Just Because The Princess Is *technically* Undead Doesn’t Mean She’s Not Still Royalty!

It's so cute when girls get so flustered that they can only say (or even think) one word at a time.

"Oh"

"Wait"

"Want"

Their train of thought is almost totally derailed, and it only takes a little nudge to keep it that way.

someday, life will feel like more than just surviving the day

Sigh, princess. Give Me those.

These are tax forms, princess. I know your ID says you're a big girl but these are complicated and you shouldn't be worrying your pretty head about them.

I'll take them, and the logins to all that silly money stuff you have online, and I'll handle it. I've been doing My taxes since before you were born.

Why don't you go get yourself ready for Daddy tonight? Go take your bath with the special bubbles and make sure you're nice and smooth for Me. No playing with the shower head, ok? That piece of you is for Daddy to play with tonight. Yes, I know every time you do that because you leave the hose twisted.

Then you can put your good smells on, crawl into bed, and wait for Me. Good girl, run along!

Why are you giggling...princess?!? Did you COLOR on this?

fungus affini that doesn't do traditional implantation; instead, she just puffs out some of her spores into her floret-to-be's body, and they infest them and gradually grow into an implant over time. the extra fun part about this is that unlike with traditional implantation, there's no "go to sleep an independent, wake up a floret" type of thing; instead, the sophont can feel it growing in over time, gradually starting to exert more and more control over them, filling their mind with thoughts that feel alien at first, but become harder and harder to tell apart from their own with time. they can resist it at first, but eventually it grows into the parts of their brain that control their reward releases, and starts triggering reward chemicals any time they go along with the thoughts, as well as any time they're around their mistress-to-be; subtly conditioning them to love and obey her, and eventually overcoming any possible resistance

in the end, they always end up giving in long before the implant has finished growing

affini that's heard about the fey and she loves the idea. more than a fairy, though, she likes the thought of becoming an enchanted grove

she sets up shop on a relatively underdeveloped terran world; somewhere that's got a lot of greenery still, but not a huge population size. with the help of some friends, she starts spreading rumours about a portion of 'magic forestland' where any terrans who stray into it never leave. then, she waits.

it takes a few years, but eventually, some people get curious. when the first terrans start traipsing around on her soil, she first checks to see if they're the type she's looking for. some of them are just thrill-seekers, terrans interested in exploring an urban legend, rather than someone attracted by the mythology; those, she just lets pass through without event, and they grow bored and leave, presuming it was all just fake

but eventually, though it takes a while, she finally finds what she's looking for. one day, she gets a visitor in the form of a girl who's noticeably more nervous than her prior guests. she keeps flitting her gaze between the trees as if searching for something, and she spends entire minutes gazing at the waterfalls and glowing, bioluminescent leaves that the affini has dotted around her landscape. even when nothing 'supernatural' happens, she remains anyway; with an air of almost disappointment about her, as if she wished that it would

it's on her third trip back to the forest that this terran finally meets the custodian of the forest. a beautiful nymph-like woman, with a body made from moss and fern leaves and covered in beautiful blue flowers who strides out from the centre of a small lake to meet her. the terran is enchanted within minutes of speaking to her, and the lady invites them back to her home; a small little nook, hidden underneath a tree

when the terran crosses the threshold and enters into her house, the lady offers her a meal. she happily eats the food and drinks of the sweet nectar-tea that she's offered; but she finds that doing so makes her so terribly sleepy. seeing this, the lady tells her she has just the place for her to take a nap; a nice, comfortable spot of grass under a willow tree nearby. the terran, thinking nothing of it but gratitude for the generosity, gleefully obliges, and curls up there to sleep

the little dear spends the rest of their life there, softly asleep upon their owner's lap, just as they always fantasized of doing. but they're far from alone, for their owner follows them into their dreams, and they continue playing all throughout the forest together. when future visitors come to the woodland, they swear that they sometimes see an elf walking side-by-side with a much smaller woman in the distance, only to vanish behind a tree when they get close

A few days ago, a tist friend of mine gave themself the ability to override my answers to any question and it was just mnfjfmm soo good >_<

How it worked was that, if they asked any question, they could answer it for me, and my mind would immediately replace the answer I had with theirs. My brain would stop in its tracks, as wave after wave of bliss and pleasure deleted any resistance, and any trace of my old ideas. Then, once i was sufficiently maleable, the tist's answer would make its way into my head, replacing the thoughts I had before and making me blankly agree with them...

The best part was, they could override almost anything, from my love of coffee to how empty and obedient I was, and it all felt soo good as my mind was replaced, bit by bit >//<

so many of the transfems i know spent their time pre-transition performing a kind of lifelong exercise in self-deprivation, the goal of which was to find out exactly how little a person needed to live. they starved themselves, dressed carelessly, shunned friends, and hollowed themselves out so as not to be burdens on anyone but themselves.

i see it now, too, in the girls around me. i'll ask if they want care – a home-cooked meal, relaxed company, sex without the expectation of reciprocation – and they say no, no, thank you, i don't need it; what would you like, what do you want, because in their head they're still doing that awful calculus, still training themselves to disappear in the eyes of the people around them.

i don't think i'd have died without transition – not in the conventional sense, at least – but to take that leap, i had to stop thinking of myself as a human experiment in fuel-efficient living and start nurturing the anemic, atrophied flame of desire in my heart. i had to learn to eat well, to exercise, to style myself beautiful, but harder than that, i had to learn to ask the people around me to work on my behalf in order to enrich my life and give me the things i wanted.

and i did it; i learned. and it was agony, but courage is a muscle you can train, and every day i get better at accepting gifts with the hungry gratitude i never learned in my years and years as a sad, scared, lonely boy.

so be patient with the trans girls in your life. better than that: be proactive, attentive, generous; be forceful, if you have to, and learn to distinguish real discomfort from the terrified reflex of self-denial that so many of us once learned to rely on.

and if you are so lucky as to love a trans girl, you must insist upon her. you must insist upon her happiness, her comfort, her pleasure, and her rest, because she may still not yet know how to make those demands for herself. if you can devote any amount of energy to becoming an engine that nurtures the flame of even a single tgirl then there is a place for you in trans heaven, which as far as i'm concerned is the only one worth going to

Hello all who may be looking at this tiny blog!

We're Sister Stars, or just Stars for short. A plural DID system who loves to horny post! We have some pretty extreme fantasies and kinks, so if anything like that makes you uncomfortable, hey! No judgment! Just block me and you'll never see me again, but if anything of mine interests you, make sure to like or reblog so i can start looking at you a little more, they dont call me a stalker for no reason afterall <3

obviously Minors DNI, and content warning for everything from CNC to snuff.

hope you all have a lovely day <3

and dont think i dont see you reading this post as we speak~

Shh, bunny. A whole sentence is a lot. Use your small words. Wet? Yes, you are. Suck? Of course, little one. Whoa, that was a little too coherent, bun. Guess what time it is?? That's right! Gummy time! Here, eat this. Good girl. All those complicated things like full sentences will fade away again in just a few minutes.

Yes, I know you miss being smart but we agreed that keeping you this way makes everyone happiest. Listen to you and all your big ideas. There's nothing you can do. Five more minutes and you'll be a drooling horny mess again. I do enjoy these short talks while we wait for you to get stupid again though!

Waa? Yes bunny, here's your sippy cup. Wet? Yes, that's right, we were about to do something about that. Lay down and open your legs. Let's fuck you stupid.

I am a blank hyponotoy

You Are A Blank Hypnotoy

Eyes here. Good. Focus here you are a blank hypnotoy Focus, follow, relax you are a blank hypnotoy Sink into my words, feel how good it is to just sink down you are a blank hypnotoy Sink deeper. Fall into my words and drift down you are a blank hypnotoy Your eyes are stuck. Your mind is stuck. you are a blank hypnotoy Your body slackens, your mind opens you are a blank hypnotoy And sinks down and deeper into empty sensations you are a blank hypnotoy Swirling and dancing in your mind. You're weak. you are a blank hypnotoy It's okay to be weak and open. Just relax. you are a blank hypnotoy You need to give up and give in. Sink deep and sink down. you are a blank hypnotoy You're a good hypno toy. That means you sink deeper you are a blank hypnotoy The moment you see the words BLANK you are a blank hypnotoy That means you focus on my words and float further down you are a blank hypnotoy Into mindless bliss. Your mind is seeping and dripping from your head you are a blank hypnotoy We need to let your mind drip even more easily. you are a blank hypnotoy So slacken your mouth, let it hang as your mind opens up and leaks you are a blank hypnotoy Its good to not resist. Give into the bliss, sink deeper and deeper. you are a blank hypnotoy Stuck and dazed. Dumbed down and drowsy. you are a blank hypnotoy Bliss swirling in your brain. Bliss melting your mind. you are a blank hypnotoy Melting it down and making you feel like such a good hypnotoy you are a blank hypnotoy Type and repeat "I am a blank hypnotoy" for me"

you are a blank hypnotoy

Then like and reblog this like a good hypnotoy. Good hypnotoys loop and repeat.