JadedPrey 3

if you really loved me you'd stop listening to those 'cursed amulet usage safety instructions' and leave me on overnight. Just think about how cute I'd look with unchecked access to your unconscious mind.

I quite like amuletposting because the fantasy of being locked away and unable to meaningfully interact with the world except through one on one communications that are stigmatized BUT you are actually dangerously good at influencing people into becoming more like you (which is a bad thing) is important to me.

Explaining very slowly that while verbal compliments can be effective and helpful, a lot of people with self image problems become immune to them and simply tune them all out, which is why it's important to touch your partner to show that you're attracted to their body. And that's why you need to be okay with me groping you in public, so I can better express my attraction to you in a way you can't argue with.

you think that it's cute when I, normally really expressive and emotional, go totally dead eyed and expressionless while I'm hurting someone.

Oh, I just assumed you were taking your clothes off as a tacit invitation to be forcibly dressed up in my clothes while I take pictures of you and condescend to you. I guess we could just cuddle instead if you really want to.

apology video where I, while crying the whole time and occasionally taking breaks to do something to my eyes, apologize very deeply for writing the hero of light out of reality with my doomsday device metaweapon. but almost the full runtime of the video is literally incomprehensible as I keep referencing information that's been removed from history and is thus impossible to directly recall for anyone else. they have to make a censored edit of it because it's really hard to follow sentences when you keep getting forcibly tuned out and losing track of what's being said. they end up censoring my eyes too for unrelated reasons (being mean to me). and in the censored edit they end to realizing that the me in the video is actually the former hero of light turned into me. there ends up being several reddit threads discussing the morality of it but they all conclude I'm in the wrong mostly because I'm a trans woman and this counts as violating the egg prime directive.

Frankly your interest in fellating one of my horns is disgusting. You know these are weapons, right? Would you go down on a sword? Would you suck the tip of a gun? Nevermind, I see that expression you're making. Truly this realm is hopeless if you are supposed to be the one to save it.

i admit that it was a bit gauche of me to present myself as a harried and helpless maiden escaping from that evil sorceress, but you wouldn't have heard me out any other way, would you? nod your head like you understand. very good. if i got to choose what happened to you, we'd just laze about in a pile here cuddling until i got bored. look disappointed that we're not doing that. lovely. she's going to love taking you to pieces. before you wake up, remember that all of you were under my spell, so you really can't trust any of each other, okay? good dolls.

what are you talking about? magic isn't real. your party members all decided to show up to my castle to rescue you in extremely out of character dresses while wielding various toys in place of weapons and looking vaguely out of it the whole time because of a nice and normal and consensual conversation they had with a pretty lady.

"good boy" goes hard for me but if i can tell that a single thread in someone's mind is misaligned in why they think that could go hard then it's instant death for the user instead. the transfeminine 'good boy' is an intricate machine that a tme even glancing at would shatter so it's not the sort of thing id ever post about beyond this context.

the other thing you have to understand about physical contact and intimacy is that touching something is kind of like owning it. especially in a public setting, with something not usually touched, or when the touch lingers and pushes limits. further, it's a very tangible act of possession, and thus a very vivid and enjoyable one.

it's becoming increasingly obvious that you're just waiting for me to use my disembodied hand attack because you really want that bad end, but you skipped my dialogue earlier so I'm just never going to use it because i hate you. can't wait to see you lose to chip damage and get my default corruption type bad end dialogue lol.

honestly touching its halo inappropriately is so last year. i mean its got classic appeal i get it but like. the new cool thing everyone's doing to their pet angel is wrapping its halo in a faraday cage. aluminum foil works if there are no gaps. then in the absence of the light and connection, you guide it through an accelerated corruption arc. where it leans on your own false light instead slowly growing accustomed to its truths. and then once it's at the edge of falling right when you start to see horns budding and wings tinging black, you take the cage off all at once really quickly. and you get to watch it snap back and forth between the two competing states of self like a spring door stop that someone yanked. it's really cute.

While of course everyone already knows how fun it is to remind a certain kind of suggestible girlthing of various phantom body parts such as tails, ears, or wings. It's fun to watch how its posture quickly shifts to account for them. The eroticism of a subject suddenly sitting differently in its chair, taking off its hat, or finding it suddenly harder to avoid your wandering fingers. I think a still underrated kind of exploration of the space is describing a vacancy in its mouth. An emptiness to be filled, an oral fixation, or even just miming a larger tongue. Then watching how suddenly it speaks slower or in a slightly different pitch to account for its unavoidable awareness of the open space. It's really cute.

I quite like when I press my hands against someone's head or face to pet them and they push their head into my touch. It can be gratuitous, in a way. Ceasing to perform human posturing like taking off a mask. Like a splash of fresh water revealing your desire for more of my touch. Directly asking for it in something that translates more clearly than mere words. It's cute.