#Hypno-tech Wizard

[siremasterlawrence]

The Hypno-Tech’s Spell Part 1

Part 1

The passionate and very surreal power of Hypno-techno Wizard using his magic wand of his to cause a storm of unknown and true legendary power.Captain America and Bucky Barnes stares up and down the pathway of the upper way chambers of the building and overlooks the entire scene.

Something is off though as he takes a nose dive from the roof top descending into a craze of the crowd shouting at the top of their lungs.He tucks his feet into a cannon ball form to the ground with a superhero landing into a backflip and he tumbles down the road then lands happily.

He removes his shield as the fiery level of a storm brewing in the fog begins to spiral into the air the thunder crackles and lightening is striking. The flags shield is harshly thrown hard into the nearest wall hitting it ricocheting back and forth as Captain America lands catches it.

The man walks up to him without even half of a second like thought with the wave of his wand he points at him the flow of a cloud of smoke. The air flows around like a vent covering up the surrounding area, Captain America is a legendary hero with his shield he looks to attack.

The smoke lifts spinning into a curling ball like position it enters his nose leaving him hazed, intoxicating, and he falls backwards to the ground. His eyes roll back into the socket pure white as the pupils become clear before his eye lashes flip up and the lids close immediately following through.

The smirk pummels Captain Americas brain encircling him the cloudy smoke completely consumes him as his body lays limp and helpless. Captain wakes up in the middle of the haze of his mind he is at lost unaware of what is going around fans he is unsure of how he gets out.

Meanwhile! Outside of his mind the younger man knelt next to him placing his hand onto Steve’s face rubbing it slowly Steve’s mouth spread. A smile spreading fully with his tongue is red wagging from his mount spittle trickling all that is onto his chin and he can’t find any moment to fight back.

The man’s hand traces down to his lower patch of the pants playing with his cock without entering his pants Steve moans, swoons, and his cock grow stiff. Erstwhile! Inside of his head the man stood tall above Steve’s kneel position cupping his chin the fog grows eradicating his nerves as he surrenders.

“Captain…Captain…Captain America “

“Who is this? Are you that Tech Wizard”

“Does it matter? You are mine”

“Hell no! I am in charge”

“Is that what you think? You are so cocky”

“I am in awe of the nerve of you”

“Ever the boyscout”

“You seem to have issue with that “

“Oh Captain! You are so weak now”

“Uuuuhhhh! No…dare you “

“You can’t even think straight”

“Blastard”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“You really are the star spangled man”

“Get off of me”

“Why should I do as you ask?”

“You are evil”

“I am everything and everyone “

“I can see that “

“Yes Master”

“It feels so good to embrace it”

“I love you Steve “

“I love you too Master”

“How can I please you ?”

“Rise to your feet”

“Kiss me “

“I mean like this is be end all”

“Wrap your arms on my waist”

“Yank me forward “

“Work for it “

“Oh Master”

“My God”

“I crave you “

“Hey Buck! Are you looking for me?”

“Steve is that you?”

“Of course “

“Who is this?”

“My Master”

“You will join us”

“Fuck no”

“Wake up Steve!”

“You have one choice Buck”

“Excuse me!”

“No other options”

“I am your lord and master”

“Accept me!”

“Be his Bucky”

“He is your Master”

“Nnnnooooo!”

“Will do this the hard way “

“You want to fight Steve.”

“Pin him down “

“Yes Master”

“Let me go”

“Steve”

“Watch my wand”

“Release….”

“Hahaha”

“Zip it”

“Good boi!”

“Steve”

“Yes Master”

“Remove his clothes “

“With pleasure”

“Mmmmmm”

“Fuck Sire”

“This body is firm”

“Buck you are adjusting to my reality “

“Yyyyyeeeessss!”

“You love me”

“You crave me”

“You serve me”

“You are my soldier “

“My protector “

“My everything”

“Yes Master”

“Kneel and swear your allegiance’s”

“I give you my mind body and heart and soul “

“I live for you “

“Accept my service “

“Excellent! Follow me to the map and let me show you my plan. The Winter Soldier activated for me to serve me and complete the mission.”

Part 2

Steve Rogers is on the hunt tightly wound up in a jet flying above Gotham City provided by himself as he stoled it from Tony Starks airbase. He slips the door to the side packing his jet pack on before taking a leap off of the jets bow and descending down head first as he does a somersault.

He lands with a perfect ten onto the roof in a super hero fashion because he wants to truly impress me with his moves but all I care about is the mission He rolls to the glass ceiling smashing all of the glass as it shatters on the glass doing a super landing into Wayne Tech’s roof top tier lab.

The laboratory is spectacularly clean, shiny and everything I could expect from the video feed I implanted in his mask but I am alerted to sound erupting as he opens the door. He throws his shield head on hitting on the wall it takes a dive smashing a shadowy like figure on the head as he goes down into the wall.

It is Doctor Langstrom the Man Bat clearly he is cured of the curse but now he works for me triggering the alarm as I can see a figure fly throw the sky. The Batman descends from the sky with his cape flying in the air and with one punch he hits him knocking him to the floor he sets my trap.

The whirlwind of drama is unleashing onto him the walls begin to break with steel like trap doors dropping down to the floor of the room. Batman is now entrapped forever to my will as Steve and Bucky step into the light of it all.

The room is bold glowing with bright white lights covering the space blocking and he is totally blinded by his own fall to submission at my feet. He follow them stopping in the center of the room my power is felt here and throughout because simply my power is inescapable.

Erstwhile! In the building across the street Nightwing, Red Hood and Robin watch as they are ready to attack them head on right before they can move a loud tick goes off once more and the ticking stops as the building blows up in a sea of fire they are stunned The Batman is dead they rage with anger.

Walking through the fire all three of us look so amazing blazing a trail as they use the batarangs to fly away in the sky landing on to the grounds of the city they come face to face with me ready to fight but their extreme and dangerous weapons are a go to beat the will our of me.

I giggle a bit holding hand outward telling them to stop holding them in place my magic device is now in control of all three of them my wand pops in my hand with my two soldiers attacking them the battlis brutal but it needs to be finished with the operation running on through the very early morning.

“Excuse me!”

“How on earth did you get here?”

“Not for you too worry about it”

“Look at me and face me”

“You are my property “

“Address me as Master Lawrence “

“Yes Master Lawrence “

“Will you serve me willingly?”

“A touch of my wand to your temple and you will submit.”

“I am at your mercy “

“Your God”

“Completely command me”

“Subdue your friends “

“Lovely”

“Before you do”

“Yes Master”

“Kiss me”

“Wrap your hands on me”

“Good boi”

“My god”

“I love you “

“Red Hood”

“Robin”

“Catch”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Woah”

“Aaaahhhh”

The end

[raidoesthings]

Hey campers I’m also into PvZ

Might as well show a batch of my PvZ ocs (more may be coming)

Top row (both rows left to right)

Scornius - A snapdragon who was recruited to L.E.A.F. after he and his now missing brother we’re attacked. He’s very powerful, but still has to learn to use said power. He can be a bit cocky in battle, but he’s usually really sweet.

Seapy - A very mischievous eel peashooter who was rescued from being trapped in a battery for a satellite. He loves to play pranks on anyone, whether it be the plants he’s working with or zombies causing trouble.

Necron - A chomper who was previously killed while imprisoned in Z-Tech. A wizard zombie had tried to make him into a zombie chomper but it backfired and made him a ghost instead. He’s partnered with Seapy and Scornius in missions and also took interest in learning magic. His head is also detachable, making way for some antics with a certain eel.

Monarchia - A gentle sunflower medic who got her sweet mannerisms from her mother, who had worked as a maid. She hopes to live up to the compassionate and caring firgure her mother was.

Willy - An enthusiastic wildflower who’s willing and ready to help any L.E.A.F. agent in need. With his trusty bat, he’ll be sure to make zombies know he’s not to be messed with, but some say he might be a little too enthusiastic and happy at times.

Bottom row

Prisiron - A former member of the Big Boy gang who left due to the mistreatment and abuse he faced. He was ambushed by hypno shrooms but was soon rescued by Fantasea and Val. Much like his rival, Scornius, he can be cocky at times, especially in battle.

Fantasea and Astrid - Fantasea is an aspiring aircraft engineer who someday aspires to make her own airships. She gets her help from her trusty robot companion, Astrid, who despite not speaking perfectly well, is intelligent and resourceful.

Coder and Shadegram - Coder is a thoughtful yet rather meek scientist. He shares a lab with his best friend, Shadegram, a robot who decided to live with him after wandering off from his original creator (who will be talked about at a later date.) Shadegram’s incredibly friendly but very sassy, leading Coder to keep his shenanigans to a minimum.

Val - A zombie who was formerly a scientist, but was permanently fused with armor after a vat of chemicals spilled onto him while he was trying it on. He’s rather grumpy and rude most of the time, but shows glimpses of softness, albeit rarely.

Cameron - A berserker who works hard at the field and in battle. He takes every trophy and metal he’s earned with pride, but he will never put them first over his friends. He doesn’t really care a lot about the war at hand, he just does whatever he wants, if he has the freedom, that is.

[incorrectshantaequotes]

Shantae Headcanons - Risky Boots + Barons

Time for more headcanons! For this batch of headcanons, I’ll be covering Risky Boots, Ammo Baron, Techno Baron, Squid Baron, Hypno Baron, and Armor Baron. Once again, this is long, so I’ll keep it under a read more.

Risky Boots

There isn’t actually anyone who knows Risky Boots’ full story, aside from the Pirate Master, the Tinkerbats, and Risky herself. The effect dark magic has had on her appearance, the name “Risky Boots” most likely being some kind of alias, and a lack of friends and acquaintances make it hard to get a read on just what her deal is. Making it even harder is that Risky is oddly protective of her past - there have been researchers aplenty trying to track down Risky’s history, only to disappear without warning and without a trace...rather unnervingly unlike Risky. The most anyone’s managed to figure out is that she started making an appearance on the Pirate Master’s crew in her late teens after his first raid to make headlines - an island housing a good portion of Sequin Land’s nobility - meaning she most likely hailed from there. Exactly what kind of position she was before then is up in the air, however. One of the oppressed peasants who wanted to get back at the nobles? A noble herself, fallen from grace and seeking revenge? Somewhere inbetween? No one knows, and anyone who’s tried to do research on any of those routes has ended up disappearing, so no one dares to ask.

The reason Risky’s aging has been slowed is actually not because of dark magic, but rather because of pixie magic (more on them in another headcanon post). She found the spell early on when she began her reign on the seven seas, and since then has been sure to reapply it to herself constantly so the residual dark magic in her captain’s old gear doesn’t degrade her appearance further. It...hasn’t actually brought it to a complete stop - just really slowed it down - but that’s enough for Risky. If she hadn’t been using the spell this whole time, she’d look more like a zombie than anything. The side-effect of keeping her in her prime is just a bonus.

Before she claimed control over the Pirate Master’s crew and declared herself their captain, Risky did this at the funeral they held for the Pirate Master.

Risky actually wore more conservative clothing before she became captain. Afterwards, however, she switched to her current, more risque (heh) outfit to ensure that her enemy’s attention would always be on one of two things: Risky herself...or her captain’s bare skull.

Ammo Baron

Ammo Baron is actually the one baron who earned his title in a legitimate way before he became who he is today: he was a former commander in Sequin Land’s armed forces, but was discharged for his needlessly aggressive tactics and egomaniacal behavior. This proved to be a mistake, however, as Ammo Baron used his charisma to convince other soldiers to defect with him when he was discharged, then gathered enough soldiers and resources (possibly with the help of some magical artifacts here and there) to form the formidable Ammonian Army - easily the biggest threat to Sequin Land outside of Risky Boots.

The longest he has ever gone on with an explosion onomatopoeia is one minute. Twitch and Vinegar timed it. He would’ve gone on further, too, if he didn’t notice them and get distracted.

Techno Baron

The one baron who doesn’t deal with magic, period - he gained his associations with the barons due to his long-reaching underground businesses. Because, as everyone knows, the only thing worse than someone who lies and manipulates people to get their hands on magical artifacts, is a capitalist.

Techno Baron’s technology is reverse-engineered (and then some) from siren technology. There was more than one siren colony, after all; the one at Siren Island was just the biggest. To be more specific, he found the tech as a hatchling in the ruins of a freshwater siren colony near his home, which he learned from to eventually create his own tech.

Squid Baron

The funny little meta comments about Squid Baron exploding and coming back repeatedly, as well as other various fourth wall breaks? Those aren’t just jokes for the player to laugh at. As will be explained in another headcanon post, Warp Squids and the Heart Squid subspecies have a natural ability to come back from the dead, and Squid Baron is no exception. However, the way that ability normally works is tied to their teleportation magic...which Squid Baron lacks. As a result, his resurrections are off. As in, he’s completely aware of the process between death and his subsequent resurrection, when it should just be like a pleasant little nap with seemingly no time passing between the two events. This has resulted in Squid Baron being aware of things his mortal eyes were not supposed to see, and this awareness leaks onto others when they talk with him. He’s taken it all surprisingly well, all things considered.

Hypno Baron

So, before I go into this, full credit to @squidbaron for this idea. Like, it isn’t exactly the same as theirs, but when I read the tag in which the idea was proposed, it stuck in my subconscious, and later popped into my mind when I was thinking about Hypno Baron...albeit without the name attached. Thankfully, I was reminded where I got the idea from when I was scrolling through their posts before I committed accidental plagiarism, so...yeah! Go give them a follow; they’re not that active, but when they are, they reblog good Shantae content.

Hypno Baron was originally a Relic Hunter, like Mimic and Sky’s dad, but ended up stumbling upon a cursed artifact and got hit by it, turning him into his current, wraith-like form and driving him mad. He did manage to fight off the madness, but, as he learned after his recovery, it took months to fight off - and during that time, he’d established himself as a powerful and wicked mage building up a wealth of magical artifacts for unknown (but probably malevolent) purposes, earning him the title of and causing him to be associated with the barons. Realizing that there wasn’t really a plausible way to go back to his old life due to his actions under the influence of the curse, he decided to maintain the image of an evil sorcerer to discreetly keep the more dangerous artifacts out of the other baron’s hands...and also because the whole “evil wizard” thing is more fun than he’d like to admit.

Armor Baron

Originally the stealthiest and least known baron - something he held over his brother’s head (and the other barons) very, very smugly. In his mind, his reputation and discreetness was the best way to go about things. Sure, he was collecting artifacts more slowly than the others, but with their operations getting busted left and right by heroes such as Shantae, while his were completely under the radar, it ultimately meant he was getting more, so who was the real winner among them, hm? He could probably even take on that half-genie himself...! Unfortunately, everything crumpled when he saw Shantae and her friends on vacation while on an unrelated assignment and decided to prove how much better he could do to the other barons. The incident with Shantae and Sky was spread around by the two to make sure he didn’t try pulling the same trick again, inadvertently wrecking his reputation due to Shantae’s recent time in the spotlight. In the end, he had no choice but to turn to Ammo Baron, who’s accepted him with open arms...and a very menacing grin to go along with it.

[chaggle]

Yea Im still thinking about the Hermitcraft-Mianite Au. What ya gonna do about that?

Lmao anyways, the wizards for this realm are False, Scar, TFC, and Hypno :P

More sketches and info under cut

(Click for hq!)

Hypno- The dude is mostly studying on how to get rid of the taint. He focuses more on offesive magic, and is working with Cub to integrate magic with tech. Also friends with xB (who is the king still), and is found conferencing with him most of the time.

Usually on standby when it comes to contract work.

False- Practices and specializes in blood magic. Shes the most skilled in combat, and is still a worthy foe without the aid of her magic. She absolutely dominates in the Purge and battle arena, so they have to limit the amount of times she’s allowed to participate.

She’s one of the main people found being contracted to do builds (I mean have you seen her bases, her s1 base is amazing.)

Scar - Works with vex magic. He was born with the magic, and so it comes naturally to him with ease. He specializes in defensive combat with his magic, but will resort to the offense if he absolutely needs to. Vex magic allows him to bring life to his builds, like Scara and Larry the Snail. His familiar is Jellie.

He is also one of the main wizards you would see building for contracted work by people. He especially has fun terraforming, being able to just pull the ground under and around him with ease.

TFC - An all rounder, kind of a jack of all trades in magic. TFC is the oldest of the wizards, and  basically retired. He’s just vibing in his mountain, sending in any new info about the Taint and ways to cure it. The man is just takin a break after the war.

[thedeaconj]

The Deep Sleep - a “Hypno Noir” Story

(Bit of a fun Noir style story I’ve been working on, mostly written today so I may tidy it up at some point and improve it)

Christie, a private detective gets involved in a classic missing persons case. Except with an expert on brainwashing, a strange strip club, and no clear bad guy, this case may prove Christie’s most important one yet.

           Christie sat in her office, a glazed over look in her eyes and a lit cigarette hanging from her lips. Across from her sat Mr Taylor, the client who’d started this whole mess. It started a week ago, an ordinary missing persons job, the case went as for from ordinary as you can go. Now though, with the case solved, everything was clear to her, it was just a matter of making sure Mr Taylor got what he needed. From now on, she’d always be making sure her clients got what they needed.

  A week earlier, a panicked Mr Taylor came to Christie as a last resort. She was a private detective, an up and comer in the business, despite being still quite young and not exactly an imposing figure. Short, cute, she’d been mocked by goons and lowlifes when started out for these features. Lewd comments were commonplace, lewd gestures would shortly follow. They shut up the moment they found out she was a world class martial artist. If that didn’t work out, Christie found the barrel of a loaded gun pointed at someone was a quick way to earn their respect. Mr Taylor though was too desperate to care what she looked like, or whether she could go fifteen rounds with the champ, he just wanted his son back.

There were two things different about their first encounter, Christie’s mindset, and the brand of cigarettes she was smoking. Otherwise Mr Taylor was just as panicky, going on about his missing son. He’d come out west in hopes of finding some stardom, and from a photo of the guy, Christie could believe it. Well built with light blonde hair and an earnest smile, he’d be a shoe in for roles in just about any major motion picture. Usually, she didn’t take these kinds of cases. Most of the time naïve young wannabe stars like this ended up swallowed by the great black hole they called Hollywood. Maybe it was liquor, maybe the pressures of a rapid-fire success, or often, Christie found they couldn’t quite handle just how sweeter the nose candy was here than it was back out east. No, it wasn’t Mr Taylor’s grief that would make her take this case, it was what his son was doing beforehand. Tom Taylor, a name for the silver screen if she’d ever heard one, was a genius. At least, in the awfully specific field of mind-altering technology.

‘So, your son was involved in some CIA level mind control tech, outright disappears, and you come to me? Why not go to the government, this is some cold war level trouble,’ Christie asked.

‘I tried! They wouldn’t take my calls, wouldn’t let me see anyone. Look he’s not a bad kid, the tech he was working on he said was to help people. You know, Alzheimer’s patients, people with severe mental disorders. I don’t know why he wanted to become a star, I just want him back, please,’

         Christie had half a mind to tell him her theory. That Tom Taylor wasn’t just a “bad kid”, that he’d fled to Hollywood to try and brainwash some starlets. Although, there was another theory in the back of her mind. A more frightening one. Some whiz kid with the know how to build a mind control machine who’s enamoured with stardom could prove dangerous in the right hands. Christie always kept abreast of the local gangs on the LA scene, the major players would kill to get their hands on someone like Tom Taylor. Tom Taylor, all American boy, all star quarterback, but also some sort of technical wizard. Christie wondered how the hell he’d had the time for it all. With herself in the middle of a dry spot, and the prospect of some true criminals getting their hands on the holy grail of unethical tech, she decided to accept.

‘I’ll find your son Mr Taylor, but if he’s not quite the kid you thought he was, then there’s nothing I can do about that,’ she told him.

Mr Taylor shook her hand; just thankful she’d take the case. He arranged a wire payment to her and would then spend the next week praying that Christie could find him. He had his own theories, but didn’t want to dwell on them, he just prayed his son was alive and well.

         Christie meanwhile got to work. Mr Taylor had given her all the preliminary information needed, and a quick call through to some choice contracts gave her the rest. Tom Taylor was shockingly easy to track down, but then he’d made quite a scene when he first moved to the city of angels. Notably, he’d splashed a lot of money at an up and coming club in the north side of town, the Sapphire Club. Christie, being in the know, had heard the name before. The Sapphire Club was a place for gentleman, not that she found anything particularly gentlemanly about gawping at breasts. It opened a few months back, by all accounts doing stellar business. Like a good detective though, she had some hunches. First, she followed the money, a tangled web of shell companies and cryptic accounting, Christie came to a conclusion. No strip club did this well, even a popular one in north Hollywood. Either someone was moving serious amounts of product through there, or they weren’t paying their workers. With inquiries made into the local friendly drug fiend community, it was looking like the latter.

         Situations like this one were where Christie’s frame and looks gave her the edge. Your traditional masculine, ex-cop private detective with a five o clock shadow wouldn’t get two words in with a strip club owner before the word ‘lawyer’ was thrown out there. She however could spin a yarn. How she was a struggling actress, just looking to make a little bit of money on the side, and wasn’t stripping like, empowering anyways? With a black dress and heels picked out, a smoky eyeshadow and thick, red lips as sweet as candy, she believed she could play any sleazeball club owner like a fiddle.

The club was a dark, smoky place, with blasting music and a strong smell of booze. Ravenous looking men sat around tables, ogling the women who danced on poles and on stages. Christie looked up at them, seeing how they twirled their bodies, twisted and contorted into all sorts of suggestive poses. They were blissed out, smiles on their faces, and Christie theorised, not much going on in their heads. A genius brainwasher who’d blew his load figuratively (and probably, literally) in a joint like this, who convinced the management there was another way he could pay. Now that was a story Christie could get behind. At the bar, a woman in a black bodysuit and bunny ears shook a cocktail shaker, unaware of her bouncing breasts and the customer who stared at them. Christie approached her, taking a seat at the bar.

‘Hey, I was wondering, is there like a manager I can speak to, I’m in between roles right now,’ she said, smiling up at the bartender.

The bartender nodded at her, pointing to a pink door in the back of the club, where a burly looking man with a shaved head stood, arms crossed.

‘You’re looking for Tyler, just say Bunny sent you over,’

Christie couldn’t help but smirk. Bunny? Wasn’t that a little on the nose? Then again, she didn’t expect peak creativity from these sorts. She clutched her handbag close to her, which contained a pack of cigarettes, and her gun. Hopefully, she wouldn’t need to use it, but she did know she’d need a smoke after talking to Tyler. She wandered over to the door, explaining to the six-foot Adonis of a man how Bunny sent her over. She’d have found him attractive if he wasn’t a meathead working security for a strip club. He ushered her into an office, where behind a desk and a pile of paperwork, Tyler was sat on a comfortable looking leather chair.

‘Surprised?’ Tyler said.

         Christie was surprised indeed. Tyler was far from what she was expecting. Dark skin and long, flowing black hair, dressed more like one of the ladies on stage than any sort of manager, she was the kind of woman who could play with your mind, no whiz kid tech needed. Not that Christie swung that way, but she couldn’t help but admire her, with how long those legs looked, she was sure that Tyler would tower above her. There was a seat on the other side of the desk to Tyler, one Christie sank into. Walking in heels was never her style, so it was nice to grab a moments rest.

‘I didn’t expect you to be a woman, that’s much more comforting to me really,’ Christie replied.

Tyler smirked at her. Her deep brown eyes seemed to be captivating Christie’s gaze, but she did notice something on her. A necklace on a thin chain, at its centre was embedded a shiny, blue stone. No doubt a sapphire, but that wasn’t what bothered her. Christie did her reading on mind control and hypnotic paraphernalia before setting out, looking for any way she could be affected. A necklace like this was suspect.

‘And why’s that Christie? You know, a lot of women who come to work here have certain desires. Perhaps you do too,’

‘Wait, how did you know my name?’ This wasn’t good, Christie thought. She’d been made.

‘I make it my business to know people who do their research on my club,’ Tyler said.

         Christie wasn’t’ sure exactly where to look. Her eyes were an obvious focal point, through which Tyler could try to mesmerise her, but then if she looked down she was greeted by the necklace. Further down were Tyler’s legs, with a mesmerising quality of their own. Christie noticed how she wore a similar bodysuit to Bunny, except with fishnets and heels. Her worry was that Tyler here was some sort of trap, set by the real powers behind the Sapphire Club.

‘Then maybe you know who I’m here looking for. Tom Taylor, ring any bells?’

Tyler laughed.

‘Oh, I know Tom Taylor, he’s quite alright no need to worry. Made a real ass of himself at the club, but everything’s fine now, he’s just working off his debts,’ she said.

Her voice was rich, one Christie thought was quite musical, fit for radio even. Her theory was looking to be true, with Tom Taylor making the sort of technology that made girls like Bunny call herself that. The only question was, who was in charge of all this, and what were they planning?

‘That’s good to know, I’d be interested in talking to him Tyler. I bet if you brought me to your boss, they’d be more than happy to chat to me, if you catch my drift,’ Christie replied.

There was an angle here, a way to get herself in. With how Tyler was acting, she believed she was more of a wrangler of sorts than a true manager at the club. A hypnotized hypnotist to keep the girls in line. If she could get this brainwashed femme fatale to think Christie wanted to fall, wanted to be like the girls out there, maybe she could find the man in charge. Tyler crossed her legs, which drew Christie’s attention to them.

‘So, little Christie really wants the job, she isn’t just here on an investigation. Are times that tough for you?’ Tyler said, then uncrossed her legs, spreading them. As if to invite her to look between them. Christie noticed it instantly, a damp spot. A possible weakness.

‘Well, who’s to say I can’t earn a little extra on the side, private detective is hardly a full-time job anymore,’ Christie replied, leaning onto the desk, doing her best to act sultry.

         Tyler laughed again, she pulled open one of the drawers to her desk. Producing a cigarette, she placed it into a cigarette holder.

‘Mind if I smoke? I’m getting a little heady thinking of you on stage,’

Christie shook her head, not really caring, as Tyler took a long drag on her cigarette. The holder was close to her face, but Christie could now see she was gaining the upper hand. Tyler was visually excited by this whole thing, no doubt getting some reward for the sick task of bringing her to her master, or masters. Christie noticed how hard Tyler’s nipples were as they pointed through the bodysuit’s thin fabric. Then, came the puff of smoke. Straight into Christie’s face.

‘You were focusing in all the wrong places detective, don’t worry, I’m going to bust this case wide open for you,’ Tyler said.

         Christie only half heard it as the smoke hit her. The smoke was pink, an oddity her mind only half registered as a sleepiness came upon her. There must have been something in that cigarette. She felt, sleepy, droopy, Christie couldn’t think. She couldn’t stay awake. Darkness washed over her, the last sound she heard being Tyler’s laughter.

           When Christie awoke, she saw only a thin blue plastic looking material over her eyes. She could tell she was naked too, and upon attempting to move her hands and legs, could tell she was clamped into place. Cold steel pressed against her wrists and ankles; her arms were stuck to some sort of chair as her legs were spread wide. It was like a dentist’s chair, as she was on her back looking upwards. That same cold steel feeling she felt on her forehead. Christie was completely immobile, her clothes and her gun, gone. She struggled against these restraints, but soon realised they were inescapable. It was just a matter of talking her way out of this, at least she hoped she could do that. Two figures then entered Christie’s vision, both now familiar to her. Standing as naked as the day she was born aside from her necklace, was Tyler. Beside her in a lab coat, was Tom Taylor.

‘So, you’re the one behind this, I’ve gotta say your dad is awfully disappointed in you,’ Christie hoped to rile him up, maybe throw him off guard.

Tom Taylor said nothing, instead Tyler once again laughed.

‘You really don’t get it, do you detective?’ she said.

Then, she turned to Tom, and pulled off his labcoat. Christie could see how he was wearing a tight looking metal collar, and a red g-string.

‘Slave, why don’t you go calibrate the device for Christie here while we chat,’ Tyler said.

‘Yes Mistress,’ Christie saw him wander off, a blank look on his face.

‘So, you brainwashed the brainwasher, and now you’re going to do the same to me,’ Christie said.

Tyler pulled at a lever at the bottom of the chair, one out of Christie’s view. She felt herself being raised upwards, where she could now look down to see some other parts of the contraption she was stuck in. Noticeably, the buttplug placed precariously close already, and the quite frankly, comical looking artificial tongue and lips. She couldn’t help but smirk at it.

‘Yes yes, it’s a little silly looking, but I assure you Christie they’re incredibly effective. This newer model comes without your usual phallic attachments, for I have big plans for you detective,’ Tyler said.

‘Let me guess, turn me into one of those dancers on stage, controlled to dance for me for Money?’

Tyler shook her head, she asked Christie to think back on what she saw there. It was clear what she saw, dancers looking blissfully happy, and men ogling and staring at them.

‘And who do you think held the power in that situation detective? The dancers who chose to be on the stage, knowing how to mesmerise with their bodies, or the men willingly handing all their hard-earned money over?’

         There was something about this that didn’t track. This wasn’t some typical male mind controller with big ambitions, there was another layer to this.

‘Tell me detective, did you find anything unusual when investigating our funding? Something to do with a certain liberation front?’ Tyler stepped in closer now, so close to Christie’s naked, vulnerable body.

‘Something to do with the Sapphire liberation front? I assumed it was a shell company,’ Christie replied, squirming in place, now frightened of what was coming up.

         Tyler traced her fingers up Christie’s body, who let out an involuntary moan. The soft touch was heavenly, and only felt better when those fingers found Christie’s nipples.

‘Such beautiful, soft skin, so smooth and well preserved for someone in your line of work. No detective, it wasn’t the Sapphire Liberation Front. See, we’re the Sapphic Liberation Front. We have an interest in bringing women to the forefront of this city, and if that means brainwashing a few silly men into servitude, or handing over all their money, then why not?’

Christie squirmed now more out of embarrassment and pleasure, it was clear that Tyler was an expert at this. How she caressed her, how her touch was both gentle and warm to her. Christie hadn’t ever felt this way from a woman’s touch before. She needed to focus though, to solve the case, to find a way out of this.

‘So, you got Tom over there to build you this thing, let me guess, some women don’t agree with what you’re doing?’

‘That’s right, although don’t worry, they don’t quite end up like the men. Rather willing agents of our organisation, who’ll go off and brainwash those we need brainwashed,’ Tyler said, as she brought her head to Christie’s chest, running her tongue down it. Christie couldn’t help herself, she twitched and moved as much as her restraints would allow.

‘Wh-what’s your endgame here Tyler, take over the city? Is it wrapped up in real estate? You scheming mastermind types always have a hard on for real estate,’ she said. It was out of desperation, to keep her from doing anything more to her.

‘Oh detective, this goes much further than you think,’ Tyler moved away from her, giving the order to Tom to begin phase one. Whatever that was Christie didn’t like the sound of it.

         The plastic looking visor that covered Christie’s eyes now lit up with a swirling purple spiral. In her research for this case, she’d read up a little on resisting such techniques, and this spiral alone wouldn’t prove enough to affect her. Christie laughed at it, saying aloud how this was rather sad, such a complex machine and this was what it had to offer?

‘You could accomplish as much by tying me to a chair with a television screen!’ she cried.

Then came the helmet. Comfortably cushioned, it lowered down fully onto Christie’s head, as large headphones muffled her hearing. It slotted into place, as binaural beats started to play. She’d heard about these, how they could be used to induce a relaxed state. Christie believed they’d only be more useful against a willing participant though. With her vision filled by the spiral, and her hearing blocked out by the beats, she didn’t notice Tyler approaching her body again. Tyler ran her hands over Christie, causing the squirms to start again. Christie attempted to close her eyes, but that spiral, that damn spiral was proving too bright.

‘Good slave, the isolation of two primary senses is done, now activate the gas at the minimum dosage,’ Tyler said, running her hands over her new prize. She may have set out to empower women through this, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have fun doing it too.

Christie still struggled in vain, the flailing of her hands and feet pathetic, but all she could do. From the machine, a gas mask lowered itself onto her face, cupping her nose and mouth. From it came that same pink smoke that caused her to end up here. This time though, it didn’t put her out like a light, but she could feel a certain sluggishness sinking into her. Flailing like she was doing wasn’t helping anyone, she needed to conserve her energy. At least that’s how she justified it. It wasn’t that this was starting to get to Christie, she was just planning her next move. Not that the binaurals, or the gas, or the spiral made that any easier.

‘Very good Christie, your initial responses have been as expected. On the off chance you can hear me, I’m just going to walk you through what’s happening to you,’ Tyler said, caressing Christie, toying with her breasts.

‘See, the binaural beats have been designed by an expert sound engineer, they were among the first we acquired for our organisation. These should disrupt certain brain waves, creating this harmonious mental sensation,’

         As if on cue, Christie began to hear a ringing sound instead of the binaurals. It wasn’t an unpleasant sound but seemed an incredibly loud one. One far louder than any of her thoughts. She knew she was tough though; she could resist this.

‘That gas you’re breathing in was quite a feat of chemical engineering. What I dosed you with was a simple knockout gas variant, but this stuff is more sophisticated. A little bit of it used right can have a number of effects. It can dull some of your senses,’

         Christie could feel how her face muscles were relaxing against her will. Her mouth drooped open letting more and more gas in, she struggled to control her eyes.

‘There’s of course a relaxing element to it too, but then there’s my favourite part,’ Tyler said, her hand drifted between Christie’s legs, stroking gently.

         It was fire. It was bliss. Pure unadulterated pleasure. Screaming through her body as Christie moaned and moaned.

‘The aphrodisiac. Unfortunately, for now, the spiral you’re looking at is just a spiral, bit of a cliché, but it’s fun. Soon though, you’ll embrace what we call the deep sleep, and then we’ll put some more interesting viewing material in its place,’ Tyler said, fingers teasing Christie’s clit.

It was Tyler’s touch that sent her over the edge, that caused parts of her brain to accept what was happening to her. The gas tasted so wonderful, smelled intoxicating, and the ringing sound kept her from thinking, but it was that final, last sense. The sense of touch, of feel. The one Tyler knew exactly how to drive her up the wall with. Not that Christie could go up the wall, or up anywhere, as her body was limp and helpless. Then, something came through the gas mask, a small metal pipe, with a phallic shape.

‘I was wrong earlier, apologies, not all phallic items have been removed from the device. The slave’s designs for this one were very entertaining, and well, his feat of liquefying the gas was too good not to involve,’

         Slave felt nothing from this praise, he’d spent some time after meeting Tyler in a similar device, one that rendered him the complete slave of the Sapphic Liberation Front. If he could have any regrets, his slave mind would regret that he’d had to have used such a primitive device for his conversion, unlike the work of art that Christie now found herself trapped in.

         She was holding on by a thread when the phallic pipe came in. It fitted into her mouth easily, and soon from it came a pink, sweet, saccharine liquid. It drizzled down her throat, coating it, seeping into her. This was it. The deep sleep. A state of utter mental freedom. Freedom from one’s self, from the real world, from anything and everything. The Christie that would go into this state would not be the one that came out. It was mental oblivion, as her eyes rolled up, her entire body stopped moving at all. Her brain shut down, ready to be rebooted. Satisfied, Tyler arranged for the gas mask and pipe to be removed. She loved hearing the next part.

                   Christie’s brain was now wiped clean. However, it was still a brain, it still thirsted for information, for input. When the simulated mouth and tongue got to work, there was far too much input. Too much pleasure, an overwhelming sensation. The butt plug only added further. Her mind was becoming addicted to this sort of pleasure, completely distracted, and enamoured by it. That’s when the words got her. They were simple at first. Easily agreeable statements that flashed before her eyes. The images that accompanied them were attractive, so it made sense she was feeling that way. When asked to repeat, well Christie did repeat. Aloud and monotone, devoid of emotion. They were simple, true phrases. How she was relaxed. How she was now compliant. How her mind was now wiped clean.

         What proved an initial problem for subjects in this state for Tyler, was it was far too easy to make them into complete submissive slaves. This was all good for men, that’s what she wanted, but there was no fun to being the only hypnotist in her organisation. Dominated dommes dazing future dommes, creating an endless chain of brainwashers like the worlds craziest pyramid scheme. Now that’s what got her off at night, that, and a few well-endowed male slaves. Yes, with Tom Taylor’s new device set up, making this a reality would be even easier. Of course, Tyler would be quick to put Christie in her place, there could only be one Goddess of the Sapphic Liberation Front after all.

Christie meanwhile was bombarded with imagery, her docile state being forced to make new connections, to accept new ideas. There was some parts of her that simply got readjusted. She was already quite a strong-willed woman, that could stay, but now she wished to impose that will more. Some parts were inserted entirely, like her new sexuality. Then there was just changing her viewpoints on certain ideals. The Sapphic Liberation Front weren’t evil, they were hot. What they were doing aroused her. What she could do for them excited her. She’d willingly signed up to such an organisation. She loved the organisation. It was her life, her light, her reason to get up in the morning. As images of men in collars, kneeling before her flashed in her eyes, the case truly was cracked wide open. Christie smiled; everything now clear in her mind. It also helped that she was still being wracked with pleasure.

         Tyler began to remove Christie from the device, once she’d done so, her new recruit sat there, awaiting instructions.

‘Hello Christie, please state your purpose,’

‘My purpose is to serve you and the Sapphic Liberation Front, all men will be subjugated, all women enlightened,’

A little militant for Tyler’s tastes, but hey she was once a strong-willed detective.

‘Very good Christie, assume worship position,’

         Christie fell to her knees before Tyler, looking down at the ground. Tyler placed around Christie’s neck a necklace on a chain, one with a sapphire in it as well. The machine didn’t just fill her with new desires, with a new outlook on life. It trained her. Trained her in the art of brainwashing, in the prime ways to seduce, and in something else that Tyler was going to enjoy.

‘Look up Christie,’

Christie saw the heavenly sight of Tyler’s pussy, her focal point of worship. She didn’t need to be told what to do, she just did it, feeling that same pleasure the machine instilled in her, the pleasure she now craved at every waking moment. It was simple, she was addicted, and now Tyler would give her the fix she needed. Tyler had broken her and rebuilt Christie in the image she desired, now it was time to reap the benefits.

            So, that brings it all back to the beginning. Christie with a glazed over look in her eyes, a cigarette hanging loose in her lips. She was following her programming perfectly, the smoke from the cigarette had knocked out Mr Taylor as expected. She looked down at him, he was rather good looking for an older man. For completing this task, he’d be a slave under her. Tyler saw to it that the government stayed out of Tom’s disappearance, and now the last loose end was tied up. Soon he’d be tied up begging his new mistress to let him worship her, no doubt along side his son at one point. Christie phoned in that Mr Taylor was to be picked up for brainwashing, then set about looking through her old client list. She was looking to make them new clients, and make them feel the bliss of the Sapphic Liberation Front.

[ask-the-super-frat-bros]

Super Frat Bros, an intro.

      In the city of Safeway, there exist two powerful assemblies that rule the streets: The Chaos Order and The Force of Honor. The organizations that sport these incredibly cheesy names have been warring with each other for decades, origins starting way back to the teenage years of the two leaders, Quantum and Hodges, before they ever formed their parties of good and evil.

      Neo Quinn, known publicly as Quantum, leads The Chaos Order, with members by the names of Ahmes (Pietro Ignace), Monster Nature (Mizalia O'Conner), Deimos (Ezekial Winters), Firebird (Phoenix Vikare), Hypno (Remi Suthers), and Seductress (Persephone Lopez). The Order exists to cause chaos in an already broken world, hopefully to force society to better itself before it is completely destroyed.

      Trevor Hodges, known publicly as Hodge, leads The Force of Honor, with members by the names of Schism (Juno Martin), Angel (Landon Weiss), The Wiz (Eustace “Stacey” Costa), Shadow Rabbit (Callum Mactavish), Chronos (Akira Tryst), and Typhoon (Theodore Yu). The Force exists to protect the city and to stop the Order specifically.

      As tensions continue to rise between them, what will their members’ fates become, and will the city be destroyed in the process? Only you can help us find out!

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Introducing the mod team...

Hello! I am Mod Fish, and I will be the main artist for this blog. My characters include Ahmes (Pietro), Schism (Juno), Firebird (Phoenix), and Quantum (Neo). I run the Safeway server and I'm super excited to get this going! If you have any questions, don't hesitate to message me @elysifish !

Hi im mod eli. my bbys are ezekial (deimos) and landon (angel). please never be afraid to ask my sons questions. @captaintinystudentparadisestuff

Hiya! I’m mod Alex. My characters are the over confident Trevor “Hodge” Hodges; the bitchy “Seductress” Persephone Lopez; and the anxious tech genius Stacey “The Wiz” - formerly known as - Wiz Kid - aka wizard kid, Costa. @thedisasterthatisalex

Hey, I’m mod eggy! My character is Theodore Yu aka Typhoon. Feel free to ask my stressed boy anything you want! (they/them/theirs pronouns). @everyonehasbeatenmetotheusername

Ello Ello! I'm Oak, welcome to this little groups chaos! My characters are Kaiden and Macey, feel free to ask anything! @kaidentherockcollector

Howdy y’all, I’m Mod Sol/Solis, feel free to call me whatever your little heart desires, additionally whatever pronouns are chill. My characters are the chaotic enby Remi “Hypno” Suthers and super queer Dad-friend Akira “Chronos” Tryst. Feel free to ask me and my babies anything that comes to mind~ @criesin-gay

Callum / Shadow Rabbit and Mizalia / Monster Nature are characters belonging to @meepymorps, who will not be a mod on here but will still be helping out!

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It should be noted that this ask blog may delve into heavy topics and other general sensitive material. posts containing any sensitive topics will be tagged, but readers should still have an open mind while going through the story.

[wandawillkill312]

@doctorharley-md

"Hypno-Hal is back!" She said, before telling who Hypno-Hal was.

His real name was Hal Braxton and he was a Wizard Superhero/Anti-Hero who was from Las Vegas, Nevada and whose main power was Hypnosis and realistic Illusion-casting.

He traveled the world, fighting crime, hunting evil monsters, partying and performing and of course...looking for that special lady to be his girlfriend.

"I hope he chooses me~" She said, in a lovelorn voice.

Suddenly a beep was heard.

"That must be his car: "The Spyral Siren!" She said, dragging Harley into the crowd, getting to the front.

The Spyral Siren was revealed to be a hi-tech and semi-futuristic, Ferarri engine-powered, 1968 Ford Mustang with a glossy, jet black paint job with glittery, iridescent whitish-silver, mystic smoke designs and glowing, white, pink, red orange and yellow ombre hot-rod flames.

It also had a shiny gold grill and semi-long brass exhausted pipes, a black and white Hypno swirl interior, glowing lavender headlights, a set of personal-sized, all-terrain, Monster Truck wheels with ruby-encrusted, gold-outlined, glitery black and white Hypno Swirl rims, tinted windows and a spray-painted design of a sexy Angel-Siren made of gold light with glittery hypno swirl eyes, airbrushed mystic smoke and a Witch's pentagram on her forehead.

The sunroof window opened up and in a dramatic fashion, a large cloud of glittery mystic smoke shot out, revealing Hypno-Hal.

Hypno-Hal was an "Adonis-level" handsome, Caucasian-American male about Harley's age with soft, smooth and polished, lightly tanned skin, green eyes, shiny teeth, perfectly kissable lips, a rugged jawline, a cleft chin and a full head of thick, shiny and voluminous, Chocolate brown and butterbeer yellow swirl hair styled into an awesome, high and swirly anime pompadour with neatly-trimmed sideburns.

He also had a tall, lean and sculpted, muscular figure.

His outfit consisted of: a snap-on, metallic whitish-silver Elvis cape that stopped at his lower back, had a metallic red interior and a bejeweled image of a Phoenix on the back, over a double-breasted, shiny white and metallic gold, hard leather biker jacket with gold zippers, shiny brass studs in the lapels, a popped collar, glittery gold fringe and iridescent whitish-silver mystic smoke embroidery on the sleeves and a logo of the same car hood design on the back.

A shiny lavender silk scarf with gold hypno swirl stencil designs was draped over the jacket "Elvis style."

This was zipped-up halfway and worn over a matching "Elvis Aloha Jumpsuit-inspired", hard leather racing suit, zipped-up halfway over shiny crimson red silk button-up shirt with gold spyral embroidery and the top buttons open- showing his pecs, a little.

Not to mention; he also wore; a burnt copper faux gator skin belt with a snap-on gold, white and obsidian buckle made to look like a Hypno Swirl, a pair of shiny metallic bright copper, hard leather gauntlet gloves- both the jacket and suit sleeves are tucked into them-, a pair of knee-high, polished, pointed-toed, metallic bright copper, hard leather biker boots with gold zippers, bottoms and gold, smoke-themed embroidery- the pant legs were tucked into them.

Finally; he wore a generous amount of dazzling, "Hypno-themed", Rockstar/Magician jewelry- including a gold, white diamond-dusted platinum, ivory and obsidian medallion made to look like a hypno swirl-, a pair of hi-tech, ruby-encrusted, gold-framed, glittery black and white hypno swirl square goggles and a set of holsters and sheaths filled with hi-tech gadgets, tools and weapons- half of them were magic-based.

He smiled and did a finger-gun expression, before singing beautifully, as he danced like Elvis Presley.

The crowd of fangirls cheered lovingly for their idol.

[wandawillkill312]

"Hypno-Hal is back!" She said, before telling who Hypno-Hal was.

His real name was Hal Braxton and he was a Wizard Superhero/Anti-Hero who was from Las Vegas, Nevada and whose main power was Hypnosis and realistic Illusion-casting.

He traveled the world, fighting crime, hunting evil monsters, partying and performing and of course...looking for that special lady to be his girlfriend.

"I hope he chooses me~" She said, in a lovelorn voice.

Suddenly a beep was heard.

"That must be his car: "The Spyral Siren!" She said, dragging Harley into the crowd, getting to the front.

The Spyral Siren was revealed to be a hi-tech and semi-futuristic, Ferarri engine-powered, 1968 Ford Mustang with a glossy, jet black paint job with glittery, iridescent whitish-silver, mystic smoke designs and glowing, white, pink, red orange and yellow ombre hot-rod flames.

It also had a shiny gold grill and semi-long brass exhausted pipes, a black and white Hypno swirl interior, glowing lavender headlights, a set of personal-sized, all-terrain, Monster Truck wheels with ruby-encrusted, gold-outlined, glitery black and white Hypno Swirl rims, tinted windows and a spray-painted design of a sexy Angel-Siren made of gold light with glittery hypno swirl eyes, airbrushed mystic smoke and a Witch's pentagram on her forehead.

The sunroof window opened up and in a dramatic fashion, a large cloud of glittery mystic smoke shot out, revealing Hypno-Hal.

Hypno-Hal was an "Adonis-level" handsome, Caucasian-American male about Harley's age with soft, smooth and polished, lightly tanned skin, green eyes, shiny teeth, perfectly kissable lips, a rugged jawline, a cleft chin and a full head of thick, shiny and voluminous, Chocolate brown and butterbeer yellow swirl hair styled into an awesome, high and swirly anime pompadour with neatly-trimmed sideburns.

He also had a tall, lean and sculpted, muscular figure.

His outfit consisted of: a snap-on, metallic whitish-silver Elvis cape that stopped at his lower back, had a metallic red interior and a bejeweled image of a Phoenix on the back, over a double-breasted, shiny white and metallic gold, hard leather biker jacket with gold zippers, shiny brass studs in the lapels, a popped collar, glittery gold fringe and iridescent whitish-silver mystic smoke embroidery on the sleeves and a logo of the same car hood design on the back.

A shiny lavender silk scarf with gold hypno swirl stencil designs was draped over the jacket "Elvis style."

This was zipped-up halfway and worn over a matching "Elvis Aloha Jumpsuit-inspired", hard leather racing suit, zipped-up halfway over shiny crimson red silk button-up shirt with black and gold spyral embroidery and the top buttons open- showing his pecs, a little.

Not to mention; he also wore; a burnt copper faux gator skin belt with a snap-on gold, white and obsidian buckle made to look like a Hypno Swirl, a pair of shiny metallic bright copper, hard leather gauntlet gloves- both the jacket and suit sleeves are tucked into them-, a pair of knee-high, polished, pointed-toed, metallic bright copper, hard leather biker boots with gold zippers, bottoms and gold, smoke-themed embroidery- the pant legs were tucked into them.

Finally; he wore a generous amount of dazzling, "Hypno-themed", Rockstar/Magician jewelry- including a gold, white diamond-dusted platinum, ivory and obsidian medallion made to look like a hypno swirl-, a pair of hi-tech, ruby-encrusted, gold-framed, glittery black and white hypno swirl square goggles and a set of holsters and sheaths filled with hi-tech gadgets, tools and weapons- half of them were magic-based.

He smiled and did a finger-gun expression, before singing beautifully, as he danced like Elvis Presley.

The crowd of fangirls cheered lovingly for their idol.

wandawillkill312​:

@doctorharley-md

It was a normal day at Coney Island, when a large crowd of fangirls ran towards Harley, screaming and cheering, as they chanted “He’s here!” Over and over, again.

Harley weaved her way through a sudden group of…fangirls? Natural curiosity was the only reason she even turned to look in the direction they were all going. 

“Who’s here?” The question wasn’t directed at anyone in particular, but there were still a few stragglers left around her, and Harley wasn’t about to insert herself into a screaming mob just to find out who ‘he’ was. Instead, she reached out for the arm of one girl, and pulled her around so they were face to face. “What the fuck is goin’ on here?” 

[wandawillkill312]

The bird's mouth opened up and out of the flames came a hovercar.

It was a hi-tech and semi-futuristic, Ferarri engine-powered, "1950 Cadillac Eldorado Biarritz-1975 Corvette" hybrid; with a glossy, white paint job with glittery, iridescent whitish-silver, mystic smoke designs and glowing, white, pink, red orange and yellow ombre hot-rod flames.

It also had a shiny gold grill and semi-long brass exhaust pipes, a black and white Hypno swirl interior, glowing lavender headlights and undercarriage lights, a set of personal-sized, all-terrain, Monster Truck wheels with ruby-encrusted, gold-outlined, glitery black and white Hypno Swirl rims- the wheels were just for show, until they touch the ground-, tinted windows and a spray-painted design of a sexy Angel-Siren made of gold light with glittery hypno swirl eyes, airbrushed mystic smoke and a Witch's pentagram on her forehead.

The sunroof window opened up and in a dramatic fashion, a large cloud of glittery mystic smoke shot out, revealing someone.

It was an "Adonis-level" handsome, Caucasian-American male about Loba's age with soft, smooth and polished, lightly tanned fair skin, glistening green eyes, shiny teeth, perfectly kissable lips, a rugged jawline, a cleft chin and a full head of thick, shiny and voluminous, Chocolate brown and butterbeer yellow swirl hair styled into an awesome, high and swirly anime pompadour with neatly-trimmed sideburns.

He also had a tall, lean and sculpted, muscular figure.

His outfit consisted of: a snap-on, metallic whitish-silver Elvis cape that stopped at his thighs, had a metallic red interior, glittery gold flame embroidery and a bejeweled image of a Phoenix on the back, over a double-breasted, shiny white and metallic gold, hard leather biker jacket with gold zippers, shiny brass studs in the lapels, a big, wide and popped-up high collar, glittery gold, brass and bright copper fringe and iridescent whitish-silver mystic smoke embroidery on the sleeves and a logo of the same car hood design on the back.

A thigh-length shiny lavender silk scarf/clergy stole; with a gold hypno swirl stencil design, was draped over the jacket "Elvis style."

This was zipped-up halfway and worn over a matching "Elvis Presley Aloha Jumpsuit-inspired", hard leather racing suit with glittery flame embroidery, zipped-up halfway over a shiny candy apple red silk button-up shirt with gold flame designs, mystic smoke embroidery and the top buttons open- showing his pecs, a little.

Not to mention; he also wore; a burnt copper faux gator skin belt with a snap-on gold, white and obsidian buckle made to look like a Hypno Swirl, a pair of shiny metallic bright copper, hard leather gauntlet gloves with gold flame embroidery- both the jacket and suit sleeves are tucked into them-, a pair of knee-high, polished, square-toed, metallic bright copper, hard leather biker boots with gold zippers, bottoms and gold, flame-themed embroidery- the pant legs were tucked into them.

Finally; he wore a generous amount of dazzling, "Hypno-themed", Rockstar/Magician jewelry- including a gold, white diamond-dusted platinum, ivory and obsidian medallion made to look like a hypno swirl-, a pair of hi-tech, ruby-encrusted, gold-framed, glittery black and white hypno swirl square goggles and a set of holsters and sheaths filled with hi-tech gadgets, tools and weapons- half of them were made to look "magic-based."

His costume also had some "Mystical Wizard Aesthetics", to its design.

A large projection of Revenant as the Devil appeared and he destroyed it with a rocket launcher.

He smiled and did a finger-gun expression, at the audience, before discarding his weapon, jumping off his vehicle and perfectly executed a Superhero landing and slowly rose up, in front of everyone, as his vehicle teleported away and the song ended, as he floated a little, doing a "Christ has risen" T-Pose, as the sunlight danced along his gorgeous and shimmering outfit, enhancing his entire beautiful head and face.

He was also in front of Mirage, blocking the view of his fans- who cheered louder, for this new legend.

All of this; completely made Mirage, his raggedy costume and his "One Note" holo-tricks pale in comparison.

"Oh great." Wraith said, rolling her eyes.

"Now we have 3 show-boats."

She side-eyed a far away Mirage and a nearby Octane.

The mysterious legend; glanced at Loba, briefly lifted up his goggles and did a wink and finger gun gesture at her, before lifting his goggles back over his eyes, as the two of them already knew each other- really well~ 😏😏😏

A gentle breeze; blew through his hair, cape and scarf/clergy stole, as he did that- showing just how dashing, he was.

Kuben Blisk; appeared on the screen, introducing the mysterious man as "Hal Braxton. AKA, "Spellbinder"- "Hypno-God", Master of Illusions and Bounty Hunter/Assassin Extraordinaire with a web series.

And unlike the others, he was actually a Human...FROM EARTH!!!

"Spellbound!"

@multi-muse-transect

3 hours later; everyone made their grand appearance, before holographic screens showing millions of people watching.

This gave Mirage a big head, as he decided to show off.

((You're Mirage, Loba, Valk, Fuse, Maggie and Revenant.))