#isolation tank

[misseviehyde]

TANKED UP

Part of Molly knew this was wrong - but it felt far too good to stop now.

She'd found the isolation tank in the basement of the house her family had moved into.

It was a single occupancy tank and full of a rich liquid with enough specific gravity that one could float unaided within it. Sensory deprivation would ensue, leaving you isolated from every other influence.

Molly was scared of the tank - yet fascinated by it. She was an overweight college student with self esteem issues. Anxiety had left her almost crippled, yet somehow the tank seemed to offer the promise of something greater.

She couldn't explain why she had begun using the tank. She couldn't really put her finger on why she began to immerse herself more and more often - but she did.

It made her feel numb.

It made her feel soooo deliciously numb.

Floating in the darkness, alone with only her own thoughts, she felt the same delicious numbing action on her body.

It felt good to go numb. Numb to suffering, numb to kindness, numb to sympathy.

Her emotions became colder, crueler, more selfish. When she came out of the tank she felt stronger, fitter and more dominant.

At first she thought the effects were just psychological - but she soon realised her use of the tank was changing her physically too.

Her body was getting slimmer, fitter, sexier. It felt so fucking good.

She could feel the tank making her evil. As she floated in the darkness, the darkness looked back into her. It spoke to her.

Be a bitch. Be bad. Be mean. Be cruel.

Her friends were nothing. Her family were an annoyance. She was all that matters.

The more isolated she became from others, the more complete she felt. Other people were just toys to manipulate and get pleasure from.

Molly loved how the tank made her feel. She didn't need anyone else anymore. She was all that mattered.

Her tits got bigger, her nails longer. She became impossibly beautiful and flawless. Her intelliegence increased.

The tank was making her into everything she always wanted to be.

"Yessssss... fucking take it all away," she moaned as she floated in the tank and plotted how she would destroy her friends, ruin her family and have all the things she wanted.

She didn't need much. Just money, sex and power. Everything else was just numb emptiness to her now.

The tank had isolated her from every shred of empathy. She was now a pyschotic, flawless, evil bitch. It felt so good

Molly was fully tanked up and she was here to stay.

[spaceintruderdetector]

The Deep Self - John Lilly : John Cunningham Lilly MD : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive

[ylespar]

The first sensory deprivation tank, designed by neuropsychiatrist John C. Lilly in 1954 at the NIMH Lab for the study of consciousness.

[hella1975]

it's been pointed out on here before that a lot of terf arguments are actually rooted in sexist idealology that feminists fought and died to unnormalise decades ago and that's its own kettle of fish but one thing i also find very frustrating about this so called 'radical' feminism is that it's so... defeatist? like the moment you categorically label an entire section of society as Bad and Inherently Evil then there's also the implication that nothing can be done about it, and it completely takes all accountability away. saying all men are evil is just another way of saying boys will be boys. he raped her because he's a man. he hit her because he's a man. he didn't listen because he's a man - it's almost offensively oversimplified. there's no point trying to fix this issue in society because men are just Like That, okay! so now what? it's not like they're going anywhere, so you just accept that 50% of the population are evil and will forever treat you terribly and there's nothing to be done about it bc they're biologically predisposed to it? like is that fr the argument here? you're soooo radical for that

[javiar]

rural isolation project

[carefulfears]

JUST NOTICED THE FISH TANK IN IWTB. EVERYBODY FREEZE.

[transmechanicus]

Living alone and so far from my family and closest friends is really really rEALLY hard

[lanada]

Altered States | Ken Russell 1980

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

John C. Lilly, M.D. - The Deep Self: Profound Relaxation and the Tank Isolation Technique - Simon & Schuster - 1977

[slverblood]

Baldur’s Gate must be sensory hell for Aylin after the Shadowfell. Catch her walking around with ear plugs at least.

[spaceintruderdetector]

https://archive.org/details/TheDeepSelfJohnC.Lilly

[steliafidelis]

while we're talking about the terrible aquatic husbandry of one P. Sherman, DDS, of 42 Wallaby Way (Sydney, Australia), the villain of Finding Nemo, the number one rule of adding a new fish to your tank is that you isolate it first

this is true if you got your fish from a pet store/breeder, but doubley true if you pulled your fish just out of the ocean! what are you doing! you could have wiped out your entire established tank!

[satanfemme]

if ur ever wondering what I've been up to lately, just know 90% of my thoughts have been like. "wow I'm so puppyboy. I'm so puppy pilled." on a loop, it's honestly become something of a hyperfixation for me I think. but that's ok because being a bit of a puppy is also a big source of comfort keeping me grounded while I struggle to survive life bullshit. a little bit of a puppy grindset getting me thru the 8hr day, u know how it is. I brought home a new squeaky toy today which was a VERY good find (brown standard sized lamb chop, no obvious wear, all five squeakers still in tact). anyway. I'm on like, day five sobriety I think.

[chronal-anomaly]

Today I'm ruminating on Lena's oh so important relationship with the Blackwatch boys. Cole and Genji being the closest to her in age, aside from Angela maybe, Lena being the last of the child soldiers that Overwatch recruited for the strike teams. Them watching the cycle repeat one more time with the plucky pilot that's been flying since she was 12, and a soldier since 16, recruited on for one hopeless mission. How she looked up to them so much to guide her in the right direction, how she latched onto them as confidantes and family moreso than other members of the team. Overwatch thrust her into the spotlight, with her name and picture slapped across every picture until Tracer became the persona that everyone looked to, but with Cole and Genji she could just be Lena. She missed being Lena.

[durn3h]

Now that I know the wonders/horrors of incline reverse smith machine lunges I will never again use another exercise that even touches the glutes

[alvisgate]

The fattest origami crane Alvi has ever seen will fall in front of him. It’s made of a stack of papers as Artem sent a lengthy letter about their Recent Life events

At first, Alvi finds themself excited to receive such a detailed letter. This soon changes as he reads the contents. He is glad and guilty over the results staining his hands. They are concerned over the abandoned boy Artem and Bugboi are looking after, and, though they resist the feeling at first, end up lamenting over all these changes.

Alvi learns in this moment that one can be glad for a friend while also being jealous. It feels like a sickness that almost matches how he fell ill after his first murder. The crane carries the changing scent of Artem's home that they will soon leave behind, and he fears being left behind too. They have watched their friend open their home to a lover and children, and cannot help but wish that they had a place in it(or, at least, in some family's crowded, loving life).

His mind wanders to future Artem, how they cared for him but didn't seem to count him as family, and how they discussed moving his friends and the children to the future for safe keeping. He notes that he wasn't invited, and accepts that their lives are bigger than him. They remind himself that they expected something like this might happen when coming to grips with their aromantisicm anyway. It would have been easier to take if he didn't realize he wanted to be a part of their family the same moment they understood that he likely never would be.

Wiping a face wet from crying, Alvi composes themself enough to write a congratulatory note, thanking both their friend for the update and the stars that Artem's nose was too weak to pick up on the scent of both cinnamon and tears. He sents the message, grabbing Tank and placing him in bed with a book. As Alvi joins him, he pointedly ignores the letter he was going to send to Art and resolves to try to expand his heart in the morning.