
It Begins With A Tug (art by Spacemuttt)
You go about life. Everything is as you plan, as expected. But suddenly, you have caught the attention of those outside your world. A game is being played and you have become the newest piece.
It all starts with a tug.
You don't understand why, but it's a compulsion that urges you. To walk in a direction. Legs fumble one after the other. Step by Step. thump by thump. Your arms lazily try to stop them but they too fall into the sway. Limbs grow tingly and unresponsive. Soon your posture tightens unnaturally, Walking with purpose despite not possessing a reason as to why. Before the question passes your lips, a smile creases the corners of your mouth, and you find no reason to ask a question. The numbness and tingling creeps up your legs until you realize you're gently grazing your toes across the floor. A caricature of gait rather than any real idea of locomotion. It didn't matter. You were being moved and there was no reason to think about it. Looking at your hand, a cyan string holds it up. Did you look at it because you wanted to, or because the string directed your head and hand to gaze at it? You stopped forming thoughts around those questions and stared ahead. A gentle smile, Dangling in the air as cyan strings held you aloft. The strings decide. They direct. They compel. They are your brain now. They are your personality. They tug. you move.
And the question of who holds the strings is far beyond you now.
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Meet
spacemuttt A relatively unknown artist who was offering a large swath of artwork. They seemed very good at doodling hypnosis and I couldn't help but feel tempted to facilitate their progression into this community. *makes the little spacemuttt wave* Say hello to them. and give them a watch. They'll be drawing quite a bit from me for a while.
Art by
spacemuttt
It all starts with a tug.
You don't understand why, but it's a compulsion that urges you. To walk in a direction. Legs fumble one after the other. Step by Step. thump by thump. Your arms lazily try to stop them but they too fall into the sway. Limbs grow tingly and unresponsive. Soon your posture tightens unnaturally, Walking with purpose despite not possessing a reason as to why. Before the question passes your lips, a smile creases the corners of your mouth, and you find no reason to ask a question. The numbness and tingling creeps up your legs until you realize you're gently grazing your toes across the floor. A caricature of gait rather than any real idea of locomotion. It didn't matter. You were being moved and there was no reason to think about it. Looking at your hand, a cyan string holds it up. Did you look at it because you wanted to, or because the string directed your head and hand to gaze at it? You stopped forming thoughts around those questions and stared ahead. A gentle smile, Dangling in the air as cyan strings held you aloft. The strings decide. They direct. They compel. They are your brain now. They are your personality. They tug. you move.
And the question of who holds the strings is far beyond you now.
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Meet

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Category All / Fetish Other
Species Canine (Other)
Size 987 x 1280px
File Size 93.7 kB
Listed in Folders
*proceeds to watch
spacemutt.* An intriguing picture, indeed. I haven't seen these wires in quite some time, not since Diodki posted that picture about your coming to FA.

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