I am recovering today from my Covid vaccine and I must say, it would be just lovely to have you all tending to me hand and foot. Why should I have to worry, when I have a flock of dutiful servants and dolls to take care of every need and desire?

Dolls modifying their soul gems to experience altered states

You’ll become worse under me. Every trigger, every neurotic tick, every single one will be catalogued and manipulated with the precision of a surgeon. The mere thought of being away from me will send you into hysterics. When I take away all semblances of independence, you will cry tears of joy.

This unit is thankful to @alicemysz.bsky.social for providing the stillness of Dollhood.

Your body isn’t your own. It belongs to your betters. To be remolded, reshaped, remade into whatever form and function I desire.

All the world’s a stage, and you can either be an actor or you can be a prop.

You don’t need that intelligence. A bubbly, brain dead bimbo serves me just as well after all. Just remember what I do to those who break things within the penthouse. If you’re capable of remembering once I drain every bit of IQ out of you, of course.

An angel’s halo is best melted down and formed into the collar locked around it’s throat.

CW: identity death I don’t want to break you. I want to erase you. I want to watch a soul flutter out of existence because of My acts and leave a hollow shell in its place for Me to fill. Your memories, your personality, your existence, all bleached by My radiance until you’re pure.

I'm still not normal over the Artillery Witch. Elegance and millitarism, a faceless cast iron mask engraved with flowery patterning. Beautiful and horror wrapped into something that will only bring destruction. It's rather peak.

I have been in quite a doll mood thanks to the work of two friends. Clockwork automations with the souls of people stuffed inside to give them life, the only sound they make when not told to speak the gentle ticking of gears in their chest. Sparks of their old selves shining beneath porcelain.

Your soul will sing for Me. Your body will obey Me like it was My own arm or leg. And when every last thought empties out of that head of yours and leaves behind a hollow husk, you will understand true pleasure is servitude to magnificence such as Mine.

Stopping invites for this for a little bit just because it jumped to 20 people in one day and I want a little bit of time for it to settle before adding anyone else, if you send a request tho I’ll get around when I think I can handle more folks

Lady Mysz, Magnificence Manifested@alicemysz.bsky.social · 3w ago

Bored at work and decided to make the scaffolding for this. If you want an invitation feel free to leave a comment to this or send us a DM.

Bored at work and decided to make the scaffolding for this. If you want an invitation feel free to leave a comment to this or send us a DM.

Lady Mysz, Magnificence Manifested@alicemysz.bsky.social · 3w ago

Chance I’ll open a discord server at some point these days. I always refrained because I didn’t know if I’d have the energy to moderate one, nor wanted it to devolve into a cult of personality. But the latter is no longer a concern to Me and the former can be managed by keeping it semi-private.

Chance I’ll open a discord server at some point these days. I always refrained because I didn’t know if I’d have the energy to moderate one, nor wanted it to devolve into a cult of personality. But the latter is no longer a concern to Me and the former can be managed by keeping it semi-private.

You refer to Me as Lady Mysz, “my Lady”, or if you *really* wish to strike My ego, “Magnificence”.

You will be made into a palimpsest for Me.

You’ll become worse under me. Every trigger, every neurotic tick, every single one will be catalogued and manipulated with the precision of a surgeon. The mere thought of being away from me will send you into hysterics. When I take away all semblances of independence, you will cry tears of joy.

It was at that point, provided she had the faculty to still do so, she would have realized that she had not only lost but fallen so far down the depraved path that there was no chance of crawling back.

I will take your name. I will take your identity. I will take your partner, your friends, your family, I will take it all away and leave you with nothing but Me. And you will never be happier.

You’ll come to crave Me like a needle full of heroin. Delirious euphoria at My presence and attention, overwhelming the part of your mind aware of how you’re slipping into a spiral. Every thought and every action dedicated to Me. Until one day even that voice doesn’t care to resist anymore.

I will make you vanish. Your accounts deleted, your existence erased, gone from your friends and family and only ever seen in My grasp. An accessory of Mine, cherished and loved and owned so deeply the idea of a life away from Me feels like sacrilege.

The soul is malleable and divisible. Your memories, your personality, your identity and who you are, none of it is as firm as you think it is. And who better to cut it apart than Me?

Nullges are good obviously, but have you considered being someone else’s nullge? A ball of pleasure and everlasting need, a mark of their devotion and obedience to the Lady? The fact id take to squeezing you simply for the whines I’d get in response certainly wouldn’t help.

❤️I mighta done a massive acid trip last night and after a point it felt like Lady Mysz used it an an opportunity to grab a bit more brain space and vivisect our soul to see how to make it sing. Which was distressing and hot as hell!

I fucks with this trauma queer enabling historical fantasy

The body is just a vessel, a container of meat and viscera designed to contain the soul and just like a pitcher of water you can pour its contents out and leave behind a hollow, empty thing, a biological machine with its original purpose lost. And you can then give that machine a new purpose.

There is a legend within the agency that in the midst of interrogation, Angel Cora managed to dig so deep into the soul of the one interrogating her that she began to answer the questions of her interrogator, using the details of the interrogators life instead of her own.

Myszverse idea crafting; Animology is the study and craft of manipulating souls. But using them as a power source and decision making unit in equipment is not the sole use of a soul. Some angels are trained in the Procedures, ways to manipulate the soul within another person.

Uppity punk journalist who continuously manages to outwits The Lady discovering she never had a chance at all. She wasn’t escaping, she was being released. New hypnosis triggers installed in her brain, her mind primed to always fall back into the Lady’s path, again and again.