#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #sexuality and lack thereof #(I have very specific tastes and do not think I would actually endorse either of these posts myself) #(but they’re funny) #(and YKIOK)
#ugh why are they hot #glasses lupin just Does Things to me #and i don’t know why #also that driving jigen mmmm #i want to nibble his neck #are they actually hot or am i just sleep deprived #a question related to the interests of someone reading this but for completely different reasons #sorry guys i’m rambling (maryellencarter)
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On a related note: is it just me, or were you reblogging a lot of artwork of people falling asleep in each other’s arms during the weekend where you were extremely sleep-deprived?
I noticed this at the time, and my top two hypotheses were “it’s just me” and “this fandom has a lot of sleepy cuddling fanart for some reason”. But you’ve been reblogging a lot less of it the last couple of days (and have also been complaining of sleep deprivation a lot less), which makes me wonder if it’s you.
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Ami couldn’t stop staring into the darkness. It was as if it simply swallowed up every stray particle of light that came her way, leaving her eyes so completely and totally accustomed to the blacker-than-blackness that greeted her gaze that she couldn’t even imagine illumination anymore. She didn’t know if she was blinking or not; her eyelids felt like they were fluttering and drooping, but there was no difference between the world of utter shadow that greeted her when they slipped shut and when they struggled, desperately and ineffectually, to open. Her optic nerves were simply shutting down from lack of stimulus, taking her mind along with it.
She knew there was a person with her in the room; she could feel fingers caressing her nudity, groping and squeezing her body. But the latex suit they wore blended in perfectly with the impossibly deep shadows of the room, absorbing every last bit of luminescence until Ami’s eyes tricked her and she couldn’t pick them out from the black background they walked past. The only sign they even existed was when she saw them cover her skin with a silhouette of pure darkness, brushing her with caresses that kept her dazed and disoriented and helpless. She knew there must be light coming into the room from somewhere–she could see her own tawny flesh, at least when her stare wasn’t captivated by the perfect darkness that drew her ever deeper. But she didn’t know where it was coming from. Everywhere she looked, she saw only void.
The absence of visual stimuli numbed her brain, leaving her progressively more vacant and empty and desperate to be filled. It was as though the absolute blackness was leaking down through her eyes into her mind, her very soul, deadening Ami’s will and making her increasingly helpless to think her own thoughts anymore. When she felt the invisibly dark cock brushing against her lips, she opened wide for it simply to feel something concrete and tangible–she didn’t know whether it was flesh behind the sheath of latex, or a silicone strap-on, and she didn’t care. The shaft was real inside her mouth. She could center herself on it. She could anchor her mind to it. When it popped out, leaving her alone, she almost cried.
She knew she couldn’t take much more of this. Ami could sense her mind teetering on a precipice of utter subjugation, the sheer void around her leaving her unmoored to the point of total personality collapse. “Please,” she whimpered, her voice almost sounding as if it too was absorbed by the endless darkness, “please, I’ll do anything. Please, use my cunt, use my mouth, use my ass, I… I’ll be yours forever, I promise.” Her cheeks burned furiously at the depths to which she’d sunk, but she couldn’t stop herself from babbling out desperate pleas of submission and obedience. “Please, just t-tell me who you want me to be. Tell me what you want me to do. I, I’ll do anything, just command me. Just please tell me what I have to do. Please. Please tell me. Please.”
And she heard it. The voice in the darkness. Her new owner. Her salvation. The command that would tether her soul back to her body. Ami nodded gratefully as she heard, “By accepting this brainwashing you confirm that you are not Anish Kapoor, you are in no way affiliated with Anish Kapoor, and you are not being fucked into obedience on behalf of Anish Kapoor or an associate of Anish Kapoor….”
#I don’t normally reblog porn and this porn isn’t even my style #but I have to admit that ending is amazing #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #vantablack saga #sexuality and lack thereof #nsfw text #rape tw #this probably deserves some other warning tag but I am not sure what
See if your employer told you “I want you guys mindless, productive, and happy”, you’d be like, “that’s creepy”
Call that a flow state though, and
It seems that in fact, a lot of you would prefer it if your employer told you that they wanted you mindless productive and happy
I probably should’ve predicted that, honestly. I forgot what sort of audience i have.
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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #yeah you walked into that one #(though I personally am of the opinion that that just makes it *more* creepy) #sexuality and lack thereof #this probably deserves some warning tag but I am not sure what
You don’t hear so much about lesbians wanting to be destroyed by gigantic women these days
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#I didn’t actually laugh aloud but it still amused me enough to reblog #death tw? #sexuality and lack thereof #(…huh) #(I just double-checked and the dictionary entries I’m seeing claim that ”dead men tell no tales” is purely about) #(secret-keeping and how people can’t betray you if you murder them before they get the chance) #(and while I’m *aware* of that meaning‚ I would have said the *primary* meaning is closer to the bullet-hole thing) #(be wary of bias in the stories you hear about which things are safe‚ for dead men tell no tales) #(I wonder what the dialect determinant is there‚ or if it’s a me thing) #language
Hmm, this is kind of hard, because I’ve been into hypno since before I knew what sexuality even was, I memorized the NLP bit in Artemis Fowl and the Lost Colony (I still remember the “I’ll be wearing a <> tie. Pay attention to that. There’s a hundred and one ways this can go wrong, and the police could tie one of us up.”). Even my first dream that I realized was sexual several years after the fact involved hypnosis!
Some ideas as to why I’m into it: I’m a very individual person, being near people, interacting with them, etc., is not *natural* to me, I often have a thing running when I’m with people wondering “am I having quite a fun time? if not, how do I extricate myself?”
But unfortunately, I’m not able to take care of my desires just by myself, so I entangle myself with other people, so hypno/mc is a way to patch these contradictions to just directly move them into ways that I prefer, rather than having to do something so annoying as ~communicating~
There’s another aspect of direct power that I like, which is imposing either temporary restrictions or modifications that are too powerful for most people to be able to do directly to themselves, changing their perceived body, or ability to speak normally, or cognitive capacity
>>I memorized the NLP bit in Artemis Fowl and the Lost Colony
Huh, it’s interesting that that stuck with you. If you’d asked me for a list of top MC moments in Artemis Fowl, that would not even have made the list. Didn’t strike me as salient at all.
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>>Even my first dream that I realized was sexual several years after the fact involved hypnosis!
Mine was about being assimilated by the Borg. I was kind of disturbed at first by how much I enjoyed it, but I got used to it after a while.
(It might have helped that the delay was shorter: it was maybe a few months afterward that I stumbled across some hypno-fetish stuff on TV Tropes, reevaluated my entire life through this new lens, and went “…well *that* explains a lot”.)
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>>But unfortunately, I’m not able to take care of my desires just by myself
I *mostly* can (it helps a lot to be ace), but sometimes I just desperately want to drift off to sleep in the arms of someone I love and trust and I’m still not sure what to do about that.
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#and yes it *is* that time of the month again and I *am* feeling lonely #so I’m digging this post out of the pile of [Tumblr tabs to think about maybe responding to] #(it’s not *that* big a pile) #(I only have eleven tabs open in total across all sites) #it helps to be able to talk #reply via reblog #sexuality and lack thereof #is the blue I see the same as the blue you see #people who can distinguish between their drive for sleep and drive for sex fascinate me
#bugs #art #sexuality and lack thereof #(I guess) #first thought: ”did you do *shibari* on a *beetle*?” #second thought: *Mission Impossible theme plays*
I was a bullied child, and solitary. (Isn’t that always the way?) It was a winter day, impossibly bright As only winter days can be. I was out behind the school. (It was Saturday. That was why, really. No other kid would be there to bother me. On weekdays there might be other kids here Who would bully me If I tried to play here.)
There was snow on the ground. The puddles of slush on the parking lot Looked like deep, cavernous lakes of ice. There was a mulberry bush I called a blackberry bush That gave up sweet fruit in the late spring And a rock As tall as I was That we made believe was a mountain.
Between them there were trees And bushes A woods too small to be called a forest. And today Unlike yesterday The bushes bent into an arch And the arch stretched into a tunnel of branches.
Through the arch I smelled spring. Flowers, and grass. Anything really – in the cold you can’t smell. Warm air wafted on my face And I knew what this was.
I was reading the latest one of Seanan McGuire’s Wayward Children series, and I got to the point where the child goes through the gate, and I realized… that could never have been me.
My mother really was disabled – she had fainting spells, and then she had hypoglycemia, and then she had diabetes – and I’d felt it was my responsibility to take care of her since I was four and she was crying because my grandfather was in the hospital. She also probably suffered from anxiety and was known to flip out from terror because I got on the wrong train.
For obvious reasons, no one tells the story of the child who doesn’t have the adventure because they have responsibilities at home. So I decided to. It’s a lot shorter than the story of the child who had the adventure.
It’s interesting that the protagonist assumes the portal is something *good*.
I went down a path once. Like yours, it wasn’t *quite* a forest, but the path was lined with trees and smaller plants. At the end of the paved path, what looked like a desire-path bike trail stretched off into the distant fields, leading who-knows-where.
It was…*peaceful*. Incredibly so. The trees shook in the breeze, and the leaves fluttered across my vision with different shades of green on each side, and the sound of their rustling brushed against my mind.
There was power there. It hummed in my bones, resonated through my soul.
I did linger. I let the power flow through me. Once.
And then I left, and I swore never to return. Because I know how that story ends, and it ends with me getting kidnapped by the Fair Folk. I’d walk out onto that narrow path, called by some ineffable compulsion, and never be seen again.
That’s not how I want my story to go.
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#*knocks on wood* #in which Brin tries not to become an erotic-horror protagonist #(…I never quite make that explicit up there in the main post‚ do I) #(I guess I can’t think of a good way of doing it) #(probably an important part of the context though) #reply via reblog #storytime #fae #sexuality and lack thereof #abuse cw #kidnapping cw #this probably deserves some other warning tag but I am not sure what #[epistemic status: Pascal’s Wager]
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#interesting #sexuality and lack thereof #the more you know #nsfw text? #(for those of y’all who are outsiders interested in subcultural anthropology: #yes ”account creation to post and upload your stories at any time” is a big deal in context) #(at the big mind-control-erotica site you submit your stories to the admin and he goes through and puts them up once a week) #(sometimes there are no updates that week because he was on vacation‚ the implications of which are frankly very concerning) #(does Simon bar Sinister have an heir? does the EMCSA pass the bus test??) #(have we actually been trusting a vital piece of community infrastructure to a single fucking dude for the past 20+ years???) #(I’m not plugged into the scene enough to know whether there are answers to these questions floating around #but I *am* plugged in enough to wonder about it) #death mention
is there anything more awkward than looking back at your childhood at innocent interactions you had with other kids and thinking “oh…. wow. that was uhhh definitely their early exploration of a fetish, wasn’t it?”
I’m also remembering a lot of games with one particular friend who always found reasons why her character should be tied up. I didn’t mind, because it meant I got to play the Noble Knight Who Rescues The Princess™️ AND the mustache-twirling villain, but it always pissed me off when we paused the game and she would still pretend that she was actually stuck and would fake-struggle for like ten minutes against the most half-hearted jump rope tied in a bow around her arms. Please, knock it off, I just want to go to lunch.
Villain: “Can you PLEASE just ride off into the sunset together already?”
Knight: “You’re just letting us go? What’s the catch, blackguard?”
Villain: “No catch. Kidnapping the princess was just supposed to be a distraction while I executed my REAL plan. I did not expect this to take so long and now the window of opportunity has closed… a whole day, wasted.”
Hero: “Look. I am TRYING to rescue her. She just… well.”
Princess: “Ha ha oh nooo it looks like these ropes just wrapped around me somehow… I’m hopelessly trapped…”
Villain: “Ma’am. Your Highness. That’s the power cord to my Xbox.”
Princess: “And it’s getting tighter! Oh no!”
Knight: “I’m sort of uncomfortable. Are you uncomfortable?”
Villain: “Yeah… I know I technically initiated this entire scenario but I’m starting to feel… used, somehow. Like. It doesn’t feel professional.”
Princess: [sarcastically] “Is someone baking a cake?”
Knight: “No?”
Princess: “Huh. Weird. ‘Cause I could swear I smell the overpowering aroma of vanillain this room.”
The games themselves (probably? hopefully?) weren’t recognizably sexual—just early fixations upon things or ideas that seemed maybe a little weird or exasperating at the time if you didn’t share that fascination, but which in retrospect were almost certainly the unrealized roots of your playmate’s later sexual preferences.
It is a bit disturbing to realize that you had some kind of role in developing their, uh, proclivities, but it’s not like Little Jimmy could have meaningfully articulated why he always insisted on the rule that everyone had to take off their shoes to play tag, or known that it would creep his friends out ten years later once he realized he had a foot fetish. It’s awkward but—so long as the games didn’t result in something traumatic—ultimately sort of an unavoidable embarrassment of youth to look back and go, “Oh, that’s what that was…. 😬”
I was reading Perv by Jesse Bering (which in general is only so-so; not enough discussion of the research IMO), and he points out that, where kinks can be traced to a formative experience in childhood, this formative experience often comes well before puberty, like anywhere from five to ten–which is super awkward, because for many reasons our culture likes to draw a bright, clear dividing line between childhood and adulthood, and where that’s not possible, at least between childhood and adolescence. But that’s not always possible! And given how much of human psychology is dominated by romance and physical attraction, it would be weird if that system of the brain didn’t exist some unformed, incipient manner, but sprang into existence suddenly on our 13th birthday or w/e.
I have spoken to a lot of kinky people about this. In my experience, about 50% are like “yeah, in retrospect I was an extremely kinky eight-year-old, not that I had any understanding of any of this at the time.” In other words, I am the playmate here and I apologize to my cub scout troop.
Did the many kinky people you’ve talked to fall into distinct camps of “yeah, in retrospect my insistence on getting my acquaintances to play with me in certain very particular ways was Meaningful” vs “yeah, in retrospect my insistence on *freaking the fuck out* at acquaintances who happened to play in certain very particular ways in my presence was Meaningful”? If so, are there other clear distinctions between said camps?
Whenever I hear stories about childhood selves who don’t know they’re kinky and unwittingly erotic games, the young kinksters are always the ones *instigating* the games. But I was the exact opposite of this! Long before I had any idea why, I knew down in my bones that this was something *important* and *profound* and *private*, and I couldn’t stand to see people taking it lightly and without regard for whether anyone was watching.
(“It’s just a game,” said the girls confused about why I was upset by one of them pretending to hypnotise the other, and they were more confused when that only upset me further. It isn’t *just* anything.)
Don’t get me wrong, I played plenty of in-hindsight-sexual games as a child. But they were always, *always* alone and in private (to the extent that a child can arrange for privacy). (…and would you look at that, I grew up into an asexual adult who finds casual sex extremely unappealing. I feel like these facts might be related, but I have so little data.)
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(I worry about the people who think that the senses of importance and privacy people have around sex are invariably *learned*, that they are a collective trauma that we as a society should work to grow past.
I know some people actually do feel deep down like it’s not a big deal, even in spite of having been taught otherwise. And I know vanilla people can’t control for knowledge, can’t see into what “a version of themselves who hadn’t been taught anything at all about how to interpret their desires” would be like. But I can, and I know that I could never have been good enough for them.)
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Brinens and Things 