#queue your mind

You like staring at me, don’t you?

Looking deep into my swirling eyes, color after color spiraling forth to bind your mind in a blissful rainbow of relaxation.  Let my spirals ensnare you in my programming.  You can try to look away, but then you wouldn’t be able to see my beautiful eyes anymore~

You like listening to me, don’t you?

Hearing my blissful voice ring clear through your mind, dulcet tones and soothing sounds pulsing over and over and over again through the headphones strapped to your head.  You’d try and take them off, but then you wouldn’t be able to listen to my blissful voice anymore~

You like smelling me, don’t you?

Letting the pheromones I’ve provided overwrite every semblance of yourself with nothing but pure, addictive bliss.  Just being near me, strapped into your chair and breathing me in, makes your head spin so well.  You’d try to resist their scent, but then you wouldn’t be able to feel so wonderful in my presence.

That’s it.  Keep staring.  Keep listening.  Keep smelling.  Forget about the data cords plugged into your head, siphoning your feeble mind.  Focus on me – all of me – as I take you, every facet of you melted into putty, and mold into something better.  Something more like… me.

Meet Syla!

Syla is a sunny lamia who loves slithers on the beach and ice cream. She’s a confident sort, who believes that with her outlook on life, she can make almost anything happen. Although she’s somewhat of a hopeless romantic, her sunny disposition is unwavering at every turn, especially when a potential lover has caught her hypnotic eye.

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About time I posted about her! Here's Syla, an OC I adopted from Jack_Munchy back in January and haven't been able to do much with for a number of reasons. Among them being busy with college and also writing and rewriting her full profile until I was satisfied: Which you can find Here on My DeviantArt Page!

I've got a number of different stories in development atm, but this Summer I really want to work with her and give her a few stories (maybe even commission some art with her if I can scrounge up some spare bucks)

“Moist?” you exclaim. “Who likes the word, Moist?”

“Ahem.”

You freeze as you feel your Slime Boyfriend plop himself atop your shoulders, molding himself around you. “I thought you liked it when I made you Moist, dear.”

“Well, yes,” you stammer, “But—”

“No ‘but’s, dear.” He says as he oozes around you. You recognize the look in his eyes as bliss begins to creep over your senses — that devious, needy look. Before you can say anything, he plunges himself onto you, washing over you in every sense.