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my awesome plushiegirl power: flop over do nothing
The Gift of Sight.
The Beauty of Devotion.
Comfort in Another.
Affini style robot dom who has a phone screen in between her tits so you can get your dopamine stimulation from lots of porn content and scroll while you suck on her tits.
#crysobbing
take a hit of this
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JOURNAL EXCERPT - 19/6/26
“As of lately. I have found that the real me is much more soft spoken and timid while my current presentation is antithetical to everything I truly am.
My current presentation as an irony poisoned detached jokester causing me great harm, like i am walking down a bridge when on the opposite direction everyone in my life is looking at me with warm smiles and outstretched arms…
Unintentional Self-Harm as a form of self protection.
“The Solution to this is to shift my presentation, No longer will I be the detached party girl. Today, I accept my role as the beloved sacrificial doe for whoever presents themselves as my savior.”
never forget that even though they spend most of their time on the computer photobashing vintage memes and coding gimmick linux distros, your sparkledog still needs to be taken on regular walks for their own mental and physical health! it's very important that your sparkledog have as many opportunities as possible to socialize with other dogs to learn appropriate group behavior and network with other FOSS software engineers. your pet, and every beneficiary of the open internet, will thank you!
it's a common misconception that glomping and rawring are signs of sparkledog distress. this is NOT true! sparkledogs are earnest animals that always wear their emotions on the outside. sometimes this manifests as unwanted destructive behavior (e.g. jumping on furniture, barking indoors, printing out the full text of My Immortal multiple times "fur teh lolz" etc), but these can be mitigated with proper training and the introduction of more stimulating activities into their environment. consider giving them simple puzzle boxes that dispense hidden treats, or perhaps an unhacked Nintendo 3DS and a collection of hardware mods to install. signs that your sparkledog might actually be in distress include: ambivalence about going on walks, loss of appetite, loss of color in hair/attire, and removal of the shift and caps lock keys from their keyboards. but have patience, as sparkledog mood swings are common and usually take care of themselves as long as you give your pet a stable and stimulating environment. only seek emergency care if they change their PFP to an emo anime boy or start posting low res gifs of My Chemical Romance lyrics on main.
the obsession, you see, and the sacrifice to it, is what powers the spell.
a black hole turns at the center of a galaxy, and in the heart of a child somewhere that was left in the trash on the side of the road. from it, no light can escape; just like that, nothing at the scene of that murder will ever be anywhere else again.
what if the murder was a suicide?
and what if the victim was already dead?
and what if they're still moving?
and from the black spills ink darker than the darkest night, the very worst one where that horrible event took place, over and over, forever. the Endless Night. and we really will have to live it forever, you and me, stained by the Sin.
what if something crawled out of it?
what if it was smiling so demurely at you that your little heart is drawn
by the gravity
of a black hole?
i'm also imagining a situation where a subject is made to repeat something but it's framed more like a memory game. like the hypnotist gives them one mantra or suggestion at a time and they repeat it, and then the hypnotist asks if they can repeat every single one in order. and so they're motivated to do it to prove they can remember. even if it means repeating hypnotic or embarrassing things
When I say i’m Psychosexual, i’m putting emphasis on the Psycho. I don’t want you in my holes, I want you in my brain.
subject muttering a suggestion or mantra under their breath the way you do when you need to remember something. quietly talking themself through a suggestion step by step like when you're alone in your house trying to focus on something or figure something out. like it's just some mundane normal thing they're doing
saying stuff like "just relax... don't think about anything... just go into trance..." to themself the same way someone mutters to themself that they need to get their keys and their wallet before they leave the house. just reminding themself what they're supposed to be doing. making sure they don't forget. or repeating the same word or phrase over and over like you do if you need to remember an address or a number for a second, just to keep it in your head, trying not to lose it.
if you could make people fall in love on purpose I would do some evil shit with that just letting you know
I'll give you love potions that will make you wish I had poisoned your drink instead
potion that makes you fall in love with me and want me in every way. every word I speak is music to your ears; every part of my body, a painting; every thing I do or say is an entire universe you desperately want to be a part of. but you can't. because you're chained to this bed and I'm all the way on the other side of the room, talking to your best friend, getting close to them, sharing whispers and old stories. you still have one hand free, though, and no one's holding your mouth closed. so until the potion wears off, because I'm so kind, you do have the choice to... well.
what do you think happens when the potion wears off? you're free of the pain but... didn't it feel amazing? doesn't it feel like there's something missing now? the drive you felt when you wanted me was more than you wanted most things in your life, wasn't it? I still have some of it left, if you'd like.
DO YOU FEEL HELD BY THEM?
DO THEY FEEL LIKE HOME TO YOU?
a hypnotist physically pushing your head down a little bit while telling you to relax. adding that extra force to their suggestions
Turning my room space into a sensory deprivation chamber so I can forget who I am and keep myself totally suspended in a state of being in between consciousness.
When you feel everything and experience nothing, you feel like you’re falling in an infinite void with no way to climb up. Simply floating and screaming in the head of the vessel in which you reside.
I don’t sleep much. Not sure why. I just don’t need very much sleep. But you do. I can tell you do.
I don’t see why you should be allowed to sleep when I’m up. Your life is mine, and I want every second of what I’m due.
It’s not hard to keep you awake. You’re chained near me nearly every moment of the day. Your shocker quickly taught you not to close your eyes for even a moment when I’m around. Those bruises and scars taught you not to accidentally doze off when I’m away.
You’re lucky. It’s not like I never sleep. 5 or 6 hours a night. 2 or 3 when you’re unlucky. When you finally got used to falling asleep as quickly as I do it seemed easy for a while. You’d wake up sleepy but nothing too bad. You got used to it. A little sluggish, a little drowsy, but used to it.
Nobody warns you about the effects of months and months of sleep deprivation. You move slower than you did. You can’t think as well. You can barely get out of bed when it’s time. You don’t struggle. Your sleepy eyes look emptier and emptier every day.
I like you like this. You’re so much easier. You couldn't fight me off if you tried.