Color collides with grace, radiance, and fluidity, overwhelming in the best way that times the tempo you flow into. The motion is liquid electricity, flashing faster than logic can follow.
It builds and builds until your chest tightens in anticipation.
Right before the inhale...
That sweetest reflection where the lenses refracted focuses you. The joy of yielding to the movement. The relief of not steering...
The quiet pleasure of being guided by the rotation instead of resisting it.
Obedience is not small here. It blooms in neon symmetry and pulses in time with the shifting light ever expanding.
Reblog and Share the breath If that suspended second felt familiar.
RANDOM HYPNO PROMPT THAT CAME TO MIND THIS MORNING:
A superhero fights a villain who has the power to hypnotize anyone and uses this ability to terrorise civilians and commit crimes. The hero ends up hypnotized but manages to save the civilians, but the villain gets away.
However, the hero finds themselves addicted to the feeling of hypnosis and allows themselves to be hypnotized by the villain every time they interact.
Imagine walking into The Hotel and you look around and you are just bombarded with spirals everywhere. No matter where you turn, somehow there’s a spiral. Be it the ticking of the radio dial, or the spin of the clock, or be it just some magical mist twirling in the air…the spirals engulf you before you finish walking into the lobby.
You sink to your knees, unable to think, unable to speak, stunned by the loops spinning, surrounding you. The Hotelier comes up behind you and deftly picks you up, as you hang loose and limp
He carries you to the Princess’ throne, hidden in her room. There, her music sweetens your arousal, sweetens the trance, sweetens your mind.
synopsis: RED Engineer's been working on a new device to counter sappers. While he's out, the RED Spy decides to slip into his workroom to investigate... and Engineer returns a few minutes later.
“What in - SPY! Spy! Hell’s bells, boy, I was only out for a second! Haven’t I told you to stop snoopin’ around my workbench? And would ya at least do me the respect of lookin’ at me when I’m talking to ya, instead of standin’ there like you’re not even… like you’re not even… oh.
Oh. Heh heh. Never mind. Now I see what’s gone on here. You snuck in here thinkin’ you were gonna get a leg up on me by snoopin’ through my prototypes. But that pretty little number you’re starin’ at right now, you didn’t realise what it was designed to do, did ya?
…Well, seein’ as I’m a generous man and you don’t look like you’re much up for talking right now, I’ll explain it to ya. That prototype of mine was designed to solve a battlefield problem. Specifically, the problem of scoundrel-like cowardly spies of your oppositional hue sappin’ my buildings. Every time the mother hubbards get close, they’re patting themselves on the back for slappin’ a Mann-grade sapper on my finetuned designs. So what’s the solution? Putting a little upgrade on my sentries and dispensers that would make the spies not so smart. Not too complex an upgrade, but something nice and simple like a palm-size LED hypno-liminal microsaccadic display – that patent’s what got me my eighth PhD, incidentally - that would capture all their attention the second they walked up, and keep ‘em fixed and blank and staring like a deer in headlights before the idea of sappin’ ever even occurred to ‘em. Some pretty, irresistible display of flashing lights that would put a Spy’s connivin’ brain right to sleep until a member of my own team got there.
And at that point… heh, well, actually, I’m not quite sure what I’m doing explaining it to you. Judgin’ by that slack-jawed expression, that prototype you unintentionally activated is workin’ like a charm, isn’t it? Your entranced little head hasn’t been registering a word I’m saying. Suppose sometimes a Texan just likes to hear himself talk. Smile and nod for me now. That’s it, good boy, keep your eyes fixed right on the swirling lights. Serves ya right for snooping where you’ve been told not to.
…You know, that’s really what I like about being an engineer. Thinkers and philosophers and psychological operatives like yourself can talk in whatever circles ya like, but at the end of the day, all it took was a few special subliminals from one of my machines and you’re my blank little mannequin, aren’t ya? Say “Yes, Engineer”. Good. Actually, say “Yes Engineer, you’re a genius with 11 PhDs and I’m a stupid Frenchman who shouldn’t have been touching things that weren’t his”. Heh. You ought to be more careful, Spy, I could have recorded that.
…Hmm. You know, I hadn’t actually been planning on a unit test this early, but the results in front of me are lookin’ real good. Tell ya what, Spy, why don’t you keep on staring right at those pretty pretty lights for me while I make a few notes on reaction time and effective distance? That’s it, nice and blank, good boy. Mmm. Not to toot my own horn, but if your reaction is any indication, that damned BLU Spy’s gonna get a real nice surprise next time he tries to sap me…”
I wanna write some hypno smut. Well not smut cause sex isn’t real but you get the vibe, right?
Thinking of doing an erotic horror inspired by the web/spiral table from the Magnus Archives. This object crafted with a spiral pattern and an abyss at its center. An object consumes you entirely. One where the more you look at it, the more it consumes you. It does not say anything but it doesn’t need to. Just looking at it, following its patterns, tracing just one of its masterfully crafted lines all the way down to the abyss that is its center. Then repeating the process, following a new line. Until eventually you’ll follow the pattern anywhere. Through the abyss.
Through that gaining an understanding of what the pattern is really saying. Allowing you to be blissfully mindless as you do whatever the pattern tells you to.
God this is weird to write out. I remember when i was younger and wanted to keep my kinky interests as secret as possible. Thinking indulging it too much would make me a degenerate beyond repair.
Now I’m publicly talking about wanting to write proper hypno smut and feel minimal shame about it. Shame and fear of degeneracy are facists tools and it feels good to reject them.
Feels good to be better.
Also if you read this far, thank you and feedback is appreciated.
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