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It would be a terrible shame if someone were to take advantage of that...
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Hi there. You look a little helpless.
It would be a terrible shame if someone were to take advantage of that...
also available on the other website for anyone after cosy escapism and comfort
Hi again!
Hey nerds I'm back! Let's fucking gooooo
I've been reignited by a couple things:
Game Changer but make it hypno (i just KNOW there's a bunch of Dropout fans in this community)
Quinn audio aka tryquinn: WHERE is the gfd content and do I have to make it myself??
Please let me know your thoughts and how you're doing and if any new cons have popped up with online access for us international kinksters ok thanks gang
Spiral maze used in psychological testing. Psychological monographs. 1910.
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Trees by Stanley Donwood
The sexiest and most enticing thing about erotic hypnosis to me, is the idea of surrendering all your control — mind body and sometimes spirit too — and becoming so full of someone else. When you want to go so deep into them, that everything about them, needs to be about you too. When just the sound of their voice sends calming shivers down your back and you cant help but relax. Their words becoming the voice inside your head, filling you with their darkest and kinkiest thoughts and desires — as if you always had their voice in your head, those thoughts were yours all along.
Of course you wanted all of this. The peace in no resistance, because they truly are everything that you’ve ever wanted to give in to. When they are so invested in you and you in them, that you want to fulfill their wildest dreams. So helplessly devoted to them that you want to be transformed into whatever they want you to be. Becoming an empty blank slate for them to paint and create the most magnificent masterpiece. Oh.. how divine it is to be unmade by them, all to be recreated again and again.
In the wonderful Shiho Shinomiya ‘s ropes
Model @ryouko-kinksm
There’s discovering that you have a kink as in learning something new about yourself, and there’s discovering that you have a kink as in you always knew you were into it, but you didn’t realise it was a kink because you honestly thought everybody was into it, and of the two, the second one is much, much funnier.
It’s like the boner-based equivalent of folks with undiagnosed food allergies going “I just thought bananas were supposed to be spicy”.
Please… you CANNOT HIDE THIS IN THE TAGS
I promise you that I have and unfortunately will continue to see foot fetishists talking about how all men naturally crave toes as part of the human condition :(
#there are many downsides to being an english major#reading some 18th century fellow talking about the natural male craving for foot licking is unfortunately one that is gonna stick around#and does no one remember that guy who wanted to fuck a heron and was EXTREMELY furious that no one else agreed that herons not only#were morally fuckable but MORE fuckable than say. a human woman
You people on tunglr dot hell really need to stop leaving pure fucking gold in the tags.
-Stares in decades of repressed hypnokink-
The gumption on these heron fuckers
Im back to brag about having fun irl
Which is a much better reason to have been and done a hiatus than any i've had before
Oh he is so very good
And so very curious
And he makes the most wonderful noises
And he gets so very flustered when i tease him
And play with him
And i just its just so fuckin cool
Im not even sad that it happened just as i was finding confidence to be present at cons and stuff.
He helped me work up to it, just as a friend.
A friend i could share all of this with.
I'm so fuckin lucky i get to share all of this
And that he's mine
And that i'm his
Hey guys. I miss you.
Had another flux in my ability to comprehend hypno stuff again... not sure how long that one lasted, but here I am again. Hi.
Hope you're all surviving ok, especially in the brain. Those things are fragile, please be good to them, ok?
Also I'm on twitter now, with exciting things ever moving forward, hooray!
Please give me a follow, it would be ever so nice of you
people who are super cute and dorky but also secretly kinky as fuck are very important
CW: This story contains sneaky Ericksonian Storytelling induction techniques, and no awakener, so please be warned it’s not one to be read before operating heavy machinery, or if you don’t fancy trancey language right now.
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Inspired by this post:
• The pine needles shift and rustle under your feet. The sound breaks the overwhelming quiet. Why don’t you hear birds? Why don’t you hear a
You had heard stories about the paths in these woods. People said that they made no sense.
Maybe they had made sense once, but the trees and ferns had shifted around them, and a mossy carpet had grown over what once joined them to the outside world.
But, weirdly, it was these stories that tugged at you more than anything. What kind of survival instinct is that? Is this a new form of nihilism? Some new way to be forgotten by the world, to be taken away by the leaves and spores? To make a new life in the liminal spaces between ancient trees and trickling rivers? Is that what it’s come to?
But It Does Sound Nice, you think, as you haphazardly pack your bag, feverishly wondering what you might need. Snacks, a drink, maybe some cigarettes? Maybe your phone, but it feels like it cheapens things.
You remember you took some moss from the edge of the woods some months ago. It’s still there, living in a jar, being kept on your desk in a way that feels presumptuous. The audacity of it knits in your stomach. You push the jar into your pocket, trying not to look at it. An offering, or an apology. It works either way. You decide to sweeten the deal with a shiny rock, and something you wove with your fingers when you were sad. You feel like you would like that if you were a forest.
It’s dusk when you get there, the trees yawning out to greet you. The rest of the world goes to sleep, and quiet falls around you. A rustle in the thicket catches your ear, and you glance up to see a fox staring right at you, a gleam bright in his eyes. You cannot break it, the thread holding you to this stolen moment, of feeling undeservingly sought out by something you could never understand. He blinks, slowly. You bow your head. And serenely, he steps away, his feet soundless on the bracken floor.
You kneel carefully, gently lifting a handful of leaves to a sight you remember well. A patch of moss, as wide as your footprint, with a bald spot. You reach into your pocket, and scoop out the stolen piece. It leans into its old home, as you pat down the edges. You bury the rock beside it, and lay the tangled web of wool on top. Your stomach softens, and you walk on.
The air is thicker here, each step stirring earth and spore, and deeply composted leaves. The entropy catches everything here, pulling it back into the cycle. Nothing is forgotten, nothing is left dead. The most decomposed matter is the most alive, as potent as any matter could be. Each patch of moss is its own tiny forest, each trickle of rainwater its own ambling stream. The sense of scale is baffling, feeling impossibly large whenever you look down, but always towered over by ancient trees.
You realise that decay is a lying concept. Wrapped up in ego, the idea that the breaking down of things is their own undoing. But here, the earth is rich in promise, full of what once was and what could be. The thick and fertile scent of earth and spore, of tiny emissaries of the web beneath your feet. A network of tiny fibers woven together through the soil.
Your thoughts dampen with every breath, a heavy muffle settling on your mind. It sinks more with every step, and you dimly notice yourself going deeper.
And as you go further, the steps come more easily. Like a drunken, downhill amble, you find your surroundings sliding by, folding past you in ways that probably don’t make sense.
The path was never really there, a quiet part of your brain thinks. After all, you’ve been following something else for a while now. The path of least resistance, you guess.
The sounds are muted, soft, and strange. A dark, inky blue bird chuckles to himself, watching you trying to make sense of it all. You spot him, and he chirps like a bird. He is gone before you blink.
And still, with each step easier than the last, your feet inevitably fall where they should, no thought behind them. The trees are bending around you now, beckoning you, folding in line behind you. They reach up, enclosing above you. They form a tunnel, a web of tendrils, of lichens and mosses knitting around the edges.
The edges are blurring, your gaze is softening. Each blink is heavier, and each breath is longer. The crunch of leaves is long behind you, softened by a carpet of moss. You don’t know when you last made a sound.
As you breathe deeper still, your vision drifts. You don’t miss it. As the greens and browns merge, you feel safer, softer, gently at peace.
The scent of the earth hangs in every breath. The ground is warm, the breeze a heavy blanket.
Your feet, which had been so obliging and light till now, are starting to weigh you down.
You’ve come so far, you’ve done so well.
You’d like to rest now,
Wouldn’t you?
And look, here, framed perfectly in knotted roots, a bed of moss. It’s always been here, waiting.
If you laid down here, you would grow roots, you know.
It would be so easy to lay your heavy head down in peace and quiet. In perfect stillness and softness, to lay down gently and breathe so deeply.
To reach out into the earth, to grow down into the dark.
Sinking down so deep.
To where it’s soft,
And quiet,
And still.
I’ve been thinking about this one a lot, what with the impending audio version, and the lovely encouraging reception the early drafts have received...
But the funniest thing I’ve realised is that almost any phrase in this story could be the name of a prog or post rock band.
My personal fav, and one I hope to see at next year’s Arctangent festival, is
Always Towered Over By Ancient Trees.
Pls feel free to use it if you are a prog or post rock band in need of a name, but only if you’re spooky ok thanks
A good moment to rest and let it go deeply... Now
I like this a lot for stealth reasons and also because hypnosis fans are all such damn nerds i love you guys
Oh this one is excellent.
~GOOD HYPNOSIS STUFF THAT NOT A LOT OF PEOPLE TALK ABOUT~
- Soft, comforting to calm someone down and eventually to sleep (this is good consensual or non consent)
-When someone isn't aware that they're being hypnotized and they slowly just... sleep
- MIND FLAYERS ARE SCARY AND COOL AND THEY POSSESS PEOPLE AND EAT THEIR BRAINS
-Amnesia. Amnesia is good.
-Just making someone fall limply into someone else's arms. Yes yes yes yesyesyesyesyesyes--
-Hitoshi Shinsou. If you don't know him, look him up. Just.. him.
-I like the kind of hypnosis where people aren't aware what's going on at all so when they wake up, they're a little confused. This could be used for comedic or angsty stuff.
-The super blank expression/stare
-N A G A S! Please look into their eyes
-Faeries! Same with nagas.
-VAMPIRES. Need I say more.
-Sleeping gas. Yes.
-I think it's obvious I just wanna be knocked unconscious
-The sleepy, almost drunk state. Giggle, dopey smile, not able to walk straight.
I'll add more if I remember more stuff
~Muse~
MY FRIEND REMINDED ME OF SOME MORE
-Repeating what the hypnotist says. Example.
"You're so sleepy."
"...Sleepy..."
-Yandere Hypnotists. Yes. Yesyesyes. We need so much more of this.
-Fractionation, need I say more
-Struggling to stay awake until finally falling over unconscious
-Hypnotic drugs? Ye good stuff there
YALL SHOULD ADD MORE I FEEL LIKE I'M MISSING STUFF
HI’ll add a couple
- Off switches, especially middle of the forehead
- Getting stuck in a loop
- Being left in a loop while the hypnotist does something else for a while
- Thinking something and realising that’s just what the hypnotist said
- Slow blinks
- Chin hitting chest as their head finally droops down
I just recorded an audio version of this post.
I can’t wait to share it with you,
But first it’s getting some weird noises from an excellent musician.
I’ve been waiting so long for weird good production techniques to make friends with hypnosis files!
(And I am very excited to be so brave that I’m trying my hand at audio, just to see it happen)
I'm sure most of you like rain sounds as much as I do.
But we're having some exciting weather over here in the UK tonight, and it's gone from 'Mmm, cosy', to A LOT.
I would love to know the tipping point when rain goes from cosy and soothing to VERY EXCITING
I think the dramatic lighting may be exacerbating things.