Please I Need To See Muzzled Alecto Oh My God, I’m Never Gonna Stop Thinking About Your Tags For Her

I want to be clear, it's all about the unrelenting devotion. It's even better if it's someone I trust doing the alterations. I trust they won't hurt me, and I can't even resist if I tried. Because that's how it should be. Absolute, unyielding devotion to your mistress(es).

Yes I like the concept of Yakumo Aka, how could you tell?

I want to be turned into a haunting echo of myself, just slightly out of tune. All my values, desires, and ambitions twisted to suit another's end. Yet, I also want them to still remain. That way, when people who knew me before encounter me again, they are reminded of the ghost I once was.

I assure them, of course, that I'm far happier like this.

i really wonder what Julius Caesar would think of a bunch of neurodivergent rats huddled in a circle chanting ides of march ides of march ides of march and then cheering loudly on the 2067th anniversary of his assassination?

like would he cry?

also literally fucked a man so hard yesterday that today i found pieces of my bed on the floor

Hehe hoho

SHE KNOWS

its fine to walk around naked in front of your maids its like being naked in front of your pet dog

Faux Pas: French for "fox pass", this is when a behavior or comment that is otherwise considered socially unacceptable is allowed because a fox did it and foxes cannot be held responsible for their actions. It is spelled wrong because the French like to feel special.

People, especially games, get eldritch madness wrong a lot and it’s really such a shame.

An ant doesn’t start babbling when they see a circuit board. They find it strange, to them it is a landscape of strange angles and humming monoliths. They may be scared, but that is not madness.

Madness comes when the ant, for a moment, can see as a human does.

It understands those markings are words, symbols with meaning, like a pheromone but infinitely more complex. It can travel unimaginable distances, to lands unlike anything it has seen before. It knows of mirth, embarrassment, love, concepts unimaginable before this moment, and then…

It’s an ant again.

Echoes of things it cannot comprehend swirl around its mind. It cannot make use of this knowledge, but it still remembers. How is it supposed to return to its life? The more the ant saw the harder it is for it to forget. It needs to see it again, understand again. It will do anything to show others, to show itself, nothing else in this tiny world matters.

This is madness.

there’s something so compelling about stories where a character’s virtues intensify into flaws that lead to their downfall. loyalty and love becoming so all-consuming that compassion outside of them ceases to exist. duty overwhelming any moral compass until order becomes more important than justice. selflessness so intense it becomes self-destruction. let me watch while whatever saved the hero in the beginning destroys them. let me see them fall to their own worst impulses disguised as what once made them good.

a foxgirl is like a maid that helps you with mischief