#hypno visor

[albihypnostuff]

visor won good, thats what i voted for @w@

guys reblog this i need to know

[risque-void]

still thinking ab the one time in vrchat with friends we went to a world with hypno visors that fill your entire vision with a spiral the way it was physically impossible to look away as my eyes just kept getting dragged to the middle of the spiral... my mind automatically inducting and bringing me under without even being guided.

couple that with my friends simply telling me to relax further... petting me, comforting me...

i'm 99% sure a trigger that was implanted a long time ago that I had forgot about had activated or something. If someone had walked in they'd think I'd have been tripping on some drug or something.

Genuinely all I needed was someone to completely drop me and mold me to their desires.... It would've been so easy...

[agirlandherkinks]

Hypnovisor: Beta Test (TGTF, Hypno)

James had always been a tech super-fan. The newest phone, newest headphones, shiniest laptop, he had to stay abreast of and on top of the current trends. So when he read about some fancy new VR company that wanted beta testers for a headset, provided for free (minus shipping), his vision blurred and he signed up before he even considered finishing reading the ad.

Three weeks of anticipation and waiting passed until his doorbell finally rung, accompanied by the corresponding buzz of an email notification on his phone. Scrambling from his couch he flung the apartment door open, and to his mild surprise saw that the postman was nowhere in site. There was just a nondescript cardboard box labelled "Fragile", which fortunately bore none of the expected dents and scratches one would associate with the postal service and delicate freight. Practically bouncing with undignified delight, James scooped his parcel up and dashed back inside, barely remembering to lock the door behind him.

The headset looked even better than he had imagined. Sleek plastic curves surrounded a central visor that was just translucent enough to see through, meaning you could walk around safely if you turned a program's opacity down. It fit beautifully when he tried it on, more comfortable than anything he'd ever worn. Wearing it felt wonderful and... right, somehow. His only complaint was that the black headset was decorated in hot pink highlights, although it still looked futuristic enough to sooth his fragile masculinity. His roommate and best friend Erik certainly agreed, interspersing James' insightful comments with appropriate "Ooh's" and "Aah's". Waiting for the battery to charge seemed to take a thousand years, although chatting with each other about what it could do replaced their boredom with swiftly growing excitement.

Two hours later, a soft buzz from the headset in the corner signified its charge was complete. Erik cheered, his sandy-blonde hair bouncing behind him, and even James couldn't suppress a soft whoop of excitement. Erik unplugged it and handed it to James with a flourish and a bow, who accepted it with a suitable stuffy speech. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he was so giddy with anticipation he felt he could match Erik's goofiness for once. The advertisement had promised unmatched realism, a luxurious fit, and cutting-edge, groundbreaking technology. Normally James would have discounted claims like that as corporate claptrap, but the headset fit so well he actually believed the rest of it.

Booting up the headset brought a perky, relaxing jingle in his ears and wall of settings text in his vision. He would have read it, but between his own excitement and Erik's infectious enthusiasm he left the settings on default and skipped to the main menu. The feedback for the buttons was amazing, it felt just like he was pressing down on them whenever he touched one! Another little jingle sounded as he confirmed his choices, and a few games and applications bubbled up into his view, imposed over a hot pink background.

"So Erik, what do you think I should try," James asked. "We've got a music player, interior design app, some sorta idle monster game, and a few RPG's." "Surely try out the RPG's man! You've gotta see that high-definition you were yammering about when we called." Erik's voice came back surprisingly muffled, as if he was speaking down a long tunnel. "Bro, I can barely hear you, the noise-cancelling on this headset's insane! It's like I'm in a world of my own!" James took a deep breath, recovering a little of his composure. "Alright, an RPG it is. Fantasy, sci-fi, or modern day?" "Go fantasy! You know we've both got a thing for elf chiiiicks. Hell, with the kind of feedback you were telling me about, you might even get to grab her" Erik's distant voice sounded playful, with a ting of desire and jealousy. And it did make James hard, at the thought of getting to look and squeeze and fondle some busty elf bitch, made entirely to his wishes~

To James' horror a quiet moan escaped his lips, accompanied by faint hysterical laughter from his friend. Brushing it off angrily, he slammed the icon for 'Silverflame: A Magical Journey' (the button felt like thick moss to his touch). Instantly a soft flute begun to play in his ears, accompanied by the gentle lull of a harp and a quiet sparkling. James felt himself relax, all the tension draining out of his body. Erik must have noticed too, because James heard his laughter die down to be replaced with a slightly concerned silence. "Don't worry man," James said, "music's just really pretty..." He trailed off with a slight giggle, but heard Erik give an affirmative just before a silky, sultry voice started to speak.

"Welcome traveler, to the beautiful world of Silverflame. An untamed paradise where strange beasts roam the land, noble adventurers go forth in search of treasure, and the most wonderful magic [James shuddered] is woven. You are the latest brave, beautiful heroine [Heroine? Shouldn't I get to choose my character's gender first?] to step foot into this land. But first, tell us a bit about who you really are."

Pink sparkles rained across the screen, superimposing his view of a vibrant meadow with a series of stats. Physique, IQ, Wisdom, and Charisma, fairly standard stuff. And next to it, a human man with a blank, slightly happy expression on his face [...did he look familiar?]. James gasped, he looked just like a real person! Erik was suitably impressed by this information, and urged him to pick some stats so he can get to the body modification. "You can always change them later man, might as well pick a couple of stats now and get a move on. Sounds like you're not gonna get to pick your gender for a while, which kinda sucks. Buuut if we're being horny about this, you might as well go for a slut scaffold so you make less changes later." James chuckled at this, remembering the build they discussed one night while both sloshed beyond belief. For this game it would be high Physique and Charisma, low IQ and Wisdom. James touched the slider for Physique, and gasped as he felt himself feel... better than he had in a long time.

Not trusting his senses any more, and worrying about Erik being exposed to whatever was happening from the other side of the headset, James brushed off his concerned questions (which he could barely hear now, past the soothing, soothing, music) and suggested he went to the toilet, since he'd been holding it in since he got here. Erik grumbled at missing out, but mercifully left. James was actively sweating from what just went through his body, but couldn't muster the energy or concentration to feel the level of panic he knew he should be. The music was just so, so calming, that fear was harder to feel than usual. The prompt told him he still had to change two more stats, so he decided to turn down Wisdom. He gasped again and his vision went blurry, and when it cleared he felt a bit, fuzzier? In the head. But it wasn't too bad, in fact it was perfectly manageable. He felt even calmer now, so maybe changing another stats would make him feel better. Why not IQ? He tapped the slider.

He groaned as an immense pressure wrapped around his brain. Thoughts, aspirations, memories felt like they were melting from his head faster than they appeared. The pressure seemed like it lasted forever, but eventually it trailed off and he was left panting in his chair. It had felt, really good? Like, tots good, even. James giggled to himself. Something was different about him, but he couldn't think what. Oh well, it'll probably come to him later. He squealed in delight as he realized he could get a step closer to the body modification page, although he looked longingly at the IQ slider. He could come back to it later, for now it was time to make his super-hot elf slut a body!

James clapped to himself with delight as a cute little melody played, a shower of sparkles spiraled [spiraled...] across the screen, and the man on the side moved to the center of the screen. "Firstly", the sultry voice said, "choose what race you want to be." That was an easy choice. He clicked on the 'Elf' button, and shivered as he felt tingles run through his body, intensifying in his ears. Reaching up to touch them, he inhaled as he felt long, pointed tips. In fact, his whole body seemed a bit slimmer. This doesn't quite feel right... he thought. Oh I know! It must be making me an elf too! Maybe we'll be in a party together! Between the strange fuzziness and the pulsating heat in his groin, James quickly flicked to the next page and made his choices. Long, silver hair, gorgeous big purple eyes, and some giant perky lips. "Combination unlocked!" the narrator exclaimed, "+1 Charisma, -1 Wisdom!" James giggled again as the mental fog settled a little tighter around his brain and naughty thoughts about cute girls and boys filled his brain. Boys? Well I guess I've never minded swinging both ways... This felt natural to him, because of course he'd always been bisexual. Next screen!

"Choose your voice young heroine," the woman commanded. James felt a little strange, like her voice was echoing around his head. And why were the sparkles still there, spinning and spinning around the screen. He felt confused, but knew he had to obey that voice. He picked the sexiest combination for his own voice; high pitched, breathy, perky. "Combination unlocked! +1 Charisma, -1 Int." He moaned as that wonderful pressure wrapped his brain and his weekend plans changed to eyeing hunks at the beach. Girls were cool and all, but men had always been more interesting to him [and their pulsing, hard...].

"Now heroine, can you tell me: Are you a girl, or a boy?" The question sent shock waves through his brain. He was a he... right? Why did it feel like there was some longing, some need to acknowledge the woman in him... her? The fog, the music, the spirals, all the feelings he had been having, James could hardly think. Maybe he should think less. Being a girl sounded fun, it's just a character after all. And he needed to be sexy. "Wonderful choice young lady! Now, are you a dominatrix, a super-switch, or a bimbo slut?" Bimbo slut~ James giggled as the words echoed in her brain. She was a bit of a slut, now that she thought about it. It felt odd to pick it, but why not for funsies? "Bimbo slut selected! Wonderful choice, just wonderful. Hold still while your stats are adjusted, and then we'll begin on giving you the perfect, sexy body you've always wanted."

The spirals filled her view and began increasing in speed. James was taken aback at first, but quickly felt oddly calm and receptive to that sultry voice.

"Physique +1, Physique +1, Physique +1." James felt wonderful, like every ache and blemish in his body had faded away.

"Wisdom -1, Wisdom -1." Thinking was fuzzy, but Jamella felt so content she didn't care.

"Charisma +1, Charisma +1, Charisma +1, Charisma +1. Charisma +1." Jamella gasped as visions of sexy men, pecs and abs and juicy, throbbing cocks filled her mind. A desperate heat filled her, and she began touching her groin against her will to try and ease it.

"IQ -1." She moaned, feeling light.

"IQ-1." Empty. She was so, wonderfully empty.

"IQ -1." This was like, so much funsies! She didn't know what was going on, but everything felt so nice~

"IQ -1. Congratulations Ella, you now have the 'Bimbo Slut' build."

Ella giggled absently. Thinking was like, so hard, and she felt like, so hard~. The fun spirals had disappeared... But the nice lady was talking to her again! With great effort, she listened in. "Now that your mental changes are complete, it's time for the physical changes!" Ella rubbed her thighs together and cheered in excitement. She couldn't wait to have more fun! "Unless you choose so now, the process will be au-to-ma-tic [...why was she using such big words?]. You can choose to take over at any time, or wait until the end and adjust as you please [...please. That word felt funny in her brain]".

"No user input detected. Body adjustment commencing."

A nice shiver went through Ella's body as she felt her headset warm against her face. Looking at the boring young man she'd begun to customize (her reflection, of course), she couldn't wait to begin! She sighed happily as waves of pretty silver hair drifted into her view and cascaded down her back. It felt especially nice against her smooth, soft skin, and she couldn't help but gently shake her head to watch it sway. A cool feeling brought her attention to her face, and the alluring amethyst eyes now set in it. Her face itself became much more elegant [but cutesy, too!], and she puckered her lips as a lovely pressure made them swell and bulge out, giving her a sexy and kissable pout [the boys'll love this look! boys~]. She felt herself shrink a few centimeters, gulping as her Adam's apple disappeared into her body. In fact, her whole body had become even more slender, with narrow shoulders, adorably small hands [pretty purple nails!], and a tiny little waist. She gasped, then clasped her hands over her mouth in delight. Her voice was so high and cutesy! She couldn't stop herself from giving out tiny, high-pitched giggles, just to hear how cute she was!

"Basic body structure altered. Adjusting outfit in preparation for primary and secondary sexual characteristics."

Ella ooh'ed appreciatively as a stream of sparkles enveloped her body. And when they disappeared, she squealed in delight! Her drab t-shirt and denim shorts were gone! In their place was a beautiful silver mini-dress that shimmered like starlight when she moved. She frowned in vexation, though. The plunging chest and shoulder-less design was very pretty, but her chest was flat! [shouldn't I have tiddies? The boys won't like me like this...] And the way it clung to her waist and hips would have been sexy, but as it was there was barely any difference between them! Her ass wasn't nearly big enough to justify how the dress cut off barely past it, and with how tight the fabric was Ella could see how achingly hard she was [wait, why do I have a cock? I'm supposed to get cock! In my mouth, in my ass, in my tight little pussy~]. It wasn't right!

"Thank you for your patience sweetie. Optimal figure calculated. Prepare for adjustment of sexual characteristics."

Ella let out a moan as a wave of heat and pleasure washed over her. With how horny she was she could barely keep her eyes open, but she knew she wanted to watch herself become the sexy little [cum] slut she was meant to be [I want it... I want to be~]. The heat settled in her hips, her ass, and her chest, and she moaned again as the changes begun.

Her nipples grew first, more than doubling in size and stiffening through the soft fabric of her dress. Tentatively touching them induced a gasp of pleasure [so nice~] and sent her rocking backwards. The motion made her giggle, because in that time she'd grown a cute pair of B-cup breasts that jiggled when she rocked. Jiggle makes me giggle. I like giggling. I like jiggling. Ella nodded thoughtfully to herself, feeling very wise. Her boobies grew to C-cups. She jiggled some more. She giggled some more.

A tightness around her hips distracted Ella from her tiddies. They were growing! She groaned as fabric and flesh tightened around them, too euphoric to feel pain. Sliding her hands from her waist to her hips made her squeal happily. She had such a sexy hourglass figure, she knew any girl worth her money would be jealous [and the boys would wanna hold me and squeeze me and fuck me raw]. Thighs thickening dramatically in response to her growth, she slapped her ass in impatience. Why won't it get bigger already!

But get bigger it did, swelling out in response to her touch. She fell forward as sheer pleasure blanketed her mind and weakened her knees. Squishing her boobies against the ground made her feel even nicer, until she was panting and moaning for somebody to help, to hit her again and make her bigger~

A slap landed on her booty, and she groaned in delight as it and her thighs swelled again. More. More! I NEED MORE! She moaned in ecstasy as blow after blow landed, making her swell and grow and grow and swell and feel so gooooood! Her tits inflated to D, then E-cups [good for the boys. I can jiggle so well for them~]. Her hips widened and thighs thickened, until she looked ridiculously large compared to her waist [ridicu... ridic... really, really sexy...] And her ass kept growing, and growing, and growing and growing and growing and growing! Tighter! Around my cock! Cock... I... oh~ Too... too... much! Too much! I'm~ I'm!

OooOOoOoOOooOoOoooOOOOOHHH~

Ella screamed in delight as she came, just cumming and cumming and cumming her tiny little brain out.

"Wisdom -1. IQ -1. Charisma +1. Charisma +1."

She was desperate, humping against the ground as the flow of cum abated from her cock. Everything she had been was flowing out of her messy stupid brain, and everything that she should be was coming in. Boys... Cock... Need fuck... Breed~ I'm such a dumb little cum slut~ She giggled to herself.

"Final adjustment required."

Ella stood up shakily, the bottom of her dress a cum-soaked mess. She squealed with delight as the mental fog settled even tighter and she felt an intense heat in her groin. She could see the tops of nipples trying to break free from her dress, and could feel the air drift over her ass, which had mostly escaped the fabric in her growth. So sexy. Hehe~ Boy can take me~ Don't even need dress off~ Thinking hard... Her ass and hips had pulled up so much fabric that her cock was visible now, deflating and still leaking from her orgasm, but she gasped in pleasure as it began rising up again. And, as she felt something long and hard brush her booty [cock? Boys? Fuck?].

A pressure like hands on her shoulders forced her to her knees, and she whimpered in desire as she felt an unseen cock touch her cheek. At the same time, something began intensely stimulating her own. She reflexively opened her mouth in a moan, but was cut off as she felt the cock shove inside [Feels~ Feels!].

All thought stopped.

Her mind was blank, full of pleasure and desire and happiness. Her cock felt good like it never had before, and the dick in her mouth tasted wonderful~ This was what Ella was made for, what she was meant to be. Feeling good, feeling sexy, feeling a pleasant emptiness that could only be filled with cock. Her haze reached a crescendo. Dimly she was aware of her own cries of ecstasy, muffled by the cock fucking her mouth and mind, as she came harder than she even had before. And as she came, her dick shrunk with each spurt until it went inside her [inside me!]. The cock withdrew from her mouth, filling her with a desperate longing. Emma moaned for her unseen hero, then gasped as she felt him once more. And blinked in surprise as the pretty meadow and her sexy reflection disappeared.

She was kneeling on the floor of an unfamiliar room. Shaking off a little of her confusion [don't need know much anyways...], she gasped as the tell-tale smell of pre-cum filled her nose. There was a man standing in front of her!

Sandy-blonde hair. Body like a surfer hunk! Naked. With a massive, sexy cock, dripping with her saliva and it's own juices. Ella moaned in desire, falling on all fours. Visibly trembling with lust, he tenderly cupped her cheek and slowly moved behind her.

Touching her with his [cock!].

Ever so gently, on the edge of her [...pussy!!!!]

He rammed inside her, and she screamed as an absolute feeling of rightness, of sexiness and pleasure and single-minded happiness rushed through her [MORE! HARDER! COCKKKK~]. Riding his dick she felt herself go into a trance, with nothing, absolutely nothing, disturbing her feelings. Ever. This was right. Ella moaned and surrendered to herself, drifting away on her lover's cock and mindless pleasure.

[diamondthehypnohornydom]

mmf, my biggest fantasy is to be kidnapped and brainwashed. i'd be shoved in a van, a hypno visor strapped to my face, never seen again

just kept mindless and obedient for my new owner, used however they desire

Sounds like you just want to be a good girl and be very useful to someone, who can blame you! It’s what all good girls should aspire to be

[dom-ftm-dark]

Conversion therapy but for cishet boys

Get a bunch of boys with dicks and make them into gay boys.

They spend their time with a dildo in their ass and hypno visors. Keeping them edged while they watch gay porn and with suggestions to make them attracted to men.

Gaslighting them to believe that they should be worshipping men.

Conversion therapy to make cishet boys into gay bottoms for trans men to fuck into.

[arseniy-arsenicum33]

All Hermits in Hero Forge!

Season 10 is coming! And I've finished modeling every Hermit (Thus far) in their TCG-cards poses!

Special thanks to Hoffen for their original minecraft models...

You've already saw these eight models in my Life-series minis showcase, slight tweaks and costume changes... I really need to buy Hero Forge subscription, so i can manipulate fingers individually... Now, for the new guys... Guess what?! I've figured out how to make links! Now you can see my references directly! Technology!

Ren got his cool casual look...

Docm77 inspired primarily by Belmarzi's design, such as this... It was very funny to suddenly stop in the middle of this project to model him hugging Snoop Dogg...

JoeHills, unsurprisingly, based on real-life Joe Hills... But I did have this comic by my side while modeling him, for moral support, because modeling someone's likeness is always stressful...

Cleo's pose pose a challenge, It uses a transparent one-legged skeleton inside the main body... Like a real armour-stand magic! I like how it turned out...

I've started watching Zedaph very recently, so both Noxolotl's and Applestruda's portrayals of him were very helpful in forming mine...

Blaise's Hermit line up was used for Cub and Hypno, which you will see down the line... Bee's art was helpful, once again, and these Cub-arts by Sylvan...

My main goal with Jevin was to somehow convincingly make a slime look slimy... I was so ready to make him as rotund as this art, but alas, program restrictions...

This art was used for False at the very beginning, but it drifted so much with the addition of cheekbones, that it doesn't look like it at all anymore...

Hypno had a surprise for me, because before making this model, I've never saw this brown line on his chest as a boob-window... But now, I am convinced... This is the art, that guided me to that conclusion... Ghostea's and Locus's portraits were useful for figuring out his face...

Iskall lifted from this art... Hero Forge doesn't have any cool one-eyed visors, so I've settled on monocle for him and Doc...

Hero Forge also for some reason doesn't have a hand-held flower, so pretend, that Stress doesn't hold a pen, okay? And has a cardigan... Based mainly on this and this art, which was also used for XB...

My best guess with Keralis was that he is doing Edvard Munch's "The Scream" ommage... Thanks to Myra and Cole , without them, Keralis would've looked more like a bug with them big ol' eyes...

Oh, boy, XB... A true enigma for me... Pictured here, lightly jogging... Only you could tell me, if I did a good job with him, I sincerely have no idea... Since this is in part a TCG-inspired project, it would've been wise to use references from the actual TCG-cards... To bad, I've came up with this idea near the end of a project...

I have made so many Xisuma-costumes, and only now I am showing you the main friendly-neighbourhood DoomGuy cosplayer himself... Do I need to credit id Software for this?

WelsKnight is my champion in regards to how many references I needed for him... 1 2 3 4 5 6 7! Despite how many armour options Hero Forge has, making something coherent out of them was difficult... Especially, keeping in mind, that one day I'm going to model HelsKnight as well...

And finally, TinFoilChef, based heavily on this stunning artwork... And somewhat on this skin by Ink-Ghoul... It all comes around...

And the Creator Himself! Beef! And his wonderful portraits: 1 2 3 4...

I actually going to use him as an example, to address something...

Here is how my screen looks, then I am working on a model... My method of creation is derivative by nature, it requires the art and creativity of other people... And I have SO MUCH anxiety about this... Not being an artist, but still trying to make something with my limited capabilities... And post it on the internet, oh horror...

With recent talks about plagiarism and AI-art, it has come to my attention, that I myself not so different from AI, just not so efficient... So, this is why I so obsessively document my influences, it is the least I can do... Credit the artists, that I stole from... Please, check out everyone mentioned, subscribe to them, commission new pieces of art...

And if you've liked my dorky "minecraft youtubers made in DND character creator" models... Thank you...

Sometime later there will be a google doc on my blog with links to every model I've ever made, go nuts with them... Try Hero Forge for yourself, it's fun...

[sixteenth-days]

Ghost xisuma for fandom swap?

"Alright, I see what you're talking about. Okay, helmet off," Hypno said. "Let's see what the problem is."

Xisuma dithered for a moment longer, thumbs resting on the clasps behind his neck. The lit-up eyes on his visor slid to one side, not entirely smoothly- one half of the LED screen was flashing erratically. "It won't bother you to see, will it? The whole...?"

"Nah, it's nothing I haven't seen before," Hypno pointed out, pulling out a screwdriver and tapping it against his leg.

Xisuma shrugged, a little sheepish. "Well, yes. You know how it is." He flipped the clasps open, pulled the helmet free and handed it over to Hypno. The bare skull it had formerly concealed sat exposed, gleaming slightly under the froglights set into the ceiling. It was still, no indication of expression or life.

Hypno wasted no time flipping the helmet over in his lap and prying a panel loose to examine the wiring. "I think you've just got a short here," he said after a moment. "Should be a quick fix. I can put a replacement wire in here right now, I just need to strip this one out."

Xisuma's sigh of relief sounded a bit different without his helmet on; less substantial, like it was coming from every angle, carried on the air. Maybe it was just the effect of being able to see his mouth not moving. "Thank you. Goodness."

"Was it bothering you that much?" Hypno asked idly, kicking a nearby chest open and fishing around in it with his free hand for a pair of pliers. "You couldn't see the flashing from inside the helmet, right?"

Xisuma shrugged again, and, yeah, it was a little strange to see the suit moving headless. "I like having expressions," he said. "Technically it's a nonessential function, but when people can't see my face moving- or, well, my 'face'-" the suit made air quotes with its fingers- "it makes me feel, er-"

"Dead?" Hypno guessed.

Xisuma chuckled. "In a manner of speaking."

"Well, we can't have that," Hypno said. He worked in silence for a moment longer, wrapping the fixed wire carefully in electrical tape, then slapped the panel back into place and handed the helmet back over. "Here, give that a try."

"My friend, you are a lifesaver," Xisuma said, then paused. "Well."

[luvtonique]

Remember folks

Don't be alt left or alt right

Be alt nude version with bigger titty and hypno visor

[yanderefarm]

RRARAAUIUGGGHHH college is kicking my ass rn, so I'm taking out some stress on the new boys. Have another of my visions of filth and depravity.

I need Crybaby's trainers to try a new method of 'Loyalty Reaffirmation'; Crybaby keeps getting itself damaged before missions, affect its performance.

I need a "Special" new affirmation program where they drug the fuck out of Crybaby and strap him in a Hypno Visor. It gets see pretty pink spirals, overlaid with pictures of you that flash at random intervals. Best of all, it even has a recording of your voice repeating mantras to Crybaby on repeat!

This program is never repeated as a Loyalty Affirmation module. Crybaby was left so mindless and unresponsive (to anyone but you) that the mission had to be delayed until you could come snap him out of it. By that point, though, Crybaby had ruined its uniform several times and was expienecing intense muscle spasms associated with physical aftershock.

Though, it's mission time and efficacy saw significant improvement when the program was offered as a 'Reward' for completing a mission. Future program initiation for Crybaby should be administered and monitored by its Handler directly.

(NEED that man mindless, writhing in ecstacy on the floor, drooling and babbling and cumming and-)

Anyways how r u?

-🎠

you always write such long delicious asks that make me wanna reply in kind and then like i start to write something and lose steam so ur asks end up in draft jail

ive received and started to answer all of ur asks they just sit.... in draft jail ....

anyway.... yeah this is hot. im imagining you like recording lines like "you're a good boy. good boys obey. good boys serve. being a good boy feels good doesn't it?" and you're like "guys I dont think this is gonna work the way you think it'll work" and they're like "how could it not work?"

and then crybaby is shaking as he cums just hearing you call him your good boy.

he cums so much he's sobbing and begging and everyone is like "bro......... hot but like... what a freak"

you're like "yeah i tried to warn you man"

and then at home you're like "awwww whos my good boy" teasing him because he comes so fast.

[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.

[gothfoxgirlboy]

One of the most extreme and unethical things I want to do is brainwash someone - really, truly, completely brainwash them.

Obviously hypno visors and mind control drugs don't actually work in real life, but normal hypnosis does, and it can be intensely effective. I want to take someone cute, gain their trust, get them to relax around me, and use my words to covertly take them under. Lightly at first, they may not even realize that it's happening. But as they trust me, as they relax, as I get them used to going into trance, I'll be able to expand what I do.

The first suggestion I'd implant is that they can relax around me, let their guard down. It's already true, they're already relaxed, so it should take without resistance. Then I could start gradually building: my words are soothing, I'm someone trustworthy, it's nice to relax around me, that mindless tranquility is a desirable state, it's so easy to listen to me and let me think for you so you can enjoy that state more...

With that scaffolding built, I can start getting more detailed, and taking them under explicitly. Modifying what they find arousing, connecting this relaxation and submission to pleasure to make it self-reinforcing, give it an almost addictive quality so that they won't want to resist that feeling (if they're even still capable of it at this point). By this point, months to a year down the line, they should be sufficiently programmed that I can do what I'm most excited about.

I invite them over one night and, almost out of nowhere, ask what they think about brainwashing. They'd probably say it's impossible, but hesitate a moment, both from wishing it was and a creeping feeling oft doubt deep in their mind. They'd comment on the hypnosis we've already been doing, how that's completely different, they can't be made to do anything they don't want to, not really, right?

And with that question, I'd send them under with a single command. I'd order them to strip, or to kneel before me, or some other way to show how much influence over them I already have. Then I'd wake them up, watch their face blush, watch the horror and awe and arousal spread across their face as the magnitude of what just happened hits them full force. Sure, hypnosis can't make someone do anything they don't want to, but it can absolutely make someone Want to do something. And that's almost the same thing especially after dozens, hundreds of sessions where I slowly push that line further out until I can drop them off a cliff on a whim.

What happens from there doesn't really matter. If they're horrified, I can fix that, and it'll be hot. If they're excited and aroused, I can use that, and it'll be hot. If they're conflicted and full of doubt, I can easily fix that, and it'll be hot. By that point I've already won, and they wouldn't even know it was a fight. All that would be left is to enjoy my new toy however I saw fit

At that point does it matter what they think? You practically own their brain already

[diamondthehypnohornydom]

My biggest hypno kink is probably being forced to watch bimbo/hucow hypno nonstop, either by visor or a TV where I literally can't move or look away, until I'm just a dumb horny cow ready to be breed and milked- I'd forget all about being ftm and just embrace getting used all day😅

Ooo, turning someone into a hucow with a visor sounds like a fun idea. Gonna have to try that sometime

[voided-mind]

urge to get droned but like in a shitty dingy garage by some home mad scientist making her dronification chamber out of whatever she can get in bulk for pennies on the dollar from electronics stores

exposed circuit boards, loosely connected usb 3.0 cables, a hypno visor made out of a broken VR headset she found while dumpster diving and hypnotic audio playing through headphones from 2004 she got at a dollar store

not every up and coming droner can start with venture capital and grants, after all! sometimes you gotta do this stuff on a budget

and if you totally break a few potential drones figuring out the kinks, thats just how it goes! new science never goes right the first time

[kompaktcat]

Real "be a cold machine hunting someone down and strapping a hypno visor to their face" desire hours rn

[nightbringer24]

Sergeant Crastor moved through the mercantile steadily but quickly, his bolt pistol held low but ready. It was not a good place to be caught by the enemy; the various shelving units were far too thin to provide cover, but they made perfect concealment for anyone moving around him. Even with the rest of his squad nearby, backed up a unit of Oturn PDF troopers, Crastor was still ready for action. "Brother-sergeant," The voice of Brother Martien rolled easily through the store at the same time as he spoke through the vox, making Crastor stop and turn his head to look behind him at his battle-brother's position in confusion. "I report good news; we have reinforcements." Crastor shook his head in exasperation. "Good news, brother. Next time, just relay it on the vox. Send the PDF up, have them take up positions near the front of..." "It's not the PDF, brother-sergeant. It's our parent chapter." Crastor snapped back around fully. What? The Fists were here? "Where are they, Martien? And how many?" "On my position, brother. And just the one." That was enough to galvanize Crastor into action, his ceramite boots pounding on the dirty linoleum floor. Why where the Imperial Fists, the Steel Drakes' vaunted and honoured primogenitors here on Oturn? And why only one? He turned a corner quickly, finding a section of Oturnian troopers clustered around Martien, looking at him in confusion as he held in his hand... "Look, brother-sergeant. Our reinforcement." The doll was bright yellow, if a bit dirty, and it was clearly a crude but functional representation of an Imperial Fist Astartes. Crastor had no words to say, even as he looked at Martien's Mk.VI helmet, knowing that underneath that elongated visor, his battle-brother was grinning manically at his joke. "Why did the hypno-conditioning not remove your sense of humour?" "Would I be what I am if it did?" Martien said, handing off the figure to one of the troopers.

For @knighthawkchapter. I've had this scene in my head for so long, I just had to write it.

[yanderefarm]

Love Letter One (The Meta Version)

Dear Yanderefarm,

I LOVE EMIL HIS CHARACTER CONCEPT IS FANTASTIC. The idea of being in a hierarchy were you are a lower rank in the system, but a higher ranked individual basically scruffs you and sits you on top of that hierarchy bc they love you? Top Tier.

I also sincerely appreciate your total lack of specification regarding the time period Emil rules. In one story, there's a old timey merchants guild, but photographs also exist?? Peak. The ability to put him in scenarios where both magic and technology can exist is perfect, especially for horn contexts.

You want feminization? You can put him in a slutty dress but add magic and Bam! Tits and pussy to match, baby!

You want hypno or dumbification? Substitute a pocket watch for a magical artifact that drains the brain, or a sci-fi brainwashing visor that can lock unto his face!

You wanna punish him? Pick between a high tech fucking machine, or a good old time in the stocks being a free use toy! Maybe even both?

Pet play? Magic that bitch up some ears and a tail! (Bunny Boy Emil, Anyone?)

Anyways, the possibilities are endless, and that's a good part of why I like Emil so much. Another part is just his demeanor. Literally only Ajax has anywhere NEAR as much ego as Emil, and even then, Ajax gets nervous and flustered pretty easy once you starting coming on strong.

Emil though, Emil stays smug. He's got the ego, but he also knows and accepts the fact that he'd like nothing more than to service you all day every day. He enjoys being dommed, and while you can get him flustered and crying, it takes work; it takes effort.

That, or it takes nothing at all. And that dichotomy enraptures me . He's so proud, but he's on his knees for you in front of the whole court the second you ask. He's so vicious, but he can handle you so gently. He's so strong and stoic that it can make him brittle, prone to snapping. He's so egocentric that he thinks you'll never pick anyone else, but seeing other people around you makes him jealous.

Anyways, all this to say you write amazingly complex characters and I love them. Can't wait for the Season 2 Boys!

(P.S. Actual love letter to Emil himself coming soon)

-🎠 Anon

this is so sweet!!! ur so nice thank u 😘

if you like emil try: romantic fantasy manhwas bc you will immediately see that he borrows a lot of tropes from them. the mad tyrant thats actually a big softie for his wife is an entire trope itself.

im a big fan of the political drama in rofan manhwa like yes give me trade disagreements and noble factions vying for power and ridiculous crown prince nonsense. i know that if i had the will to write a whole novel with emil that it would chocked full of all the ramifications of marrying a lower stationed prince of a kingdom known for neutrality. the short term ramifications like homophobic old noblemen "you can't marry a boy what about your heir!!!" and more politically powerful female suitors who hate you for getting in the way of them grabbing more power. and the long term ramifications like your kingdom being forced against it's will to give up decades of neutrality with a king woefully unfit to be in charge and despises you for saving his life and the theocracy next door ready to knock down the doors and behead your husband for daring to claim some divine origin and blaspheme their God's name. this kind of thing lives in my brain rent free i love it.

also yeah!! its a fantasy world so time period accuracy is unimportant. i was going to have it be more accurate to a medieval time period but like. that's not fun. so i decided there's magic so you can have modern things but they're all just powered by magic. magic communicators, magic teleportation, magic cameras, magic aphrodisiacs.

honestly all of my work has a certain level of magical realism for the sake of horny. like aphrodisiacs and drugs don't really work the way i want them to but because i want them to work a certain way they do. surely if you actually did the things to achilles that are fun he would die but he doesn't because i don't want him to. like idc if it would probably kill a man irl its fun and horny so it doesn't.

emil's ego makes him so fun. like ajax wouldn't immediately proudly declare that he's the best dick sucker. emil would. he's proud and haughty. he's the greatest king. but being proud makes him more fragile because his heart is more weak. he falls in love much easier than he pretends to. like i love when his pride falls and he's just desperate to keep you close to him even if that means completely degrading and humiliating himself. he's cute.

im glad you like him so much he's really fun to write and i love his tropes