#K spirals

[kitkatpancakestack]

"I just can't believe Eddie would be so messy" this man has never had any aspect of his life together ever let's pls stop lying to ourselves

[neneisadumbpuppy]

(Hope this works🩷)

[vehemourn]

gift for a user on the FR forums :]

[im-goodpup]

Hypnosis

I’ve been doing some hypnosis these last few days and I’ve arrived to the conclusion that I love it.

Being all trancey and fuzzy for Owner, while trying to keep my eyes focused on the messages.

Feeling all the thoughts just vanish with a few sweet words and a simple “drop”.

So so empty and dependent on orders, mouth slightly open and drool falling all over my shirt (and tits later).

Just the thoughts of giving my mind to Owner and being a mindless pet is turning me on again~

[prettypleasedestroyme]

i love sneaky trigger phrases that drop you into the most serene state of bliss. it's also a reason why i'm suck a fan of the covert induction and covert hypnosis.

slowly spiraling down, not even realizing you're getting tongue tied in the conversation. your body is melting into the couch and you just think it's normal, you're relaxed, and you trust this person. they're you're friend, how on earth could they ever hypnotize you.

gaslighting yourself into believing you're just tired because it's late in the day, even though it's only the afternoon. until they say the trigger in the most nonchalant way they can, watching the eyes roll to the back of your head and your body give out, loose and limp, slipping down into the pure divine comfort of trance.

bonus points for the trigger being any ole word and not trance related. how evil and mischievous i definitely don't want this happening to me...cough cough nudge nudge.

[meren-mindgames]

TW: forced intox, consensual spiking

Still kind of can’t believe I once went traveling for a day and half to see a girl, and immediately spiked one of her drinks while she ran to the restroom. Just a few minutes later she couldn’t move, but was fully aware of everything being done to her.

You’ve not lived until you’ve gotten to do whatever you want to a living Pleasure Doll. The pure panic in her eye realizing she’s losing control, while you just smile at her…. Having a Doll to grope, to position, to lock in place staring at spirals to assault her brain while she can’t resist. That power is nothing short of intoxicating. Only second to the moment the panic washes into acceptance of defeat. She can’t stop you, she might as well enjoy it. She’s already in her tight black bodysuit, she’s already on display.

No wonder I get told I talk like an anime villain. I kind of am.

[biscuitscheesebiscuits]

Reading physical copies of The Queen's Thief series for the first time and realizing that the maps in them are inconsistent???

[crows-home]

A little fic about Vince the day before things went to hell. Warnings for mentions of cannibalism, murder, blood.

It will go like this:

[Un]

“What’s this?” Rody will ask, surprised as he looks down at the plate you present him with. You will keep him late, after all the chefs have left for the day. Just the both of you, so you can savor the reaction, all to yourself.

“It’s-” for you. It’s a gift. It’s that ex-girlfriend you can’t shut up about, but who will now nourish you in ways you could never return. It’s all your love, neatly presented. It’s my heart, bared before you. It’s yours. Take it.

“-leftovers.” you will say instead.

[Also on Ao3]

[Deux]

Rody will take the plate, equal parts confused and curious. Tilt his head to the side and hum, like some mutt. He’ll eat it here, in the restaurant, he won’t take it home like he’s been doing all week. You won’t give him the choice.

He’s so stupid- too uncultured to comment on the presentation, but that’s not what you will focus on. 

The fork will sink into the meat, into its pre-cut slices, nicely. You will note the way his lips wrap around the utensil, how his eyes will widen as the flavor seeps in. Pupils will dilate and his breath will catch, so clear and damning in the echoing kitchen. You’ll note the way his throat bobs around the swallow, and the way he will grin.

[Trois]

“Vince!” Rody will look at you. His eyes will shine, that warm honey golden brown that haunts your dreams. His gaze is admiring, reverent. “This is amazing!”

You won’t be able to stop the way your heart will thump in your chest, so loud you will wonder if he can hear it. You’ve never been able to so far. Maybe it will be more. Maybe it will beat so fast it’ll leave you feeling winded. How will you cope? You should prepare for that.

“I know.” you will respond, airily, after taking a deep breath.

He’ll dig in, clean his plate with a gusto, the way no one has ever done before. It will disgust you, the way he shoves food in his mouth. Uncultured pig. But beneath the disgust will be a bone deep satisfaction that you’ve never felt before, so you can’t imagine it now.

[Quatre]

While he eats, Rody will look up at you, every emotion clear as day on his face. Like it always is. He’ll be so clearly impressed and grateful and yes, happy. You will have made him happy.

And he would say:

“Whatever you did this time, it really worked. It’s so rich and the spices are blended so well! So moist and the baste is-”

Ah. No, not that. Rody’s not- he hasn’t got a sophisticated palate to have those opinions. He’d probably chew through half a boot without noticing anything wrong.

Maybe…

“They were so wrong about you,” he will look you in the eye. Trusting, honest, raw. Your mouth waters. “Those articles. The critics. You’ve always had it in you. This is just- it’s so good, Vince! I can taste the heart that went into this.”

Yes.

[Cinq]

He’ll ask if there are any more leftovers, desperate and hungry for more. You’ll say no, that’s all you had, just to delight in the disappointment that washes over him. Of course he will- it’s the best thing he’s ever had. He’ll be ruined, after this. He won’t be able to get the taste out of his mouth let alone settle for anything other than your cooking.

Now you know. Now you are able to- to touch people, like this. Touch him like this, in a way you will never experience. That’s a power that you’ll never give up.

So you will tell him no, sorry, that’s all that was left.

“What’s your favorite food, Rody?”

“Hm?”

I’ll make it for you next. There’s plenty of meat left.

“You never told me.”

“Still don’t have one…” He rubs his chin and looks up. Where will the two of you be then? Still in the kitchen? Or will you have this conversation outside, after the dishes are left and as you shut and lock the door behind you? Every thought about her will be so far from his mind as you both leave her- what’s left of her- in the freezer.

“Although,” he’ll smile at you, cheeks flushed and oh so happy. So alive. “I guess tonight my favorite is- whatever you make!”

--

“Shit!”

The knife slips out of Vincent’s hand and clinks against the tile floor.

He blinks back to himself, away from the daydream, and scowls. His breathing is labored and his face is flushed.

“Always distracting me, even when he’s not around…”

He bends down with a sigh and picks up the knife. He takes extra care to step around the puddles of blood to make it to the sink and rinse it off. Too much blood, so much more than he’s used to, is making things more slippery than he’s used to, but the general process is the same. Second nature for him.

It doesn’t disgust him- what he’s done. Who he’s done it to. Her eyes weren’t the familiar brown he ached for. Her hair was too light, too neat, not the wild, fiery ginger mess that’s been dashing around his dining room. Barely presentable for his job but- it’s soft. Vincent knows it’s soft. His hand remembers the way it felt underneath his skin when he dried Rody off.

Vincent shivers again, and realizes the tap water is still running.

Shutting it off, he makes his way back to the counter. There’s still much to prepare before the day begins.

—

The countdown doesn’t even begin; Rody just had to go snooping where he doesn’t belong. 

Now there’s blood, his blood, that fills your mouth. His cartilage, soft and squishy between your teeth. You swallow it down. A piece of him, inside you.

Rody staggers and screams, his expression growing more horrified, pained, disgusted by the second. His eyes go buggy and he brings his left hand up to his wound, he’s crying. No. No, no, no, no-

You think about his smile. His kind, soft, moronic, naive eyes were supposed to be fixed on you, were supposed to find you. It wasn’t supposed to be this way-

He’ll never love you now.

It’s- it’s his fault. All of this. Here you were, trying to do something nice, and he spits it back in your face. It’s not like you were ever going to tell him what [who] he was eating. He could have lived in blissful ignorance. Happy, content, with you-. He would have forgotten about her eventually.

He calls you insane, and he might be right, but he doesn’t have to be so dramatic about it.

Ugh- now he’s accusing you of being a fucking cannibal, Jesus Christ. Imbecile. Your eye almost twitches in annoyance. Of course he’d jump to that conclusion, it’s not like he uses his brain to think for more than two seconds. You ought to take the other ear, for that. Or a finger. A hand.

…An arm. A leg. Your eyes trace his body, slowly.

Did- did his ear taste like anything, going down? You can’t remember. It- maybe it did. Maybe what you need is something meatier.

The girl never would have tasted like anything to you and in hindsight, of course she wouldn’t have. Maybe not even to Rody either. You never loved her, and she never loved you. Rody, though… Rody would be made with all your love. That’s what people talk about, right? That’s what you needed all along.

He comes to the realization at the same time you do. Your eyes meet. Honey brown. Alive, alive, raw.

He’s what you needed all along.

[kitkatpancakestack]

I'm so sorry I can't let this go bc like if I was just some normal fucking firefighter at the 118 trying to clock in and do my shit with as little fanfare as possible before clocking out, I'd be so sincerely pissed off at the whole medal ceremony. And then imagine having to SIT through it. "Oh sorry honey I can't pick up the kids from school this afternoon. Yeah I gotta stay and watch the firehouse nutjobs get rewarded for their genuinely idiotic behavior. No it's not a prank. Yeah I don't think I get paid enough for this shit either. Alright see you at home after Im forced to look all these freaks in the eye and congratulate them on something that would have gotten literally anybody else fired." Like be sooo serious rn I'd be taking this shit straight to Taylor Kelly, like I got some new information for your next tell all book on these whackadoos, don't forget to compensate me bc my own job sure fucking won't.

[gammija]

Holiday doodle fanart of the most recent chapter of @formiana 's fic, Revolving Doors!

Martin's been really going through it. 'it' being hundreds of iterations of the same November 19th. but he's fine now. Pay no attention to the spiders

[cult-of-the-eye]

Tarchivist makes me insane like actually feral like would he joke with Sasha about how she deserved the job really but there would be an undercurrent of resentment?? Would he succumb to the paranoia and fear faster because of his lack of Sasha as a strong ally? Would he stick to Jon instead, who would feed the paranoia, and toss aside Martin pushing him further towards the lonely? Would jmart happen in quiet corners of the archives rather than being anchored in the Head Archivist's office? Or maybe Martin would be Not-Themmed and it would just be Tim and Jon in their simmering hurt being forced to work together? Jon would succumb to the web and Tim would bring a whole new meaning to taking people's statements...I have a lot to think about...

[dulcewrites]

Olga Orozco, from Engravings: Torn from Insomnia: “To Destroy the Enemy,” // Anne Carson, The Oresteia: Agamemnon, The Libation Bearers, The Eumenides // Rebecca Ferguson as Lady Jessica in Dune // Olivia Cooke and Tom Glynn-Carney as Queen Alicent and Prince Aegon II in House of the Dragon // Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale // Wenzel Tornøe details // The Trojan Woman

Cassandra Devereux, Queen Consort of the Seven Kingdoms // Queen of Ash and Bone // Queen of Grief

[ecoamerica]

Watch the American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 now: https://youtu.be/bWiW4Rp8vF0?feature=shared

The American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 broadcast recording is now available on ecoAmerica's YouTube channel for viewers to be inspired by active climate leaders. Watch to find out which finalist received the $50,000 grand prize! Hosted by Vanessa Hauc and featuring Bill McKibben and Katharine Hayhoe!

[wecantalktomorrow]

.

[kitkatpancakestack]

Marisol gtfo girl 😭 when he won't share his Google calendar with you that's the first sign honey PLEASE 😭 also he don't even know your last nameee 😭 girl u r in his phone as The Nun and you know it

[miminii-k]

- it wasn’t so bad

- wasn’t it?

[swirlingiris]

Good toys don't touch~

Good toys wait~

Good toys don't touch~

Good toys wait~

good tous wait good toys dont tkuch good tkys wair goodtoya dont tiuchg ood tots wqitbill be goof illbegoid ill be goos

[ecoamerica]

Watch the 2024 American Climate Leadership Awards for High School Students now: https://youtu.be/5C-bb9PoRLc

The recording is now available on ecoAmerica's YouTube channel for viewers to be inspired by student climate leaders! Join Aishah-Nyeta Brown & Jerome Foster II and be inspired by student climate leaders as we recognize the High School Student finalists. Watch now to find out which student received the $25,000 grand prize and top recognition!