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listenupyallcausethisisit · 3 months

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am i intoxicated? i’m lured into provocative bliss with you. providential sensations unbound. formative arches of me within my process of becoming grow murky in my peripherals. the fibrous network of me-subjected to achromatic shifts that eventually become rifts i’ll endure until i learn weave myself whole again. the groundwork is slowly laid to facilitate my becoming a stranger to the power of my own ethereality. we barter; demure and hopeful, i pass the magic of me, shrouded in trusting vulnerability, into your open hands. into the whirlwind that is your embrace. these vessels of safety you offer me, gentle containers for the sea of my tears. oh how i need what you promise to build with me. for me. the soft glow of pure and intimate safety, of love that truly sees. slowly and surely you would allow me to crawl into your comfort. i playfully stripped away moments of myself until i lay scattered across your floor. oh god...the pleasure of blissful oblivion that became a lush floral garden as the echos of my own agency decayed; my sacred naked fragments reduced to ashes i could not see. i’m delirious and in love - i ache to leap into the abyss with you. give my self over to your every desire. i fail to notice as you so articulately eliminate my quiet hopes of reciprocity discreetly into the ether and i’m left with no concept of having had needs at all. you become my ritual. my entire physical form tingles with anticipation as i preform the dance of you. im inundated by visceral existential rebirth: finally! a glimpse into the joyful harmony of feeling loved. this unfortunate masquerade of decadence, draped silk concealing from me the violent yearning still churning at the depths of me. Archetypal safety you’ve skillfully woven for me; scattered bits of me misshapen into a tapestry of lies. how very clever of you, deluding me by my own hand. by my own willingness to become disposable for you. your words and your actions fed to me as opiates which make me malleable; a substance you use to forge me into a weapon of dehumanization. A weapon you concealed like a mirage of survival in an unrelenting desert. A weapon you so eagerly placed in my hand knowing i’d - a thousand times over - aim your gift of love into my own heart.

#prose #suffocation #unrelenting #falsity

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feralprodigy · 8 months

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Human, All Too Human; Friedrich Nietzsche

#human all too human #friedrich nietzsche #nietzsche #lies #falsity #good vs evil #self #life #deception

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1introvertedsage · 1 year

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learning-k0rean · 2 years

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거짓

[geo·jit]

(noun) fabrication, lie, falsity

#거짓 #geojit #fabrication #lie #falsity #theme: nouns

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philosophybitmaps · 1 year

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#philosophy #quotes #Friedrich Nietzsche #On Truth and Lies in a Nonmoral Sense #Nietzsche #lies #liars #words #language #falsity

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phydex · 2 years

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#Snake #falsity #wombo dream

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bproccoli · 1 year

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the poets definitely expect charlie to pull the most pranks during april fools but it's actually meeks who pretends to tell them some obscure fact when in reality it's the most ridiculous lie that he could make up on the spot and no one suspects a thing. he could tell them that giraffe eggs have the highest amount of calcium carbonate per gram out of all hard-shelled eggs making them good pigments for white paint and the poets would nod and be all like yeah that checks out. that is until they wake up in cold sweat in the middle of the night as they realize that giraffes do not in fact lay eggs.

#i fear i would also fall victim to stephen meeks and his factual sounding falsities #dead poets society #dps #dps fandom #dead poets #dps hcs #dps headcanons #stephen meeks #my posts

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mariondeux · 2 years

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[.IV] Je Te Veux

— MUSETTE OF FALSITIES

— SYNOPSIS ; Ritsu departs, leaving you to continue out of the forest on your own. As soon as you spot a tea party with two familiar faces, you make a break for it. He deceived you. He— And you’re pulled back.

CW ; NSFW, Non-con, mindbreak, you get chained to a wall, possessiveness, drugged sex, strong aphrodisiacs, degradation kink, rough sex, a little bit of manhandling, voyeurism, exhibitionism

WORD COUNT ; 1650

PAIRING ; Mad Hatter!Eichi Tenshouin x Male!Reader

A/N ; And here is the last part to the small series! The little bit at the end is the aftermath, by the way!

FEMALE ALIGNED DNI.

[.I], [.II], [.III]

Ritsu had carried you most of the way through the woods, but eventually he grew tired and dropped you off. He gave you directions for the rest of the way, climbing up a tree before vanishing as he laid on a branch. You're not fully recovered, but you didn’t want to disturb him any further, so you continued on.

Hope rose in your heart as you saw a peak of light far ahead of you, so you stumbled and nearly tripped on a branch on the ground as you ran forward. And before you knew it, you had stumbled upon a tea party. And the people attending the tea party were Tsukasa, Hajime, and a man with short blonde hair in a top hat.

He tricked you. That damn Cheshire cat tricked you! He led you directly to them. That was why he left you on your own!

Like a lamb to the slaughter.

They hadn’t noticed you yet. Maybe you could—

“Oh? And who might you be?”

Shit.

You ran off back into the forest, and as you just got back into the forest, you choked as the collar of your shirt pulled back. The White Rabbit had caught you. He dragged you across the grass, right back to the tea party in session.

“(name)! It’s so good to see you again~” His smile wasn’t the same as before, instead of the innocent, happy-go-lucky smile he’d wear. It was way more menacing. You can tell that he’s upset about you leaving him.

Tsukasa dropped you off in a tall, red velvet chair. “You know him?”

“Yes! I ran into him washing off in the lake and we talked, till he ran away from me..” He cried crocodile tears as he bit into his cookie.

“I ran into him as well, I was running to get to the tea party on time before he ran in front of me and made me late! So, I punished him,” Tsukasa sat back in his own chair and picked his tea cup off the little plate. Hajime’s eyes widened at his words and dropped his cookie back down onto his plate. “So you were the one who used him before me!” Hajime sighed in disappointment. You sat back in your chair nervously as they conversed, You had no idea these two knew each other, but then again they were as equally as mad. So, it made sense they only knew each other. You looked up through your eyelids to see the mad hatter peacefully sip at his tea before placing the cup back down onto the plate. He made direct eye contact with you all of a sudden, catching you off guard. “(Name), correct?” You nodded hesitantly, fiddling with the hems of your clothing nervously. Hajime and Tsukasa paused their conversation and looked over at the mad hatter. “Eichi Tenshouin, it is a pleasure to meet a handsome young man such as you. I have heard plenty about you from my dear friends,” Eichi rose from his seat and waltzed over to you with his arms behind his back. You held your head up to see what he had in store for you. “You see, these two have a strong desire for you–” “Eichi!” “I do not!--” “--And now I understand.” Eichi grabbed your wrists, lifted you off your seat and pushed you onto the table. His body hovered over yours with your wrists pinned on either side of your head. “(Name), I’ve decided that you’ll be mine. I can’t let anyone else have you.” Possessiveness flashed in his eyes, sending a wave of fear through you. You don’t know who was worse, the White Rabbit, Hajime, the Cheshire cat, or the Mad Hatter. A smile graced his features as your arms grew limp and the muscles in your body relaxed. You had submitted to him. “Suou, hand me the tea,” Eichi held his hand out as Tsukasa scrambled out of his seat to get what he wanted. He picked up a specific brew of tea, handing it off to the mad hatter. As soon as he had it in his hands, he pulled your mouth open and poured the tea into your mouth. “Swallow, my sweet angel.” You swallowed, and it only took a few minutes before your body became overwhelmed with heat. Sweat slowly built up and you could feel blood rush to your dick, making it embarrassingly enough firmed and bulge through your pants. The mad hatter paid no mind, instead, he pulled your clothes off and laid them on the ground, leaving you horny, and bare naked on the table with three people eyeing you. “There you go, what a good boy..” He whispered huskily, his gloved hand trailed down your body and slipped a finger in your gaping asshole. Eichi’s smile dropped a little as he stared at how absolutely stretched you were. “Hm.. I would have assumed you wouldn’t be too stretched out since only two people have used you. Tell me, has anyone else used you on your way here?” You nodded shyly, closing your thighs, “The cheshire cat had struck a deal with me to lead me out of the woods..” “Do you just throw yourself at anyone?” The white rabbit crossed his arms as his foot stomped the ground with jealousy burning through him. Hajime nodded along, nibbling on a cookie as he kept a keen eye on your flushed form. “You’ll be nothing but a common whore if you’re running wild without a leash,” Eichi grabbed a hold of your painfully erect cock, playing with the tip a bit as he slowly stroked you. “Should I fuck you? Do you think you deserve to have someone like me treat you as nothing but a doll?” Begging was embarrassing, but with the way you were now drugged and forced to be nothing but a bitch in heat, searching for release, you were forced to beg for more. You bucked your hips into his hand and his hips, begging for his cock to ruin you and dumb you down, to be bred full of his seed. And through your hazy trance, you promised to give yourself only to him, offering your freedom just to get him to ruin you.

And he did. He slid his cock inside of you so easily the wind knocked out of you. You spread your legs so wide to give him more access to your body as he split you open with his large length. He was like no other. He speared you more open than you were before. The ecstasy he brought you threw your mind into a frenzy and your thoughts consumed with the need to be good just for him. You wanted more. It filled you with greed to be stuffed full for as many times as you could be by him. Tsukasa watched you get railed by the Mad Hatter with his head in his hand. How unfortunate that he couldn’t have you for himself, but who knows? Maybe the Mad Hatter could be kind enough to let Hajime or him use you sometimes. But then again, with the way he’s looking at you, he doubted he’d let that happen soon. The Mad Hatter was a possessive man indeed. Hajime palmed his hard-on through his pants, getting off at the sight of you. Though he wished it was him in the Mad hatter’s position, he supposed this was quite fine as well.

You two spent god knows amount of time having sex on the table. Hajime had eventually excused himself once he had enough of his fill, wiggling his fingers at you as he waved goodbye. Not like you couldn’t. You were on the verge of passing out.

Tsukasa had excused himself a few minutes earlier than Hajime. Not for any reason, but mainly to give you two some privacy.

After being fucked so many times in one day and to top it all off, Eichi had fucked you more than once at that table. More than once was enough to get you to pass out from exhaustion.

Eichi slowly pulled his cock out of your abused hole, easily slipping out as copious amounts of cum followed along. Your unconscious body didn’t react at all. He smiled. At least he didn’t have to knock you out.

While you were unconscious, Eichi had gone back inside of his home to grab a pair of handcuffs from who knows where. When he returned to you, he cuffed your wrists and threw your slumped body over his shoulder, carrying you back inside of his house.

He’ll thank the other three for using you. If it weren’t for them, it would have taken him longer to break you.

Metal clinked against each other as you shifted awake. Your brows furrowed, eyelids blinking rapidly as you attempted to take in your surroundings. Your naked body sat on the cold, wood ground and metal clasped your wrist, keeping you chained to a wall. The walls were decorated in a deep maroon color with gold accents littering all over. Next to you is a bed with red velvet sheets, and in the same room as you was the mad hatter.

He turned around, noticing your consciousness.

“Good morning, sweet angel. I see you’ve awakened.”

“Eichi.. Where am I?”

The mad hatter tsked, walking over to you as he patted your head, “Incorrect. You refer to me as Tenshouin, you have not earned the right to refer to me by my first name.”

You let out a soft whine, your volume so low it came out as a whisper every time you spoke. You leaned into his touch, relishing in the warmth of his hand. You wanted nothing more than to be good, and maybe then he’ll reward you for all that you’ve done.

“Yes, Tenshouin.”

And maybe you’ll be the perfect, obedient pet.

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corvianbard · 2 years

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#4330

The current reality Is but only a falsity, The grand treachery Of the ancient devilry. Welcome now to fantasy That none can foresee.

#my poem #poem #poetry #reality #falsity #treachery #devilry #fantasy #none #4330

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kafkasmjjw · 8 months

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Seo Moonjo still remembers where it started.

He'd woken from the throes of sleep and walked the orphanage hallways to get to Ms. Eom. To tell her how all his teeth had fallen out in his nightmare.

He remembers how Ms. Eom had chuckled and said, 'Moonjo-yah, we're having a feast soon'. The orphanage burnt down not a week later.

During his first lecture, his professor had asked, 'Why dentistry?'

The answers that followed the muddled murmurs varied. Money. Opportunity. Independence. The label. It runs in the family. All of it was so materialistic, so pretentious and worldly and greedy.

When the doctor called on Moonjo, he did so without a name. Young man! Why did you choose this field?

'Teeth,' Moonjo answered in his head. 'Because there's something less scientific and more visceral about the strongest substance in our bodies not having the power to repair itself. I want to be relied on.'

In the lecture hall, Moonjo pushed his glasses up his nose and voiced a blunt, "I like teeth."

He tilted his head when the professor grinned, and he looked deeper, inspecting him under a magnifying glass.

Guillaume Duchenne de Boulogne had once said that the first sign of a genuine smile is the contraction of the orbicularis oculi muscles around the eyes, and the tightening skin it brings about.

Fake, he thought. Even as he responded to his professor with a smile of his own.

Moonjo liked hiding things in plain sight, and he thought that the forged display of amusement was an answer in itself to the question. Perhaps one that required a little more insight into his life.

To Ms. Eom and the twins, teeth are weapons. Cutlery to gnaw on bone with. But to him? They're deceptive. Tools. A means to tamper with feelings. To influence and manipulate and corrupt.

The man turns around. He openly looks him over before he greets him. And they share a drink.

He steps onto the roof and takes advantage of the new resident's distraction to study him and take in the genuineness of his every movement.

He finds catharsis in it for a long while before he makes his presence known, "Are you the new guy?"

Somewhere amidst their conversation about a psychopathic pianist, Moonjo stills. He feels around, attaching himself to his body again, reclaiming it as his own instead of an implement, and feels the warmth in his cheeks and the coldness of his drink and the—

The unintentional flex of muscle around his eyes. Foreign and unwelcome. It's a momentary crack in his poise that 303 doesn't notice, too caught up in the psyche of his Pianist.

Moonjo takes a closer look at him, with all his senses at once. It's enough to put him at ease. He takes another gulp of beer, and, as quietly as possible, lets the crack web into something a little broader.

A little more ruinous.

#mjjw #strangers from hell #seo moonjo #yoon jongwoo #sfh #moonjo x jongwoo #found this in my drafts #just a drabble i wrote for last year's sfh theme week: “moonjo and falsity”#drabble

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