Types Of Intelligence For Your OCs

yes yes mean scary sadists are great but what about sadists that smile and sweet talk you while they wreck your shit? sadists that speak in a sing songy voice while making you cry, sadists that giggle when you beg for mercy, sadists that can't help but express joy while they're making you suffer, sadists that strike fear in your heart every time you see their wicked grins?

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me and who

it is late and i am alone,

sitting on the front porch,

and i wish, more than

anything else, that i had someone

that wanted to sit with me.

someone to look at the stars with

on the nights when the weather

is nice and the clouds

feel like sharing their secrets.

someone that will ask me

to stop by the store on my way home

and pick up a couple of bottles

of that champagne that we like.

someone to wake up with

the next morning,

instead of sleeping in,

because a walk in the park

and a sit by a fountain

cures everything, even hangovers.

someone that will share

those kinds of secrets with me.

someone to stop me from arguing

by reaching over and

plucking a few flowers for me.

someone to say, "here,

i know these will make you sneeze,

but i also know you would rather

have them and be sneezy

than not have them at all."

i want someone

for the little moments.

i want someone that gets

that the little moments

aren't little at all.

-mars

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100 good questions to ask your friends at 4:02 am when you can’t sleep (can also function as an asks list)

Are you bothered by your cosmic insignificance?

Do you mourn for a place or person you’ve never known?

Do you really think there is somebody for everybody?

Do you place any value in gender roles?

Do you have to be related to be family?

Are your platonic relationships just as valuable as romantic or family ones?

Are you in love? Do you want to be?

Do you think you can put love into categories (family, platonic, romantic, etc.) or is it just one general sensation?

Would you be happy with a life without romance? 

Are you always going to be a little in love with somebody?

Would you change your appearance if you could?

Do you have the feeling you’ve lost something you might have had in another life - whether it be a person, a place, a world, a language, etc.?

Do you believe in reincarnation?

Would you want to be reincarnated?

Do you think you’re special, or just another person amongst billions? Can you be both?

Do theoretical ethical debates have any value? Is it important people discuss ethical dilemmas, e.g. the trolley problem?

Did you have imaginary friends? Do you still have them?

Are you religious? Do you think your religion is ‘correct’?

If you aren’t religious, do you wish you were? Why?

Do you want a grand adventure?

Do you have somebody, whether it be a friend or stranger, who you think you could have loved if the circumstances were different?

How long does it take you to fall in love with somebody?Is the sensation of ‘falling in love’ or ‘being in love’ better?

Is love about convenience or something more? Can it be about both?

Do you think you really understand your gender and sexuality?

How fluid is your concept of gender and sexuality?

What’s the most life-changing choice you’ve made so far?

Are you afraid of growing old?

Would you want to live forever? How about for a billion years, a million, a millennium, a century?

Do you believe in some form of god/s?

Are your choices fated or of your own free will?

Do you have a hunch about how you’re going to die?

Do you believe in star signs?

How old do you have to be to be considered an adult?

Was your childhood happy?

What are you missing from your life?

Have you ever met someone who had a very similar personality to your own? Did you get along?

Do opposites attract?

Is your life what you expected it would be five years ago?

Do you know what you want out of life?

What makes a person ‘good’? Are you a ‘good person’?

What fundamentally matters do you?

Is freewill an illusion?

Do you create art? How do you define art?

How often do you lie? Is all lying inherently bad? Are you generally truthful?

Do you want to be remembered after your death? What for?

Is true world peace ever possible?

Do you have to suffer to truly understand the human condition? What is the human condition? How can you really experience it?

Are you free? Will you ever be? Can anyone be truly free?

Do you hold yourself to higher standards than you hold others?

What do you expect from a friend or partner?

What question could you ask to find out the most about a person?

Do you justify all your beliefs or have you just inherited/absorbed some?

Which beliefs do you have that is most likely to be wrong?

Can human really understand the complete nature of the universe, space and time?

Is a conscious what makes someone a person?

What do you think about artificial intelligence?

Do you thinks humans are obsessed with escapism (books, video games, movies, etc.)? Are you looking for an escape? Do you think that’s a bad thing?

Are we eventually going to ‘run out’ of new combinations for music, art, language, etc.? Is there a limit to human creativity?

What do you think the next era of music will be like?

What do you think the next era of fashion will be like?

Do we live in tumultuous times, or do they just seem so strange because we’re living in them?

Would you want to meet a clone of yourself? Would you like them?

How confident are you, really?

How consistent is your perception of time?

What age should people be allowed to vote? Should children and teenagers be allowed to vote?

How do you feel about the idea ‘an eye for an eye’?

What’s the worse thing a person can be?

How do you feel about monogamy?

Can you be in love with someone and still fall in love with someone else?

What’s the tragedy of your life?

Would your life make a good play?

Should people be prosecuted for crimes that weren’t considered crimes at the time?

Would you fight for your country? Do you feel a sense of loyalty to your nation?

Do you believe in gender equality in every aspect?

Do we have a moral obligation to care for others? To what extent?

Do you crave approval and/or praise?

Is there comedy in all tragedy and tragedy in all comedy?

Are you ever going to be satisfied?

When you are sad, do you listen to music that conveys your emotions or music that makes you happy?

Is your music organised by mood or sensation or do you just listen to everything at any time?

Would you marry a friend if they needed you to (e.g. for citizenship)?

Are you a deep person?

Given the chance to live your life on Mars, with no hope of returning to Earth but with the promise of scientific discovery and glory, would you take it?

Are you who people think you are?

Do you think you would be happier if you had been born a different gender, sexuality, race, ethnicity, nationality or religion?

What’s your toxic trait? Are you trying to improve yourself and fix it?

Do you anger easily?

Are you a jealous person?

If you lost all your memories, would you have the same personality?

Given the chance to reset your life (with none of the knowledge you currently have), would you take it?

Is hate as strong as love? Who do you hate?

Do you speak multiple languages? Which do you dream in? What language would you want to learn?

Do you draw meaning from your dreams, or do you disregard them?

How would you describe yourself when you love? Do you love forcefully, unconditionally, gently, quietly, desperately?

Is unrequited love real love?

Is your perception of yourself similar or the same to how others perceive you?

Are you overly analytical?

Do you ever feel that you are really a terrible person, and only act good out of societal or some other obligation?

Do you believe in magic? Are you superstitious?

What belief do you have that isn’t logically grounded, but you still firmly believe in?

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soulmate (n.)

A person with whom you have an immediate connection the moment you meet – a connection so strong that you are drawn to them in a way you have never experienced before. As this connection develops over time, you experience a love so deep, strong and complex, that you begin to doubt that you have ever truly loved anyone prior. Your soulmate understands and connects with you in every way and on every level, which brings a sense of peace, calmness and happiness when you are around them. And when you are not around them, you are all that much more aware of the harshness of life, and how bonding with another person in this way is the most significant and satisfying thing you will experience in your lifetime. You are also all that much aware of the beauty in life, because you have been given a great gift and will always be thankful.

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“On your knees, pretty girl.” “Come on, sweetheart, open your mouth.” “That’s it, princess, suck on my fingers.” “Beg to ride mommy’s thigh.” “Nice and slow, honey.” “Feels good, hm? Tell me you want more.” “Nuh-uh, good girls hold it in.” “Are you close, baby? Just another minute.” “Let go, darling, show mommy how good I make you feel.”

Instructions, guidance, pet names, always.

Anyone else just feel so full of love and pride for someone, or is that just me?

My thoughts are filled with images of her, and with every single one I just feel so much adoration. It’s like I physically feel the love overflowing inside me. God, she deserves the absolute best in life, I hope all her dreams come true.

And I hope I get to see it all, and be a witness to her magnificence forever

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Yessss, I just love the feeling of your warm and trembling tongue against my fingers as I push them down deeper. And there it is… that perfect little gagging sound. Mmm, such music to my ears. And while you’re choking so sweetly for me, I land another sharp slap to your dripping pussy.

“Oh, sing for me, darling,” I purr, as I slide my strap inside you with a deep and smooth thrust. “Sing me that pretty song your body knows so well.”

Your moan is muffled and messy... exactly how I like you. My fingers press firmer into your mouth now, and I lean down and lick the drool catching at the corners of your lips. God, I just love the way your eyes have become all glossy and how that pretty mind of yours is slipping just where I want it.

“Such a pretty thing,” I hum as I pinch your tongue. “But hush now, sweet one. Just let Mommy use you.”

You squirm and whine against my fingers, as the headboard slams against the wall in rhythm with each hard thrust. “Tsk, what did I say?” I rip my fingers from your mouth and quickly tangle a fist in your hair and turn you around onto your stomach. My grip tightens as I pull you upright as my strap sinks deep again, forcing your body to arch into mine.

“There we go... yes, listen to you,” I breathe against your ear. “So wet... so loud… you sound absolutely obscene for me, my messy, desperate girl.”

You whimper something between a sob and a moan as I start thrusting again, each one sharper, meaner, until you’re shaking for me.

“Are you my messy girl?” I murmur against your neck, letting my teeth graze your skin.

You hesitate. My hand snakes around, grabbing your breast before twisting your nipple harshly between my fingers.

“Answer me.”

You squeal and gasp, “y-yes, Mommy…”

I click my tongue and slow down, just to tease. “Mm-mm. Now I don't think I could quite hear you there.”

“I’m your messy girl, Mommy” you moan breathlessly and raw, which makes my pussy clench around nothing. God you're lovely like this.

A wicked chuckle rumbles from my throat as I press your face into the pillow and angle the strap just right. Your sounds turn into slurred, garbled pleas as I thrust, slow and deep.

“That's a good girl,” I croon sweetly. “Now tell Mommy, what she thinks of you, hm?”

You can’t even find words now, babbling into the pillow.

“Use that mouth, sweetheart.” I deliver a firm slap to your ass. “Answer Mommy.”

You whimper, voice shaking. “That I’m… a messy girl.”

Another sharp slap, and you cry out.

“Try again.”

Your body trembles as I pick up the pace, pushing you higher and higher, letting the rhythm wreck you until you scream, “Th-that I’m your slut!”

My laughter is low and amused. “Such a foul little mouth…” I tsk. “Let’s wash that clean.”

I flip you back around, to find your eyes wide and so deliciously spaced out. My fingers push past your lips, massaging your tongue with faux sweetness, before I push down. Your eyes widened as you struggle against me until I let up and you moan softly.

“There’s my good girl… so easily undone, aren’t you?”

A soft, wet whimper answers me.

“Oh sweetheart, maybe I expected too much of you.” I croon, still thrusting slow and deep. “But that’s okay. You don’t need to think, do you?”

You shake your head, mouth full, eyes dazed.

“That’s right. All you need to do is let Mommy fuck you dumb.”

And I do. Deep, delicious thrusts, while my fingers keep your mouth full and your mind empty, just how I like my favorite toys.

Want a wife so I can do really slutty things for her like make her coffee in the morning and give her forehead kisses