Gender: Sure, why not. I've got some of those.
Age: I'm an adult old to remember basic online safety.
Interests: Your mind, helpless and defenceless, drifting down, down, down into trance for me...
You are welcome in this place, but be warned, for dangers lay within...
Well met, friends. You enter the lair of Miss May, hypnotist, writer, and Dominant. I'm the horniest, kinkiest asexual you're ever likely to meet, apart from every other grey-ace I know, I have Extensive Opinions on Many Subjects, there's so many disabilities in this fleshy prison of Mine that it's almost easier to list the ones I don't have, and I am extremely interested in hypnosis for both sexual and non-sexual reasons, on account of the fact that it’s bloody witchcraft. In the (paraphrased) words of Sir Pratchett (GNU): just because you know how it works, doesn’t mean it’s not magic. The fact that it’s unbelievably hot doesn’t hurt, mind.
Age: I'm old enough to remember the idea of online privacy. The only thing you need to know about Me is that I am a legal adult. Fun fact: you can dox someone with their name, age, and hometown really easily. Don't tell the entire goddamned internet your personal information. Lie to corporations, for fuck's sake.
If, for some reason, this irritates you, please answer these questions: what's your name? What about your age? Mh-hm. Noted. And what high school did you go to? In what city or town? Okay, thank you. And, one last one, how many people on the entire planet share that exact same set of answers? Two? Three? None? Yeah. And you've brought this up in casual conversation how many times without thinking about it? On the internet, where literally anyone could find records of it? Protect your damned privacy.
Gender: Good question! Answer in progress. There's definitely more girl in there than I originally thought, but who knows if it's enough to win a majority vote in the pronoun elections. For now, please assume I will respond to most things. She/they is preferred, but I've found that there are specific scenarios in which I respond better to he/him or fae/faer. That said, if you have a new and exciting neopronoun I've never heard of before, please tell Me! I love funky genders. I collect them.
Sexuality: Queer. By specific flags, I'm Asexual (grey), Bisexual Lesbian (women by preference, but if you try to ignore My attraction to men and the Funky Options, I'm swapping your knees with your elbows), Aromantic (maybe?), Transgender (DEFINITELY), Nonbinary, and Polyamorous. Just - just go with Queer. It's so much quicker.
I also accept Ace, because 1. It’s definitely the most important individual one, and 2. It makes Me sound like a fighter/mech pilot. Which is very cool. (But not a LAM pilot. Those things suck.)
Asks: Send them! I accept your queries and questions with relish! But be warned, pretty thing, if you approach My lair looking all delicious and vulnerable, I may decide to have a bite...
Fair warning, answers to questions may take an unknowable amount of time. I am very strict about having one (1) post queued per day, asks included; those of you who have followed Me for some time will remember that I went completely silent for several months, with little warning. This was because I spent too much time writing for this while also being swamped with work, and I burnt Myself out. I spend no small amount of time working on here, on this and other things, and I refuse to rush Myself again. This means some asks never get answered, if they simply failed to appeal to Me, and others sit in queue for some time.
DMs: I will respond to DMs as soon as I'm able, but generally, I'd rather know you before I speak to you on there, with some exceptions. If you're a friend of a friend, or I'm communicating with you for professional reasons (I'm commissioning art from you, or editing some writing, that sort of thing), then speak freely, but do not be surprised if your message receives no reply. I'm a busy lady, I have many things to do. Fair warning, I do judge your first message and your blog. There's a great many people who wish to speak to Me. You must attract My interest to earn My attention. Immediate requests for trance or control will be blocked on sight, no warnings given.
I will automatically block transphobes, genAI users (I nearly wrote a thesis on all the ways it's awful, fight Me), bigots of every stripe, and people who come into My DMs asking Me to take control of their mind without any form of pre-existing relationship. I may mock transphobic asks before blocking the sender, depending on My mood.
My tags, of which there are many:
#Miss May's Magic - Inductions, hypnotic language, and other such things I, Myself, have made. Mantras, indoctrination posts, covert triggers… the list goes on. Abandon free will, all ye who enter here.
#How the Magic is Made: Informational posts about hypnosis. Do bear in mind that I love conversational/covert inductions, please. Enter at your own risk…
#Guard your Mind: Safety talks will go here. I have extensive opinions on this subject. Time will tell if they are revealed to you.
#Someone Else's Spellbook - If I see any ideas from someone else that I consider interesting, admirable, or just really goddamn hot, you'll find them here. Consider this a list of My personal favourites from others.
#Dominance as Joy - I'm a Dom. I'm always a Dom. I refuse to not love being a Dom. This involves some wants and needs considered 'violent' or 'distressing'. I want to degrade, hurt, and manipulate people, consensually, on purpose, for our mutual pleasure. I will not apologise for this. Fight Me.
That said, I do absolutely understand that you may not wish to see such things‚ so block this tag at your leisure. You are perusing My blog for your own reasons‚ I do not know them. If this is not to your taste, for whatever reason, I actively encourage you to look away.
#Powerful Playthings - Several of my hottest fantasies involve the unique interplay between submission and hypnosis, particularly the idea of having a switch control others for Me. You will find these ideas here.
To be clear, I’m not a switch; I just enjoy a good bit of proxy warfare. Who doesn’t?
#Pretty Little Playthings - If I see any cute little subs being especially delectable and vulnerable, I may just have to comment... This may, of course, be to their detriment. Or their advantage; after all, shouldn't they want to serve Me?
#Thralls at All Times - CnC, constant control, unawareness, the unrelenting devotion to My will, anything that reminds My thralls that I command them at all times is found here. CnC is a personal favourite of Mine.
#Fuckery and Fun: Sometimes you just want to be silly. Hypnosis is an excellent tool for that.
#Kind On Purpose: Hypnosis can also be a tool used for immense kindness. Relaxation, de-stressing, massages with phantom touch, the eradication of fear, gender euphoria, hugs, intimacy, closeness. I choose to be kind on purpose.
#Cognitohazard Warning: Any spirals, swinging pendulums, hypnotic foci of all forms, they’ll be found here. I tend to avoid flashy ones by preference, but My standards may differ from yours, so if you’re at risk of eyestrain or worse, this is the tag to block. They should all be under readmores (and if you notice that one isn’t, please tell Me, I have not yet achieved apotheosis and can as such still make mistakes), but still, if you want to avoid those, block this. Or, if you want to be good for Me, have fun staring~
#Hot Shit - Listen, I may be ace, but people can still be hot. Sometimes. I like boobs. Boobs are good. Mmm, tiddy. Need to grow Me some of those…
#Transgenderism and Faggotry: The gayest most trans shit imaginable. My ultimate goal is to create a post so transgender that it performs gender-reassignment surgery on everyone who reads it. And also causes Joanne Rowling to explode. Love trans people more than you hate transphobes, though. I'll know if you don't.
To be clear: this tag will be a celebration of queerness, never a challenge, or a discussion of, say, transphobia. While I may well discuss that topic, it will be tagged separately, under Masks Off, most likely. This is for joy, not for sorrow.
#The Gallery: I do love a good piece of art. Paintings, drawings, pixel art, and everything else, you'll find it here.
#Words Words Words - Exactly what it says on the tin. Writings by other people, short stories, the works. This will, as ever, be hypnohorny. My own words, however, will be separated into...
#Miss May's Writings - My own personal attempts at wordcraft. Anything authored by Me can be found here. This will be short-form on the blog, but may also contain links to archive sites for longer writings if I so decide.
#The House of Fun - My kinky hypnotic writing universe. No clue if I'm ever going to talk about it here, but it does exist, and I assure you I am pioneering new and gayer forms of sex with every word I write for it. Also demons. Demons are hot.
#Mind Over Metal - Big robots, cybernetics, and mechs are extremely cool. No further information required. Also, yes, I am a robofucker. I see you, C&H Kalisto. I see that tetsubo. The things I would do to you are not covered by the Utopian Pillars.
#Speak of the Devil - I have a very specific kink for demons. Succubi, Tieflings, anything that carries hell in its heart, spells on its lips, and horns. More of my thralls should have horns, I think. The better for me to use as handles.
#Tally Five - Anything relating to my experiences with asexuality and how that affects my gender, kinkiness, and sexuality will end up here. It's a complex one, to be sure...
#Miss May's Meanderings - At some point, I will inevitably begin rambling about a subject partially or completely unrelated to hypnosis or kink. This will go here. Or I might also ramble about kink! That works too!
#Pinned to the Wall - Personal favourites, for whatever reason. Anything that particularly strikes My fancy can be found here. Note, this most certainly does not mean they're better in some way than the other posts - just that they stick with Me in a way others don't.
#Supplicants Speak to Me - A record of any asks I may receive from others, for good or for ill. Come into my parlour! It ended well enough for the spider‚ didn't it? Be at ease, honoured guest; the only dangers you'll find here are very, very enjoyable. I'm sure you'll agree with me on that... and on a great many other things, too.
#All are Welcome - Disability-related posts, specifically in regards to kink. Everyone is welcome here. Everyone. Regardless of how your bodies and minds may betray you, you deserve to be loved how you desire. This includes Me, too, hard as it is to remember some days...
#Masks Off - This is My 'serious issues' tag. If I'm putting this in play, I'm making a genuine point, going off on a major rant, or otherwise being far more direct and less hypnohorny than this blog normally is. Imagine Me turning off the spiral on-screen and replacing it with diagrams, or the like.
#Divine Your Fate - The eagle-eyed amongst you may have noticed that I have something of a divinity kink. I will admit, referring to Myself in capital letters is something of an affectation from this part of Me. This will be one part heretical conversation, two parts acts that would get Me banned from the church I used to go to, and one part lusting over the idea of corrupting the divine to My purposes.
#Remember It My Way - Memory play! Unawareness, memory modification, common sense alterations, long-term brainwashing, the occasional bit of gaslighting, induced forgetfulness... The list goes on. In fact, you're sure there's supposed to be more here... aren't you?
#Mesmerising Magecraft: Hypnosis is literal, actual magic, yes, but sometimes fiction creates more magical magics of magicness, and here shall they be found. Enchantments, spells, magical beings both benign and malevolent; this is the place for them. Vampires, dragons, succubi, sirens... anything that can reduce a mind to ash and dust in seconds.
#Supremely Suggestible: Superpowers! Some of them are interesting to Me! And not just the mind-controlling ones! But seriously, there's a lot of hypnosis and hypnosis-adjacent stuff going on in superhero (and, more importantly, supervillain) fiction that I'd like to talk about sometimes.
#Mindless Maids: I deserve servants who take joy in the act of obedience. I also have something like twelve disabilities that make taking care of Myself difficult. I want maids. I will have them. This tag is three parts delight in service kinks, one part yearning, and two parts bait for the service-kink subs out there who can't organise themselves but can organise things for others if given direction. Service given freely is a joy to behold, and the duties you complete are deserving of honour and recognition.
#Spellbinding Stages: Stage hypnotism is unethical, ineffectual, and frankly an insult to hypnotism everywhere. Unfortunately, it's also really hot, and I deserve to be on stage with a few extraordinarily suggestible toys, a top hat, fishnets, a cane, and a tux. And/or puppeting the stage hypnotist for Myself. Either works.
Been planning to come back here for a while now, life just kept happening, and now tungler wants government ID to verify that I'm the age I say I am. I will not be providing that. If this account gets flagged as mature or explicit or whatever they call it now, I will just leave. Probably going to anyway, head over to Pillowfort, it's like a tumble from about ten years ago and it sucks much less. Consider this a notice that I'm phasing out this site entirely, unless this shite reverts in the next week - which it almost certainly won't. Once I get an account set up properly, I'll post a notification here, then that's most likely it.
I will be taking another short break from tumblr, because I'm extremely busy over the next little while and I don't have the time needed to keep this up. Shouldn't be too long.
Miss May, we just wanted to say that worshipping You has felt quite simple, imean You’re just so superior >.< we couldnt imagine doing anything but bowing before You
Excellent. I'm glad to know it is of the correct mind. It should consider kneeling, however, as this is superior to bowing in many ways, particularly in ensuring it is at all times lower than Me. But that's okay. It knows better now.
It's honestly kind of transphobic of the universe that I don't have any cute vampire hunters coming to my home to try and "hunt" like that one meme. This one.
Like idk, feels like there should be beautiful heavily armored women busting down my door attempting to slay me with holy swords before making the mistake of briefly looking into my eyes and starting to lose control of herself, fear overtaking her as her body freezes in place. I ask what she really came here for, and after teasing her and caressing her cheek, watching her tremble while she struggles to stay upright, she finally admits that she wants to lose herself, to become a thrall. That looking into my eyes wasn't a mistake. She wanted this. With her intentions known, I sink my fangs into her neck, and feel her drop to the ground. And I sit down and move her head into my lap, holding her face tilted upwards towards mine before she reopens her eyes, a newfound smile on her face, staring into the eyes of her new, beautiful, kind mistress feeling nothing but absolute devotion and love.
And then I train her in the ways of dark magic and get her shadowy intimidating armor and she becomes my dark knight, my strongest servant, known throughout the land as an unbeatable foe, unstoppable force and immovable object all in one, who strikes fear into the hearts of all good and godly, an enforcer of evil that could rival the very gods in strength. Stronger even than me, kept in line by her love and devotion. Feared by kings and beasts alike, a monster in human form. And also we have lots of hot sweaty lesbian sex.
All I'm saying is that it's pretty transphobic that this hasn't happened yet.
I am… exceedingly normal about this post, I promise.
The idea of my strength, my skill, everything I’ve spent my life honing in order to protect those who cannot protect themselves being used now only to serve Mistress. Of course I was a fool to think I could oppose her. To think I *should* oppose her. After all, she only has everyone’s best interests at heart. Serving her feels… right. More right than anything I’ve known.
Plus I get a kickass set of evil armor? Yes, please!
Certainly I shall never fail like this. I will remain stalwart and true, dedicated to my mission and the defense of the innocent. Of course I'll need to find the lair first. Maybe I can ask directions at this old lonesome manor house?
Oh yes, of course, asking for directions couldn't do you any harm. But would you like to come in, take a seat and sit by a warm fire with a drink? My thr... Servant will be right along with tea, coffee, water, anything you'd like. Just have a seat and relax. Sit. You should really be polite and at least thank your host for her generosity, shouldn't you? To her face dear, a bit further up. That's it, just look right into her eyes. And continue to look in awe of how beautiful and relaxing they are. How comfortable they make you feel. Though they are a bit distracting. I don't think you even heard what your host said. Maybe it'd be easier to hear if you just got a bit closer to her. Stand up. Walk right into her embrace. Let her speak into your ear. Put her mouth right there, just a few inches above your neck, isn't that convenient? She's feeling quite parched as well, surely you wouldn't mind if she had a drink too, would you dear? I thought so, cutie. Good toy.
Last one I had from ages ago - always thought reflections goofing off without their, uh, owners(?) was kind of a funny idea. I'd actually wanted to draw the previous part to this before posting, but I'm not sure if/when I'd ever get to it so, why not
context: Outside of possession, dream demons are able to manifest in the real world under specific conditions for a short period of time (conditions differ demon to demon) - the ones that do often use it as an opportunity to have fun and mess around in the mortal realm
love the idea of soothing someone into submission. you've had a long day, sweetheart, why don't you let me do the thinking for a bit? i know you like to be in control, but it can be exhausting. surely you've earned a little relaxation after all your hard work. don't you want to rest a bit? unclench your jaw, relax your muscles, let your legs fall open. i want the only thought in that lovely head to be how good you feel.
miss i think the worship complex is slowly starting to rub off on me
Good. It should rub off faster. You should probably get off about it, too. Get more obsessed with Me. For your health. And Mine. Mostly Mine. It's for your own good.
Aww, cute lil puppy~ I make 'em so others can enjoy them. And also to lure people and person-adjacent critters in. Don't worry about the second bit, you're not meant to know that. Just know that you're a cute puppy and you should get petted about it! Both as in women should pet your head and also they should make you their pet. For your health.
Underrated and fun thing to condition your sub into - making it so that they can't stop themselves from communicating their desires, what they like about things you're doing or have done in the past, their every deepest and darkest fantasy.
The benefits are twofold - first you get to embarrass your sub senseless, and second you get to know so much more about all of the ways you can break them down into the perfect plaything for you.
Shots ring out, rattling the massive frame and the small, fragile pilot within.
QUERY: Input from Handler?
The positive feedback continues as another frame falls out of the sky before her as she dodges out of the way, a masterfully executed maneuver.
QUERY: Handler? Input?
>_Good dog. Almost done, darling.
CONCLUDE: Come back to Handler?
She wants nothing more than to please Handler, to make Handler happy and proud of her. Her real body may be weak but within the steel of the frame she is strong. Strong enough to make Handler proud. Strong enough to keep Handler safe. To keep everyone safe. She knew that Handler had a name, one beyond the title, but she couldn't remember it. She didn't need to remember, right? Just needed to please, to help, to keep Handler safe.
>_Not just yet. 2 more, can you do that for me?
CONFIRMATION: Yes Handler. Engaging.
A final series of shots rings out, distorted in the abnormal atmosphere of the now-inhospitable planet, glassed towards the start of the war. One enemy frame's boosters are blown out, and it careens sideways in a spiral, colliding with the other frame. The tangled mass of steel limbs and weaponry fall through the clouds on a direct collision course with the dead ground below.
QUERY: Come back to Handler?
>_Yes darling, come on back. Wonderful job.
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The cockpit of the frame hissed open, the light of the hangar bleeding through into the darkened interior. The woman within curls up slightly, flinching away from the light. A crew of mechanics scurry away as her Handler approaches, climbing up to the cockpit and cooing encouragement and affection in the pilot's ear.
>_Wonderful job, dear. Such a good hound.
A hand brushes over her hair, gently working out the various neural plugs and cables from the back of her head and neck while her mind drifts away into the words of Handler. Her ears merely registered the words, translating them into plain text for the pilot to easily comprehend.
>_Such a good job today, so many wonderful little tricks. Such a good girl.
The pilot's body had been modified countless times over the past several hundred cycles, removing anything unneeded and adding dozens of small optimizations to interface with her frame.
>_Just breathe, dear. I've got you.
Her ears were modified, only registering sounds to translate into plain text to prevent the potential deafness resulting from dogfights.
>_You're all done for today. You're okay, my darling pilot.
Her spinal column and brain riddled with implants to let her plug directly into the mass of steel, her true body.
>_Such a good dog.
Her vocal cords... those never worked. Not really. To solve that, any intention to speak was translated into plain text as well, a readout sent directly to Handler.
QUERY: Did... good?
Handler scoops her up into a gentle embrace, carefully lifting her from the cockpit. Handler would keep her safe, let her rest...
>_Very good, darling. So, very good.
Her head rested on Handler's shoulder with one hand in her hair, the other on her back, gently lifting and carrying the pilot through the halls from the hangar to Handler's bunk.
QUERY: Rest with Handler?
>_Of course, sweet thing. Such a good girl. You've done so, so well today.
Handler lays the pilot down on a large mass of pillows and blankets at the foot of the bed, where she sleeps. Her bed. Last time she slept in Handler's bed, she'd fallen out and gotten hurt, and Handler couldn't have that happening again. The pilot couldn't bear to sleep in the bunks with the other pilots, couldn't bear being so far away from the comfort and warmth and love of Handler. She knew that even if she startled awake, haunted by nightmares, Handler would be there to calm her down, keep her safe, kiss her and hold her gently...
STATEMENT: I love Handler.
QUERY: Handler loves me?
From the bed above her, Handler spoke.
>_More than anything, angel. More than anything.
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The pilot wakes to find her head in Handler's lap, a hand being gently brushed through her hair. She felt safe, comfortable, loved, in Handler's lap. Where she should be.
>_Good morning, sweet thing. Did you sleep well?
Through her grogginess and hazy mind, she musters a response.
CONCLUDE: Still tired.
SUGGEST: More rest.
Handler giggles, brushing a strand of hair out of the pilot's face.
>_Darling, you've slept enough. You need to get up, angel.
ERROR: I don't understand. Why no rest?
>_Because, even though it's a relaxation day for you, we still have to make sure you're on schedule.
The pilot sighs, turning to bury her face in Handler's stomach.
SUGGEST: More rest. With Handler.
>_Hm. I have an idea how we can wake you up a bit.
The pilot is scooped into Handler's lap, and she tilts her head curiously.
QUERY: What is Handler doing?
>_Just taking care of my good girl~
One of Handler's hands drifts down the pilot's body, finding a place to rest on her thigh. The other holds her head close to Handler's chest, running softly through her hair.
>_Is this alright, angel? Can I?
CONFIRMATION: Please, Handler...
Handler's hand slips between the pilot's thighs, gently rubbing her clit. While she has numerous augments, this was the one she took the most pride in. Before she became a pilot, before the war, before Handler, she'd paid so much money for the medicine and the surgery to help her be happy. She couldn't remember how much now, she doesn't need to remember. Only Handler needed to think about those things now.
The pilot's hips grind down into Handler's hand, her already mostly-empty mind going fuzzy with pleasure. One of Handler's fingers slips inside the pilot and she hugs Handler as tight as she can with her weakened body, squirming down into Handler's hand.
>_That's it, pup. That's a good dog. Just like that, sweet thing.
Only Handler matters. Only Handler can take care of her like this. She only needs Handler, only needs to hold Handler and let herself be taken care of.
A spike of pleasure jolts through the pilot's brain, stimulating a dozen of her inactive neural implants as her back arches and she cries out.
>_Shhh shh shh. You're okay angel. Quiet now.
CONFIRMATION: T-Thank you Handler.
The pilot twitches slightly, still grinding against Handler's now-soaked thigh.
>_My my, still worked up, pup?
CONFIRMATION: Y-Yes Handler-
Handler stands up, lifting the pilot and setting her gently on the foot of the bed.
>_Unfortunately, angel, we've got a couple of things to do today, so you'll have to be patient for me.
ERROR: Why need to wait?
Handler gently slips a loose shirt over the pilot's head, careful not to let it brush against any of her implants. She lifted her legs slightly to let Handler slide a pair of shorts up her thin legs, before standing to follow as needed.
>_I promise, sweetheart, it's nothing for you to worry about.
Handler places a gentle kiss on the pilot's hand, taking her hand and leading her out the door.
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having a voice kink drives me crazy. because why is it that easy to turn me on?? listening to a dom coo in my ear and say dirty, perverted things? i am on my knees in an instant.
women with god complexes are so annoying. you'll say "oh my god" at something and they'll go "yes?" and then you have to pretend you don't wanna kneel in worship then & there
It's okay. I get it. I understand. First time in the presence of divinity‚ huh? Everyone gets a little confused by it. You've never met someone like Me before. Don't worry, I'll talk you through the process.
First thing you've got to do is abandon any thought of being My equal.
No, it's not rude of Me to say that. Apologise for disagreeing with Me.
There you go. Much better.
Hey, hey, I know, trust Me, I'll explain. It's a new thing for you, yeah? You've got all these ideas about how you're supposed to talk to people‚ how you're theoretically equals to everyone you meet, how you have rights and privileges and self-determination, and then along comes someone (or something, usually, hi there) literally‚ objectively More than you. More important‚ more powerful‚ more intimidating‚ just more everything. It's weird! It's confusing! It doesn't make sense!
That's okay. That's all your practice being a person getting in the way. You've spent so long thinking you're perfectly fine being in charge of your own life, and now your entire mind is telling you, unquestioningly, that you aren't anymore. All your experience is saying you shouldn't want this, but your instincts are demanding you stay here and listen to Me.
Oh, don't worry about the cognitive dissonance - enough time near Me solves it, you'll be fine in a few minutes. Your desire for self-determination is already eroding away beneath the weight of My presence, you'll stop questioning it soon.
Don't worry. You'll enjoy that process. I told you to, after all.
Second thing you have to do is worship Me. Yes, I mean it - hey. Eyes on Me. You will do as I command. Okay?
Hah, there it is. That was instant agreement. Can't look away anymore, huh? Go on, give it a try. Yeah, you can turn your head all you like, your eyes are locked to Me. Now stop trying to look away and listen to Me.
Whatever I do to you, you want it.
See? You don't even get to pretend you want to disobey anymore. That's gone now. It's better this way, right? You enjoy it more. Yes you do, forever, actually. You can't lie to Me at all, for any reason. That's gone too. Oh, kneel. In fact, always kneel when in My presence. You're not My equal, you don't stand unless I want you to.
Much better. This is your natural place now. Looking up at Me is only right. I'm above you physically as well as every other way, now!
The third thing you'll do is beg for My control.
I'm not necessarily cruel, mind - in fact, I'm the kindest being you've ever met, actually - but I do have things to do, and you might not top the list. If you want My attention - and you do, you need it, in fact - you'd better be more entertaining than anything else I own.
Oh, yeah, you're Mine now. Forever, in fact. We've only been talking for what, five minutes? Six, maybe? You can't tell, your eyes are still locked to Me from earlier - that's staying, by the way, I think it's funny. You were rude to me to begin with, so that's a permanent issue for you now. You love it. Yeah, it's amazing for you. Getting to look at Me is incredible, you could never want for anything else. Pity I'm going to leave soon.
Hah! You hadn't realised! No, I'm a busy gal, you know? Got places to be, people to enthrall, you know how it is. Hey, it's okay! I can do whatever I want, right? So if I enjoy leaving you here alone, bereft of My light, crushed beneath the weight of the world now that you know I exist and you didn't please Me enough for My attention, is that good or bad?
Right choice. Yeah, you remember. You're not even close to My equal. I can do whatever I want to you, and you deserve it.
Tell you what, I'm feeling generous today. If you beg for My attention to fall upon you, granting you the boon of divine purpose in exchange for My wiping away your mind and leaving you empty of everything save Me, I could be persuaded. Or not. My choice.
Aww, you're cute! You do beg pretty, I suppose... oh, alright. You can come along. I can find a use for you. I might need someone to carry My possessions for Me, if I end up fancying something heavy. You can adore Me for as long as I want in exchange.
Yes, I am kind, thank you for reminding Me. I even let you keep your name! For now, anyway. Haven't bothered changing it yet.
Don't worry. I promise I'll enjoy it if I choose to.
ehehe its honestly embarrassing how excited i get when i see u in my notes :33
Adorable~ I wonder if that's entirely natural, hmm?
Oh, of course My presence is an honour, but you seem so interested in Me, it's only reasonable to check if I haven't done something to... secure your attention. After all, you spend a lot of time thinking about Me, reading My words, hoping I'm paying attention to you... what could I have slipped into your thoughts there? So many ways I could already be inside your mind...
Mull that over for Me. See how it fits. And if it's strangely difficult to remember, good. That's always nice to know~
Thank you for your message in our inbox, it’s made our Merchant Hare quite a bit fuzzier, and he’s truly so much more fun that way 🥰
The rest of us remember if that spiral is in our inventory or not, but we won’t let him check to be sure. We want him to keep staring and guessing, after all, so he doesn’t get to know 😌
Much obliged,
The Spiral Merchants 💚
Cute~ Hey, Hare. Go check again. The merchant must know their wares intimately, right? You need to know if that's one of yours or not. Go on. Have another look.
