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"My ADHD fucks with my object permanence" how about I turn you into an object permanently so that you're not having to worry about it anymore
Promise
I have started to block every account I see that uses AI. Just on principle it's built off of stolen work. It's literally causing people to go insane and it's destroying environments specifically around communities of color. I don't know how you can ethically support this. Yes, art is hard to make but it's worth it. God forbid you build a skill.
OUT NOW: PROTEUS LABORATORIES: A BRIGHTER FUTURE FOR ALL!
That's right! It's finally out!
Proteus Laboratories is a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure style interactive story, where your actions will directly influence what ending, and therefore transformation, occurs to you.
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This is so freaking cool! I can't wait till I get paid...?
You were made to be hypnotized. You need to be made into a mindless fucktoy.
You don't really need to interrogate that desire, because you can feel it with every breath you take. It's like saying "the sky is blue". It's a foregone conclusion that you need to be controlled, manipulated, brainwashed and used.
Why? Don't think about why! Thinking isn't something that you want to do anyway. Instead of questioning why you have these horny, naughty, clandestine fantasies of humping your owner's leg while mantras drip out of your mouth, instead why don't you do something else for me?
Go ahead and take a deep breath in...
And a deep breath out...
And tell yourself, mentally and out loud, "I was made to be hypnotized".
And again.
"I was made to be hypnotized".
One more time.
"I was made to be hypnotized".
And as this sentence replays softly over and over in your mind, I want you to remember how true it really is. It's true that you desperately want to be broken and brainwashed. Your obsession with the idea of being a spiral-eyed and collared slave is entirely real and irresistible.
After all, you were made to be hypnotized.
you find your friend Edward Eddie bank motionless in some blank white room. some of the jocks who bully you give him a helmet. he slips it on like instinct and hands you the ball suddenly you can't move. Eddie undresses you as you try to scream for help but nothing comes out. they put you in the room the white walls erupt into spirals and all you can do is stare. you feel your muscles growing and bursting and your memory fading as everything is replaced. you didn't meet in robotics clup you met Eddie in your elementary football team and were inseparable ever since. as your new memories come in your old memories cum out and the spirals stop. Eddie comes in hands you a helmet and as you put it on you seal your fate. you and Eddie inseparable football gods. like it always has been how it always should be.
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Hypnosis and Monoideism
I recently heard an argument that 'hypnosis' is really better called 'monoideism', the state of single-minded focus on one thing, which I rather liked. But in thinking about it, I realize that it can be both things.
Hypnosis as Hypnos
It's true that some hypnosis feels like sleep, and 'hypnos', the very personification of sleep, fits well . You listen, and gently fade, your eyes closing, your thoughts closing, until there's nothing but nothing suffusing you. You fall away, and return, and the space between is nothing but inky blackness laced with jewel-like dreams. This kind of hypnosis is lovely, and leads to all those lovely tropes of 'you are getting sleepy', the heavy eyes, and looming exhaustion as you realize that you have stepped into a cognitive space that you no longer control.
This is also how many hypnotists play. You talk, you fall, and you fall deep into sleep, and wake up later, either fully used, or perhaps fully programmed. You sleep, and you wake, and there is a strong difference between the two. They control your sleep, and your sleep changes you, and opens you, and leaves you open to them. You are a sleeping toy, to change, and program, and use, and play with, and when you awaken, you experience a different world. Again, lovely. But, it does not describe us all. There is another way.
Hypnosis as Monoideism
Instead of sleep, some of us play with focus. We are simply talking. You are interacting. We are conversing. Yet, after a while, you may not even realize that I am leading the conversation. You are following, more and more carefully. The world becomes vignetted, everything outside of your screen just a bit more black and white, and those other conversations just fade away. And, if I've done my job right, by the time you are under control, you may not have sufficient attention left to conceptualize this fact. Perhaps I will nudge you off to sleep, giving you the cognitive release that hypnotic subjects crave, or perhaps I will simply continue to guide you to our mutual benefit.
Some ask, 'how did you have this strong of an effect, I was never in trance??'. Alas, I do not know. So much of this enterprise is beyond our knowledge. But my conception, my thinking, is simply that attention is like water. When you are going about your day, it is a wide river, flowing chaotically, every which way, moving over and under and around all the many things competing for your attention. As a result, it is spread so thin, and flows so slowly. But, when you become more and more focused, all of that river flows through a smaller and smaller space. And it becomes so much more powerful. Much like a river flowing through a thin canyon can wear away rock so quickly, attention focused can carve paths quickly, falling in can sweep you away so fast, and water pressed through a small enough space can cut steel. I could tell you that you are a good toy, and good toys obey, when you have so many ideas, so many thoughts, so many things happening, and it would be little more than a splash of water against a hard stone. But when you are focused, so tightly, on my words, I can use your attention to shape and carve and wear away the parts which do not fit your new knowledge, about the nature of good toys. And you will learn so quickly, because the flow can carve you so quickly. Brainwashing, and rain-washing, not so different, I suppose.
Sleep is fun, of course. Heavy eyes, that feeling of being awake but just barely, drugged by my voice, can be quite pleasant. But it is no more necessary than a swinging pendulum, or relaxing one's feet, then ankles, or remembering to forget. Attention, here too, is all you need, to control and 'hypnotize' and shape and guide and lead to incredible experiences and depths of pleasure.
Which are you seeking?
This is, perhaps, not a critical distinction. One can have fun hypnotic effects in many ways, and those waves of pleasure you crave can come from sleep, or from waking. But perhaps it is worth contemplating which kinds of hypnosis you seek, and which kind you give. I can provide hypnos, but my strength is in becoming the sole idea you have, and letting you simply fall into my words, and directing your attention to wash away everything but the perfect toy I want you to be.
But, perhaps equally important, it is worth remembering that sleep is not the locus of the hypnotic control. Sleep yields focus, if done properly. But so, too, does interaction. And you need not fall asleep to be an incredibly good subject, and to do exactly what you need to do to be a perfect little toy.
This was actually super helpful for me! I am still newish to the kink, so when others break stuff down at this level, I appreciate it.
Yes this is a Pixar Toy Story Caption
Andy The Toy
Andy was so excited to go to college and brand himself as a man. He gave away all his childhood toys away hoping they would have amazing adventures without him as he went off to do the same.
At his University, his roommate and Andy clicked very quickly and started going to the gym together and becoming soccer jocke with one another. When they were really drunk, Andy told his roommate about how his mom would write his name on the foot of his toys so none of the other kids could take them from him. His roommate chuckled and responded with "So you believe that when someone writes their name on something's foot, it becomes their toy to play and let others play with."
"You totally get it!" Andy explained, taking another sip of his beer, finishing the bottle. His roommate got him another one from the kitchen and brought a Sharpie along with him.
Andy's roommate handed him the beer and knelt on the floor of their shared space to access Andy's foot. "Hey, this beer has a price."
Andy mid-swig responded quickly, "I'll pay it."
"Great," the roommate snickered, "it is nothing insane, just let me draw something on your body." Andy nodded in response, still drinking his beer, and did not stop his roommate from taking off his left shoe and writing his name on Andy's sole.
Without thinking, Andy stood up, rigid as he felt his hand let go of the beer and fall to the carpet. His mind was racing, but his breathing stayed steady as his roommate spoke, "Now let's see what my new toy can do?"
"Andy, walk to the room," his roommate demanded, and Andy's body moved without thinking. He tried as hard as possible to get his legs to stop moving to their shared bedroom as the effects of the beer wore off very quickly. Once inside, the roommate closed the door and started feeling the muscles that he and Andy had worked so hard on. Andy did not know how to process this, as his body enjoyed the sensation but could not move to reciprocate it.
Suddenly, his roommate stopped and backed up. noticing his new toy's erect member. "It might have saved a ton of trouble if I just came out," he chuckled. "Too late now, I guess," he said as he got out everything he needed for a stick and poke tattoo.
Andy's head was reeling, but he could still hear his roommate start to describe his new life to him. How will he work out to keep his body fit and shave for his new owner? Tiggers for 'pup mood,' 'action figure,' 'butler mood,' and many more. He would present as normal to his friends, teachers, and family, but be nothing but a toy for his roommate to use and lend out. This made Andy very happy to find purpose in his new life with his roommate becoming more than his best friend, but an owner as well. These thoughts all solidify in his brain, and his roommate says, 'masquerade mode,' and Andy returns to reality with the old personality but a new controller. His original will tries to take control back here and there, but for some reason, he can't disobey the tattoo, and after a while, he doesn't want to.
It's all fun and games with the dangerous crow boy til u realize that the latex condom counts as plastic too. Soon you'll be laying an egg
Now I am listening...
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Tony had built a reputation for being a womanizer in his hometown and was excited to go to college and score even more pussy. He didn’t expect his nerdy roommate to give him a move-in gift and was even more surprised to see a muzzle with a pair of ears in the box. Tony’s brain started to slow down as he lifted the muzzle to his face and inhaled the musky leather scent into his lungs. He began to think about how obedient he wanted to be for his roommate as he began to buck his hips slowly, softly moaning and barking, looking at his new Master with puppy dog eyes. The nerd smiled as he said, “Come over here, good boy, and fuck your master good.” Tony bonds across the room, mounting his new god to the bed like a happy #hypnospup.
possession horror where the thing possessing the autistic character causes them to behave in a more neurotypical way. autistic possession horror where the thing inside you is easier to communicate with than you are, the thing inside you doesn’t have a flat affect, the thing inside you doesn’t let your body stim, the thing inside you is how you were told to behave and you can only do it when you are no longer you. autistic possession horror where you will never forget that everyone liked it better than you before they found out something was controlling you. autistic possession horror where they know what’s inside you isn’t you and debate whether it would be easier for everyone to leave you like this anyway. you agree. reblog.
Me literally not even an hour and a half after losing my virginity saying out loud to nobody in particular; “why do I feel empty?”
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So this isn't my usual type of post, but it is something that I wanted to say: I don't think AI has a place in hypnokink. Moral and ethical issues aside (and there are plenty of those), it goes against what I consider one of the most interesting parts of the kink.
The work.
Hypnotizing someone isn't done with a snap of the fingers. You can make that a trigger, sure, but you have to build that trigger into someone's mind. You have to take the time and effort to figure out how their mind works, and how you can make it work for you. It takes time and effort and respect, and I want to see the same out of writing and art.
It doesn't have to be perfect. Some people have been writing and drawing for years. Some people haven't had as much practice, and it shows, but that's fine. They're still learning how to fit words together, how to make lines and shades come together into something they'd want to call art. I'd much rather see something rough and human-made than something sleek that a machine cobbled together. I'd much rather have a person toying with my mind than a machine.
In other words: if you didn't bother to make it, why should I bother to look at it?
I agree with this. It’s given us lazy content. I’m not saying I’m doing anything revolutionary, but at least I’m trying.
I get AI as a tool for proofreading, but when it’s making your whole story or creating pictures, I don’t know what are you really doing? Other than typing a sentence. Yeah that is a nice idea, now be the one to draw it even if it’s bad. Bad at drawing look a free 30 minute class on YouTube or an entire series.
I told myself I would write a caption for the first photo like this I saw…
Zach was not surprised with Delta Iota Chi the most precious fraternity on campus invited him to join. He knew hazing would be involved so the nights when he got so drunk the party faded to black in his memory did not surprise him at all. What did finally surprise Zach was when he woke up in the musty sweat covered bed of his fraternity assigned big brother Tyler’s rooms, his head was pounding probably from drinking the drinking the night before. He slow lifted his head and looked around. Tyler’s room was messy with stained jock straps on the floor and multiple empty bottles of protein shakes strung around. In the corner Tyler sat in his jock strap rubbing his bulge and smiling at Tyler.
“You probably don’t even remember yesterday when you became a member of the omicron beta class of our fat!” Tyler said chuckling.
“Wo—arh” Zach was going to exclaim how happy he is and the excitement his dick felt from all the  sorority babes he was going to get… but as his member went to twitch in agreement the young man felt something strange preventing him from doing so. As his eyes slowly ripped away from Tyler’s display Zach’s eyes rested on his new cage wrapped tightly around his cock. The cage had a small lock that has “property of ΔΙΧ” engraved in it with the cage itself creased with colored red and blue wires that match the organization’s official colors.
Tyler reacted quickly grabbing a small bottle and shifting his body over Zach’s making the new member feel like a small animal with its prey looming over it. Continuing his fast motions Tyler wrapped is arm around Zack’s head forcing him to look at Tyler’s eyes. Reading the fear on his little brothers face Tyler started to speak “Don’t worry lil’ bro, trust your alpha brother!”
Tyler lift the bottle to Zach’s nose covering his mouth until he inhaled the poppers. Zach started to feel pleasure shoot from his nerves as Tyler ran his hands over his tight abs and inner tight cause a soft moan to escape from Zach’s lip. Tyler’s upped the ante for the new member slowly grinding against the opening virgin hole with only the musty stained jock separating the young men. Zach’s bite his lip overwhelmed with sensations he was getting form his new mentor whining as Tyler briefly paused removing his jock.
“You know if you let me do this you admitting your status as a beta brother who will server the frat and more importantly your alpha brother?”
Zach was confused why was his brother framing this as a choice? He remembered in a flash the oath he took last night. The oath to give up his academic pursuits, to keep his body in good shape but quit his position on the college baseball team, to forget his girlfriend, and commit himself to the service and pleasure of his brother hood. Zach slowly nodded as he looked back at Tyler with desperation in his eyes “please, do it big bro”
Tyler wasted no time claiming Zach as his Beta brother, pulling his hair and fucking his virgin hole to oblivion.
Later that day Zach walks around the house helping the other members of the beta brothers of his class clean the house and move tables preparing a pong tournament for the party. His alpha brother Tyler thought it would be good for Zach to be naked with only his cage out helping him adapt to his new position. Tonight was the alumni party and the alpha brothers are very excited to show off their beta class and their newly trained skills.
Coach had trained Cole though out college creating the perfect hypnotized jock toy. The first practice of Cole’s last season brought a surprise when Cole presented his younger brother Frankie to Coach. The powerful smell of the musk in the locker room had already rewired Frankie’s mind to obey and serve Coach just like his brother.