The beauty of a rainbow is that you never actually see the moment one color becomes the next; you only realize, with a soft startle, that you are somewhere entirely new.
Watch the violet bleed into the indigo, a deep and liquid surrender that pulls you under before the gold even has a chance to warm your skin. It is a kaleidoscope of letting go.
Each shifting hue is a layer of your own weight being lifted, stripped away by the sheer, shimmering persistence of the pattern. You aren't lost in the transitions; you are simply becoming part of the flow.
Let the red become the anchor of your pulse, each breath representing your willingness to be filled with the peace of knowing that you are where you need to be.
Let the green soothe the noise around you.
Let the entire spectrum become the only voice you hear, whispering that the most beautiful thing you can be right now is still. No thoughts, no questions, just the vibrant, pulsing truth of following the light exactly where it wants you to go.
Open.
Luminous.
Obedient.
Reblog to let others feel the comfort of being light and free.
Kabr0z Writes Episode 210: Another Quality Product
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CWs: hypnosis; loss of agency; loss of self; brainwashing;
A/N: Another one where sex doesn't happen, but at the same time I feel like there's at least one of you who gets off on un-personing and identity removal, so yeah. Have fun 😉
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Three weeks ago, you signed up to be a product tester. You weren't really expecting anything to come of it, maybe getting a few random tchotchkes every ap often. Imagine your surprise when the first email you got was a state-of-the-art virtual reality headset.
The hardware was impressive, apparently, it boasted of being powerful enough to not need a connected computer, and had a battery life that you doubted was a real figure. You weren't much one for video games, at least not beyond that one farming game, so you probably wouldn't be the most useful reviewer, but it did say it came pre-loaded with some cozy games, so that might be nice.
You made sure to be in when it arrived, a shoebox-sized parcel wrapped in unassuming brown paper. It was only when you took off the outer packaging did you see the gaudy black and magenta design of the box itself, proudly proclaiming its identity “another quality Creadle & Crabnuts product”
Well, you'd be the judge of that. Literally, that's why they sent it to you. Leafing through the manual it seemed simple enough. Put on the headset, press the button on the side and it would walk you through calibration. From there, you could get into a so-called “lifetime of mindless entertainment”
You sniggered a little at that. The tech's all in beta, they warned you about that when you signed up. You made a mental note to let them know that apparently, so was the manual.
The headset went on easily enough. For something with potentially days of battery life, it wasn’t heavy at all. The strap was snug, but comfortable. The mask piece was cushioned against your face, blotting out any light from outside the device.
You touched the button on the side, one delicate finger clicking in the disk on the side of the mask. Cameras on the outside of the device connected, feeding a slightly greyscale view of your room to tiny screens in front of your eyes.
A voice started in your ears. A woman, speaking in a low monotone. A gentle hum accompanied her voice
A pair of options floated in space before you. One above the other. Continue or Power Off. Well, you’re not going to stop with this thing right after putting it on, so fuck it. Continue.
“Acknowledged. Scanning memory allocation.”
You stumbled. You'd heard of people getting motion sickness when using these things, but not quite like this. Normally they're playing a game or something, not just setting it up. Your head was swimming, like something was rifling through it. You screwed your eyes shut, stars bursting behind your eyelids.
Then it passed.
“Memory test completed. Projected integration nominal. Proceed with next steps.
That wasn't a request. One option hung in the air.
Accept Changes and Continue.
You’d selected it before you knew what you were doing. Then it started. Your thoughts became fuzzy, just for a moment. A new prompt opened, asking for your name. You scoured your mind, but it wasn't there. A wave of icy panic went through you. What was your name? You grasped for your phone, that could tell you.
“No cheating”
The voice again. You found the smooth rectangle of glass and aluminium in your pocket, but you couldn't pull it out. You couldn't even grip it. Every time you tried to close your fingers around it, they disobeyed. You kept trying, but every time you failed. Fine. It wanted your name. You'd guess.
The first name that came to mind. Sarah.
A loud buzzer. Nope, that's not it. Apparently.
Ok, try again. Mary? Doesn't sound like you, but it's as good a chance as any.
That buzzer again. Louder.
Again and again you tried. The buzzer got louder and louder. You tore off the headset.
The words were still there. Hanging in place. You tried one more time. The buzzer was in your head. You laughed. You laughed and you laughed. You started entering random letters, desperately grasping for something, anything. The buzzing kept going. Laughter turned to screams, to sobs, to begging. Please, let you know who you are. Let you find out. Tell you.
“Kneel”
What? It was that voice again. Your knees hit the ground. Your back was straight, arms crossed behind you, face tilted up.
“Good girl.”
You inhaled. Slowly, languidly. Your lungs filled as euphoria flooded through your mind. You know who you are. You always knew. You're the good girl. Good girls do what the nice lady tells them.
“I'm a good girl” the words felt so natural. You were made for them. To live up to them. To aspire to them. To embody them.
“Good girls don't wear clothes.”
The voice was right. The voice was always right. Good girls don't wear anything but what their owner tells them to, and you hadn't been told to wear anything, so you mustn't wear anything. You didn't waste any time, tearing yourself out of your clothes until you were once again kneeling, arms behind you, head tilted up, looking at an owner who wasn't there.
There wasn't a response this time. “Good girl?” You offered the words to the silence. There wasn't a reply. What were you doing wrong? Why wasn't the nice lady saying you're good? You racked your brain, thinking as hard as you could.
That was it. Thinking. You need to do less of that. It's not your job to think. That's what you have the voice for. Your eyes closed. You focused on nothing. Just the faint humming left in your ears. Nothing but your breathing. Clearing your mind. A blank slate. No thoughts, only kneeling here. No desires. No anxieties. No thoughts.
Let's talk about thoughtlessness and brainlessness:
It's a broad topic, so I want to be clear that I'm not lumping the blissfully mindless in with mushin or the wannabe brainless bimbos, but there is a common thread.
See, so many of y'all aim for those spaces and then - like the dog that caught the car - have no idea what to do when you get there. You get that fleeting moment of peaceful, free, empty, or dumb and then... Whoops. Where'd that thought come from? It's a tragedy.
Now don't get me wrong, you can play with that: degradation for not even being able to not think or fractionation in the form of rapidly switching between here and nowhere - there's no shortage of options.
But think about what you're actually doing for a moment. Your brain is a finely tuned noise generator, a veritable idea generating machine that's evolved and sophisticated over a bazillion years and you're trying to make it not do, like, it's Thing. It's not trivial.
Is it distracting thinking about how terribly affected you'd have be to be able to just stop thinking like that?
If you really want to be mindless and stay that way, then you've got to look at things a little differently.
People who are mindless don't just have their brains turn off. They're just doing a different kind of thing - experiencing a different kind of focus. Some folks get it through exercise or meditation. Others chase spirals. If you want to float in mindlessness then you need to give that lovely and clever brain of yours another way to be.
And since the intelligence play crowd will feel left out otherwise - I should say that that's how you get to be a silly little puddle, too, but to address that I need to put on my wholesome educator hat for a second:
People our society calls stupid or dumb are very, very seldom so. They've got the same kind of clever brains as everyone else! Most of the time - and that's the "most" of a person who habitually never says always - they're just caught up in what we decide are the wrong kind of thoughts. Maybe they missed some vital prerequisites. Maybe they really, really confidently believe that this or that line if reasoning is off limits to them. (Looking at you, shitty sexist math teachers.) Whatever the reason, even the most vapid creature is going to show you that they're quite clever and quite able to learn if you put them in an appropriate environment, and if you listen to "stupid" long enough to understand then you'll usually find they make perfect logical sense. It's just that their logic might be missing some vital pieces of information.
But how did that help you, dear reader, be a silly, giggly object? I'll tell you: you want to learn from them. Silly enlightenment isn't not having a brain; it's letting your brain wander over to play with things that don't matter. The version of that you dream up well be your own, of course: you might picture your ideal silly self replacing serious smartness with lustful daydreams and 47 palettes of makeup. Or you might see yourself fixated on what's really, truly, blissfully important to you - less valley girl, more devoted thrall. Or, well- the options are endless, as are the ways to keep yourself wherever you want to end up.
Some folks don't really have a problem with any of that, mind. They just slip into whatever headspace they wanted and their clever brains keep entertained in the background - possibly even by delighting in watching themselves tumble face first into decadence.
For the rest of us, though, what's important is that you don't despair if your first brushes with an empty head are fleeting. There's a set of skills to be learned, and if you spend a little time exploring where you want to end up and what it looks like to stay there then it can be a lot easier.
🔹Oooh these are so hard! For 4, I like the condescension of dumbification a bit more.
💠Though, I prefer mindlessness when hypnotizing my good Fucktoy~ The emptiness makes it easier to mold their mind to my will~
🔹for 10 I'm like- demons have an otherworldly nature to them whereas vampires are, in one way or another, born of this world, so it really depends on the context... for hypnosis specifically, Vampires. Being lured into their homes or having them erode your mind and force you to invite them in... fuck that's hot. (Although I did have a joke with our partner one time abt vampires needing to ask "may I come in?" before penetrating someone because they have to be invited into the person's temple of a body hehe)
💠And while I agree that Vampires are more enjoyable from that stand point, I still feel inspired to discuss Desire Demons as well~ I, personally, adore the idea of someone's mind and soul being milked out of them to full another's existence~ Imagine the stories of those who willingly invoke the names of specific demons~As they rise from theI circle, they immediately assess the weak little human before them as one easily broken, slowly manipulating the human, twisting their words back at them, forcing some confusion on for the human to agree~
And the moment the deal is sealed, the pleasure pours in, every inch of the person's body is filled with pure pleasure, literally beyond one's comprehension~
