#hypno hunk

[amm479842356]

Timothee was never a very popular kid. He was always the kid that everyone either hated or liked. He was at the top of his class and on the chess team. Worst of all, he was made fun of for being gay. The jocks always thought it was funny to pick on him. He hated them so much. He was absolutely revolted by the thought of ever even being friends with one.

One day Timothee was sitting is in the gym locker room when the most annoying of the jocks came in, Jake. "Yo wassup bro" Jake said. Timothee had just made a B+ on his math exam and wasn't happy about it. "Go away" he said. "Oh we got a hero, now do we? We'll see how long that lasts." And with that, Jake whistled for his bros.

Timothee tried to make a run for it but one of Jake's friends grabbed him. "Where do ya think you're going, nerd?" He was forcefully sat down and the jock put leather restraints on his legs while another put them on his hands. Finally, a strap was put on his neck and with that, Timothee couldn't move.

He could hear the other jocks laughing. Jake turned the lights off and said "Night, bro." "Why would he say br-" and with that, he heard a loud hissing sound and when he looked up, he saw it. A gas pouring out from the ceiling. He started to get dizzy and right before he passed out, he felt a sharp jab in his neck.

When he woke up, he wasn't in the locker room, but in what looked like the Janitors closet. "What the fuck? Where am I? Wait, why did I say that, I know where I a- I- uhh I kno- I don't know".

Timothee went home and continued his night like normal. He got a shower the next day and while getting ready for a wedding, something weird happened. "Bro I don't know what to wear." Normally Timothee always picked out the perfect outfits, not to mention the night before. "Whatever, must have forgot." He put on his clothes and thought nothing more of it.

The next day. Timothy was at school and he had a quiz in Alegebra. He knew everything super well. "Ima fucking ace this shit. Huh? Why di- uhh whatever, I'm ready for this shit." Except when he finished, he got a C-. "Wait what!? I always get a- wait, I got a C. That's fucking good."

When Timothy went to gym something felt weird. Normally, he would sit in there all period but for some reason he wanted to get dressed, so he did. He took all of his clothes off and before he could put anything on, "Yooo dude wassgood?" said Jake. Normally, Timothy would've been disgusted to hear his voice but for some reason, he wasn't.

"Wassup bro. Bro? Why would I say that? What's happening to me? Wh- ats up?" Timothy had completely disregarded the fact that he said bro to Jake for the first time in his life.

"Come workout with me bruh" Jake said. Timothy had never worked out in his life but that didn't stop him from going. Timothy got in the weight room and suddenly all the lights went out and there were spinning spirals all around him, followed by the same hissing noise. He feinted.

When Timothy woke up, he was surrounded by all the jocks he once hated. "You're name is Tommy" said Jake, followed by a snap. Tommy didn't know why the fuck Jake would try to tell him something he already fucking knew.

Tommy didn't remember anything after that...

"You're iq is lower than anyone else's. You're straight as fuck bro. You love football, wrestling, and baseball, cause you play them all dude. Your dick is so long bro. You fucking hate school. We know what's best for you. You love to get sweaty as hell like real men. Your pecs are so fucking big. We're your bros. You got the tightest bubble butt ever dude. You only wear compressions clothing bro." Said all the jocks and followed by multiple snaps, that was it.

"Yo bro, what happened?" Tommy asked. "Nothing bruh, don't worry about it." Jake said. "Wow, you really need a haircut dude." Suddenly, Tommy wanted, no, Tommy needed to get a haircut, so he did.

From that day forward, everything about Tommy would change. The walls in his room went from being filled with posters of superhero's and books and science and math to posters of football, baseball, wrestling, and nude women. His interest shifted from school and chess to working out, getting sweaty, hanging out with his bros, and doing what coach said.

Tommy would never be the same.

[chronicbeans]

Another Hades thought but I just need to get it out there:

Has anybody thought of like, Idk what it'd be called, but a semi-modern AU for the Hades games? One where the gods and goddesses are all still dressed and living like it's still Ancient Greece, but the surface world where all the humans are have moved way past that and it's the modern era?

Like, the main gods and titans who are aware of this change are Thanatos (he's got to go directly to some mortals to reap them, so he needs to go to the surface and see everything humans have made), Chronos (he's time so...), Prometheus (literally been waiting for this to happen), and Melinoë and Hypnos (I like to imagine their dreams have elements of the human world in it because humans dream of things they see, and Melinoë is the goddess of nightmares and Hypnos sleep. They see modern technology in their dreams but don't know what they mean-).

Then, all the others are just kind of confused, because they've been so busy with their own things (possibly helping Zagreus or fighting Chronos depending on which game we're talking about) that they kind of just... forgot to check on humanity for a long time. One second the humans are riding chariots, the next they're in a giant hunk of metal called a "Honda Accord"? Hypnos is looking at the lists of shades and their deaths, going "what is an AC and how did it fall onto you?" Zeus is probably throwing a hissy fit because humans made these weird things called "wires" and using it to, as he calls it, "steal my lightning for themselves to make magic boxes of communication".

Meanwhile the shades are coming in after dying talking about things like "Tik Tok", saying "Oh my God that's so cool!" "He's such a blorbo and a pookie." and "Very skrunkly." Just a bunch of modern terms that none of them understand.

I don't know y'all I think I have something here.

[cletusgold]

From Hunk to Helper

He started out as your typical rude self obsessed gym rat who would sooner spit at you than lend a hand.

However Coach saw potential in him and after just a few hours of his potent subliminal messaging from his hypno visor his mind was reprogrammed.

Build Muscle, Dumb Down, Work Hard

Train Daily, Be Useful, Obey All

Be Respectful, Think Less, Smile More

Be Kind, Service Others, Toil Daily

Now his the newest hire of the gym, he keeps his body in peak condition no longer to satisfy his own ego but to be a useful tool for the Coach always happy to do the dirtiest jobs with a smile to keep their clients happy.

[hunks2heroesaiart]

So I've been coming across this uniform a few times now so I'm pretty sure it's a country's police uniform but I'm unsure which one. If anyone knows, feel free to shoot me a message and I'll make an amendment. In the meantime, here's some more hunk 2 hero horny and hypno-comic fun!

[viridiandruid]

If you voted Eric Bittle for twink I'm beating you with the homophobia bat btw. If you label every white blonde man as a twink without examining their circumstances, then you are prey to stereotypes. Bitty is a jock and a hunk (I'll give leeway to twunk) and hangs out with on average 6 foot plus muscle dudes, of course he looks small!

On the other hand, Hypnos only has one job and it's write down how you die. That cunty little twerp should be flooring this competition hands down

Round 1D Matchup 7

May the twinkest twink win!

[soul-controller]

Would you rather be the victim of a possession or an inanimate transformation?

Given the fact that I’m not the biggest fan of possession stories (in terms of both reading and writing them), I think I’d rather be the victim of an inanimate transformation. There’s something strangely alluring about the concept of losing your humanity and becoming something else that will be useful for another individual. 

Plus, I’d be more than willing to give up my humanity if it meant getting closer to some jock that I had a crush on. Given my own thirst for superheroes and thirst trap cosplays though, I suppose I’d ideally want to become some hunk’s favorite Spidey suit. Hell, they may even get extra points if they always take a moment to taunt me about my new situation and life when they’re filming. 

If you've got a question for me such as a Would You Rather or Possess / Hypno / Transform prompt, feel free to send one in here!

[hyptrance1]

What’s Under the Hypnotist’s Tree

This is a story I thought of to keep me happy and hypno entertained. Hope you all enjoy before the holiday season.

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I slowly woke up on Christmas morning tempted to stay in the warm comfort of my bed. But as I slowly remembered what day it was, and what was awaiting me downstairs, I excitedly got out of bed. It was not just an ordinary Christmas morning. It was one I would not forget. 

I had for a year or so been working on my hypnosis skills. Slowly improving my techniques with each session, gradually increasing the number of guys under my control. It was a lot of work, and a lot of hopeful effort that was also wasted, but I felt that my efforts with many of the guys were going to prove fruitful today. I had never specifically told them what I wanted for Christmas, but when there had been murmurings in their minds and in our chats that they all seemingly were planning something big. I couldn’t hold in my excitement much longer.

Descending the stairs I looked at my wonderful tree, decked out in the exact way I wanted it this year. The lights glittering over the assortment of presents that flowed out from underneath the tree. From large ones, like the huge one in the corner taller than myself, to the small ones as small as a ring box decorated the room. These presents were not here when I went to bed last night, although I did hear two of my local subs come in a few minutes later, bringing in all the presents, making sure that they made it look nice for me. I’ll be sure to let them cum for their holiday reward.

I ignored the bigger presents, and the naked jock with his ass up in the air, to grab my stocking first and plop down on the couch. It was one of my favorite moments: sitting down, the anticipation of seeing what I’ve gotten sending shivers down my spine. Not that this year I didn't know the majority of things I got, but it was almost a better feeling since I felt like I was preparing for this moment all year. 

The stocking was filled with a lot of sex toys: dildos, and plugs, cages and ball gags. Seems like the stocking wasnt going to be the only thing stuffed tonight.  Additionally, there were keys to many a lock; the names or numbers on them the only indication of who they were keeping locked up. 

One smaller one was to an infinity collar on the neck of a guy named Mike: an athletic accountant and one of the guys that brought in all of the presents last night since he was one of only a handful I have given a key to my place to. He was collared last week, a late recruit to my little group, but as eager as someone who’s been mindfucked since January.  I’m sure he was throbbing through his slacks and dress shirt as he made quiet work of his decorations, hoping that he could stay the night instead of leave once his task was done. He was coming over tonight anyway, where he would get his own present, over and over again. Maybe I could see his mindless face in pure bliss again, like I saw it when he heard the click of the collar around his neck. 

Another key locked the large dick of the other visitor last night: A construction worker named Ray. A meathead through and through, he was a womanizer before I met him. No wonder why too, his huge cock peaking at 10 inches, but not longer. The muscle mans now smooth crotch was caged with only a one inch cock cage, its giant captive begging to be unlocked each day as it slowly shrinks into a nub. He will also get to release his pent up horniness tonight, although only through rubbing his locked cock till it leaks out a dribble of cum. It’s always fun to see his massive pecs bounce and jiggle as the pleasure spread through his body with each new moan. Who knew the boisterous hunk who would once laugh at the thought of any man totally controlling him would really love being so fully obedient. 

Focusing back on the stocking stuffers.There were some other keys in there too: A key from a man in Japan, one for a cock cage in England, another for a house across the country where the subject wanted me to come in any time and trance him to be a perfect butler for me. They jingled in my hand as I held them and a wave of glee filled my chest. I put them aside, back in the stocking so that I would not lose any of the small presents. 

Moving onto the actual presents, I picked one of the smallest ones first. Opening it up, I was happy to see a wallet. It was filled to the brim with cash, and cards, and even its former owners I.D. card. Max Walter was an up and coming “Alpha Cash Master” before he started talking to me. A muscular blonde jock with big muscles and an even bigger dick, his cockiness and aggression came off as a cover for his insecurities, hence why he showed off his big muscles and why he couldn’t stop talking about how he was a real man. It didn’t take a week of talking for him to start talking about wanting to be a good boy. His attitude changed after that. He still took money from others, but was much more appreciative of it. He stopped using his vulgarities, he stopped talking about how he was “a real man”. He was now my happy, dumb himbo. His former scowling pics showing off his feet now transformed into smiley pics which showed off his big hard cock, now refered to as “my sirs cock”. The note attached to the wallet read, “Heya sir. I thought I should finally give you what’s already been yours for a while now. It felt so good to wrap this up for you I had to stroke your big himbo cock. Can’t wait for you to play with it again. Yours, Max.”

I smiled at the sweet note from my sweet himbo. The money he got from findomming now went to me, which had been such a help. I really couldn’t wait to travel to see him in a few weeks and get the money right off of his hard, leaking cock as he emptily smiled at me. Finally getting to wrap my hands around his cock as he talks about his own transformation was such a turn on I deamily sat for a moment until a soft groan from the naked, posed man under my tree returned me to my current wonderful time. 

The next present I moved onto was a long rectangular one. Unwrapping it, I was introduced to another dildo, this one thought being a lot more important to me than the others I’ve seen so far. This was the dildo of my Jocktoy David, personally molded from his own large, 12 in cock. I’m sure it must have been hard for him to keep his hardon still for the mold, but so worth it. It was a perfect replica, each vein and curve shown in perfect detail. The balls on the bottom were a nice addition since I had always talked about wanting to play with his balls. Being in another country, one across the ocean, it was unlikely that I would be able to meet up with him any time soon, but it was my pleasure, and his, to play with his “dildo dick” as much as he would let me. He recently in our talks began bringing up more and more the idea of wanting my personal dildo to be available for me  at any time, even when he was busy. I smirked at his ingenuity, and of the thought of how I would tease his cock through the screen next time we chatted. Im sure he and I will both love me bringing the dildo onto the desk in front of me, greasing it up as his own cockstarted to inflate, watching his eyes glaze over and his sentences turn to grunts as I continued to stroke and edge his dick. I’m sure he had that vodoo trick in mind when he decided to give this to me for the holiday.

His letter, like Max’s, was heartfelt and dick throbbingly sweet. “I hope you can use your personal dildo any time you want,” it read, “and that you come over soon so that you can use the real thing repeatedly. It’s throbbing and emptying my head as I write this, wanting you to come and claim it. Happy Holiday Sir, Your jocktoy and your dildo dick.” My dick and ass couldnt wait to use this. 

The excitement did not wane as I leisurely opened through other gifts. Those subjects who became just friends, and those who were only starting their submission process sent items from my wishlists and some additional treats: jockstraps to wear and collars to put on, handcuffs and ropes and piece by piece a whole leather outfit meant for a dom daddy that I had apparently become for some of these guys. Other things were less sexual: some new books I had mentioned to a friend or two, a game I wanted to play, and many a heartfelt note and card. I spent a lot of time reading these, appreciative of the words of guys that I had become friends with, who thankfully had seen me at my best and my worst and still were thankful to have me in their lives. I was feeling truly blessed, and I was only starting the day. 

The next present that I opened was a large and thin one. It turned out to be a framed picture of a guy who I was pretty surprised to see sent me anything. His name was Nate, and when I had met him several years back in a hypnosis chatroom. He had a lot of issues with his self image, always thinking himself too small. He also has gone through about 5 “masters” during the few years I had known him, always looking for more control and changing his demeanor every time I sporadically talked to him. One time he was in full drone mode, the next a normal guy, then a horny jockslave. I had slowly but surely started to get to know him, always through interrupted conversations and veiled inference. I started creating photoshops of his pictures he would post, which opened him up even more. 

It was only after his last master left him that I brought up the courage and asked him to give me a try. He was genuinely surprised, which I had to laugh at since I thought I was groveling at him hand and foot at times wanting to talk to him. It was tough work, he was a subject that had a hard time opening up to let me know what he wanted, and it was hard to try to improve his own self image at the same time. I was currently working on another subliminal file for him to try out, hoping that this one would do the trick finally. 

The picture was of him, fully clothed, in front of the grand canyon. He looked happy, just posing there in a v-neck and jeans. His card gave me more of an idea what this letter was about. “I wanted to thank you somehow,” he wrote, “ for doing your best to figure out what I want. My other masters have told me what to be, and I didn’t have open up as much as you make me. I know I don’t say it, but I really appreciate your style and I hope to continue working with you. I don’t speak about my personal life a lot with you, but I thought you would like to have a picture from my first modeling gig at one of my favorite places. Wouldn’t have been possible without you telling me how hot I look on the daily. Maybe I could show you it personally sometime. Merry Christmas man, Nate.”

I had to sit for a minute, looking at his picture. He was right in the fact that he never really opened up. It was really quite shocking to know that anything I did helped him with his body image. But look at him! His biceps were basically bulging out of that tight t-shirt and those thighs that I had seen grow more and more recently were popping out of the jeans. How could someone look at him and not find him absolutely stunning. 

I was putting the frame and card down when I thankfully caught one more thing he had written, “P.S. there’s another picture in the frame that I think you’ll love as well. I know I do ;P.” Intrigued, I flipped the frame over and took out the original picture. Turning it back around I was shocked to see a picture I knew well. It was Nate, naked and flexing; his large cock standing at attention as his eyes were covered in a spiral that I knew was a frame of a gif I photoshopped into his eyes, as well as the collar around his neck. There was a caption below which was new though: “Once a jock drone for a master, always a jock drone for a master.”

Well fuck. This is going up somewhere immediately after I finished unwrapping gifts. He was much more appreciative than I realized. I was now thankful for putting in so much effort in to all those subliminals and biting the bullet and asking him to try me out. 

It took me a moment to regain my composure and move onto the next box. Pulling out the jiggly, squeezable thing I realized it was another sex toy. This time it was a pocket pussy in the shape of a brain. I knew pretty immediately who it was sent by. Clay was a law student who had reached out to me on one of my kink social medias. He really loved some of the himbo posts I had made, and was liking the idea that I brought up about mind fucking. Talking to him over and over again, I figured out he was really interested in this idea. A session or two later I was sliding my big dick into his brain repeatedly; slamming my balls on the back of his head as his brain turned to mush, or better yet molded into the perfect fitting condom on my cock in his head. He really loved the part where the pleasure center of his brain was repeatedly thrusted in between my hot cock and his skull, causing his whole body to bounce with pleasure. It was always nice, slapping my hand on the table to make the same sound as my balls slapping his head and seeing his eyes roll back in his head and his hips buck with pleasure. The last time we did it he even came handsfree, his cum now replaced with mine, and his brain also now replaced with my cum. 

It was an even better look, seeing this younger, fit, well dressed lawyer slowly degraded, stripping into his himbo uniform– a gold thong which barely held his constantly hard dick. Even better to hear him, on the verge of going into trance, babbling about his desire for me to use his brain as a cumdump, a hole for my huge dick, transforming him into a cum brained himbo, cummands filling his mind. 

His card was more of the same babble, starting off very eloquent and formal as his writing slowly became less neat and more hurried, a transformation from a lawyer to cum brained himbo in a letter. My cock sprung up again as I imagined him seeing me fucking his pocket pussy brain and him immediately stripping into his now normal home attire. 

I stopped for a moment, taking stock on the pile of presents, cards, and appreciation that I had not been prepared for. My cock was aching with appreciation as well. I only had two presents left: a huge box and the naked man still posed under my tree after all this time. I decided to go for the box first. 

The reason the box was so big was because there was a person inside. Frozen, a large smile on his face, was Bradley. He was a guy I started talking to because I had an interest in learning about his dollification kink. He told me in detail of his desire to feel empty, hollow, and plastic. His fantasy was becoming a real life Ken doll, Sex Toy Ken really. And from the looks of the box he had made and set up, his fantasy came to life today. The box was a bright pink, with a plastic window showing off a naked Bradley. The blue lettering at the bottom of the box read “Brainwashed Bradley Doll”. It even had an age rating at the bottom which I couldn’t help but chuckle at. Bradley himself had his arms posed in a strange, doll like way. Inside the box also had the looks of a small wardrobe of very hot clothes, jockstraps and singlets, even a leather jacket. 

I saw a door on the side of the box and opened it. Pulling Bradley out was a challenge since he did not move at all and I was dodging piles of presents and discarded wrapping paper. I finally was able to sit him down on the couch and look at him more clearly. It seemed he had been working out recently since his muscles seemed to be larger. He also had a barcode above his right pec, which I was tempted to scan and see how much he would cost to buy. Tapping his face, I saw his face switched into different expressions: neutral, angry, and –my favorite –wide eyed and opened mouth. I asked Bradley how long he would stay in this state and his monotone response was that he would stay in this state until the end of the day and he would happily do or act any way that I wanted him too. 

Musing over this. I told him to go into my kitchen, get something to eat and drink as well as take care of any physical needs. He droned an agreement and robotically got up and moved. Thankfully, that allowed me to “open up” my last present under the tree. 

The bright red hair on his head gave who it was immediately away. His name was Jake and he was the personal trainer at my gym. I had worked with him a few times and each time I was more and more smitted with the recent college grads personality and demeanor. The twunk was a natural himbo, and his charisma and kindness made it obvious why he did so well working with others. He had a large wealth of knowledge too, helping me improve my form on several of my workouts. 

I actually was the most surprised about him being one of my presents. I never talked to him about hypnosis, and was blissfully content to see him smiling at one client or another. To see his pale ass, presented so nicely under my tree, a bow perfectly placed on his posterior was a wonder to see. His hole was winking at me, and looking at his face I could see headphones in his ears and a VR headset on his head. It showed a loading screen on itself, showing how far into his brainwashing session he was at. From the looks of it he was almost done with his programming. I could hear him whispering the mantra that had probably been in his ears all night: “Personal trainer personally trained for your personal pleasure. Personal trainer personally trained for your personal pleasure.” I assumed that one of my other subs that joined that gym also had their eyes out for me, and started getting Jake interested in the idea of going under. He will be surprised when he wakes up and sees that his now brainwashed brain gets a ton of pleasure in following my orders. 

I pressed my thumb at his quivering hole and started to massage the entrance. It immediately caused the hot hunk to moan and beg to be of personally trained service. His husky begging cause my already teased cock to quickly grow into its full lengtha and I sadly had to take my hand off of his ass before I started using him before he was fully brainwashed. 

Smiling at my whole bevvy of wonderful presents. I started to get up and clean the piles of wrapping paper that had accumulated and think of how I was going to use all my new toys and playthings today. 

Once cleaned up I heard my doorbell. Walking towards the front, I passed the tree where Jake had now stood up and was repeating “Personal Trainer Slave ready provide personal pleasure”. I passed Bradley, now fed and ready for a day of mindless toying around. I peeked through my front door to see Ray and Mike, my two hunks who had most likey set all of this up for me. They were smiling, ready to get presents of their own. 

I smiled to myself and thought to myself before opening my door “May we all cum to have a very Merry Christmas this year.”

[master-of-the-stars]

Happy day before Summer! I’ll be out at Summer School tomorrow so I can’t post day of. So, here it is now. Last years Summer post was Odyssey and this year is Hades. So have the characters that would definitely and also definitely not be in the same room at once. But this time in a swimming pool. Some hcs I have:

• Theseus can’t swim so he’s embarrassed he has to use a floaty

• Hypnos hates the water so he just using this time for relaxation

•(though I made this look like an indoor pool) Orpheus gets those really bad sunburns so Eurydice makes him dose himself in that spf 50

• Zagreus likes having swimming competitions but he normally loses

•Meg’s good at swimming… that’s it

•since Dio is a hunk and a half, he will most of the time just go to show off

•Hades has no fashion sense

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[mtfstuff]

The payback

Because of the pandemic everything changed. Gladly I got to keep my job everyone had to work from home. That was my salvation from the comments of my hunk coworker Cole. I'm overweight, coming in on 350 pounds, now even more througg the pandemic. I have bad skin and have to wear baggy, worn out clothes.

The hunk of a coworker I have always made fun of my weight and appearence and I almost couldnt handle it anymore but the pandemic saved me.

Sadly now the company has decided that two employees should always be present. As it had to be I got paired with that hunk and I should work directly next to him for the next 3 months.

On the first day he already started again with his comments. He compared the two of us: He was muscular and well built, I was overweight, he always wore nice suits (even now when only I could see him), I wore baggy clothes. That evening, I decided that I want to get back on him. I searched the internet for body swap spells and hypnosys and I found good stuff.

He always listened to music while at work so I hacked his spotify account and put some hypno tracks in his playlist. After only 6 days he was completely servant.

The first days I had him under control, I often wanted to feel his massive cock in me or I wanted to get sucked by him. It was an incredible feeling, as if his dick and lips were made for those 2 things. Sadly that got boring after some weeks so I pulled out the body swap spell I looked up.

I made him suck my dick a last time, pulled my pants back up and I put him out of hypnosys.

He looked at me weird after he noticed that his head was on the same level of my dick. He got back into his seat and wanted to speak as I started to say the spell.

He stopped in the middle of his first word and his movements froze. I finished the spell and fell unconscious.

When I woke up I saw a 350 pounds man sitting in front of me who was watching his body in disbelief. He looked at me and started shouting:" What did you do?! Change us back or I'll tell everyone what you did!"

The way he talked, I knew that Cole Was in my old body.

"Who will believe you? You were always the weird one,  you know that, you always made fun of it.", I answered with Cole's deep and manly voice. I chuckled. This was better than everything I had dreamed of.

"I'm going home now fatass. I need to jerk off.", I said making a hand gesture in front of my new dick. This new cocky attitude was new but I like it. I felt how my dick hardened and how I started to think about bad comments towards my old body as I left the company's building.

[andyboff]

powerbottom

the hunk is @mira-miranha‘s boy hypnos

[capricorny-c]

My Headcannon Hermit Heights/Base Body Types

Doc - 6’7” - Hunk Mumbo - 6’5” - Twink Cub - 6’3” - Hunk Beef - 6’2” - Bear False - 6’2” - Twink Etho - 6’1” - Twunk Xisuma (EX) - 6’1” - Twunk xB - 6’ - Otter Iskall - 6’ - Bear

Python - 5’11” - Twunk Wels - 5’10” - Hunk Hypno - 5’10” - Hunk Impulse - 5’10” - Twunk Scar - 5’10” - Twunk Tango - 5’9” - Twink BDubs - 5’8” - Twink Keralis - 5’8” - Twink TFC - 5’7” - Bear Cleo - 5’7” - Bear iJevin - 5’7” - Otter (these can change)

Joe - 5’5” - Twink Ren - 5’5” - Otter Grian - 5’3” - Twink Zedaph - 5’2” - Twink Stress - 5’1” - Otter

Note: This is just the Minecraft Characters and has nothing to do with the real people behind them.

[scheppke]

hey, same Ano here. Thanks for the character bios! 😍 Your ideas are sick as hell! 🤘🖖🤘🤘! What about their personalties and character dynamic? They are similar to your fics I presume.

Aw! Thanks so much, you’re too kind 🥺🥺🥺

And yeah, similar to in the fics. Here’s some extra tidbits to chew on: 

Zagreus is loud (no inside voice), boisterous, fit, active, friendly, enjoys competition, likes attention, the definition of an extrovert, and could fit the archetype of a jock pretty well, lol. Likes to wrestle minotaurs!

A little thick headed, stubborn in the “tackling a problem in the same way that has already killed him thrice” type of stubborn. 

He’s reckless with no sense of self-preservation (he can just regenerate, after all), adventurous, has no fear, confident, loves his mama.

Likes to show off. Enjoys his bountiful bosom. He’s proud of that part of his anatomy, hee hee. 

Has a bit of a possessive streak.

Romantic, sentimental. He wants to hold someone. Wants a special someone to spend the rest of his life with, is ready to have that hole inside him filled. Wants to court a man good and proper, sweep him off his feet, really woo a guy!

Practically limitless stamina.

The kind of guy who wakes up in the middle of the night and goes “I want to build a table” and goes out to chop down a tree.

DIY king!

Completely and utterly unaware that he is the subject of multiple local legends and cryptids.

Doesn't blush easily but when he does blush its Loud and A Lot and very Bright.

Enjoys playing hero.

He falls into the same trap that he assumes Hypnos is dainty, and so offers to accompany the guy when he goes out foraging to protect him from any nefarious monsters.

He does not do this patronizingly or condescendingly; he has genuine concern for Hypnos’s wellbeing (no matter how misplaced), and, well, Hypnos plays along for a bit, because its nice to have this hunk’s attention on him in such a way. He thinks its cute!

Zagreus is an actions over words kind of guy. 

Zagreus enjoys headbutting as a form as affection. 

Tactile, he’s a touchy feely sorta guy.

On that note, lets head over to Hypnos:

Hypnos is likewise very tactile. The two of them are very affectionate with each other. Always holding hands, practically. 

Hypnos is the embodiment of “do no harm but take no shit.” 

Very sweet, kind, gentle, flirtatious, will use people’s misconceptions about him to his advantage if he sees fit. 

He values human life and sees them all as individuals with rich lives that he loves to observe (and sometimes be a part of, as he has had a host of human lovers). 

Wants to be loved so bad. 🥺 This... desperation, can sometimes be detrimental to him. 

Absolutely does not value himself enough. 

He is aware that he is powerful, but does not outwardly advertise it like.. ever. Unless any of his loved ones are in danger. 

In his youth he was a naïve, nervous little godling that was gullible, but he has since grown and still believes his (or anyone’s) kindness is not a weakness.

A good dad who loves each and every one of his children! 

He exists on two plains of existence, essentially; 

The physical world and:

Dreamworld. When he sleeps in the physical world, he maintains the dreamscape as a physical being that rules over the realm and ensures things go smoothly. His sons exist in the dreamscape. While they can technically traverse into the physical world, they do not do so often and would require to acclimate if they did so, which can be an unpleasant expierence.  

Oh, yeah, on that note, Hypnos has a brother, Epiales, God of Nightmares, who wants to destroy him.

It is a one sided rivalry. Epiales thinks Hypnos is his nemesis. Hypnos does not think much of his brother’s wily antics. He loves his brother!

Loves his mama too!

Hypnos is likewise confident and also salacious. He has a long list of bed partners. Is Zagreus jealous? Maybe... Just a little. 

Hypnos will just randomly fall asleep on Zagreus and Zagreus will let him.

Sings lullabies, of course.   

Very outwardly emotional. Can cry rather easily. Cries in sadness, happiness, and anger. 

Romantic, sentimental...

There’s more, but this is getting pretty long! 😱

Thanks for asking! 💖💖💖💖

[hypnoyed]

@essence-flux-primed     continued from here.

⋆ — “AAH!” Ezreal doesn’t quite jump ten feet in the air at the sudden appearance, but he gets pretty close. “What? Oh—...” He drags his fingers through his hair, as if that will help compose himself or collect the shattered fragments of his dignity. “Well, I didn’t actually steal it, you know? Like, there were undead ghouls and traps and stuff, but I’m pretty sure no one living has touched this thing since like, the first Rune War, or something.” Based on what? Absolutely nothing, of course.

    Ezreal turns the gauntlet over so it catches the sunlight, gleaming. “That’s the third rule of archaeology, y’know: finders keepers. And it’s gonna take more than a hunk of metal to keep me down, even if that hunk of metal is supercharged with ancient magic that ... I don’t really understand. Point is, it’s mine, and I can handle a bit of danger.”

                         𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒     𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒     𝐇𝐈𝐒     𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍     𝐈𝐍     𝐇𝐈𝐒     𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐒     mid     -     air,     eyebrows     knitting     together     in     a     frown.     He     TRIES     to     listen     to     the     explanation     .     .     .     he     REALLY     does,     but     it     ends     up     being     feigned,     because,     as     it     turns     out,     he     just     doesn’t     care     !     So     instead,     Hypnos     interrupts     Ezreal     right     at     the     end     of     his     reply,     all     while     reaching     out     to     poke     at     the     gauntlet     with     curious,     benign     fingertips.                         ❛    𝑶𝒌𝒂𝒚,     𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚     𝒃𝒖𝒕     𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆,     𝒚𝒐𝒖     𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆     𝒊𝒕.     𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚     𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍     !     𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒅     𝒐𝒇     𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒔𝒔,     𝒚𝒐𝒖     𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘,     𝒊𝒔     𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕     𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆     —     𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓     𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈     ?     𝑮𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕     𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒇     ?     𝑾𝒐𝒂𝒉,     𝒅𝒐     𝒚𝒐𝒖     𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆     𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆     𝒐𝒇     𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎     ?     ❜

                         Hypnos     floats     in     impossibly     -     close     to     Ezreal’s     face     in     an     instant,     eyes     bright     &     wide.                         ❛    𝑪𝒂𝒏     𝑰     𝒔𝒆𝒆     𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎     ?     𝑪𝒂𝒏     𝑰     ?     𝑰     𝒄𝒂𝒏     𝒖𝒉     —     𝒑𝒖𝒕     𝒚𝒐𝒖     𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐     𝒂     𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑨𝑨𝑨𝑳𝑳𝒀     𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅     𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑     𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅     𝒊𝒇     𝒚𝒐𝒖     𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘     𝒎𝒆     !     ❜

[hypnosthots]

do they hate the tall, buff hypnos, zag with a small and feminine body, or than with his wig snatched? I take my feedback very seriously

wigless than appears to be the consensus but tall buff hypnos is also quite haunting. ill take twunk hypnos but certainly not hunk hypnos........ simpyl incorrect

[yukippetodo]

Dateko as Greek Demigods (PJO AU)

Moniwa

Son of Hephaestus. Known to be shy, and never seems to loose his temper. Surprisingly unthreatening for someone of his build. Uses a broadsword in battle.

Kamasaki

Son of Ares. Almost never has his shirt on (drives Moniwa crazy). Uses a broadsword and a shield in battle. 

Sasaya

Son of Hebe, but is one of the “why the hell am I in this cabin” cases. Uses a sword in battle. Always seems to wake up more tired than the night before.

Futakuchi

Son of Dionysus. Decided to totally reject his Greek parent and refuses to drink any alcohol. Uses a sword and shield in battle. 

Aone

Son of Poseidon. An honorary member of both the Dionysus and Hephaestus cabins. Uses a broadsword and shield in battle. Likes bunnies.

Obara

Son of Demeter. Seen most with the satyrs. Uses a longbow in battle, and has better aim than some of the Apollo kids. Threatened to force-feed Aone a scorpion once.

Onagawa

Son of Hypnos. Head counselor. Let the poor guy sleep.

Sakunami

Son of Hephaestus. Kuguri is convinced that he is a son of Ares by how he acts in battle. It’s pretty scary. Mostly seen with Koganegawa. Uses a broadsword and shield in battle. Koganegawa is still questioning how he can lift such a heavy hunk of metal.

Koganegawa

Son of Apollo. Frankly, he sucks at everything but punching people’s faces. Uses a club in battle because Moniwa’s worried that he’ll accidentally cut himself (there have been some instances). Pisses of Yaku a lot.

Fukiage

Son of Demeter. Not much is known about him, since he seems to always be hiding in the woods. Uses a lance in battle.

Nametsu

Daughter of Ares. Primarily uses a rapier in battle, though she’s been seen using Sakunami’s broadsword “because it’s grip fits her the best”. Futakuchi’s convinced that she only uses his because his is the lightest, but Sakunami begs to differ. Friendly to Shimizu.

Karasuno Aobajohsai Nekoma

[sasorikigai]

* hug prompts || @sonxflight​ || accepting 

4. a hug from behind

15. a ‘ just to say i love you ’ hug

💥|| Hanzo always thought that he belongs to the one-man army- he knows he’s independent. He knows he can make food, go to work, handle pressure and come back home. He has been living like this for a long while now and I think he has already trained his mind not to feel out of place and left out. He reads books, discusses to himself, plans to pass his day; a day with no human touch or no talk with another being, the happenings of the day, the fortunes and misfortunes, a smile returned back, a passionate kiss... everything. He used to live like this, with nothing particularly special and unique at all. 

Yet, very rarely time would play tricks. How it let him feel the bone-seeping cold wind wrapped against him, to feel everything that would open his senses to the clock ticking by, moving on and on only to mock at him that his time is stuck to itself. The absence, the widening void of love and the how being untouched feels like. Life mocked at him, that he is no lone wolf like he used to categorize himself as. Time mocked at him that he’s wasting away, as huge hunks of him disintegrate and dissolve. The sweet single word,��‘love,’ will plunge him in such a blissful madness, as the strong contour of his arm travels through shadows, as his warmth burns upon his lover like embers from the hearth as the lust-soaked sheets remain entangled on his body. 

Lips remain latched on the crook of Ryou’s neck, as the euphoric insanity of a moment’s before still leaves every note of their sensuous symphony. His body still recalls the melodic orgasm, his final movements, as their coalesced scents serve as a powerful madeleine of crests of bliss and gifted experiences and moments which will remain engraved on his heart for a lifetime. A long exhale plasters his front to his lover’s back, as his silent love emanates with every particle of his being, as synchronized heartbeats bring further untamable craving; a desperate need to be himself with Ryou in the cradle of his warmth and love. 

Hanzo may flare and find himself wrapped in gloom and despair, but how his essentiality would come out whenever he’s with Ryou. He may be infinitely tough and wear the veneer of tempered heart and expression, but he refuses to go of his hold as what used to be the sharp slices of agony to warm splashes of gloom dissipate and rendered naught as the gripping lull of Hypnos’ arms plunge towards the inevitable. Without an ounce of tension with a halcyon smile etched upon the encircled darkness, Hanzo lets himself intoxicated by the euphoria of being together - as his thoughtful touch remains secured against Ryou’s heart. 💥||