#gas on the mind

[riff-raaf]

Human existence is so fascinating because we build fucking empires in our heads, pry the world apart to know its every secret, argue about philosophy which would not even be relevant if not for those cerebral empires, find music and art and science in every corner of our natural world, but like... if we need to burp or sneeze and our body just Doesn't, everything shuts down.

My entire emotional and physical equilibrium fucking jams up because I need to expel a narsty gas from my face hole before I can sleep. And some of us are kings???

[chloesimaginationthings]

The nightmares in FNAF 4 get crazy...

[noodles-and-tea]

John Watson is the BIGGEST hype man and that’s just canon

[xltoucan]

If Majima says it seriously enough, Kiryu will believe it.

[miroana]

Percy asked the Moose Pass Gas attendant to take this picture as proof of life for Sally

[bet-on-me-13]

Fear Toxin had an unintended side effect of the people of Gotham.

So! When Jonathan Crane was first testing his Fear Toxin, he was only ever testing on the Inmates at Arkham. And suprisingly a lot of the Patients there were from outside of Gotham (before it was converted into a revolving door of a Prison, it actually used to be an Asylum for the mentally ill. Who knew?).

Since he had so many Test Subjects from outside of Gotham, by pure coincidence he never actually got to test his Fear Toxin on a Born and Raised Gothamite. The first time he saw the effects of his Toxin on the people of Gotham, was his first Terror Attack on the City.

And it did not go as planned.

As it turns out, the People of Gotham are mostly Liminals due to the high percentage of Ectoplasm in the area the City was built on. And unfortunately for Scarecrow, Ectoplasmic Beings like Liminals have a very different reaction to distilled Fear than normal people.

Their Bodies process it differently, it is filtered by their Ectoplasm into pure energy, and that energy is directed straight into their Dopamine Centers.

Basically, Fear Toxin is Weed for Liminals.

Scarecrow accidentally released a cloud of pure Weed into the City. And the people loved it. It wasn't long before he was being inundated with requests for more of his "Product" from every single Crime Boss in the City.

This wasn't what he wanted! He wanted to see them squirm and riot in unadulterated Terror! He wanted to see them attack eachother in Fear, not raid the nearest 7/11 trying to satisfy their Munchies!

But whenever he tried to make a new Strain of Fear Toxin to get them with, they all rejoiced at his "New Product"! It was sickening!

He should have moved to Metropolis.

[rooftopdaigos]

babysitters

[kenchann]

o sleep

[gamerism]

Majima Goro • Like A Dragon: Pirate Yakuza in Hawaii

[saphig-iawn]

The First Curse

I have been seeing one of my dolls for quite some time now. She has become such an excellent subject in the time I've had her under my care.

I proposed a little idea.

She had already surrendered her pleasure and climaxes to me. Her mind, her voice, so many parts of her belonged to me. So why not let my magic extend further. She was all ears, and her eyes widened when I spoke my proposal.

I asked her if she'd like me to curse something of hers.

An avid lover of fantasy, she moaned through her bitten lip and nodded.

We took a little time figuring out how we wanted this curse to manifest, and we settled on something delicious. Something that reinforced her place as mine.

She has a beautiful gas mask, a pristine black rubber facade, with a wonderful silencing ability.

We talked about the curse, and I just loved the idea of making another force that controlled her pleasure and her orgasms, something else that would use her like the good toy she is.

...

She took a little longer to wake from trance this time, I made sure I put her deep so I could weave this curse. She loves resistence play when it comes to going under.

We had our lovely little post-trance chat, and I could see she was becoming a little more distracted with each passing moment, like a fly had entered her room and she was trying to hold her composure.

All I could do was grin.

I knew exactly what was happening.

You see, before that trance, the gasmask was inert. Unthinking. Unfeeling. A doorway to submission and objectification, yes; but inanimate.

Now... now it whispered.

Saccharine promises of a little fun. Come on, just wear me, it won't take long, you know it'll be fun, come on, just come and get me you won't regret it~

I love watching her resolve deteriorate. Seeing her defenses wither and fade. She was holding on for dear life, as the rubber abyss stretched out beneath her.

"I know what you want to do, doll. Go ahead~" I encouraged.

She stood up, and retrieved it, a tremble in her fingers.

She began to put it on, the face first, fitting it snug. She brought the fastening straps around and began to tighten them. The trembling increased as she tightened the final strap.

A gasp.

A throb.

She began to finger at the edges of the mask, gripping at the mouth piece, but it would not budge. You see, the mask had now fused to her face and the rubber was beginning to spread. Her thoughts began to betray her, eventually dominating her mind. The mask was forcing her down to nothing but a toy for it to feed on, drinking her arousal and feasting on her pleasure.

Soon the rubber would reach her hands and they would begin to wander. No- wander implies they don't know what they're doing. They began to interrogate, to grab, to pinch, to grope. They investigating, seeking out the parts of her body that would help the mask feed even more.

Then the curse imparts a little pearl of knowledge, it parts the curtains just a little so her mind could peek at the truth that awaited her.

That this mask was going to use her and use her and use her until she was spent. That this mask was going to extract every ounce of pleasure it could from her. That it would leave her sweating, hair matted to her forehead, out of breath, and completely drained of all pleasure.

The rubber trapped her moans and forced them back into her mouth like a ballgag. Her eyes were wild behind the panes of the mask, and it was such a delicious sight.

After the first climax, she was now completely subsumed by the mask. She was nothing but an onahole for it, an aid in getting itself off.

After the second climax, she was barely able to form sentences.

After the third climax, she lay limp in her chair, chest heaving.

Then she felt it. The cold and refreshing rush of air at the seams of her face.

The mask loosened its grip, laying on her face like a spent lover lying atop their blow-up doll.

I then began to weave a blanket around my sweet doll, comforting her and soothing her, letting her muscles rest, letting her heart slow, letting her breath be caught.

She didn't need to say thank you. Her skin was aglow with gratitude.

Then it hit her.

While the mask was sated, drunk and full on her pleasure, it would soon begin to hunger again...

(This writing is about a real hypnosis session with real hypnosis and real people. If you would like to see more writing like this, then please support me over at https://ko-fi.com/saphig, and check out my main post for more on how you can hypnotised by me)

[m1nktank]

IT'S HIM, HE'S BACK

[majimasleftasscheek]

working on a lil something something 🐙

[hauntingyourself]

Based on this post saying they’d wear these shirts

[room-of-lies]

something something blue screen of death

[stinkyboiii]

Imagine you're on a party of some kind, maybe with your friends and their friends. Everyone is quite drunk after some time and they get a 'silly' idea of tormenting you a little, you who doesn't drink that much and often refuses to take part in their bullshit. Someone there knows about the kinks you keep in secret and they told others, who come up with an idea.

When they ask you to play truth or dare with them you think nothing of it, even when they seem to be really focused on getting you to pick dare... Which you have to do, eventually. The dare is deliberately vauge, like 'let someone dress you in whatever they want'... But it doesn't sound too bad.. Right?

Well, turns out you underestimated the strength a whole group of people would hold. Fast forward 15 minutes you're dressed in nothing but some kind of gag that keeps your mouth and nose spread wide open, a collar and a leash.. Maybe some underwear, if they felt nice. You're being passed around the room like a pet, shoved from one ass right to another as they empty their farts into you like it's the funniest thing they've ever seem - teasing and cooing at you, not that you can hear it that well anymore, you feel yourself getting light-headed from all the stinky air and how quick they're passing your around. If you begin to drift off, they make sure to give you some slaps and strong farts right up your nose so you stay with them and don't ruin their fun. As time passes, you become quite mindless... Maybe there's a camera pointed at you, you honestly can't tell after what they've reduced you to... But you doubt you'll ever hear the end of it.

[criticalamityz]

can't wash you off