#watcher writes

The word hit her like a ton of bricks. Eyes rolling, thoughts exploding into pleasure. She heard a snicker.

“Really? You drop that easily? God, you’re so weak willed…”

She smiled at the praise, waiting eagerly for instructions.

“Hm? Oh, no. I’m not going to give you tasks. We’re just getting started with your induction.”

She whimpered.

“Oh, I know honey. You’re already so deep for me, aren’t you? But I want to see just how far I can drag you down. How deep can you go? How mushy can I make that pretty little head of yours?”

Her tongue slipped out and the thought of going deeper. Was it even possible?

Hello everyone, it's been a while since I've done an essay. Quite a bit, actually. As you may or may not know, I'm the alterhuman that made the spreadsheet a bit ago. It's been wonderful seeing other beings asking to be added in it, and because of this this project has been very fun. I've even seen creatures talking about it outside of my small circle of physical nonhuman mutuals that I follow. Which is mindblowing, honestly. This started as something small just for me, a little side project that I wanted to do because I love categorizing things (autism goes brrrr) and I even thought I would get criticized for it. Or even hate. But creatures have complimented me. Compliments! To me! Seriously, thank you so much for that guys. It's so cool.

But I've seen other members of the community talk about this... boom (for lack of a better word) of creatures with ID numbers as if it's a bad thing. I've even seen creatures day that it's a “trend” that will die out soon. And I don't like this take. Not only it's discouraging to hear, as someone who's been directly involved with the physical community with this whole thing (as the one that created the spreadsheet), but it's also a bit disrespectful.

I don't know, it just makes my insides churn, to be honest. For most of us, calling ourselves with ID numbers is not a trend. It's the way we holotheres and physical nonhumans have found to express ourselves in the community. It's euphoric, and it's freeing. In a community where we are constantly left out, talked about as if we were insane, or our experiences downright ignored, it's been nice to have something that's united us all together. I love everycreature of the holothere and physical part of tumblr. I love that other beings have shared with me their codes to add them to the spreadsheet, that have trusted me with this part of themselves. I love hearing everyone's unique identity, everyone's stories, everyone's experiences.

Just because something is popular in the community right now, it doesn't mean that it will stop existing the moment it gets stopped talking about. I know I won't stop referring myself as my code number, it won't stop giving me euphoria, it won't stop being “me”. And for other holotheres and physical nonhumans, it's the same. We are allowed to share our experiences in our own spaces, without reality checkings, without others in the community we belong to whispering about us as if we were insane. As if we were too “weird”, too “real”, too “serious”, too “different” to belong.

As for now, the spreadsheet is still an ongoing project, but I wanted to share what I learned from it. More like, what I've been learning from it. Take all that I say as objective facts, I'm not trying to criticize anyone in bad faith. These are just observations on patterns I've noticed.

Firstly, the sheer number of wolves and canines compared to... everything else. Like, I get it, I expected it, almost. But, out of 93 creatures, 54 are canines. Out of those, 40 are wolves. That's almost half of them. I get that wolves started to refer themselves as numbers, but it's different seeing it in paper, I guess.

Secondly, there's a lot of mammals. Canines, cetaceans and felines, mostly. Also mustelids, rodents, and equines.

There's not a lot of non-terrestrial creatures, that I've found of. This was also to be expected, I guess. But it was only three.

I also found only one reptile. I guess I haven't seen a lot of reptiles in the community in general.

Lastly, birds. We were most than I actually expected, as I've found 17. Out of those, I've seen more eagles than any other species in general.

Ghost: You weren't there. You didn't hear what they said to me.

Soap: What did they say?

Ghost: "What are you going to do, stab me?"

He lay there staring at the ceiling, head resting on her stomach as she held him between her thighs. He fingers twisted, massaging his scalp and temples as she coo'd in his ear.

"Nngh...?" He managed to mumble, which roughly trasnlated to "what's going on? It's so hard to think when your fingers are moving around and around and around..."

"Hm?" She asked softly, as he groaned at her touch. "You want to go under?" She chuckled lightly, applying a little more pressure to the massage.

He groaned in response. It'd cut off his thoughts again.

"Just let me take care of you, okay baby?" She pushed her fingers against him and made him nod his head. Yes. He should let her take care of him. It just made sense, didn't it?

Resuming the massage, he tried his best to tip his head back and look up at her. Had his head always been this heavy? Did it always take this much effort to move it?

Shining mischievous eyes looked down at him curiously.

"Yes? Did you want something?"

He did his best to form a coherent sentence, but it came out as a string of mumbling groans.

She pulled back. Too much. Burning hot stimulation.

“Relax,” the voice said again. She did, allowing his tongue to glide where it chose to.

She fumbled, almost knocking the headphones off her head.

“Deep breath.”

She took one, right as he went for her clit again. When she felt it she pulled away, hazily. Too much. The only thing keeping her from stopping him was the delicious words of the audio she was listening to.

He stopped, smiling at her. She really never was good at dealing with overstimulation, but this was her best time yet. Forty minutes of eating her out. His tongue went in again and lavished her. She moaned. The audio continued.

"Good girl."

Now that caused her to buck once more, pressing his tongue deeper inside of her. She whined.

"Blank."

“Okay! Great, now, you’ll just have to fill out this questionnaire and then we can get started. Remember to be honest with your answers.” The man smiled, a little too wide, gesturing to the computer in front of you.

You nodded. You really needed this job, and if the last hurdle in your way was a simple questionnaire? Well, you’d crush it.

The man, your future employer, stepped away as you began to fill out the questions.

Name. Age. Date of birth. Today’s date.

How did you hear about this job?

A friend of a friend, you wrote. Word of mouth.

Why do you want to work here?

You typed the word money, stifled a snort, before deleting it. This company is up and coming, a place to grow and learn with the company.

Do you work best managing yourself or being managed by others?

Definitely myself, you thought, before typing that you like a mix of both. That’s what employers want to hear, right?

No you don’t. Do you work best managing yourself or being managed by others?

What…? You scrolled to the other questions. They all read the exact same thing:

Do you work best managing yourself or being managed by others?

Creepy. Was someone watching the answers be filled in? You flushed at your fake answer earlier. Had they seen you type that?

Just to be safe, you wrote managed by others in the box. You scrolled to the next question.

It was now a video. How many workplace violations do you see in the above clip?

You breathed a slight sigh of relief at the normalcy of the question, and clicked play. It showed an office interior, with things like messy desks, a guy hitting a printer that wouldn’t work, and screens that were way too bright.

You began to type, watching the video to make sure you didn’t miss anything. Yeah, those screens were ridiculously bright, and the screensavers were sort of distracting. You didn't even glance at the keyboard as you typed out your answers.

Next question: Which of these is the appropriate work uniform?

Obviously not the maid outfit. Man, this was too easy. You clicked the suit and tie.

Incorrect. Which of these is the appropriate work uniform?

You watched as the mouth slowly moved towards the maid outfit. What the hell? You clicked the suit and tie image again. The screen flashed.

Incorrect. Which of these is the appropriate work uniform?

You looked around for the guy who led you in here earlier. Was this a joke? Some sort of prank? The job listing was real, the company was too — you'd researched them before applying.

You clicked on the maid outfit just to see if it would let you move on.

It did.

Good. The word sent a jolt through your spine. It was a pleasant but strange sensation. Click the following that applies to you:

I am a hard worker.

I am well motivated.

I always obey.

I am a good listener.

I want to sink.

The words began to swim in front of your eyes. Hazy. You shook your head, scrolling back up. Had all of the questions been this strange? You couldn't quite remember at this point. You skimmed through them, but it was your answers that made you stop.

Name: Toy.

Why do you want to work here? I want to obey. I want to obey. I want to obey. I want to obey. I want to obey. I want to obey. I want to obey.

How many workplace violations do you see in the above clip? Too many. The toys should be watching the video. They should be in uniform. They should be feeling good. Good toys make more good toys. They sink. They drift. They drop.

Everything was spinning now. You scrolled back down to see you'd answered all the questions.

Guy hears about hypno villain, seeks him out and is like “I know what you’re doing” and the villain is like “oh shit oh fuck he knows” but the guy is like “hypnotize me next pls 👉👈” much to the villain’s confusion but he complies and it’s sexy and hot and awesome

Okay, so I am SO sure I’ve read this fanfic before, but I couldn’t find it so if anyone knows the one I mean please send it so I can tag it!!

I hope you enjoy!!

It was always so easy.

Once he’d realised he could simply make any hero forget that they’d ever seen him, scrub his power from all records, get that one nice lady who worked at YouTube to copystrike all the videos of him…

Well, now he was a ghost. A shadow. No one panicked when he walked in. He could whisper in their ear easily, sending them spiralling down deeper under his control, melting into trance as he calmly and collectedly robbed a bank. Or two. Or ten.

Or how about that time he convinced that security guard to simply hand over the Mona Lisa only for it to end up on top of the Empire State Building. Everyone had seen him take it. No one would remember they had, though.

The joys of a hypnotic superpower.

He couldn’t be the only one, though. Mystery crimes popped up every month. No, there were others like him. Ghosts. Pulling the strings without anyone realising.

But, if no one remembered him then how the fuck was the third most well-known hero in the country currently trying to break into his base?!

He could see him, right there, waving his arms about staring right into the well-hidden camera mouthing the words HEY and HELLO over and over again. He also threatened to punch through the wall, and that just wouldn’t do. How did this hero know how to push the villain’s buttons so damn well?!

Against his better judgement, he opened a hidden door in the wall (note to self, remove this entrance) and allowed the man inside.

Stashing a gun into his pocket, just in case, the villain sat in his chair, fingers intertwined, waiting for the hero to approach.

“Ah, and do what do I owe the house visit?” He said, keeping his anxieties under wraps.

The hero stood sternly, silently.

“I do appreciate you giving me the opportunity to save my wall, but, then again, I don’t quite understand what you’re doing here.” The villain continued. He cocked his head, studying the broad spandex-cladded figure in front of him. Why hadn’t he attacked yet?

“I know what you’re doing.” The hero finally spoke.

Shit. Fuck. Motherfucker. No he absolutely did not. That was fucking impossible!

“Oh?” A slight tremble may or may not have made its way into the villain’s voice.

“Yes. You had a run in with a member of my team - she didn’t remember a thing, security footage showed a man who spoke to her and walked right past. She couldn’t even describe what you sounded like.” The hero continued.

The fucking security footage. He’d been on a time crunch, duties in the personal life getting in the way. Typically his commands involved telling the heroes not to bother with security footage - but external factors were… annoying.

The villain grit his teeth.

“Do you really think I couldn’t wipe your mind in an instant? Use you as a footstool for the afternoon, or make you beg like a dog, or maybe just forget you were a hero altogether.” A smug smile and lit up eyes didn’t seem to intimidate the hero.

“…Please.”

What.

“Excuse me?”

“P-please. That’s why I’m here.” The hero stepped closer, a manic laughter bursting from his chest. “What the fuck am I doing?” He shook his head.

The villain blinked, rising from the chair.

“You’re here for me to…”

“Use your powers on me.” The villain didn’t utter a word, and so the hero continued, pacing now. “It’s stupid! I didn’t even know that someone could do something like that, control someone like that - the footage unlocked some - some need in me. She said she’d never felt so wonderful, I had to find you. I had to.”

This guy was crazy, the villain thought. Of course he’d dreamt about using his powers to control the heroes, fully taking over the world with these symbols of peace and justice doing his bidding, but the smaller things interested him more. Leave the high stakes to the high profile villains, he was a shadow after all. But this? A hero asking him to? It was deliciously tempting…

“And how do I know this isn’t a trap?” The villain pondered, getting even closer to the hero now.

“I - this was taken from you.” The hero reached behind him and pulled out - oh, he pulled out a prototype - an amplifier. It could put everyone in a stadium under his power in mere seconds.

This hero was stupid, or reckless, or both. The villain took it back tentatively.

“You’re serious!” The villain cackled. “Oh, this is glorious. You - the only person in the world who knows my powers walked willingly into my lair in the hopes I’d toy with you?”

Deliciously tempting.

He let a small percentage of power seep into his voice. It became more melodic, persuasive, hypnotic.

“Well, that wasn’t very smart now, was it? Because now you’re here, with me, and there’s no one who’s coming to save you.”

The hero’s knees went weak, attention locked on the villain’s eyes. He was even biting his lip.

“Is this what you wanted? Are you falling so easily under my control? That eager for me to bend you to my every whim?”

The hero fell to his knees, a dumb smile forming on his face as the villain stopped reining in his power. The sound of his voice surrounded the hero, seeping deep into his mind until he could barely register where he was.

“I don’t often do kindnesses for humanity. I like to leave that up to you guys, but, I’m feeling rather… charitable today. Caught me in a good mood.” He studied the device - the gift, placing it on the side.

You love being told what to do, don’t you? It feels so natural to automatically obey.

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