Habit @HabitEXE@mastodon.triggerphra.se

Retrospring (ask me questions!): https://retrospring.net/Habit

Queer Hypnokink Discord: https://discord.gg/GpzEB9Pghs
Oceanic Hypnokink Discord: https://discord.gg/sTvqsfJy9C

There's also Twitter, but it's all the same stuff I post here: https://twitter.com/Habit_EXE

- Gender is a bullshit structure that hurts me and everyone I care about. Do what you want with it, I don't care, just leave me out of it.
- Don't use gendered language to talk about me. No 'boy / girl', no 'masc / femme', no 'enby', no 'agender', no gendered terms like 'mistress', absolutely nothing. You don't need to refer to a gender when you're talking about me, ever, so don't.
- 'Non-binary' and 'trans' are both technically accurate, but they're labels I associate with for pragmatic reasons, not because I identify with them or their communities.
- If you have gender preferences for things (intimacy, romance, kink, etc.) don't try to involve me in them.
- Do not fuckin test me on this

https://discord.gg/GpzEB9Pghs

Promoting the Queer Hypnosis Discord! It's a server I admin that provides a relaxed, informative space to enjoy, discuss and share hypnosis as a kink.

We try to handle things differently from other online hypnosis spaces;
- Structural problems or changes are discussed openly and publicly with the community.
- Kink play is discussed with consent and safety in mind.
- No stifling gender / kink role assignment; exploration and expression are encouraged.

Everyone's welcome to join, whether they wanna get involved or just lurk.

Eating the part of them that can rage and resist, the part that does anything other than sit there anxiously and wait for those jaws to close around the rest of them

Synth resting on their side, immobile, staring out in front of them, the port on the back of their head opened up by a cable that snakes its way along their body to the laptop that's balanced on their hip

Horns are good because in the same thing you get very dangerous, imposing weapons that can make for a fearsome defense, *and* good handholds for fucking their mouth when you're done putting them in their place

That is, most of the time.

The rare occasion when they're alone in their chambers, desperate with heat, unable to keep composed. Robes cast aside, hands roughly kneading and pulling, their inexperience at taking care of their own needs quite clear. Gasps and a barely restrained moan would be enough to ruin their image, but for the sealed chamber and solitude.

"Our master, in such a state?"
"Unthinkable."

Or, what was supposed to be solitude.

"Quite unthinkable."
"Disgraceful."
"What would the people think-"
"-if they saw them like this?"
"I'm loathe to consider it."

The taunting compassion from their lieutenants was normally gratifying to watch. This time it was pointed in entirely the wrong direction.

"You were under instruction to guard the door."

Their breathing was heavy. Their voice wavered. The blanket they pulled across their body concealed little. It did little to slow the approaching bodyguards.

"We heard cries."
"Of a sort. We were concerned for your wellbeing."
"Mmm."
"It's plain that you are in need of... well."
"Assistance."

Standing from the bed, pointedly unconcerned about the display they were putting on, they summoned their pride and power.

"Return to your station. My needs are no concern of yours."

The smirks they got in response suggested the wrong approach.

"Needs?"
"Oh, but of course they have needs."
"Don't we all?"
"And it's not right that theirs should be so... neglected. All that time they spend in charge."
"Commanding."
"Yes, giving all those instructions. We need them for it of course..."

They were so close now. Touching, staring, exploring. An opportunistic hunger in their eyes, one that had perhaps been taught to them too well.

"But, perhaps..."
"Maybe..."
A breath at the shoulder, a hand at their stomach.
"Just for a little while..."
"Only tonight..."
Tracing the chest, moving steadily towards the heat at their thighs.
"They can be... a well-behaved... dutiful... attentive..."
"Slut."

Their knees hit the floor. They gasp. Assassination attempts and knives at their throat haven't left them feeling as vulnerable as they do right now. A few words would be all it took to take back control, but they can't find them. They aren't sure they want to.

"I... I command-"
"Shut up."
"Don't embarrass yourself any further."
"Just let us-"
"Let us take care of you. We can all see how much you want this."
"Need it."

They did. They really did. For their first time in a long, long time, their gaze softened. They looked up, expectantly, and they waited for instructions.

Warlord on a throne, imposing stag horns and flowing silver hair, with powerful sorceries and years of combat experience at their hands - though a stern steely gaze and a few well-placed words are almost always all they need to command obedience

Protecting their people fiercely, dismantling oppression and exploitation wherever they find it, leading loyal soldiers on the battlefield, always flanked by the same two people; their right and left hand, trusted lieutenants, watchful bodyguards, companions and confidants

Content with their relationships, but just as willing to let the worthy into their chambers. Sitting back and watching while their lieutenants play with their new toy, stepping in for hands-on instruction in how to please and serve. Whatever they will, without question.

The unfortunate impasse of having zero interest in changing my self-expression because of how people see me, and the fact that said self-expression doesn't do nearly enough to repel people who experience attraction through gender

My bf has just described me as being "very popular in several transbian relationships"

Tired: "You're so dommy, I could never dom you 😩"
Wired: "You're so dommy, but I'd still like to give it a try 😄"
Inspired: "You're so dommy, someone needs to take you down a notch 😈"

"We don't need to say "I'll dom you"... because by the moment those words come into our minds... our sub's already dommed and the deed is done!"

Nice to know dream me has the same reaction to covert hypnosis that real me has

Dream about throwing a little party for some people I didn't know, and one of them subtly attempting to get all cuddly and hypnotise me

They were like "isn't my necklace pretty?" and I was like "😏 I know what *this* is about." so they pivoted to being very unsubtle

"Don't talk, put your head on my shoulder
Come close, close your eyes and be still
Don't talk, take my hand
And let me hear your heart beat"

Fellas 🤔

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6HOHAflx1k

What's a good mixed-purpose tattoo for hypnokink 🤔 Like, a tattoo that someone could interact with in some way to act as a trigger

Ideally it'd be something you could get without a particular use case in mind

In retrospect this is probably one of those things that's just for me

But it extremely for me

So turns out this one is very very good in practice

Getting to watch a pet be all proud and powerful, but still adoring the gentle attention of an owner, is really lovely 😌

Pet (who is a) thief is just, like, the perfect concept

Sending them out to do little surreptitious tasks, all cloaked and dark and silent, then rewarding them when they get back with scritches and love 🤩🤩🤩

Exciting new addition to the 'throneside pet vs. adventurer's travelling companion' debate: professional thief's pet trained to steal things for them

Flirting is the process of communicating intent, no? If so, why would I communicate that which I don't intend?

Especially when what I do intend is so much fun

Fun fact about me: I'm actually a terrible liar. It's very hard for me to be dishonest about my plans or intentions, and I don't make promises I can't keep

So if I'm flirting with you, you can be sure I mean every word I'm saying