#hypno music

[thehypnoeditor]

@galaxyghostgirl

Please DM the girl in the picture if you wish to make a story based on this picture.

[dr-spectre]

I can't stop listening to the echoed vocals of Callie in the Splatoon 2 hero mode stages...

They are so weirdly addictive and they make me sad. It's like drinking poison for me. Yet i wanna keep hearing them over and over again because they scratch a weird itch in my brain.

Sometimes i hear the vocals and think, "Callie is under so much stress and pain... she's so lonely... she's overworked to the bone... it's so interesting and there's all this nuance there..."

But then sometimes the common take and bullshit about Hypno Callie just sneakssss in there... and instead I hear in my head, "Callie got kidnapped... she was brainwashed... she was taken away against her consent... her memories are gone..."

SHUT UP BRAIN! SHUT UP! LET ME ENJOY THINGS!!!!!!! AHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WANNA ENJOY THE MUSIC! I HATE THE CHEST PAIN SO MUCH!!!!! I HATE THAT STUPID WORD! I HATE ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IF I SEE THAT WORD ONEEEEE MORE TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ROARRRRR!!!

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Anyways, how's your day going? Good? Awesome.

[draculovemp3]

is this something. Anything

[t1koy-roll]

My Hypno-Hustler variant but he was a psych graduate with a YouTube channel

[heliomanteia]

Athena from Epic 🤝🏼 Hypnos from Hades

"have you considered fighting back?"

[averagecontentenjoyer121]

Random shower thought:

Hypnos, from Greek mythology, is kinda like Santa Claus but instead of being presents to nice kids he brings sleep to people

And Thantos, his brother, is like Krampus, if instead of kidnapping naughty kids he took those whose time was up.

[yourwitchybrother]

The energy in the room is askew. I'm sitting on my bed singing "Just A Man" from Epic: The Musical while Odysseus sits on the other side of the room listening, Apollo stands in front of me while I act out the song and Hypos sits at the foot of my bed, simply watching and wondering what he got himself into. It's a party up in here.

[somnolent-sun]

worship wednesday

topic: music

-> music plays a big part in my devotion to the gods, as it's a low-effort way for me to keep them in mind as I go through the day. It's also not just music, I devote audio books and podcasts to them as well. Two of my favorite ways to use music is making a playlist for them, and shufflemancy.

-> for Hypnos and Morpheus, I have a specific story I listen to while I go to bed. I also devote my more calming music to them, and music I listen to when I need to calm myself down during episodes. One of the songs I relate them to most is "Dive Back in Time" (yes, the LC opening).

-> for King Asmodeus, he is more my car radio music (typically rock). But he also has his dedicated playlist with lots of songs and artists I relate him too like Mother Mother and IAMX. His music is for when I need to feel better about myself, and give myself confidence.

*note on shufflemancy: it's a type of divination using music that is on shuffle. you ask the entity (or non-entity) to give you a message through the song that plays when you hit the shuffle button. you look at the cover art, lyrics, band/artist, etc. to divine the message sent to you. (this is only my personal way of doing shufflemancy, and other people may do it differently)

[sleepnowmychild]

I just spontaneously made Hypnos a song

I have zero prior music experience apart from drums as a kid, so don’t ask me how I managed this I was temporarily possessed by the spirit of Apollos music I guess? But here, for your devotional playlists.

[siremasterlawrence]

The Music Box

Stupid Tom Holland why did you have to do that? Zendeya vanished in to thin air living her best life and now all you have left is a music box.Bum ba numb ba boo the box plays softly as you cry filtering through the air vents in to the room and everything turns to black once again.The sweet too plays endlessly all day and all night fine tuning you as the next morning roll on you awake up the tears are gone and you get up

His eyes are dry as he slides from bed in to the bathroom discovering the music box on the counter and picks it up lifting the top to see the golden disc in the middle spinning away.It’s shining bright as the lights delicately are dancing across it blaring on to his face as he soon falls in to trance and he loses all concept of time.

Tom is stuck walking mindless to the stone counter placing it inside the back of the mirror and staring at the box the music is on a loop.He reaches for his tooth brush shooting on to a it a load of toothpaste and begins to brush his teeth he suddenly starts to back up.

He a huge smile spreads across his face as he remembers his ballet training and he does a mix art routine of dances that show off his skills.His mind is turning around a thousand times over and over again in a sexy smile he is lost to the world and show me his new body to own.

“Obey the music box”

“I obey the music box”

“Yyyyeeeessss”

“The music frees me”

“It commands me”

“I obey me”

“Tom! Can you hear me?”

“Yes!”

“I am the music box”

“Yes Master”

“Strip for me”

“Yes Master”

The end

[dr-spectre]

I drew a rough draft of the icon for that show I was talking about!

Also, do you want me to share some of the songs with you once I compose them for some feedback?

(Sorry for bugging you, I just really want someone’s feedback and you’re the first person I think of D:)

That is a very cool icon. I got no complainants about it.

However idk if I would be able to provide feedback on music and lyrics and all that stuff. When it comes to music, i just feel it and decide if it's good or bad and I can't describe WHY I think a song is good or bad with music terms and trying to breakdown the lyrics structure. The only thing I can breakdown is the meaning of the song I get from it's lyrics, the instruments used, the speed, the tone, etc.

Im sorry but you're gonna have to find someone else who's knowledgeable in music to help you give proper feedback. :(

[ruckis-vandalizes]

"if I can't become better than them... I will become so much worse.

Hear the bell of death toll, and remember the reason why you burn." 🔔

[gigisnetwork]

☆ My Intro !!

My names Gigi , or Nico (because I’m literally him, idk what to tell you)

I am a minor, pls forgive me if I interact w accounts I’m not supposed to, I don’t check bios often 🙏

Any and all pronouns ^_^ (he / she preferred !!)

I love love love PJO, or the Riordanverse in general, Voltron, the Marauders and Harry Potter 😋

I also really like reading (who would’ve guessed 😱😱)

Cabin 15 kid ‼️‼️ (If I’m not online then I’m most likely sleeping tbh)

I mostly listen to Laufey, GrentPerez and Beabadoobee !! They’re my favs ever

I’m also a theatre kid, so I also listen to a LOT of musicals (obviously) (my Hamilton phase is not over) (I don’t think it ever will be)

my tag is #nico’s yaps 😋😋

1# GOTH NICO TRUTHER ‼️‼️

NOT A RP ACC BTW, JUST SILLY

I HAVE AN ART BLOG @gigisothernetwork

Anyways, thanks for looking at my epic blog and have an epic day ‼️

[averagecontentenjoyer121]

Eh, changed my mind have this

Chapter 9: Healing

“And that’s what’s happened,” Athena finishes saying. “Huh. . . . . . . . . . Uh, I- I’ll be thinking this over at my loom. . .,” Penelope stutters, still in shock with eyes wide open. “So, dad’s,” Telemachus says, tears forming in his eyes. “I don’t know. But I can’t believe that he’s gone,” Athena says with a determined look on her face, “I just have this feeling.” Penelope exits the room with a cheer from a half drunken crowd. Telemachus follows her out to cover her, so no suitors get any ideas. Athena smiles at the show admiring how Telemachus figures he’d strike fear into the men, well as much as a 13 year old boy could.

That night Athena began to lie down having spent the entire day there attempting to become used to the pain in her left. However before she could rest Telemachus burst in, holding something behind his back whilst having a glowing smile on his face. “Mom’s been teaching me how to sew and so I thought I’d make this for you,” he’s proudly as he thrusts forward a crudely made stuffed owl. More so a pillow with vaguely defined owl aspects, “do you like it?’’

“Indeed, thank you so much,” Athena says, charmed by the pillow's shotty quality. “I thought I’d make you this so it wouldn’t hurt so much when you slept.” A genuine smile crept up Athena’s lips feeling the thought and care that went into the wonderful owl. “Good night Athena!” Telemachus cheerfully yelps like a happy pup, as he exits the room. As Athena lay in bed another familiar voice made itself known, “Time for sleep,” Hypnos buzzed out in his strange accent. “I think I’ll be fine on my own,” Athena says, caught off guard by her visitor sticking his head through the top of the window, seemingly upside down. “I guess you could tr-“ Hypnos begins saying before stopping and quickly taps Athena on the head causing her to instantly fall asleep. “Sleep tight princess,” Hypnos mockingly says while jumping out the window for a second time that day.

Athena woke up the next morning thinking she was still talking to Hypnos. She reached out as if trying to stop someone that wasn’t there only to realize what had happened. She felt embarrassed from letting someone get one over her. She tried to get out of bed only to slip on her pain, having forgotten what it felt like from being coddled by sleep, as she stumbled forward she caught herself with her uninjured arm. She let exhaled frustration form her nostrils. She lifted herself trying to balance on her splitting foot pushing through several grumbles and groans. Once she had gotten steady she ever so slowly began walking towards the door. Step by step she pushed forward, even though her body felt like it was stepping on a splinter the size of a branch each time. She had finally made it to the door having nearly bitten her lip off in trying to focus on something other than the pain. The chorus sang praises in her mind as she finally achieved something that took her a day to do. Walk to the door.

She pushed it open, still wobbling with each push forward. Athena gazed out into the empty dining hall where the suitors typically gathered. Seemed as if they’d retreated to wherever they camped out. She winced as the air brushed against her glowing eye. Athena moved around the house trying to get familiar with its layout when Penelope walked down from her room. “Oh, good morning Athena.”

“Morning Penelope.”

“You don’t have to call my Penelope each time, call me Penny.”

“I'd like to stick with Penelope if that’s alright.”

“Eh, whatever makes our guest comfortable. Oh do you need me to help with your hair,” Penelope said pointing towards the top of Athena’s head. Athena reached up feeling the fraying hairs that were usually curled. “Yes please, that’s be wonderful.”

Penelope led Athena up the stairs into the room her and Odysseus used to share. Penelope pulled over a chair and helped Athena to the floor. She the. Sat in the chair and began to meticulously comb and thread Athena’s hair. After an hour of work Penelope had finished. Athena’s hair now curled to perfection, shocking Athena in awe at her skills. In a moment of admiration and blind confusion Athena said, “Thank you mom,” with such familiarity that an outsider would think they were related. Her face then began glowing red having realized what she said. “I- I- I mean P- Penelope,” she said, tripping over her backpedaling. Athena got caught up in the feeling of finally being a part of a family for once that she had forgotten they weren’t related. “Your welcome sweety,” Penelope said with a mischievous smile on her face.

Athena shuffled out of the room with an awkward smile on her face. Penelope sat there smiling at how awkward Athena acted. It reminded her of when she first met Odysseus. After making her way to the bottom of the steps she decided to wander around the city. As she limped her way through the town she saw a dog laying on the porch of a house, an elderly couple cooking fish, a woman watering flowers she’d taken care of for years, and two boys chasing each other around. She had made her way to the gates. She went through the gate, into the salty air surrounding the beach. She made her way to the sand staring out into the sea.

“He has to be out there,” she says to herself as the waves roll in and out. She then sat down, reflecting. As she pondered the events of the past 2 years a dead fish had washed ashore beside her. She was suddenly ripped away having remembered the siren. What happened to her and why did she help me were the thoughts that shouted in her mind. She leaned down and picked up the fish, taking it with her as she walked back toward Ithaca.

whenever she had gotten back to the palace it was once again flooded by suitors. Astonished by their speed, Athena starred in disbelief. “Oi, you’s a beggar?” Shouted one of the swine, causing the eyes of the men to fall on her. “Maybe she’s ’ere for the throne,” chuckled another. “Perhaps she came to party?” said another in a horrid tone. “Maybe she’s in need of a walking stick judging by that limp,” snarled another. “Boys, boys. Calm yourselves. That’s no way to talk to a fine lady,” said Antinous, attempting to be charismatic. “I don’t need your help,” she said, pushing him aside by palming his face. “Is that your way of saying thanks wench!” Shouted the immature voice. Athena turned around staring down at him, her glowing eye peering at him through the shadows on her face. “Oh big bat wants to say somethi-“ he gets cut off by Athena decking him in the jaw. She turned away heading back to the guest room where she resided as Antinous lay there squirming in pain. Telemachus began cheering for Athena but was shut up by the stares of the suitors.

This night the transition from one day to another wasn’t as seamless as the first. When Athena awoke she could recall hearing singing in her dreams. This continued day after day through the years and so did her growing collection of stuffed creatures made by Telemachus. Each getting better and better, but the first would always hold a special feeling to Athena. She got into several more fights with the suitors when one of them over stepped making sure to keep the family as safe as she could in her permanently debilitated state. Hermes appeared here and there to say hi to his great great grandson and gossip with Athena, albeit he would talk and Athena would listen. Dionysus showed up once attempting to convince Athena to drink, offering that it’d make her forget about the pain she was in, but she declined. Hephaestus would have Hermes send Athena new armor and weapons that he made for her. Hypnos would always annoy Athena each night finding a way to out-wit her so he could help her sleep. She would spar with Telemachus to grow his skills and aid Penelope in weaving.

[gatesofhypnos]

GoH-668: RUIN DESIGNER - HERITAGE

Dark and melancholic ambience meet industrial and noise parts, distant guitars and processed samples. A distinct and atmospheric post-industrial work.