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gigglinggoblin · 9 months ago

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Pixilated

(featuring art from SleepyGayCutie!) [Twitter / itch.io]

[Except from a Patreon short!]

“Eve.” Quaile smiled shyly. “That's a... pretty name.” A pretty name for a pretty little fairy. The widow felt relief rushing through her. Thank goodness it wasn't some kind of monster. She'd never met a fairy before, but she knew they could be good and kind as long as you treated them with respect and didn't give your real name. Eve was the first non-terrifying thing she'd encountered since she'd entered the Silicon Forest. “I, um... I’m awfully sorry to intrude into your beautiful garden, but I was wondering if I could pick something from the base of that...”

She trailed off. Eve kept flitting to and fro with excitement, her wings a fast-fluttering blur, and that golden fairy dust was scattering all around Eve like a glittering halo. It was really pretty, but also somewhat… distracting.

“Hm? From my what?” Eve batted thick, dark eyelashes. “From our garden, you mean?” She giggled, dancing from side to side, her hips swinging with a distinct mischief.

Quaile was trying to be polite. She knew eye contact was respectful, but she’d never been very good at it, and the rhythmic sway of those hips felt like an… easy anchor. She knew she shouldn’t. It made her seem strange, it made no sense, women weren’t even supposed to look at other…

“O-Our?” she blurted.

Eve’s form seemed to almost blur for a moment. A brief bout of static crackled in Quaile’s ear.

“Oh, hiiii~!” another voice chimed, and a second fairy, this one with brilliant red hair, flew out from behind her. Her fairy dust was more of a rose gold hue. Like Eve’s, though, it was strangely hard to focus on. “My name's GenESI! But you can call me Jenny!” She flitted up and planted another kiss on Quaile's cheek, then giggled, bouncing up and down in midair. “Wow, your cheeks are so red!”

“I know!” Eve lamented, making a show of fanning herself. The pair swirled around Quaile's head. Quaile was trying to keep moving forward towards the flowers, but she felt like she had to keep spinning to keep them both in view, and it was starting to make her dizzy. Her advance was stumbling and unsteady. “Mortals are suuuuch fun! Always so cute and bashful!” She smirked at Quaile, flying up to whisper in her ear, “But this one's especially precious.” Her body seemed to crackle. Suddenly, she was much, much closer. “And cute, too.”

Quaile felt her cheeks burning. For some reason, their praise made her feel all... bubbly inside, but she didn't know why. They were very pretty, obviously, with gorgeous sparkling hair and curvy little figures and those enchanting green eyes, but… but why would that matter to her?

She took another step towards the birdbath, finally giving up on keeping them both in sight. It was too hard to focus on them, anyways. Their forms were so... blurry at the edges. No, not blurry. Blocky? It was so strange, and she didn't have time for this. “I-I need,” she said slowly, “to pick a few of those suncup flowers. If... if that's quite alright with you two, Eve and Jenny.”

The fairies both halted their flight and pouted.

“Oh, she's so businesslike,” Jenny muttered.

“So formal,” Eve agreed. A frown crossed her exaggerated perfect features.

Quaile's heart sank. She licked her lips. “I'm sorry if I'm being—I'm sorry to be rude. I don’t mean to be, I just… I only wish to help my village. My—my husband, he was much better at talking to people, but—but I didn’t mean any harm.”

The two fairies exchanged looks, then smiled at her. They flew up to alight upon her, one on each shoulder, leaving winding trails of pink-and-gold fairy dust sparkling before her eyes.

“There's no offense, Ailah,” Jenny cooed in her ear.

“Poor, shy lass!” whispered Eve. “Your husband left you? And you such a pretty thing!”

“H-He's, um, passed, actually.” Quaile squirmed a little and forced herself to keep walking. “Two years ago, he—”

She only registered too late that her path had taken her straight through the cloud of blurry, blocky fairy dust the fairies had just created, and she sputtered and sneezed as the sparkling mist enveloped her. Her whole head buzzed and thrummed like static. She swayed.

“Oops!” Eve giggled. “Poor, clumsy girl! You've gone and gOtTTtttEeEeEeEn…” Her voice seemed to warp and bend, discordant notes and strange staticky crackles briefly overwhelming Quaile’s senses.

The glitching passed. And when it did, Quaile found that Eve’s voice sounded different. It sounded… clearer. Like Eve had been speaking into a tin can until this very moment. “... yourself all up and pixilated! You silly thing, not watching where you’re going!”

“W-Wha—”

“And you poor thing,” Jenny whispered, planting another little fluttering kiss on Quaile's cheek, and her voice sounded clearer, too. “You've been through sooo much! You're lucky you ran into us.”

They both fluttered back, beaming at her. Quaile kept walking forward, dizzied, dazed. She couldn't fully remember why she'd been walking in this direction. It must have been to keep looking at Eve and Jenny, mustn't it? They were so... so pretty, with their big, smug smiles and their beautiful shimmering eyes and the pretty glittery blurry staticky fog that surrounded them… surrounded her…

“Yes, yes, yes,” Eve sang, flying in slow, lazy golden corkscrew spirals. “We make everything so much simpler, don't we?”

“S... Simpler.” Quaile had meant it as a question, but everything felt so silly and blurry and foggy, it didn't sound like one, did it?

“That's right!” Jenny flew right up close until she held Quaile's full, helpless attention. “You want everything nice and simple with us, don't you? That’s what pixilation is all about, you know. Making things simpler!”

“I... the, the, um...” Quaile's voice was failing her. Jenny was perched on her nose and smiling, and Quaile found herself smiling, too, a big, happy, simple smile, because everything felt so happy and simple when these two adorable ladies smiled at her and batted their thick, pretty lashes. “The suncups...”

She wasn't even sure what she was saying. Some part of her was tugging, nagging, tense and panicky, but it felt so small, the very smallest part of her, and she was already so very small herself...

“Of course,” Eve cooed, and the tension in Quaile's mind seemed to immediately unravel. “Of course. We'll take care of everything.”

“Oh.” Quaile giggled. “That's, um... good?”

Jenny smirked. “Of course it is~"

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Very few in the Glowpebble Path know how to safely enter the Silicon Forest. Most empyreal charms are cheap knockoffs, and even the real ones don't do that much more than the odd energy pulse to dissuade the horrors in that place. What you have to know is that the scariest things in the Forest aren't the crackling electrical trees or mutated half-technological beasts. It's the things that look like fairies. Look, I don't need to tell you fairies are dangerous, but that's not a fairy you're looking at. Stay away from rogue AIs if you value your life, mind or dignity.

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Thanks so much for reading! If you wanna read the full story, check out my Patreon! It's got the full version of the fic, plus a ton of other exclusives (like content polls) and early access to public chapters. I really appreciate everyone who supports me whatever way they can--I love getting to return to these flashfics, and there may be a sequel to this story going up there. SGC's art just kind of made me fall in love with Quaile, the poor dear. Definitely writing more subby milfs in the future.

#mind control #fairy #glowpebble path #fey #hypnokink #dubcon #cw: comphet

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gigglinggoblin · 9 months ago

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The Angel and the Huntsman

(featuring art from SleepyGayCutie!) [Twitter / itch.io]

[Except from a Patreon short!]

To his vague surprise, Jac found he... liked the angel's hand on his neck. He liked her touching him. He wanted her to do it more. Normally, Jac wouldn't let a woman handle him this way, but this one was so beautiful, with her flowing pale hair, her pulsing, shimmering halo... besides, it wasn't as if he wasn't still in control. Angel or no, this girl was clearly smitten with him.

“Mm. It was such a wonderful hunt hunt to watch." Her voice was soft and feathery. "Dazzling, even."

"Yeah?" He grinned.

"Oh, yes. Although…” The angel's fingertips traced down to his throat, and an embarrassing involuntary shiver passed through him. Ellie frowned. “You... did break one of Her rules today, you know.”

“I... yes.” Jac supposed he should at least try to seem contrite. It didn't come naturally, but she just seemed so disappointed in him. “I regretted that. It was an...” He was going to say 'accident', but those eyes held him, dark and endless. he felt a queer pulling sensation, and involuntarily, the words tumbled out, “It was a long day, and I didn't want to admit I'd let it get away. I… didn't think she'd care.”

“Oh, She does.” For a moment, Ellie's face remained downcast. Jac felt strangely devastated. Then her smile returned, and it was like the sun emerging from behind the horizon. “She was delighted! My wonderful Goddess never did have any patience for rules Herself, and your initiative, your boldness... truly, a fine quality to see in one of Her hunters.”

Jac found himself smiling like a fool as those fingers danced across his neck. The light was pulsing all around him. Her eyes were so pretty. His other hand went to the wall, and even though he now had her essentially cornered, it didn't feel like it. It felt like she had him right where she wanted him. Like he'd just disarmed himself.

Jac felt her hand at his lowest belt. For a moment, his heart leaped—then he heard a clink, and realized she'd taken something out and tossed it onto the floor.

His hunting knife?

“Wait,” he managed, trying and failing to look away from her gorgeous eyes. “What's—”

“Shh. Hush. Shush.” Her finger went to his lips, and his words died in their sleep. Her smile had him spellbound. “Such a brave, strong hunter you'll make for Her.”

“W-Wh—”

“Hush.”

Though her voice reverberated with unquestionable force, her smile was no less beatific as she reached up to the back of his head, fingertips running over the part of his scalp where he'd cut his hair short. Her touch felt nice. He felt a strange prickling in his mind, a fuzziness, like his brain was a limb that had just kind of… fallen asleep. “There's no need to fret. I'm going to take care of everything for you, Jac.”

Jac's lips parted. No sound came out. He realized her lower wings were slithering around him, hooking behind his knees—

She leaned in and kissed him, and it was like something inside him just... melted. Her warmth, her heat, her softness, all of it flooded into him, and it was even better than her sweet voice echoing in his head, her tongue slipping past his lips, her lips soft and wet and perfect as a hand reached down to rub against his bulge...

She broke away with a smile. Jac swayed, his head spinning. Ellie was so radiant, so perfect, so... so...

“Such a good boy!” she was cooing. Her praise melted over him like thick syrup. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his head, but— “So good for me! Oh, so wonderful! Such a good, handsome boy!”

“B-Buht—”

She stroked his hair. “I'm rewarding you, silly boy,” she whispered, her smile full of nothing but adoration. “Oh, mortals are so precious at this moment. Don't you see? You’re wonderful. Our Goddess loves you. But no mortal is perfect.” Her hand kept rubbing.

“Nngh—”

“But I can fix you, sweet boy.” She stroked his hair. “I can make you perfect for Her. You just need to be… purified.”

“I—whuh—”

She smiled widely. There were tiny fangs hidden among those teeth, and those eyes glittered, predator eyes, wolf eyes. “You must kneel for worship, my love,” the angel said sweetly.

The wings tugged beneath his knees.

His knees hit the floor.

Jac stared up at Ellie, wide-eyed, lost, as her entire form shimmered and pulsed down on him. He whimpered. His head was too... too foggy, too fuzzy, too... and her headpets, they felt so nice, so calming, so dizzying...

He watched his angel reach up and grasp her halo. There was a shimmering flicker, a flash, and a part of its light seemed to split away into her hands. She pulled away what almost looked like a separate, smaller glimmering halo, and in that moment, it looked like nothing less than a collar. “Be good for me,” she cooed, “and for our Goddess, little fox~”

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As I said. The angels of the stars are dangerous and alien, but the angels who've fallen and sworn themselves to gods... well, it depends on the god, doesn't it?. Saint Artemis is the Wolf in Sheep's Clothing, the goddess of hunters and traitors, among other things. Her angels scare the wits out of me, and if you've got any sense, you'll be scared of them, too. Of course, the only thing the huntresses love to punish more than arrogance is fear. Maybe just try not to attract their attention in general. You don't want to become one of her dumb, pampered 'hounds'.

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#angel #glowpebble path #mind control #dubcon #collar #reverse corruption #pet play

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gigglinggoblin · 9 months ago

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Stars-Aligned

(featuring art from SleepyGayCutie!) [Twitter / itch.io]

[An except from my Patreon exclusive short story, Stars-Aligned!]

“However did you find your way up here, my love?”

My love. Those words again. Clara quivered slightly. She didn't know this... this woman. This being. She'd never felt so utterly naked beneath someone's stare, like every part of herself was being peeled away from her and examined, judged. She needed the angel to stop staring. She needed to say something.

“I. I.” She swallowed. “F-Fuck, I, s-sorry—”

The angel's face fell. “Oh! Oh, my love, no, you mustn't!”

“Mustn't w—” Clara was cut off as she felt two of those more delicate lower wings encircling her hips to pull her in closer. She tried to hold onto the train of thought, but her mind felt so… buzzy. Distant.

“Please, my love, please!” The intensity of the angel's stare, her... grief... it made Clara's breath catch. It made Clara's heart stop. “You mustn't defile your fair tongue with such… foulness!”

Your fair tongue. Why did that make Clara blush so hotly? The angel was just so... so beautiful, so flawless, so perfect, and her touch felt so wonderful, her slender fingers caressing Clara's neck, the wings encircling her waist so tenderly as they pulled her into the angel's warmth...

What... what was happening to her? Everything felt so... so darn... weird...

“P-Please,” Clara managed, trying and failing to break the angel's intoxicating gaze. “Please, stop staring at me, I can't...”

“Stop staring?” The angel did not. “Whatever for? You would deny me your beauty, my love?”

Clara whimpered, longing to duck her head, to hide her burning cheeks, to hide herself from those probing, all-aware eyes. “I—I just—you, um—”

“Tell me how you came here.” The eyes glittered with a gravity Clara couldn't deny. They tugged at her, pulled her in. Clara felt warm. Warm and soft. “Please, my love.”

“I.” Clara licked her lips. “I, um.” Words started to spill out of her, uncontrolled, without order. “My—I was—there was a, a summoning—I mean, a circle, and I went inside, I was—the—there was, um, it was a, I saw moon dust on the coat and I realized she was—c-came running—” What was she doing? What was she even trying to say? She couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t control herself, couldn’t even understand the words as they came tumbling clear of her buzzing mind. “And—and I stepped inside, and I felt a—and I passed out, I-I didn't actually see, but—”

She stopped short.

Again, the angel's face had fallen into grief.

“A summoning circle?” the angel whispered. She sounded horrified. She pulled Clara in closer, almost protectively. “Oh, no, my love. Oh no, no, no, no. You were dealing in magic!”

“W-What?” Clara was a little too dazzled by the feeling of the angel's body pressing against her to muster a full response, her face level with the angel's indulgent cleavage. The angel’s chest was just inches away. “N-No, I...”

“You poor, lost thing.” The angel grabbed her face, smooshing her cheeks, and, without warning, pulled Clara face-first into her breasts. Clara tried to squeal, but any sounds she could make were muffled, allowing only helpless moans. The angel was strong. Heat radiated all around Clara, pulsed into her head, her mind, her whole body. The angel's skin was flawlessly smooth, unspeakably soft... “You mustn't do magic, not ever! That’s just dreadful! Do you not know that magic is among the very, very worst Sins a mortal can fall victim to?”

But I didn't, Clara wanted to cry, hating the anguish in her angel's voice. I didn't, I wouldn't—!

“Thank goodness you found me,” the angel cooed in her ear, and Clara trembled with pleasure at that radiant twinkling voice filling her mind. “You may let me take care of you now, my love. I have you, and I shan't let anything hurt you ever again.”

Clara gulped.

The angels of the Glowpebble Path are perfect, holy beings, devoid of malice and pure of conscience. They adore mortals, delight in our joy, and wish only to take care of us. They are utterly alien and extremely dangerous, and those that haven't fallen down to earth are ten times so. I would rather face a demon. Even so, I know if I ever met an angel in person, I would love her instantly and unconditionally. How can you feel any other way for someone like that?

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#my writing #flashfic preview #sleepygaycutie #angel #glowpebble path #mind control #smut

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gigglinggoblin · 1 year ago

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Not at all! Go for it!

Favorite hypno-related adjectives?

Two that are definitely in my top 10 are “compliant” and “mindwiped.” Uuunnfff. You?

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gigglinggoblin · 2 years ago

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ok inspired by last reblog (the urge to say LRT is overwhelming, smh) but

subtop begging their dombottom to grant them entrance to their hole, to finally allow them inside, to engulf and surround and swallow them whole with the all-consuming warmth of their walls that squeeze the last remnants of thought from their subtops mind, while the dombottom laughs meanly and pets their hair and calls them a good toy

#oh my GOSH #omg #oh my word #hmm #eyes emoji #ns/fw #vampire #aaaaah #dubious consent

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gigglinggoblin · 2 years ago

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#omegaverse #betcha never thought you'd see me posting that tag #and let us hope that I will never use it here again #yet if that tag is not soon to be heard in every corner of the We

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gigglinggoblin · 2 years ago

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Is now the WORST time to start a hypno themed content channel? (Yes, but do it anyway!)

So this is going to be a wild ride into hypnosis content creation, inspired a lot by my recent return to making it and how things have shifted over the years. This is in no way trying to deter people from making content, quite the opposite, I want to inspire others to take this as a sign to go for it if you've been thinking about it.

So WTF is going on online?

Welcome to YouTube a platform where anyone with some good ideas can start their own hypnosis channel. A place where you can be a spiral with text, an asmr creator moonlighting as a hypnotist, full cam video or an anime girl with a passion for mind breaking. It's actually wild how things have evolved and I love the shift in the medium. Back in the early days of hypnosis YouTube it really was the wild west, and a lot was able to slip by the community guidelines without a blink of an eye, and I should know, I really did push my luck with some of my own videos. YouTube isn't the only platform in this situation now where you can do hypnosis. You have here on tumblr, twitter (or x, make up your mind Elon), patreon, soundgasm, hypnohub, devient art, twitch. Name a platform or site and odds are someone is doing hypnosis there. This is great because it means the community is growing and the potential reach is expanding but it also means that working as a hypnosis creator is now harder than ever.

Back in 2017 I started a YouTube channel which I had no clue would as of today lead me to 95k subscribers and my entire income being funded through patreon. But if you look at my content from then to now there had to be some massive leaps to keep my name and my work in peoples attention span. Most content creators don't last years, I know I am an outlier and not a norm. This is due to the fact that over time tastes change, the algorithm changes to reflect this audience shift and what you did back then is just not good enough comapred to now. I had to be drastic to weather the storms of mental health, physical health, audience rention and analytics galore, branding shifts, shifts in community. It's all a lot to deal with but if you want to do this in any format you have to be ready to put yourself through it to be a success and even then I look at my work now and I don't think it's truly successful, yet.

I haven't made it and I don't think I ever will because that "made it" feeling, the top of the hill, is such a subjective metric that's hard to describe. Back in 2017 if you'd asked me, "Secret, when will you know that you are a great creator?" and I would have told you, "100k on YouTube, I want my silver play button." I still do want it, but not like I did before. Before it was clout to be quite honest. 100k means you are powerful enough to do what you want to do, to be able to reach brands, to make friends and collab with the bigger channels, to have people look at you and take you seriously as a creator. But none of that matters now. Subscribers are less important than ever. What matters now is attention. Retention. Clicks, engagement and views.

Now back in 2020 I was really rude. I made a video called Seduced into Obedience that blew up my channel. It got half a million views before YouTube made me take it down earlier this year. It's an achievement I could never expect to relive and it was all based on cheating the system. See I knew that back in "the day" people loved doing those audios on YouTube where you would "comment I am a good slave" in the comments. Knowing what I know about YouTube I decided to run a little test, an experiment on my channel. A risk that I thought just might pay off and if not, oh well, worth a try. I made an audio with the aim of making people like it, and comment in the comments. In the same style of those before me, I took a concept that was not often seen and honestly a little stupid, I made it and the worst part is, it worked. It got me seen by huge content creators in the mainstream who memed on me for it. It skyrocketted in views and kept going. It was my first video to hit 100k on YouTube and it is a moment that will never happen again. It was age restricted which killed the growth but the channel kept going and it wasn't a viral hit, but it was a dark horse that built my reputation on YouTube and then I went and changed everything.

Why change if it was going so well?

So one thing about the internet is you have to follow the success where it takes you. I could have made several more Seduced audios for YouTube and in fact I did do that for a little while but, tastes change. I changed. I stopped doing what I was doing and started being a vtuber, a faceless creator and I got into ASMR. At the time ASMR roleplaying was massive so this was a strategy I wanted to try, mix my love of acting and fantasy with my love of hypnosis see what happens. It worked pretty well as those videos also started doing pretty good and now I have a bunch of videos over 100K on YouTube. But this also trapped me in a box. Now I have had time to have a break and come back I noticed, YouTube especially is really hard on ASMR creators. It's hard on hypnosis creators. It's hard on creators because the platform is loaded with content. You have to be unique to stand out. You have to play to your audience. You have to gain people's attention through interest and ideas that are still fresh but not too specific to turn away the people who watch you. It's a battle to keep it going and it's one I have made many, many mistakes in. You have to give your audience the most, but not too much. You have to be avaible to people in the comments, but not too much. It's a fine balancing act and one that will drive you insane if you don't have a great support system.

So why am I sharing this with you?

I'm at a stage in my career as a creator where I am fearless to try new stuff. I am trying not to care about my reputation as a domme or as a person (more on that in a later essay, I'm sure). I'm trying to lead with my creative spirit and not be upset when a video doesn't "hit" or "pop off". I'm not going to leave a livestream anymore and cry because no one came to see me do a thing. I'm splitting my time between making music, gaming and creating fun things for me and making hypnosis and asmr roleplays for the people who want it and not being sad if my song doesn't go viral right away. Because recently after a death in my family, a health scare that nearly ended my career and the loss of a huge opportunity that turned out not to work for me, I have learned that life is too short not to make the fun things I want.

I want to share with content creators that doing this fulltime is scary and it is hard. It is tough to see posts do nothing. It's scary to see that platforms want to ban hypnokink. It's rough to have other creators disown you for being the wrong kind of degen. But if this is your passion and your dream to make this work, you can do it.

How do you get noticed in this challenging environment?

Lead with passion and your own point of view.

I'm not kidding here, it's the best and worst advice I can give you. Too different and you alienate people, not different enough and you aren't memorable. But you have to lead with passion. Passion carries through the screen. People can hear it in your voice, see it in your work. But outside of that, here are some other things you might want to think about if you are going to commit to making content of any kind:

Who is your target audience? If you say yourself, great! What do you like? What do you want? What are you goals with interacting with content? Follow that.

What is your brand (and can you say it in a single sentence) I'm literally not kidding. If you can't describe what you do in one sentence your branding needs work. Eg, hi I'm Secret and I'm a hypnotic nyanpire from New Zealand.

If someone was to see you on the internet, what should they remember? The other day I got a great comment on a piece of art I commed, "I saw this and I immediatly thought of Secret Subject, and then I looked and saw it was posted by her", your branding should be that strong because people see thousands of posts a day. What makes you different? For me, it's purple. It's goth mommy. It's cats and bats. Find your vibe and own it. Do not be afraid to double down and make your entire thing about it. Everytime I get art made, I make it about my character and it must have purple hair because that keeps the brand strong in someone's mind.

What is your purpose? For me without a goal of "this is why I make the content I do" I would be lost and unmotivated. Find your why and write it down, put a post-it on the wall. Tell a friend. Whatever you need to remind you, this is why I do what I do. When times are hard or you run out of steam/ideas go back to this and really hone into what it is you want to say.

Own your mistakes and bad days. We all have them. That thing didn't do well. That video wasn't great. There was a mistake in this thing or I accidentally made a tweet that went viral for all the wrong reasons. It happens. Be honest with yourself but exercise kindness. Own your mistakes and show people you are human even if you play as an anime vampire catgirl online.

Make connections for the right reasons. As an ex-vtuber I can tell you it's hard when people use you or befriend you "for something". It's okay to build business connections and make this all about business but be honest with people, it does go a long way. Have respect for people who are fellow creators and if you seriously are looking for "friends" that's fine but also know that being friends and colleagues in content are not the same and the lines get very blurry at times.

Be persistant instead of consistent. You've probably been told "constancy is key" a bunch here, hell, you may have heard it from me. I used to teach this as part of my content class at cons but it's not as important as just sticking with it. We are not robots. We can't just all schedule tweets to go out perfectly timed and are all amazingly funny all the time. You need time to come up with quality so take it, but do not give up. If you give up and throw in the towel often you won't make it. Especially on social media. Taking a break or hiatus is fine, I just had one myself, but if you everytime it gets too hard say "I'm done" and then come back on a cycle you are just hurting yourself.

Perfection is a creativity killer. Just post that thing. Sometimes just posting that thing will lead to a new classic for the community.

Time to make your mark

I'm still grinding, we all are still out here making it happen in our own ways. I am so excited to watch the next gen of hypnosis creators florish and thrive. I am a huge simp for my friends who take on this challege because they all work so hard and have so much passion for this weird niche kink we all have. I am in awe of people who feel the fear of this journey and keep doing it. I'm in awe of people who started before me and are still here doing it, because it is not easy and I am over pretending it is.

We need diversity in content and especially in hypnosis kink. I am a person from New Zealand, a small country where a lot of us tend not to make a big splash in the world. People like me don't get the kind of platform I am lucky and insanely grateful to have. I encourage you to take your point of view as a kinkster, and make your mark on the world too. Play safe, care about your content and do good. Remember that you don't need thousands of dedicated fans to be popular and you can be someones favorite regardless of how "seen" your work is.

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