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live oasis reaction

99% of oasis seekers give up after the first mirage

Only 1% reach the oasis, never give up 🏝️

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more bazaar today. come hang out and talk to me

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パンケーキ

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パンケーキ

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パンケーキ

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have been debating streaming for quite a while. currently waiting on some audio equipment to arrive but thought I'd just start doing things anyway. come look at vtuber me play video games

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begging and pleading for people to learn and become skilled enough in hypnosis and connection to be able to communicate like this.

practice forever until you reach the deep and true bliss of communication directly from one heart to another.

Hypnosis is really good for trick mind reading, but you have to be careful because it DOES sometimes cross into real telepathy

"Haha funny joke" but I guarantee you the people who know what I'm talking about are like "yeah"

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i really like this bit of writing from loop hero

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yayy

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Corrupting an Angel

She truly is beautiful. You couldn’t be more proud of your creation, the perfection of the angel you had poured your blood, sweat, and tears into over the past few days was unquestionable. Flowing locks of tightly curled chocolate brown hair kissed her soft pale shoulders, freckles spread across her entire body. As you put the final touches to your creation, a blazing halo forms and hangs over her head, casting airy shadows down her body. The ring of light is both too beautiful and too painful to look at for long, its beauty only matched by the wide snow-white wings which drape downwards from her back, slightly spread and showing off the pillowy feathers which you had adorned them with. You reached out to touch with quivering anticipation only for her to reach up and take your hand in hers, shaking her head quietly. “Please, mother. Don’t touch them, they’re not for mortal hands.”

You pause a moment, taken aback by the beauty of her voice even as she denies your embrace. The moment quickly passes, however, as rage begins to well in your heart. How dare she? You’re the sole reason she exists, her very reason for being, and she’s denying you your right as her creator? Your face twists into a scowl, causing her own expression to slip into an inquisitive glance. “Mother? Are you alright? You look flushed…” Her words break the dam which had been holding back your fury, your rage spilling outwards as you reach towards her, grabbing her by the throat. She squeaks out in protest, her eyes peering up to you pleadingly as you squeeze her vocal chords together, leaving her unable to protest as you glare down at her, your chest heaving as it fills with want and desire. You push her firmly onto her back, forcing her wings to splay out behind her or risk being crushed by her body, your firm grasp tightening a moment as you’re overcome with the pristine beauty of your creation’s wings. You loosen your grasp on her throat, your other hand reaching up to touch her wings. This time she doesn’t dare stop you, tears filling her eyes as your gaze voraciously devours her naked frame, the trembling fear of the poor thing below you filling you with an immense sense of power. You watch as her entire body seems to twitch every time your fingers glide over her wings, each gentle tug on one of her feathers causing a shuddering moan to rise from her throat. “M-Mother… please…” She begs, but you don’t pay her words any mind, simply continuing to enjoy yourself. Your breathing becomes shaky and shallow as you continue to grope her wings, the angel’s tears forming a pool beneath her head as she begins to utter prayers to the goddess whose name you invoked to create her. You don’t care, you let her have her petty comforts as you continue to exercise your right to what’s yours.

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Citizen Illegal, José Olivarez

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Why are you crying?

// SA, grooming, trauma

Why are you crying?

You were just with the girl you like. The girl who took a liking to you, too. She was kind, cool as hell, she met your energy.

You had met a few weeks ago at the local trans support group, and you liked her right away. And she's just as much a freak as you. You got along well. You were so interested in her.

And she was interested in you. A fact that left you feeling delighted. She had some kinks that are different than yours, but that's okay. You were curious kinda curious about one though. Not that you had any experience or understand of it.

You got to know each other a bit. You were in a safe community. You were in a safe place. You knew she was a good person, and that she was pretty hot.

And then! Today! You start talking again, and she offers to get in her backseat and have some fun. Holy fucking shit, she wants to hook up. Fuck yes.

You let your friend, who drove you this time, know that you'd be getting another ride home. You sat and flirted with her some more. People started leaving for the night, restaurant closes soon. So you get up with her.

You walk with her to your car.

You hope she's going to fuck you. Or just like a really good makeout session. She opens the backseat door for you, and you climb in.

She climbs in next, closing the door.

You go with the flow, chatting about whatever, letting her take the lead. That's what you both wanted, anyways.

She gets right up to you. She tells you that she's going to hurt you. You know and understand this. You chose to get in her car knowing this.

She tells you not to move a muscle. You eagerly obey, and you even make sure to be quiet. And you get ready for her to hurt you.

She does.

You're talking in the car again, you don't really remember what it was about. Things are going good, the two of you are really hitting it off. She takes you home, chatting and flirting the whole way.

She pulls into your driveway and you get out, walking inside. You notice she's making sure that you get inside safe. That's so nice of her. You really appreciate it.

You wave goodbye as you open the door, and she pulls away and leaves. You walk inside.

Why are you crying so hard?

Why are you running up to take a shower?

Why are you holding yourself while you sob?

Why are you still scrubbing?

You need to get it off of you, you know that.

What are you trying to get off of you?

Why doesn't the scrubbing help?

Why are you crying?

After all, you wanted this.

Right?

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mike's hard carapace

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been watching redo of healer. the concept makes you think it's going to be the most slop thing in existence but they keep putting effort in and it's neat. every episode past the first couple has been surprising me with the amount of things actually happening.

go watch more deranged anime.

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mothst'd've

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you can call me "Handler."