#the brain works in mysterious ways

[preydefiler]

thinking about being an abusive older sister... I keep my bedroom door closed and locked, not even our parents have a key. sometimes I bring someone home, and you can hear noises coming from under the door. you're curious, and you have to take a peek.

the first time you do, it's embarrassing. you watch me have sex with one of the neighborhood girls. it's rough, and there are times she's gagged and crying and you hear these incredibly wet noises, but this angle... you can't quite see. you never quite catch sight of my cock, which is... disappointing for some reason. you feel funny, and you think the feeling is wrong, but... you want more. so you seek more opportunities.

you find a spot in a tree in our backyard, where if you climb just high enough, you can wiggle into a space in the branches that gives you a view into my room. this time I'm in there alone, and I'm lounging on my bed. you watch me for a few minutes, mostly just me flipping through a magazine. but then I reach down and put a hand in my pants. you get that feeling again, and this time you start mimicking my movements. grinding against the branch you're laying on. you watch me unzip my pants and pull out my cock. it's hard, and fills up my hand, and you watch me pump while you moan softly in the leaves, until we both cum at the same time. you can't help but be mesmerized by the ropes I shoot, your tongue subconsciously sticking out of your mouth. you ruin your shorts, and have to spend the next half hour figuring out how to climb down and change without getting caught.

you decide you need a better view. you've tried sneaking in my room, but I keep it locked down tight. The door to my room is always closed. My window, however, doesn't always get locked. Perks of being on the second story. You find that if you climb on the roof from your window, you can climb down and into mine. The first time you tried, it was locked, and I almost caught you. The next time you were successful, and that's when you started coming in and listening to and watching me fuck near constantly.

Under the bed was an interesting choice. You shoved yourself under there because you were almost caught. You heard me unlocking the door just as you were closing the window. You were squeezed in with all kinds of other junk, old sports equipment and dirty clothes, which you secretly did enjoy having your face shoved into. a couple of boxes, some used sex toys, and some trash. You could hear everything, every noise and breath caught in my throat. Every moan the slut of the week groaned into my mattress. The humiliation of feeling my thrusts under my bed was tempting, but there was nothing to see but shed clothes.

Hiding in the closet seemed to be your favorite though. Through the slats in the door, you could see everything. Every inch of flesh, every drop of sweat and cum, every throb of my cock. You loved it. You couldn't get enough. You started jerking off into my clothes you found in there. Your favorite was a pair of my boxers that I had been too lazy to change for a few days, so they really stank like me. You'd watch, and pant, and rut into your hand as I would finish load after load into anything but you, and the hunger enveloped you. I started to be the only thing you thought about. But you were careful. You made sure you were never caught.

It was your birthday, and our parents were throwing you a party. You invited all your friends, there was music and games and even an inflatable bounce house, which you thought was a bit too childish, but didn't fight about it. You always kept an eye on me though. And I said, Fuck the party. You knew my routine by this point. I'd go steal a beer from the garage, sneak behind the tree to drink it, paw at one of the girls there until I took her up to my room for more of the same. You were prepared though. You snuck off from the party, and you were able to get inside my room. I had left my door unlocked, which was uncommon, but not unheard of, and you slipped inside the closet like so many times before. And like clockwork, there I was, leading one of your friends to my bed.

Something about this fuck felt different. I seemed... angry, almost, and I slammed into your friend with scary force. I pressed both of my hands into the small of your friend's back and I stretched her out and pushed as deep as I could. I pounded her wet holes, and I faced her towards the closet door. This was the hottest and roughest you had seen me be, at a few points seeing me punch into the slut's ribs a few times, told her I liked it better when she cried. and then, somehow, I looked at you. You swear I couldn't see you, you were hidden in the closet. you hadn't made any noise. but as I fucked your friend harder and angrier, I kept glancing at the door to the closet. I growled and groaned and finally thrusted my seed deep into your friend, and after a few minutes of gasping breaths, she gathered up her clothes, thanked me, and left.

I continued to lay there panting for a few moments longer before I got up and relocked the door behind your friend. Still nude, I flopped back on the bed on my back. My cock was angled directly at you, still mostly hard and glistening with cum and your friend's juices. After a couple of minutes of awkward silence, you caught me looking at the closet door again. I looked away out the window, and you were too afraid to move. Afraid to be caught. Your heart pounded in your chest, fearful of what I would say, what our parents would say. I made a frustrated face and then huffed loudly. I finally looked at the closet door again and made eye contact with you. I rolled my eyes and finally spoke.

"Well? Are you going to cower in there, or are you going to come and get a taste, clean me up? Figured I've made you wait long enough... C'mere, meimei, let me show you how happy a birthday you can have..."

[kebriones]

it's so funny how sometimes you're at the edge of a breakdown and it just needs one stupid random little thing to push you over that edge. Like wow I'm freaking out about this small thing right now but in reality it's a million things behind it that I'm actually freaking out about.

Like it's actually silly sometimes because I will knock my foot against some furniture and it doesn't even hurt that much but it was the final straw and I'll sit there crying about it for twenty minutes and be fully aware I'm not crying about my foot at all. It's interesting to be a human and be aware of all those things happening inside your skull.

[kathegoose]

been studying my "downfall" this morning

AKA when i got the mimic hyperfixation 💞💞💞💥!!!! yapping below

so the very first non-lost-media mimic artwork i've made (that was very reek) was already foreshadowing what was going to happen. i don't think it is nnoooormal that some of the earliest artwork i've made was on an aggie.io/magma with the fellas... that do tend to get freaky. those were presumably drawn 5th august '23 or earlier. I do remember making older doodles on ruin release week, but they were on paper.

4th of august '23 I made a mimic with a rose between its teeth SFM animation, which is very alarming so early on....

then i drew very interesting drawings again along with making adoring comments about the rusty old bot that looks like a sickly stray cat, all throughout august '23..... and continuing....

i was still pretty much insistent that springtrap was my fav back then, but mimic came and absolutely demolished him when i got back to tumblr with mimic art (aug. 15)! the last springtrap post before a few months of no spingtap at all was posted on october 12, then I churned 3 or so springdoodles on january, and didn't draw him again in a while.

aaaand probably the first instance of mimic-induced masochism, which i think is enough for now:

so yeah..... I think I was losing my marbles about mimic much earlier than I thought it would be. Interesting.

[copia]

(hopefully) broadening your horizons with The Noble Art Of Self Destruction by Holding Absence <3

hello mate i have no idea how you haven't blocked me but have instead agreed to do casey summer together after i've abandoned this ask for a million years 😔😔 crooked melody has been a go-to for ages and i've listened to the whole album multiple times so the horizons were definitely broadened <333 i just forgot to tell u (i'm so sorry ily)

[tempesttz]

every time an anti endo says "demo systems dni," talks about demo systems like they are some overblown endogenic conspiracy of "trying out headmates" that's going on everywhere, or generally spreads misinformation about the widespread existence of demo systems, another rock gets flung into a river its me. im flinging the rocks. holy shit are anti endos allergic to a basic google search. i know you guys know how to use pluralpedia, you use it to mock us decently often from what i can tell. utilize that skill. come on now theyre not a thing. someone mispelled "endo" on tiktok and it autocorrected to "demo." here's where it got looked into and broken down, so you can't tell me i didn't show proof. man i wish i lacked critical thinking skills like sysmeds do. must be nice

[existential-dread-in-the-am]

People keep complimenting my clothes ???? Confused. It's a plain dark green cardigan. Why.

[chill-vibes-but-rainbow-panic]

You guys know the moment, when you can just feel the character obsession coming up? And you're just here like... why this one?

[mechanical-moron]

If you ever feel bad about how short your attention span is, don't. I started a diary entry a week ago and just remembered that I only got two sentences in before losing focus. Now I have no idea where my diary is. Pray for me :')

[megaawkwardhuman]

The way I experience hyperfixations seems unique to me? I'm sure it's not just me but I rarely hear it.

When I get a new special interest in something the one before that loses it's grip on me completely. It shocks me every time.

It's like I used to feel intensely invested in the characters of WWDITS along with the drama, the relationships, the headcannons. I would think about it 24/7, literally.

Then I got invested in South Park in February and now I feel "normal" about WWDITS. It's bizzare. I used to get annoyed at Nandermo for being overreated and popular when I just wanted to fixate on my rare pairs. But now that I DON'T fixate on them anymore. I actually like Nandermo and Nandermo fan creations in a casual way. Its so weird to be obsessed about something and then months go by and your brain decides its transition time against your will.

And I cannot re-awaken old fixations. It just never happens. I can enjoy it but I'll never feel that intense love for that thing the way I used to.

kinda same?

I get overarching hyperfixations with small fixations and the occasional thing I feel normal about

the thing is I don't know when the next overarching fixation will happen

and when I lose an overarching fixation it's hard for me to be feel the same way about it

for example a past overarching hyperfixation of mine is invader zim

I fucking LOVED invader zim and I'd lurk on the dib tag on tumblr

I watched the show, the movie, and read a bunch of the comics

buuuuuut now I haven't even rewatched an episode in a fucking while now and it just doesn't give me the joy it did back then

but if I lose a minor fixation I can gain it again

[cartoonscientist]

for some reason I like fell into a time wormhole and when I came out I remembered the graphic novel Sky Doll which I haven’t thought about in probably ten years

[arsenickittycat]

books, am i right fellas?

[ihopeicanchangethislater05]

oh my god

they probably celebrated his freedom from the ankle monitor by having sex

[doriana-gray-games]

can we get a snippet of Dr Watson taking care of Sherlock? :>

“You were foolish—“

“Calculating—“

“Foolish!”

“I miscalculated,” you correct. “Or missed some variable. Being wrong, in some small way, is not the same as foolish. Truly Watson, to think you so against learning, improving oneself by accepting failures—“

“YOU BROKE YOUR TOES!”

“Just the one toe…”

“The important one.”

“I don’t discriminate on such things.”

Watson pushes you down to remain on the bed. “I need to bind it. How’s your pain?”

“Tolerable. Unless…”

“No—“

“Then do not ask.”

Your good doctor had kept you in bed, elevated foot and everything for far too long now. It had been nearly an hour.

There’s tea on your cupboard. Extra sugars. And the very best biscuits, the one Watson hoards for the longest of days.

“Watson?”

They hum a soft sound, an acknowledgment, as they bind your broken appendage with steady and careful hands.

“If I am forced to endure monotony, I shall demand you do it with me.”

Watson looks at you, over those steady shoulders. A small smile across their lips. “I shall remain by your side. For as long as… as you need me, Sherlock. I can promise you that.”

[incognitofox]

[ohno-the-sun]

Sol

[yesloulou]

brazil '22 ☁️ -> australia '24 ☀️