#mmmmmmm hopefully

[raiiny-bay]

idk wip i guess

[utterdrip]

ghbfjdnfbgk uwu hi, same anon. again. but if you do get freecam working, highly HIGHLY recommend taking a look at his graveyard scene for the fist clenching and restless fingers bc it’s soooooo. like he starts the scene talking about cazador and his hands just keep clenching and unclenching like he’s trying to calm himself down, but he completely stops when he turns to tav and tells them he doesn’t want to lose them. you can fully see him relax when he switches from talking about the past to talking about the future. i saved footage of it just to look back at bc it’s the most obvious shift i could find 😭😭

HI friendo welcome back yes lovely lovely wren was able to help me out and i got it working again!!!

and Thank You for the tip i DEFINITELY SHALL but do u wanna know smth funny and wild

i was literally thinking like. yesterday or smth about how much i loved the Darcy Hand Flex from the 2005 P&P and how simple that gesture was to indicate like discomfort mixed with yearning. an odd dichotomy of feelings not fully realized and uh what im sayingnis

the beautiful beautiful way the writers and creators were able to like. incorporate such a minute detail that the camera DOESNT EVEN FOCUS ON but smth that is like. a constant for his character. and an obvious shift and change depending on the topic and auauahsvshj

[prismaticutie]

I PLAYED OMEGA STRIKERS FOR 3 HOURS AND I JUST LOST EVERY SINGLE GAME EXCEPT FOR THE LAST ONE WHERE I DID SO WELL THAT ON THE SECOND SET I WAS ACTUALLY MVP AND GOT BAROQUE BANDITRY TO FUCKING PLAY LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOO

[astral-catastrophe]

Do I have any mutuals who are in college or are teachers? Bc I might need some advice

[alalwayswrites]

Gluttony

An unsettling feeling sets in,

a tumult of nausea and

illness blankets my thoughts.

I have filled myself with

chocolate decadence,

glutted myself with

cups of tea.

I get up,

to get more?

Sweet velvet

with a crunch of salt

gilds my mind.

Or perhaps another

cup, to sooth the budding

anxiety. The thought of

liquid makes my stomach turn,

and food makes my tongue burn.

I get up, and I am no better.

I turn to my kitchen,

this is not right.

Then

It dawns

I HAVE TO PEE!!!

[scawch]

I think mostly I wish I was standing at the edge of the sea and screaming. just screaming. very loud and very long. I suppose the tip of a mountain would be good too but I don’t know where I’d find one of those.

[kairiscorner]

So I was watching the live adaptation of the addams family (released in 1991)

AND MHIEEEE,,,,,,,,

There’s this one scene where Gomez is looking down at Morticia

And his dialogue…..

“Look at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her.”

AND I CANNOT, FOR THE LIFE OF ME, STOP THINKING ABT MIGUEL IN THIS SCENE

Like babes have we ever considered gothic!miggy b4 bc

Bc….

ATE NALOLOKA NA PO AKO SAYO /hinimatay ngl i can't see current miggy as a goth, but younger miggy? oh hell yeah, he'd probably try out a goth aesthetic huhu MMMMMMM I WANNA WRITE THIS NGL ACK

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

i mean it when i say... i'd kill for you, i'd die for you. – miguel o'hara x reader

there are times when he has to ask himself, really get himself thinking–"why am i still spider man? for what am i saving all these people who i've never even met before, taking hits from overzealous, insane villains so nobody else gets hurt even though they don't even thank me in the end... living despite the pain of living, loving despite the risk of having my heart broken–that i would be the reason of a loved one's heartache and suffering?"

there are hardly any times when questions of severe existentialism are ever answered early by the vast universe; the answers are hidden, muddled by the cosmos that keep expanding, never to be known by any living mortal–at least, not directly. miguel's dilemma is such, for truly, what is his life when put into the perspective of the grander scheme of things? what is the meaning behind the life he lives when he cannot even get a moment of rest until he's in the grave? what does he come home for, only to leave that home all over again and come back who knows when?

as he swings home, making minimal noise and conspicuous movements towards the window of your bedroom with miguel–he stares for a moment into the room. he's greeted to the very familiar sight of you sleeping soundly by your side, hopefully not suffering any internal turmoil that would discomfort you in your slumber. as you lay there, with your eyes shut and mouth slightly parted–gently snoring and mumbling in your sleep–with the moonlight illuminating your gentle figure, fragile frame... miguel has the answer to a his pondering answered in that one scene of his evening–of his life.

he mustered the courage to enter the room, quietly crawling in like a thief in the night. he shut the window closed after entering and dissipated his suit–leaving him in a pair of dark color briefs. he got under the covers, hoping not to wake you from your seemingly peaceful sleep, and once he snuggled up next to you... he found himself holding his breath in, as if anticipating that at any moment, the multiverse would part you from him and keep him as he always was before you came: miserable, lonely, and empty–without meaning.

your sleeping face was turned to his side, your eyelashes and lips looking so ravishing to miguel to pepper with kisses–your nose looking so... biteable. he smiled to himself slightly and gently pushed back a small lock of your hair behind your ear, shifting his face to move closer to you, to gaze into your lovely face and just soak in all of you.

"look at you... oh, the things i'd do for you; i can't even begin... to tell you..." he muttered, having a one-way conversation with your sleeping figure. he brushed the back of his finger against your cheek slowly, savoring the feeling of your warm skin. "i do all these things, all these things nobody thanks me for, to keep you safe–to see you in this very bed, to hold you another night, see you another day and hear your voice speak my name and tell me you love me..." he murmured, moving his face closer to yours–your lips almost touching, his nose poking yours.

he exhaled and smiled gently up at you. "i mean it when i say i'd die for you... i'd kill for you. nobody else matters to me, not anymore, when all i have left is you." he whispered as he leaned his forehead against yours, giving your nose a small kiss, taking your hand in his and gently squeezing it. whether you heard him or not didn't matter, miguel had finally gotten his answer from the universe somehow–and miguel would repeat to you that answer from the universe again and again and again.

you're the only one he has now, the only one who's never left him and has defied what the multiverse has in store for him–you're all that he loved, loves, and will ever love–until the end of time and space itself, you are all that he wants and needs.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @melovetitties @arachnoia @fictarian @yuridopted0 @ophanimgold @meeom @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @popeheywardssecretgf @smokeywhalee

[aachria]

I am so unbelievably nervous for this chapter pooks you dont even know it andthe title sure doesn't sound very promising at all

Writing as im reading once again but I noticed how long my chapter commentary has been gwtting so I'll tryyyy to Tone It Down but i make no promises. The length of my commentary is only dictated by how absolutely crazy you decide to make this chapter.

Ace and Sabo giving ed a shovel talk is everything ive wanted since the marriage i beg you to let ace live long enough to get mad at ed for not telling him pretty please 😭🙏

Oooh the gift for Sabo i was gonna send an ask abt it since ive been rereading the fic this weekend but i figured you wouldn't forget it

LUFFY AND SABO INTERACT8ONS 😤🦅😭😤🦅😭😤😭🦅😤😭🦅😭😤😭🦅😭🦅😭🦅🙏🙏🗣🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Im very much unready to read the strawhats be separated i have cried too many times reading this fic and im certain this will be the worst to date

STOP 😭 ed's jst going on abt keeping the crew safe and i can feel the tears coming

HOLD ON if ed is in fact staying with luffy, thing i should've guessed from last chapter, does that m3an they're meeting boa? Omg. I am suddenly so much more excited for the next set of chapters, thing that i did not think was possible.

Once again i ask myself when the fuck ed learned gymnastics 😭

Not the "i definitely did that on purpose" after they slam into a fucking building like sure you did 🤨 and i definitely believe you 🤨

"Its as straight as you can get" made me crack up

I will be so completely honest with you i have no idea what the fuck is going on like a good 40% of fights but thats jst because i have trouble translating the moves into a movie in my head

"Adam Sandler? What are you doing here? And in a bright yellow pinstripe suit sounding stoned out of his damn mind, too." I had not expected to laugh this much in this chapter i was fr bracing myself to cry. 🧍‍♀️. Now that i think abt it you might just be lowering our guard so that it hits harder 🤨

AND ED'S SAVIOR COMPLEX HITS AGAIN WITH BLAMING THEMSELVES ONCE MORE !!!

so. Luffy and Ed separation. I cant bring myself to be sad this shit was written so well 😭 just "wait for me" and "ill always find you" ugh just throw an "unquestionably" in there and id cry there could be one every chapter and id still cry every single time

Im so fucking excited for ed to meet coin hopefully next chapter 🤭

Amazing chapter as always!! Surprisingly didnt cry!! Thank you!! I cannot fucking wait for the Wednesday chapter

I pulled out the Rio Romeo you KNOW it was gonna be a rough one.

Tfw you're tying to give your baby brother's S/O the shovel talk but you're also stuck in the scaffolding at your own execution and your baby brother's S/O is also your friend who you have cried about your self worth and daddy issues to.

That fucking black book plot bunny has been hopping around FAR TOO LONG, so I had to take it out back and shoot it and by that I mean finally deliver it to it's intended recipient.

Mmmmmmm Boa

Look Ed had gymnastics beamed directly into their head by GOD does that make sense?

When I write combat I do it 70% for the vibes 20% for the quips and humor and 10% for the actual fighting. If you have no idea what is happening you and I are on the same page.

Ed got them self worth issues in them where the dog should be 💪💪💪

God I cannot wait for Coin & Ed content. Love those two.

I am so proud of you for not crying. I cried writing it. That baby was cooked with TEARS.

[suchathrilltobeagirl]

Hello Katie I love your blog and I think your amazing ❤️. I didn't know how much I liked gurls until I came on to tumblr. And seeing your photos just so turned me on your legs I would love to kiss them all the way up mmmmmmm. I really want to message you but I am so hesitant about doing it .thank you Katie your best and I can't stop thinking about you .please put a post up with you in black stockings as you look lovely and Monday needs Brightling up ❤️🤗🔥🔥🔥❤️

Aw baby, thank you so much for your lovely comments and for such encouragement ... just what I need on a Monday morning!

Hopefully one or other ... maybe both ... of this pics will cheer you up on THIS Monday morning! Ooo and don't be shy, I would love to hear more from you!

Lots of love,

Katie xxx

[crossedsabers10s]

mmmmmmm pookz do you have any words for me to readddddd???????????

I have unearthed this relic from an ancient word doc. It is incomplete, but:

Pouting, Damon tosses his last earring onto the table. It lands next to its brethren, clinking against polished wood. “Stop cheating,” he complains.

He’s losing, which sucks. Losing always sucks, but something about losing to Enzo is especially vexing. Probably because Damon knows the man won’t bring it up, but he will smirk and Damon will just know that he’s thinking about it. Like that time with the snowboards and almost-avalanche. Enzo hadn’t gloated--much--but Damon would look at him and know he was remembering it, but especially the way Damon had finished that race face first in snow.

“Cheating?” Enzo scoffs. “I’m cheating?”

“Yeah. Three straight flushes in a row? At least be more discreet.”

Enzo gestures to the pile of jewelry glittering between them. “And this is good sportsmanship?”

Three sets of earrings and an eyebrow stud glint innocently in the light. “You wear piercings. They count.”

“No,” Enzo tells him. “They don’t. But I suppose I’ll allow it, since you’re so abominable at this.”

“Hey! Fuck you—“

“Maybe later.”

“—I’m great at strip poker!” Damon defends himself. He makes a face at Enzo. “You just cheat.”

Enzo smiles. Damon resists the urge to throw his cards at his stupid face. “Prove it.”

Fangs bared and eyes black, Damon growls. Enzo’s smile kicks up a degree, genuinely amused. Scowling, Damon withdraws his fangs. “I will. Eventually.”

Humming, Enzo reshuffles the cards. Damon tries to keep a sharp eye on him, but is soon distracted by a car approaching. Glancing towards the door, he tries to place the engine but doesn’t recognize it. It cuts off, a door opening then slamming closed. A human heartbeat approaches the house, stopping right at the door. The doorbell rings.

“Expecting visitors?” Enzo asks, sliding Damon’s cards across the tabletop. Damon’s attention snaps back to the other vampire, who offers him a sweet expression. Well, guess he’s losing this hand too.

“No,” he says, not bothering to get up. Hopefully whoever it is will get the hint and go away so that Damon can lose the rest of his dignity in peace.

Besides, they have plans.

The strip poker is more of a time filler, because the club they’re supposed to be going to tonight isn’t open yet, but Damon hasn’t seen his best friend in months and Mystic Falls’ latest Drama™ can wait until morning. Or preferably until tomorrow afternoon, because Damon’s plans include still being clubbing in the morning or at least having spectacular sex. If he doesn’t pass and or black out at some point during the night, then he’s failed his one goal.

The visitor is revealed to be Jenna, who is there to pick up Elena, but Elena and Stefan are still out, so she joins in on the card game while she waits.

With narrowed eyes, Damon reaches up and starts to unscrew the piercing in his tongue.

“Ohmygod,” Jenna mutters to herself. Then she rallies. “You—Uh, you can keep that one over there.”

“Scared of a little bodily fluid?” Damon asks her, but still deposits the little silver ball into an empty bourbon glass.

“I don’t know where you’ve been,” Jenna says, frank.

Wincing, Damon chuckles, “Ouch.”

“Good decision,” Enzo solemnly tells her. He stretches, rolling his shoulders back. Then smirks at Jenna when she has to drag her eyes away.

“So,” she says, just the littlest bit squeakily, “another round?”

Jenna wins. Damon and Enzo are both cheating but she’s great at cards and is taking advantage of them being focused on flirting/bickering with each other.

Did you…? Damon’s tilt of the head asks.

A little wide eyed, Enzo shakes his. No.

Oh. Okay. So Jenna won all on her lonesome then. That’s terrifying. Damon kind of wants to take her to Vegas.

Anyway, Ending A: Stefan and Elena get there in time to watch her absolutely destroy the other two—Enzo’s missing most of his clothes and Damon is too while she’s got the pile by her chair. The two of them enter just in time to interrupt them fully losing their underwear.

Ending B: Stefan and Elena are delayed/Stefan just drops her off at her house and Jenna goes with them to the club.

[songofnoheart]

// mmmmmmm guess who got sick AGAIN

// my immunity system has been screwing me over and over the entire year

// luckily, it usually passes fast, so hopefully I can get all those asks done tomorrow!

[greenjellol]

Literally been struggling to draw anything, so the fact that he looks so fine is mmmmmmm 🤭 hopefully I finish it lmao

[ravenous-feast-of-love]

Mjesti..mmmmmmm............ sizzlesizzle

BOP!!

YAYYYYYY!! My brain is back together again!! I feel sugar running into my arteries!! BOUNCE!!

WEEEE!! I'm back and alive!! honkhonk

Majesty what shall this silly ball do today!! I may have lost a bit of memories after you've eaten half of my brain..

I hope what I lost aren't toooooooooooooo important!! can majesty ramble on what they like!!? I am a verryy curious jester!

Please indulge in my curiosity!! jumpjump

(•̀ᴗ•́ )وanoni ball

Oh! Happy and bouncy again! Very good! ^^

I suppose one of my main interests so far is Malice Mizer and J-fashion

I’ve been wanting to get into the latter, though I have have strict parents. I specifically want to get into ouji fashion. It’s basically a masculine version for Lolita (a cute fashion inspired by rococo and victorian era fashion. Impractical and modest). I wanted to try a more gothic style but sweet coords are also appealing too! I have been searching through taobao alot, and I’ve found a main piece I like! Hopefully I can slowly build up my closet…

I love malice mizer’s song! Specifically from the klaha era! I ADORE his voice! He is trained in opera, so his voice is big and thick- like mine! I hope to sing like him someday. Also Gardenia is a big comfort song of mine, so I really recommend it! It sounds like a wedding song..

My ramblings weren’t much, but I hope they satisfy you.

[toweroftickles]

Magical Wake-Up Call (Cats 2019 Fluff)

Cats, it must be said, are a lazy breed. This is common knowledge. But Victoria was not normally one to lie around in bureau drawers or on windowsills, sunbathing, licking her wrists, doing nothing. Well, except on her birthday.

Her & Misto’s human family had set up a simple oval cat bed, woolly in texture and faded olive green, in the corner of the drawing room and beneath the broad, white-framed window. Midday sun poured in and covered Victoria in a warm puddle of light, and you could see the dust in the air floating carelessly by the edge of her fuzz. A bundled-up peach-colored blanket served as a crude pillow for her while she curled into a comfy little ball, knees at her chest, purring contentedly.

Wow…she looks beautiful. Mr. Mistoffelees’ heart swelled. For the past half hour, a small beige-ish couch across from Victoria had been his resting place, and he was unmoving from a vulture squat.

He didn’t want to disturb her, not for anything, but he was getting antsy and impatient. It was Victoria’s first birthday with the Jellicles, and Misto was determined to make her feel like part of the tribe. With the help of Munkustrap - as he lacked organizational skill himself - he’d successfully encouraged everyone to do something special for her. Bustopher Jones gathered together a whole Jellicle Feast from his usual back-alley haunts. (Or rather, he’d enlisted others to do it for him and snacked on it during the journey over.) Jennyanydots knew how much Victoria loved her cockroaches and had worked out a last-minute mini-routine with them. The calico twins really went all-out, setting up a basket and pulley from an upstairs window to ferry the two above the streets and right to the Egyptian. Hopefully it would be romantic…that was the idea. But the longer Victoria slept, the more everyone else had to wait.

Maybe he could get her attention with something. Misto didn’t yet have any real, proper control over his conjuring tricks…his wand, his cards, and his dice were the only things he could produce with any consistency. But reaching into his hat or coat always seemed to give him exactly what he needed at any given moment. What would be in there today…a paper clip? No, that won’t help. A can of peaches…a flower…a rubber duck…

From inside his sleeve he finally pulled a huge, fluffy brown peacock feather, the kind of quill that some pretentious upper crust debutante would write letters with (or a toy that a cat would play with, were it on the end of a stick). It was the size of his torso and dressed in joyfully squiggly barbs.

He paused. A few glances, back and forth, between his arm and Victoria, and a lightbulb switched on in his head. Misto held his new toy out as he would his magic wand, grinning like a Cheshire, and silently tiptoed up to his mate. Oh, perfect…this'll be fun. 

The feather slowly stroked up and down the arch of Victoria’s foot, several times…it took a second, but the sleepy white kitten shivered. Her toes clenched up. There it was…a big smile.

“MmmmMMM-Hmhm,” a high-pitched giggle slipped out through her nose. Victoria snapped her arms and legs in like a beartrap around her makeshift pillow and struggled to keep her lips glued together. Her thin fingers clasped tightly at her sides, instinctively trying to shield her from further tickle attacks. Though she made efforts to hide her face, Misto still caught a glimpse of that pretty smile peeking out at him.

Now it was a little game for the both of them: for Victoria, to see how long she could pretend to keep sleeping. For Mr. Mistoffelees, how quickly he could make her laugh. And neither was intent on losing.

“Heh-Heh…come on; I know how ticklish you are,” Misto whispered to her, unable to hide his smirk. He had to hold Victoria’s ankles still as her feet tried to flex and squirm away from his giant feather. It tickled back and forth until her cheeks turned pink.

The soft bristles slowly traced across her pale soles…up her leg…on the back of her knee…her thigh…along her waist…toward her neck...every little brush made Victoria's shoulders tremble. She was a squirmy girl. Her tail danced happily in broad swipes like a metronome…tick, tick, tick….she wasn’t fooling anyone.

"Hmhm-Hm! *gasp* Hih-Hng...Nnnnnn," she whined. She was biting her lip, doing a pretty good job bottling her giggles, while the feather kissed her cheek and shyly slid up to her sensitive ears.

Hm…this wasn’t working. Time for drastic measures. Cracking his knuckles, Mistoffelees turned the quill around and scribbled its sharp tip, as if he were writing, in one of the little canyons in between his girlfriend’s ribs.

Aha! Got her! The white cat squealed quite suddenly and covered her face with both hands. Her flushed-pinkish ears sloped back in dreadful embarrassment.

“Heek! Ok ok ok, I can't t-hake any more…I pr-ha-homise to get up, please dohon’t,” she begged him, snickering helplessly. Her laugh had a wilting, musical sugariness that lured Misto in closer.

“Come on, sleepyhead...” Now that he’d won the game, there was no need to be shy. Misto wanted to look like some big, scary monster pouncing on Victoria from behind (just to be playful), though he was hilariously bad at seeming threatening…he couldn’t even manage a decent growl…and following a half-hearted hop, he awkwardly tumbled forward on top of her, snuggling her in his arms.

All ten of his fingers combat-crawled through the fields of snowy fuzz that coated Victoria’s quivery torso, up her belly and ribs, affectionately scratching her soft skin all over until he was tickling in both of her armpits. She wriggled desperately underneath him. Her insides warmed up like she’d just gulped down a mug of hot cocoa.

"Heh...I wonder who's having more fun here; you or me," the magical cat playfully taunted his mate. That just made her laugh even more.

“Heehee! Hih-Hih Hn…Haha, Ha-Ha!” Victoria giggled and giggled but didn’t want to stop, lost in the shower of nibbling kisses that peppered her neck. Her big grin was half from ticklish laughter and half from the sheer fun of tussling and wrestling with her boy. Pulled by her thin wrists, she was turned over on her back, breathless, trembling, and smiling sweetly up at Misto. Their fingers intertwined, palms pushing against each other, with Victoria unable to shove him away. At last she spoke, still a little giddy. “What’s going on?”

Suddenly, from behind her ear, as if he were retrieving a magic disappearing coin, Mr. Mistoffelees produced an elongated metal earring and gently attached it to her. It was sort of similar to the one she'd worn during her mischievous outing with the calicos – a tall shell shape of pearly pink-white texture, dotted with little veins of gold. She reached up and touched the jewelry when she realized it was dangling from her ear. It was a little big for her, but she always felt so beautiful wearing them - like a princess, she sometimes said. She was not vain, but it was a bit of a weakness for her.

“Heh…ha-happy birthday,” Misto told her, blushing. She smiled right back at him.

“Aw…mmm, thank you so much…but…why did you have to tickle me awake just to tell me that?” She didn't want to be annoyed or upset with him, really; she loved how affectionate Misto was. But part of her couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that her nap was cut short.

“Oh, well, I…um…I-I had a lot planned. Everyone’s waiting for you.” Victoria’s ears perked up. “It was kind of a big deal…I thought we could do some really…fun things today.”

Slowly, Victoria propped herself up on her wrists, and before Mistoffelees could react, zipped forward and pecked him on the end of his nose.

Time stood still, freezing Misto in surprise. His tail curled into a candy cane and his nose turned red, and this delighted Victoria as she stretched out, yawned softly, and stood from her cot. She moved with surprising buoyancy; by the time Misto snapped out of his blip of a trance, Victoria was already across the room by the door and admiring her birthday present in a copper wall mirror. She turned the earring over in her fingers again and again, practically radiating from the inside. There was a twinkle of light all about her, not just from the noon summer sun streaking through her fur.

“Come on!” she called her boyfriend excitedly.

Well…I certainly wouldn’t want to keep her waiting. Not needing any further encouragement, the gleeful Mr. Mistoffelees bounced up and dashed over to her, and soon the two were gone.

It was only in the trailer and not the finished film, but I always loved this shot of Victoria playing in pillow feathers. Not for tickle reasons; it's just cute. ^^

So apparently this is my niche now. This is the life I've chosen. I got this request (and finished it) a really long time ago, but I never uploaded it because I didn't want anyone to think I'm weirder than they already do. XD Don't worry, "normal" stuff is back on the menu soon.

[kmp78]

“Imagine Nana's workload when the dreaded man flu strikes. 😶” I’m sure AK enjoyed curing him tho😏

Mmmmmmm... 😏

Luckily even if the upstairs area is stuffed up and leaking snot and all that grossness, the downstairs area is still (hopefully!) a lot less messy to work with. 😛

[hypnosealing]

Expanding Silence #1

Back, now with some technological assistance

Hello. It's been a while but I see I have many more captives students.

Yes, I'm ready to learn

Just as before you should let me do the thinking for you. After all you need to be gagged, and there's a lot of ways to be gagged.

Hey, I don't need to be gagged!

It's okay, it's natural to resist the truth for you. Once we get past that barrier you'll fully realize you should stay gagged.

An AI image to understand your ideals. Silent, with an intricate muzzle being formed. Your own voice is weak and inferior, so just listen.

Mmmmmmm

Every lesson is another strand for reinforcing your sticky muzzle, building and weaving since a well-controlled subject is needed and desired.

Mmm bbbut mmmm

One way flow of information, sealing your ideas.

Another angle for your ideals. Smoothly muzzled mouth, useless encased arms. In a cell with expanding foam. At first delusional that you have room to get free.

Yes!

Then the foam wall keeps expanding, stretching, going into all the space. Eventually it hugs you and you stop moving, swelling around your figure, expanding into every crevice.

MMMMPH!

Squeezing you super tight as your silly, weakly-considered ideals are sealed in, mummified by my extravagantly formed vision for you. How nice to learn to be better.

Mmmmm...

Linger on this imagery and let it ingest into your mind for a moment. Hopefully it will enter into your imagination in upcoming times. I want a thoroughly learned student.

Yes ...

Good.