And you do. You always do. But when the trance snaps, you’re never truly rested. You wake up on his leather chair, disoriented and gasping for air, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. Your skin feels electric, abnormally sensitive to the brush of your own clothes, and unfortunately — a heavy, aching heat pools in your lap. You feel slick, desperate, and inexplicably used.

"You drifted off again," He explains, sitting across from you, his expression a mask of professional concern. "A deep, restorative sleep. It’s a sign of progress." He smiles.

You want to believe him, but as you stumble out of his office, the "progress" feels like the worst kind of fever. By the time you reach your apartment, you are frantic, clumsily peeling off the heavy fabric clinging uncomfortably to your heated skin, sinking into your bed, touching yourself, spiraling into a desperate, frantic release. Your mind is flooded with him and the rhythmic vibration of his voice. You want to stop, but a part of you knows that only the thought of him can bring the delirium you crave.

The shame is a cold aftertaste that lingers punishingly. He is your therapist, you keep telling yourself, scrubbing at your flushed face in the dark. He is trying to fix you, and here you are—obsessed, depraved, and ungrateful. Yet, the addiction is stronger than the guilt. Each session leaves you more pent up than the last, more desperate for the feverish tension only he seems to trigger, even if you can’t remember how he does it.

The routine broke during the eleventh session.

Perhaps the dosage of his suggestion was off, or perhaps your subconscious was finally screaming loud enough to be heard. Mid-trance, the darkness cracked. You felt the heavy weight of your limbs, but when you tried to lift a hand to wipe the sweat from your brow—nothing moved.

Panic flared like a white-hot spike in your chest. You tried to thrash, your body felt like a stone statue, pinned down by an invisible force to the leather chair that no longer felt safe. A muffled scream tore from your throat.

"Shhhhh…," There stands your therapist in front of you, perhaps a bit too close. His voice sliced through your panic, still soft and calm, but there was something dark in his tone that you couldn’t quite place — you’re too clueless, too helpless in trance to do anything but cling to him as your only anchor.

"Don't fight the tide. Follow my lead. I will help you." He leaned in, lips inches from your ear. He whispered a single, nonsense word,a jagged syllable that felt like a key turning in a lock you didn't know existed.

The moment the sound hit your ears, the panic vanished, replaced by a violent, overwhelming heat. He began to chant it, louder and more rhythmic, a pulse of sound that vibrated through your paralyzed spine. You realized, with a sickening jolt of clarity, that this wasn't new. Your body recognized this word. It had been carved into your mind during those hours you couldn't remember, sessions intentionally programmed to be forgotten. You came undone right there on the chair, helpless and weeping, the intense embarrassment made you want to cover up your face, yet any struggle was futile, your body reacting to his voice like a puppet on a string. This time, he didn't whisper the command to forget.

When the fog finally cleared and the paralysis was gone, you sat up, shaking, your clothes damp and your face flushed with undeniable evidence of what had happened.

He was back at his desk, ever so professional and composed, scribbling down notes on your file. He looked up, his face a picture of mild surprise. "Are you alright? You seem… agitated today. Did you have another one of your 'fantasies' while under?"

"You... you said a word," you stammered, your voice trembling. "I saw... I felt..."

He sighed, a sound of gentle disappointment. "I said nothing but 'relax,' my dear. It seems your fixation is becoming a barrier to your recovery. Your mind is projecting these desires to fill the blanks of your memory. It's a common, if unfortunate, side effect of your particular... sensitivities."

He let you remember this time. He let you remember the sensation, but denied the cause. You tucked your head in shame, believing that your own disgusting mind had invented the trigger, the word, and the release. You felt pathetic, yet he remained so patient—just as he was when you first started seeing him, when you confessed your trauma, your numbness, all the things you hated about yourself. He was always there, listening, the only safe constant in your miserable life.

Now, you sit at home, staring at the phone. Your skin is crawling, and that single, jagged word echoes in the back of your skull like a heartbeat. You are terrified of that twisted part of yourself, the part that leers at a man who is only trying to heal you. You know he isn't good for you, you should switch doctors, or perhaps admit that therapy isn't working at all.

Yet as you reach for your keys to head to your next appointment, the shame is drowned out by a desperate, starving need — You don't want to be fixed. You just want to crawl back onto that chair, close your eyes, and pray that your "fantasies" take over you. Does he know how much you want to be broken?

You just want to hear him say it again.

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Art block so random ketch - Rockstar and their underground bf (ex very parasocial fan who high key stalked them) AU 😋

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“The Marytr”

I been wanting to draw him for a long long time now and i finally pick up the courage to do it ❤️ He is just too beautiful 😭😭 thank you for creating this amazing character!! @quieteeks