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Hypnosis~♡ That is all~♡

"Hmm? Oh the draft? Yes, I feel it too. Could you be a dear and close the window for me?"

"Hmm? What was that Dear Watcher? Speak up." ... "PffAHAHAH☆AHA♡H!~ Put you out of your misery? Now why on earth would I do that? You aren't important enough to be worth removing from play." "And besides, you're no good to myself or my patron dead~"

"You know...I don't ALWAYS *hate* being Michael, strictly speaking." "His body for instance. It does make a fairly versatile canvas upon which to broadcast my form. A tweak here, a change there, and it's nearly half as nice as being unbound~"

[#LewdRP] The Shadowgrapher. An artist turned warmachine. Yet somehow, where others went mad her mind remained. Follie~♡ -Lewd Themes/No Minors -Lit/Detailed Writer -Fem/Intersex Muse -Other Fandoms Welcomed. [🖤&🔃] More Below!

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"You misunderstand the process, my dear Watcher..." Michael takes your hand, his palm feeling much sharper and heavier than it looks. "Becoming something like me is not about merely having terror inhabit you. You must nurture your dread, like a finely tuned instrument~"

"Watcher...w-watcher~ Prey...No...not prey...more than prey...~" The distortion mutters to itself in some long forgotten corner of its inner labyrinth, having been taken by daydreams of their latest victim, [reader]. "C-collect you...take you here...make you mine..~"

My first ever solo ref for Jesse! Ahh it makes me so happy Love my boyyo so much Thank you so much big dumb boar (taking a break) <3<3<3

Michael holds you tightly as the world unravels before your gaze, grounding you further as you both sit in the painted clearing. "Good. Carry that feeling. That artist's touch upon a newly fluid world. Tear off a piece of it and keep it close. This, is your truth."

"The trouble with being, and being consumed by an endless and ever shifting cacophony of sensation, is that my thoughts almost never fit into words. Perhaps that's why my speaking to you, Dear Watcher, is so sporatic...Or perhaps madness just make for poor conversation!"

"Well I'll be, you made it outside!" "Good for you, really, congrats~" "But its so cold out there, isn't it?" "So lifeless" "So hopeless" "So very empty" You're barely a mile out before your fingers are numb "It really would be cruel NOT to invite you back in~"