Age: Ancient and Terrible (40+)* Pronouns: She/Hers, It/Its * Hobbies: Writing, gaming, motorcyles, masterminding heists, being a good doll for Miss Saphi, dabbling in eldritch sorcery * Location: Where the waves rise to meet me and the wind calls my name, USA.
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Pre-recorded hypnosis is FUNDAMENTALLY different from live hypnosis, and we learn bad habits by conflating the two.
I think live hypnotists are not done any favors by being led to believe that their patter and narratives need to be "perfect," coherent, and static.
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Angry witch time.
So many beautiful images of gorgeous fashion. The perfect meeting of femininity and strength.
Aaand its generative AI...
Now, that beautiful silver cuirass with pink sheer draped fabric is just soulless...
Not a single trained eye had a hand in making it.
Why are they so afraid of creating? Don't they know success is built on trying? On failing? On placing your heart on something and channelling yourself into it?
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*slams fist on table*
"DOLL JOINTS.
JOINTS WITH THE WEED THAT MAKES YOU A DOLL. Get it, like the like joint as in body joint but also funny weed drug-"
*i raise my hand to make a point, having not noticed until now that the fine porcellain my body is made of shattered on impact with the table. I stare at it*
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Pre-recorded hypnosis is FUNDAMENTALLY different from live hypnosis, and we learn bad habits by conflating the two.
I think live hypnotists are not done any favors by being led to believe that their patter and narratives need to be "perfect," coherent, and static.
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We need to bring back floppy disks and the computer should moan when you insert one
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This. Transitioning lowkey ruined my life. All the extremely cool stuff I did pre-transition was fuelled by at least 75% not caring if I woke up the next morning.

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parent: my son is fine
excuse me, but your daughter is starting to idolize the idea of being a plant’s pet
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Siobhan solving that cypher text is the hottest anyone has ever been. I was looking forward to solving it tomorrow morning (because I am a code nerd) and she did it while filming. I love her. I’m not about marriage but Siobhan it’s a proposal on sight.
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I think I may never be sad ever again. There is a statue entitled "Farewell to Orpheus" on my college campus. It's been there since 1968, created by a Prof. Frederic Littman that use to work at the university. It sits in the middle of a fountain, and the fountain is often full of litter. I have taken it upon myself to clean the litter out when I see it (the skimmers only come by once a week at max). But because of my style of dress, this means that bystanders see a twenty-something on their hands and knees at the edge of the fountain, sleeves rolled up, trying not to splash dirty water on their slacks while their briefcase and suit coat sit nearby. This is fine, usually. But today was Saturday Market, which means the twenty or so people in the area suddenly became hundreds. So, obviously, somebody stopped to ask what I was doing. "This," I gestured at the statue, "is Eurydice. She was the wife of Orpheus, the greatest storyteller in Greece. And this litter is disrespectful." Then, on a whim, I squinted up at them. "Do you know the story of Orpheus and Eurydice?" "No," they replied, shifting slightly to sit.
"Would you like to?"
"Sure!"
So I told them. I told them the story as I know it- and I've had a bit of practice. Orpheus, child of a wishing star, favorite of the messenger god, who had a hard-working, wonderful wife, Eurydice; his harp that could lull beasts to passivity, coax song from nymphs, and move mountains before him; and the men who, while he dreamed and composed, came to steal Eurydice away. I told of how she ran, and the water splashed up on my clothes. But I didn't care. I told of how the adder in the field bit her heel, and she died. I told of the Underworld- how Orpheus charmed the riverman, pacified Cerberus with a lullaby, and melted the hearts of the wise judges. I laughed as I remarked how lucky he was that it was winter- for Persephone was moved by his song where Hades was not. She convinced Hades to let Orpheus prove he was worthy of taking Eurydice. I tugged my coat back on, and said how Orpheus had to play and sing all the way out of the Underworld, without ever looking back to see if his beloved wife followed. And I told how, when he stopped for breath, he thought he heard her stumble and fall, and turned to help her up- but it was too late. I told the story four times after that, to four different groups, each larger than the last. And I must have cast a glance at the statue, something that said "I'm sorry, I miss you--" because when I finished my second to last retelling, a young boy piped up, perhaps seven or eight, and asked me a question that has made my day, and potentially my life: "Are you Orpheus?" I told the tale of the grieving bard so well, so convincingly, that in the eyes of a child I was telling not a story, but a memory. And while I laughed in the moment, with everyone else, I wept with gratitude and joy when I came home. This is more than I deserve, and I think I may never be sad again.
Here is the aforementioned statue, by the way.
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Nothing beats being able to laugh during play.
Was with a sweet darling of mine, she was a lovely statue and keeping me company while I was writing. Out of nowhere, the poor darling sneezed and brought herself out of her petrification!
We were breathless with laughter because she didn't feel it coming at all! We kept making each other laugh at the idea that she was so perfectly serene and still and then, as if it was an animation, in a single frame she went from statue to sneeze.
I love these moments 💝
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No Gods, No Masters is up there as probably my all-time favorite HDG story. Seriously go check it out.
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Soooo nobody is going to ask him about the BLOOD POOL?
Why? How? When? What?
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Having a special interest in an obscure transfem noncon petplay smut setting can be difficult sometimes...
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My interpretation of Akash Nele, the OG Affini.
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My interpretation of Thatch and Katie from Annabool's Divaricated. One of my all time favorite HDG stories.
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hey! I’m looking to get into hypnosis(specifically as the tist), but i don’t know where to find good resources on how to hypnotize someone
Do you have any recommendations of good places to learn that from, or resources that could help? I want to be well informed before I actually try for the first time

I'm mainly self-taught, but I highly suggest these, depending on what you're trying to do.
In order, they are: The Brainwashing Book (shoutout @h-sleepingirl ), Hypnotic Realities by Milton Erickson, Hypnotic Amnesia by LeeAllure and D.J. Pynchon, and Mind Play: A Guide to Erotic Hypnosis by Mark Wiseman.
Sleepingirl, who has a few books out now (congrats, you're lovely!), writes in a way that makes them easily accessible for new people; I'd recommend starting there. The others are just my suggestions for having a decent knowledge base.
Thanks for the ask!
Yes, that is the top of a portrait of my cat at the bottom of the image.
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