Trippy Hippie

Laurie & Co. 22 Paraphile blog

[sweets-treets]

Welcome! You can call me Laurie!

I'm 22, and I use she/her pronouns! This is my personal blog for being horny on. It's brand-new, so forgive the lack of posts. You will find a lot of "fucked up" stuff here- be prepared. I am pro-para and most of my content will be focused on this. I don't have a DNI, but please just block me if I post things that make you uncomfortable.

I am part of a system! While this will mainly be my horny blog, I'm sure that Sydney (he/they) and Elliot (he/him) will post here as well.

Some things you will find here include, but are not limited to:

CNC (including somno)

Intox (I'm a hippie and already a pretty heavy weed smoker, so most of my intox posts will be about heavier drugs- if you find intox posts that include psychedelics, or accounts that post about psychedelic intox, please send them my way!)

Torture/gore

Occasional necrophilia

Corruption/kidnapping/brainwashing (specifically in the MKultra vein)

Religion/cult worship

I also love music, weird art, weed, and flowers! I’m a fictive, and I’m a hippie from the mid 60’s/early 70’s. Generally, my horny posts will be tagged as such, with the following specifications (all subject to change): Laurie's posts: #laurie.txt

Laurie’s posts that are specific about source: #beta.txt (<-Has nothing to do with A/B/O- I actually know almost nothing about it. Has to do with my source.)

Elliot's posts: #elliot.txt

Sydney's posts: #sydney.txt

Everyone feel free to interact with me! I love to make new friends! Yippie!

NOTE: Lambda, Theta, if you ever find this blog. No you didn't.

[sweets-treets]

Having headmates from your source is so radical until they want to stop you from making mania induced sex oopsies

Thank you Elliot I’m fully aware of the decisions I’ll regret in the morning

Maybe ill just get high and regress and watch taxi instead

[niveusnex]

i fetishise fictives by the way. not the source but the fictive themselves. i want to affirm you whilst fucking the shit out of you, pretend i’m your lover from source. cry to me about how disconnected you feel from this reality whilst i nod my head and secretly jerk off.

[sweets-treets]

I smoked a little bit too much weed and I wish there were someone to pet my hair and touch me inappropriately and be really really creepy but in a comforting way…. Would really love to be watching tv and smoking cigarettes with someone and maybe they keep hading me the joint.. and it’s really hot so I’m just wearing my long wrap skirt and halter top… and they’re sitting on the couch and I’m sitting on the floor at their feet and they’re petting my hair… and the old tv show gets interrupted for a missing persons report but they’ve done soooo good at making me into their perfect girl that I don’t recognize that I’m the one in the missing persons report I just say that it makes me feel kind of funny when I see it and they hand me the joint again and get up to change the channel back to taxi or happy days or whatever…

[sweets-treets]

Guys it’s dandelion season…. Little lions in all the yards…. I love them…. Yayayaya also it’s almost ditch flower season where I can pull over my car and go pick pretty flowers! …and not get poison ivy this time

[corpsekissr]

People aren't intense enough with mindbreak type shit. To break someone's self esteem down is just to manipulate them really, abuse them, if successfully. To really like. Hardwire someone's brain to scientifically qualify as programming per se, you have to induce a dissociative state, within that vacancy use punishment vs reward to create a sort of UI shell and so on. You can also use psychedelics if you want to make it more mkultraesque. Make someone forget their own name, forget their parents. Make yourself their parent in their head. You can be anything you want in the world with repeated phrases and sudden pain and LSD and 2 hours of sleep each night. Be more creative with how you utterly shatter people.

[bonderingmyborb]

I'm not op but one thing you can do is figure out how to make time pass slowest for them. maybe that's never turning off the lights or maybe you never turn them on. space meals far apart, close together, or so inconsistently they can't even count minutes. sensory deprivation or sensory overload. maybe come in at random to check things or "play" even. don't give them anything to count time by and make it so they feel like they've been there for years when it's actually been 3 weeks. fear works too, but too much and time may pass faster from dissociation. that can also be used to throw off consistency of time. essentially, you want to break down something most take for granted, the longer it feels, the less likely they will retain memories of their past.

if you want a blank slate, don't refer to them as anything but that. don't give them much to latch onto. if you want them to be an obedient pet, allow them to put themself in that role. beat them and offer comfort at the same time with increasing comfort the closer they allow themself to get to you a lot of it is based around what your goal is but overall confusion is going to be your friend. confuse them, let them forget themself, and then steer them to what you want them to be. do not fight their will because they will dig in and that will delay the process. erode it, let them doubt themself. it's harder to erase someone's identity with force than it is through the erring of memory and the breaking of the feedback loop that kept them themself.

let them know nothing and then raise yourself to be fact, their god, their reason for being.

idk I'd say that's my 2 cents but that feels more like a whole dollar. I'm not a cult leader, just speaking from the times in my life I've been driven mad by these things on a milder level. yes I have BPD /lh

[sweets-treets]

Thinking about when my top surgery split open, six stitches on my left side after only a couple weeks. The most glorious pain I have ever felt in my life. I remember waking up in a recliner, and this feeling like something had come loose inside me. Like I’d popped stitches on the shoulder of a shirt too small for me. This strange thought of nerves free floating inside me, now pulled in strange ways where the skin had come free of each other. All my hair stood on end, and I could tell something was wrong but I wasn’t sure what. I stood up from the recliner and there was nothing but pain. It was the only time I have ever been truly thoughtless. I’m very good in a crisis, usually I can compartmentalize, I have a high pain tolerance, but there was nothing like when I stood from that chair. I had no thoughts, I didn’t breathe, I didn’t blink, all I was was pain. My body and mind had been left behind and the only realm I existed in was indescribable hurt. There was no crying at first, no shaking, just pure frozen agony. Like nothing else in the world. My vision grew spots but I couldn’t see anyway, couldn’t hear. There was nothing in my head. Truly just thoughtless pain. My hair stands on end typing this. And then I went into shock, and I remember climbing the stairs and thinking “I’m cold, I’m so cold. And… wet all over, I’m all wet” and I looked down and my post surgery compression binder and tank top and hands and pants were covered in blood. My whole body went numb. I remember that was the point where I started sobbing because I was scared it was going to hurt again. All I could think was “this is going to hurt so bad.” And then because it was Christmas I had to butterfly bandage my skin back together and wait in the ER for hours until I almost passed out. And then they couldn’t get me into a wound clinic for debridement until the next week. My mother still gets pale when I talk about that, when they did the debridement I wasn’t on any pain meds and I passed out two or three times but all I could think was “hey at least it’s not as bad as when the stitches first spilt.” And then packing the wound as care after for the next month, and having to pull out the saline soaked bandages from inside my body where the infection had caused tunneling inside me. I guess that’s probably when I got into medical kink. I can still feel where the tunneling was, where my scar is much larger on my left side, there’s a thin separation between a couple of the muscle groups. I love fingering it. Like Jenny Holzer says, there’s nothing like a new feeling, like the sensations from sex and surgery. I love being touched where I shouldn’t.

[gouged-doll]

[sweets-treets]

I once took too much molly at a music festival, (along with assorted other substances) and were prone to heart palpitations. There was this moment where it felt like everything in our chest completely froze, just this seizing pain, like our lungs and heart had stopped and we were left stuck still in this one glorious moment. Anyway it was a brand new feeling with such a unique kind of pain and panic that the only thing I’ve ever wanted since is for someone to reach into my chest and touch my still beating heart. If I could have, like, ONE magic wish it would be for someone to do that to me while we fucked. Uhhhrghr I think about that feeling every day

[christclown]

These cuffs that keep a sub on tip toes are my current obsession

They're sure to make any chase short :)

[christclown]

I've watched porn less suggestive than this technical description of a 3d print

[sweets-treets]

I can hear the three and a half hits of acid in the back of the truck calling to me….. but I’m saving them for the next music festival…. But half a tab and going to the woods would be soooooo good

[theghostofjayne]

rapist who makes you tell them you love them even though you’re sobbing and begging them to stop

[sweets-treets]

saw you reblogged my post about leonard cohen and i wanted to recommend iodine from death of a ladies man if you’ve never heard it.

Wow! I’d never heard this one before! I really really like the sound of this one! The contrast between him and the female singer, the horn in the back going absolutely wild, the excitement of the music with his classic kind of just gorgeous drawl and the intense feeling in the woman’s voice… I’m constantly blown away by Leonard Cohen songs, and that was just phenomenal. Thank you for the recommendation!

[dr-foxglove]

Making them age regress and convincing them every time is their first so I can take that sweet little thing's virginity over and over

[protectbeetles-deactivated20260]

LEONARD COHENS MUSIC IS PORN TO ME

[sweets-treets]

Oh to be tortured brutally in a basement and keep there naked and cold and bleeding, and only be taken upstairs to the nice bed where you are to be violently raped so I start to almost look forward to it, the warmth and softness of your bed, the comfort of your skin as you wipe away the tears…

[sweets-treets]

I like the brainwashing posts I see on here but a lot of them are hypnotism. I prefer good old fashioned brainwashing through torture and drugs and manipulation! Anyway if anyone wants to keep me in a basement and do unspeakable things until im a completely different person again....

Teach me that you're a safe person, my friend, my bandmate, then take me home with you. Keep me naked and scared and abused and fragile in your basement. Show me when they stop looking for me. Make me dance naked and barefoot for you on broken glass and then put the only water I’ve had in days at the top of the stairs. Leave my face alone because you think I'm pretty. Make me lay in a bathtub full of ice so you can pretend I'm dead when you fuck me and then tell me you're just preparing for the future. Force feed me psychedelics, give me a break from the torture to give me a sermon. Do every fucked up thing you can imagine to me. Take me upstairs for pizza and TV, leave me unsure of when you'll hurt me again. Hurt me and drug me until this is all I remember. Give me a new name. Teach me that you're the only one who can save me from this. Teach me that I love you. Teach me that you're always right. Teach me to be a new person, made only for you.