#tw hypnotism

[sarcastic-sketches]

Really missed opportunity during the TV Movie to not have The Master hypnotise Eight directly - no memory, no direction, I can't imagine his mental defences would have been that high either.

[part of an art event for @serpentinemalign]

Pose ref by melon_soup

[not-jiraikasa-kun]

Tw hypnosis

So im gonna do a thing.

I love hypnosis. And I love Luna ( @amia-679 ). Anddd I have managed to bring her into a state of mind where she feels like a dumb, pretty, subservient porcelain doll!!!

You may ask her anything about this state of mind, the lengths she’d go to listen to me, and other questions!! So… ask away :333

[deke-rivers-1957]

To Sleep Perchance To Forget

It didn't hurt at first. Getting stabbed. After all he was still in deep with this fight against Shark. He never even liked the guy so he wasn't surprised it turned out like this. He tussles with the knife, it goes into Shark's chest and... wait.

"Pa?"

"Son. Why did you do this?"

In Shark's place is his father.

"What? No this wasn't meant to happen. Pa! Pa!"

He feels himself being shook awake.

"Danny. Danny. Wake up."

He shoots up in bed half awake.

"Huh? Pa I'm sorry!"

"Shhh. Danny wake up."

He blinks a couple times before he can clearly see Nellie.

"Wh-what happened?"

"It was that awful nightmare again, Danny."

Danny lies back down in bed and groans.

"That's the 5th time this month. I should be over this by now. All this stuff with Maxie happened over a year ago."

"I know Danny. But maybe this is something that goes deeper than just Maxie."

He looks up at her.

"What do you mean"?

"I think. All of this comes from the fact that you feel as if you failed Mr. Fisher."

"Of course I feel that way. I know things are better now but... I just want to forget."

He curls up to Nellie.

"Can't you just hypnotize me and tell me it'll be alright?"

Nellie can't even begin to think about that.

"Danny, I don't think that's a good idea. Something like that scares me. I've always been told that sort of thing is tied to Haitian Vodou. It's evil, Danny."

Danny sighs.

"Well.... what about if you just rub my head and help me think about something positive?"

"Oh. Yes I can do that at least."

Nellie starts to rub Danny's head.

"Close your eyes and think about that house you showed me. The one by the river. Where no one would know where to find us. It will be our home and-"

"Zzzz."

Nellie looks down and sees Danny's asleep. She kisses his forehead and tucks him back into bed.

"Sleep well."

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[sharksnshakes]

Please - Jervis Tetch (Gotham)

Jervis Tetch has a habit of wanting what he can't have.

A/N; is this a drabble? it feels like a drabble. anyway what if jervis was down catastrophically for you, use of (y/n)

Wordcount; 160

TW; mentions of hypnotism, soft yandere themes, honestly pretty fluffy

“Please,” he murmured, rubbing small circles into the skin of your cheek. Jervis's palms were warm where they cupped your jaw, touch gentle, tender, as if holding on to something priceless.

He smelled of spices and smoke and leather-bound novels, and if you didn't know any better, you'd say you felt safe.

There was no way you truly were--not with the way his eyes kept darting to the table, where his trusty pendulum sat atop the dark wood. It took all his willpower not to put you under his spell: it was written all over his face. Even half-shrouded in shadow; he wanted you to accept him fully, authentically, irrevocably, without any sort of hypnotic influence.

Your mouth was dry. You were blinking at him owlishly. You had Gotham's biggest bad in the palm of your hand.

What a predicament you’d gotten yourself into. 

“Please,” he continued, voice soft, touch comforting. “Let me be yours, (y/n).”

[serickswrites]

Vampire whumper and human whumpee

Vampire hypnotized them into following commands, but it's worn off sooner than later. Now whumpee is in their bed longing for them to return because they're addicted to the hypnotism. Whumper returns to find they cried themselves to sleep. They're not supposed to be in whumper's bed.

Hello, Anon! I can definitely write this for you.

Warnings: hypnosis, hypnotism, biting, blood, vampire

Whumpee was in ecstasy. Whumpee was in pure pleasure. Everything around Whumpee was pure joy. The world was soft. The world was warm. The world was amazing.

That was how Whumpee felt every time Whumper caught them. Every time Whumper caught Whumpee's gaze. Every time Whumper hypnotized them. Whumpee knew distantly Whumper did this so they could command Whumpee. So that they could have Whumpee be still and give into their bite.

But Whumpee didn't care. They couldn't get enough of the feeling. Couldn't get enough of the high Whumper gave them. And so Whumpee eagerly awaited Whumper's return tonight. Whumper would be sure to visit them this time. Whumper had skipped over them the last several nights. But not tonight. Whumpee was certain that Whumper would find them.

Whumpee could barely keep their eyes open. It was getting late--or would it be early--and still Whumper had not come for them. Surely Whumper would come. Whumpee let their eyes close, just for a moment. Whumper would wake Whumpee when they arrived, Whumpee was sure of it.

Whumper crept into their own bedroom, ready to tumble into bed after a long night. They wanted nothing more than to curl up as they felt the early moments of dawn begin. Whumper froze as they opened the room to their underground bedroom to see someone was already in their bed. Someone who wasn't supposed to be there. Someone who Whumper had been avoiding because they were addicted to Whumper's gaze. Someone who Whumper didn't want to see ever again.

Whumpee. Whumpee was curled up beneath the sheets in Whumper's bed. And Whumper didn't know what to do next.

[seaswalllow]

tw: hypnotism, manipulation

up, and around, and about, and down. around, and around, deeper, and deeper. metal rings against metal, each tone overlapping the next. 

you lift your head, and you know.

your time has come. 

up, and down, and around, and about. the knife twirls in his hand, handles flickering across his knuckles, brushing against your arms. keep your eyes on his, pretty kitty, or you’ll be lost within the blades. 

there’s nowhere left to run; you’re long past hiding.

“aren’t you tired, yet, pup?” the shadow asks you, and you shake your head furiously, desperately. 

jackie had closed his eyes, after all, and the guard dog behind the shadow had opened its eyes, and you don’t know if he’ll ever wake back up for all of your magic and all of his love. 

you can’t do the same. one of you has to remain, so that one of you doesn’t have to shoulder the world. 

and then the blades flicker again, and your eyes are drawn to it. violet magic, cobalt tears drip from the ceiling, eating away at the strings that choke them out. violet magic, cobalt light plays off of the silver, and for a moment, just a moment, you are lost in its world. 

for a single, shining moment, all that exists is your magic, and his blade, and their beautiful, beautiful song. 

the knife clicks shut, hidden away, and the moment shatters. your eyes dart up to his; you expect cruelty, you find… curiosity, and somehow that is worse. 

he steps closer, and the knife reappears in his hand. you shut your eyes; you have lost your dignity, and your freedom. you will not lose yourself to him. 

he steps closer, and the static begins to sing as he speaks. 

“you wanted it, pup, didn’t you? the quiet, the song. you are tired, more tired than you have ever been in your life.”

this is true. pain, and sorrow, and fear; it all sits heavy, heavy, heavy, in your bones. you have bled, and wept, and sacrificed, all for the strings to still be carved into your skin. you have fought, and all it has garnered you is-

“nothing. you have no legacy left, save for failure,” he croons, and you shut your eyes tighter against his words, willing them away. “you have nothing waiting for you, save for sorrow, and an empty house. don’t cry, pup; you’ve known this from the day that i brought you home, no matter how much you’ve refused to tell yourself these very words.” 

something clicks, and metal begins to sing again, a rhythmic bell against the gentle whispering of the static. something prickles at the back of your neck, and you open your eyes to watch. the unknown is more fearsome than the light, than the butterfly knife slipping through his fingers in loops and whorls. 

he is in front of you, and there are strings holding your neck tight, and you cannot look anywhere else save for him. 

light catches the corner of your eye, and again. magic drips from the ceiling, into the blades, and its starlit depths beckon to you. 

you cannot look away. something asks you why you would want to, and you find that it has stolen all of your words. 

“do you hear the quiet, pup? an eternity of peace, at our sides. an eternity of nothing but the quiet, and the light.” 

nothing but the quiet, and the light, you think, dazed. the blade is spinning quicker, and quicker, now, and you can hardly follow the stars winking in its path. the static has drowned out every panicked thought in your head, muffling their edges and suffocating the fear spiking in your gut. 

“listen to the quiet, little star. listen, and sleep.”

your eyes slide shut. 

the static slides over you.

[dark-selfship-imagines]

Imagine your f/o using hypnotism to make you forget something upsetting- whether it be a person or a memory, your f/o seeing the blissfully blank expression on your face as you enter trance making them want to make sure that all you remember is them

[mrseek]