#hypnosis for drinking near me

[puppyxprincess]

Training Logs, Entry #2

6/23/24

I’m happy to report that her training has been a continued success.

The subject is eagerly submissive to me, her dedication grows in intensity with every passing day.

Our baseline levels of trust have far exceeded my expectations for her, which I attribute to her sharp judge of character. She has deemed me “safe” and has in turn, handed herself over to me willingly. I’m gaining a strong appreciation for subjects so happy to be trained.

I just concluded a rather impromptu training session, the subject requested I ask her some questions to further my knowledge on hypnosis, utilizing her existing stores of information on the subject. She suggested i drop her, making her incredibly tired and deep in trance before asking these questions, to see if she could recall our conversation in full.

At first I was intimidated, I must be transparent. An impromptu session stripped away my ability to be prepared for anything, to have my goals and path mapped out, my triggers pre-planned, all of it, gone. I almost told her no, I wasn’t feeling up to it, I couldn’t possibly engage in anything successfully. Better to wait than risk damaging progress, damaging her faith in my abilities, is how i reasoned with myself.

But something possessed me. Maybe it was the two drinks i’d just finished, maybe it was my intuition, my unwillingness to let the opportunity slip out of my hands.

I agreed to her request, how could i deny an eager puppy the chance to train?

I set up my equipment and took a deep breath. I began my greetings, already donning that syrupy, lilting tone reserved near exclusively for her, and I hoped inspiration would strike me.

I asked about her favorite inductions, how to decide on one, how to avoid falling into routine and allowing it to become predictable.

She began to explain using some comparison to a math concept I couldn’t really grasp, but I began to understand her point when an idea appeared to me.

Previously, my pet had mentioned to me that the bell jingling on my cat’s collar worked as an “ears perked” sort of effect. Instantly capturing her focus and drawing it to my words.

I removed the cat’s collar and shook gently it a few times near the mic. The puppy immediately lost her words, it was so wonderful to see. I prompted the pet to continue, but only let her get a few words out before i let the bell chime again. She lost her train of thought, immediately becoming focused on the sound of the bell, her thoughts slipping from her mind.

It was hard not to laugh, seeing the composed, intellectual subject immediately reduced to a brainless puppy. The efficacy was truly shocking.

I took the opportunity to wield her focus against her, knowing her predisposition would be to go deeper, to agree with anything i might suggest.

“Do you even remember the point you were trying to make?”

“Can you even answer my questions, pup?” The subject clung to the explanation that she could, but that she was just so focused on me, it was hard to let anything else take precedence.

“Doesn’t it seem like it would be so much nicer to put all that aside and be a Silly Puppy for me instead?”

At this point, her responses consisted only of an eager “mhm!” or two, if she was feeling very excited by the suggestion.

I interspersed the jingling bell over any pauses, increasing her focus on me each time. This began to work so well she stopped being able to respond. At this point, I asked the subject if she’d prefer to remain under and fall asleep, or if I should bring her back up. She requested “Up,” so after a few more moments i began to bring her out of trance.

The subject was still dazed when she began to communicate her amazement at my insecurity, even going as far as to ask if I had been joking, fully aware of my ability to drop her so quickly and effectively.

I laughed, assuring her that the entire session had been unprepared, allowing my ego to swell at the high praise from my far-more-experienced subject.

Over a brief discussion of the session, as my pet spoke to me, I couldn’t resist the urge to use the bell against her again. She slipped back down easily, blindly obedient once more.

After playing with my favorite subject a bit more, I brought her back to herself, and had to force myself to stay quiet. Every time I opened my mouth I pushed her back into that sharp focus and her brain into a state of arousal that rendered her unable to sleep.

One of the last things we talked about before I finally allowed her to rest was how towards the very beginning, when she first lost her train of thought, she found it difficult to grasp what she had been speaking about even once out of trance.

Something of note regarding this pet is that she has often recounted how ineffective memory impacting trances have been for her, likely due to her history of hypervigilance and perceived need to protect herself. Communicating that my spontaneous session may have allowed even a small memory to slip out of her grasp has emboldened me to try again and test my skills with a more overt memory play session with her.

It definitely serves my purposes that she’s so eager to hand over full control to me, not one ounce of doubt or distrust towards me present in her pretty little mind.

My next goal has been set: Make the puppy forget something.

I think it will prove easy enough.

[tamascarian]

This could end as a story.

Feat - Tyler Galpin x local witch!Reader

Contains - Very slow burn

  Wednesday Spoilers!!

Part 1

“Always wonder why is it so dark in here.”

“ha ha. Very funny, Galpin. Now why are you here?”

I said as soon as I exited through the curtain window to see Tyler with an unfamiliar face next to him. She looks a bit dead and bored or even tired at the same time you couldn’t distinguish it.

“Ever heard of a hyde?”  

Tyler asked which made me raised a brow. I would have never thought that Tyler Galpin, the son of sheriff Galpin, the self-proclaimed prince of Jericho and an excellent bully would know anything about the supernatural. 

“I might have read a thing or two.” 

“Tell me.” 

The pale girl with Tyler said, well more of demanded. 

I stared at her for quite some time before I motioned them to follow me. I went to my mini library that contains all the books I need about the supernatural. I look for that ancient, brown book that I knew I read about the hyde. 

“Here.” I flipped through the pages until I stopped when I saw the chapter made specially for the one I’m looking for. 

“ The Hyde is a lone entity who shares its identity. It never really shows unless triggered. There are two ways a hyde can be triggered - hypnosis and unlocking a trauma within the host. A hyde can be past generationally and can skip-” 

“That’s enough.”

I was cut off by the pale-looking girl, who I think doesn’t have any manners growing up, given her attitude. 

“Can you help us, I don’t know. find the hyde?” Tyler asked.

“I could..if you have anything that belongs to that hyde?” 

“Does a blood work?” The girl intervened. 

“Blood works best.” I smiled as I went to prepare for everything that is needed to locate the hyde. 

“Wait, you do know my work costs money in exchange, right?” I stop mid-way in doing what I was supposed to do.

“How much?” The girl asked, grabbing something from her backpack. 

“How much you can give.” I shrugged. 

-

They gave me a blood from a cloth and I began to chant as well as the candles begin flickering. 

I saw a boy, a teen boy whose painting clawed him? the blood came from that. 

“I’m sorry, Wednesday and Tyler. But this blood isn’t a hyde’s blood. I saw where this blood came from when I was looking for the supposedly hyde of yours. And he wasn’t it.” 

Wednesday started glaring at something before storming off my cabin and I just gave Tyler a weird look. 

What an odd couple they would make. 

-

That night, I couldn’t sleep. I just kept thinking about the hyde and why do they want to find who that was. At times like this, I hate how much of a curious cat I am. 

I started reading every book I own and even using the internet to know anything about the hyde and I did..

I started chanting the spell I saw on one of the family’s grimoire and I didn’t expect to see what I just did.

I re-read the spell and re-do it multiple times just to make sure I did it right. The spell was supposed to know who the hyde’s host at the time but I didn’t expect to see Tyler Galpin sleeping peacefully. 

Witchcraft is magic, and magic never lies unless it’s being manipulated.

I don’t know what to trust. I stared at my family’s grimoire, there was a reason why we know so much about the hydes, we created them. 

I’m going to make sure I saw the right thing. Even if Tyler is hyde’s host, who in their right mind would unleashed it?

-

After what I found out, I barely got any sleep. I decided to befriend Jericho’s local barista to make sure I saw it right

As I opened the only cafe in town, there was no really customers in sight, maybe a two or three? 

I rang the bell twice before I saw Tyler coming out of the kitchen and he look surprise to see me here, I mean I would too. 

“Wh..at can I get you?” He asked, unsurely.

“One cold vanilla latte with cream, please.”

“That’s one of a sweet tooth you have.” He grinned

I smiled at him sarcastically before slipping my money to the counter.

“On the house.” He said before making my drink. 

I slid into one of the empty booths near the window and waited for my order. Not five minutes later, Tyler sit in front of me and handed me my drink.

I raised my brow at him and he seem to get my question because he immediately answered.

"There's not much people to take orders, anyway." He shrugged.

"So.. What makes you go here?"

"Can't a girl just have a coffee?"

"Not you. Pretty sure the last time I saw you at school you said "I enjoy tea over coffee" "

huh, that was like 2 years ago?

"Maybe I just wanted to see the cute local barista working here." I shrugged and sip on my coffee. It looks like he didn't expected my statement because he chocked on his saliva.

"You think I'm cute?" He's flusttered.

"What makes you think I'm talking about you?" I smiled.

"Mhm, maybe because you went here when my shift just started and I'm the only barista in sight?"

I rolled my eyes at him and just started drinking my coffee.

"I'm kidding, y/n." He laughed before going back to the counter to take orders.

I analyzed him when he was busy looking. He doesn't really looks like a hyde to him. He seems too nice.

I grabbed the tissue to wipe my mouth when I notice there was ink in there.

Text me?

xxx-xx-xxx

(Only if u want to)

-Tyler

Things just got a bit easier.

[randonauticrap]

Say Yes

Pairing ~ Jin Grandet x Reader

Word Count ~ 2.5k

Synopsis ~ Based on Jin's 18th Level Bond Story: Jin proposes a game to you in which no matter what question he asks you, you have to say "yes"... and you have to mean it. Appearances from the domestic affairs faction!

Author's Note ~ I've been absent for awhile, but it felt SO good to get back into writing for my favorite man. This is my first entry into @aquagirl1978's "A Series of Firsts" event, with my darling Jin and the prompt "First Kiss"! SO excited about my love finally getting his own feature in a fanfic writing event! <3

“Man! What a meal.” Leon whooped as he settled into one of the plush chairs around the fireplace with a hand over his swollen stomach. 

“It was amazing, thank you Leon.” you said earnestly, moving inside the door to the sitting room after Yves and Licht. 

“Sure was.” a silken baritone voice rumbled from behind you and two large, firm hands settled on each of your shoulders, giving them a squeeze as he spoke. “It was so good that I got to hear this pretty little thing moan, and I’ve always wanted to hear that.” 

“Jin, god.” you muttered softly, the palm of your hand finding your forehead to hopefully hide the heat that had risen painfully to both of your cheeks. 

“Ooh, say that again, sweetheart, I liked the sound of it.” he chuckled deeply into your ear and your whole body shivered before you decidedly pulled away from him to avoid further embarrassment. You liked Jin, it was no secret; not to you, nor to the other princes of the domestic affairs faction. You were pretty sure that even Jin himself knew, which didn’t bode well for your little crush. After all, wouldn’t he have said something at this point if the feeling was mutual? But he kept on teasing you as usual, pulling you along on his little string, then letting you go. Internally you had groaned when you’d realized the irony of the beast and prey analogy, but if that wasn’t the best way to describe your situation, you had yet to discover it. 

“Jin!” Yves fumed, glaring at the 1st prince over the tray of sweets he carried in his arms. “Must you be so vile everywhere you go?” He set the tray down on the short table in front of the fireplace and dusted his hands off before plopping down next to Licht on the long, velvet couch. 

“Vile? Yves, you wound your older brother.” Jin feigned hurt, making a show of placing his palm over his heart. You giggled at their antics before you could stop yourself, and Jin sent a wink your way. With the giddy feeling that pooled in your lower belly at his small gesture, you decided that perhaps you needed a little something to drink. At this point, it couldn’t hurt; at least alcohol would help explain the near permanent blush coloring your face. 

"Anyone else want some?" You called out as you popped the champagne bottle open. 

"I'll take some!" Leon replied. "I'm not usually a champagne guy, but we're celebrating tonight, so count me in." You chuckled, pulling another glass from the stand that Yves had brought in from the kitchen and pouring two glasses. 

"You know what I prefer." Jin's sensual voice was so close to your ear that you jumped, spilling a little of the champagne on the table in front of you. He chuckled, sending sparks through you as the hairs on your arms and the back of your neck raised. The double entendre was not lost on you, even as he reached over you to get to the whiskey bottle; the defined muscles on his arm nearly close enough to your face to touch. You couldn't help but stare at the protruding veins on his forearm that snaked up and around to his bicep like a trail on a map, just begging to be followed. Even as he pulled his arm back to his own body, whiskey bottle in hand, your eyes followed the rippling muscles underneath his smooth skin. Nothing else in the room could possibly be as fascinating. 

Behind you, Leon coughed forcibly and thankfully awoke you from your hypnosis. You blinked, at last tearing your eyes away from the first prince to focus on salvaging yours and Leon's drinks. You had always been a master at nonchalance, so your inability to act composed around Jin was very new, and wholly unwelcome. It made you feel like a fish out of water: floundering on the hard ground and pitifully attempting to breathe in air that wasn't meant for you. 

Finally, you were able to take Leon his glass, and you perched next to Licht on the couch with your own, following Jin's motions in the chair next to you from the corner of your eye. He was so relaxed, his posture open and yet commanding all at once. A low simmering power radiated from him; a power he often disguised with seductive nuance. But you knew that the moment he decided to take charge, every other prince in the room would willingly fall in line behind him. He was the eldest, and though he did his best to disregard his position, the authority was there. 

Even so, he preferred to take the backseat, to work from the shadows, to let the other princes take the credit that was owed him, and you both admired and disfavored that. You wished he thought more of himself; like you do. You thought the world of Jin Grandet, in too many ways to count. It's why you'd fallen in love with him to begin with. He was kind, fiercely kind beneath his mask of indifference. He was loyal to a fault, and so intent on making a positive difference in the world without even rising to claim the glory that accompanied it. 

However, in that darkness is also where he hid. He hid his pain and his suffering, and buried his worth under years of guilt. The darkness befit him, but it also betrayed him. You saw it in his eyes sometimes; flashes of something he'd never allow his brothers to see… something only you had been given access to. It haunted him, and you wanted nothing more than to infiltrate his darkness with moonlight and stars. Sunlight was too bright for the likes of you and Jin; too blinding, too intimidating. But the moon shone light enough; light enough to expose the truth and still bring peace to his wounded heart. 

You brooded quietly over your drink while the princes chatted, slipping further and further into a warm, murky daze as the champagne filled your senses. You didn't even notice the eyes of the first prince on you until he broke through your silence. "Let's play a game." He clapped his hands together and you jumped, your focus pulling back to your current reality with a snap. "Belle, you first. No matter what I say, you have to answer "yes". If you say "no", you lose." 

"That's a terrible game." Licht muttered beside you, but you weren't paying attention. The room had a nice, fuzzy glow surrounding it, and Jin was looking at you so earnestly. How could you ever say no to him?

"Do I have to mean it every time I say yes?" You giggled, wriggling in your seat a little. 

"Yes." Jin said, setting his glass of whiskey down on the coffee table in front of him. 

"I thought it was my turn, Jin. Hehe" You teased, suddenly feeling a little lightheaded. 

"It is, sweetheart. That was just an example." He smirked, leaning towards you. He was still several feet away from you, but it suddenly felt like he was invading your space; taking the air you needed for himself. But it was pleasant, heady, and you leaned closer, happy to lose yourself in him. 

"Okay then," you challenged. "Hit me." 

"I'll start you off easy. Do you like Yves's sweets?"

A laugh bubbled forth from your lips. "Yes, of course! Anyone who doesn't just doesn't have taste buds." 

Yves squeaked and you turned your head to find his face red. "Thank you." He murmured, a soft, embarrassed smile on his face. 

"You're welcome, Yves." You chuckled, then turned back to Jin, whose gaze had never left you. "Easy peasy, next." 

"Alright, how about… do you enjoy Sariel's lessons?" 

You grimaced, recalling the particularly difficult one you'd had earlier this afternoon. "You're not playing fair, I told you about my day." You muttered under your breath and forced yourself to think back to last week when you did well on several of the assignments he'd given you, and the perfume Sariel had treated you to in return. "But yes, I enjoy them for the most part. Sariel is always nice enough to reward me with things when I do exceptionally well, and he doesn't have to do that."

Surprise as well as something you couldn't quite pin down colored Jin's features momentarily. "Sariel gets you gifts?" You nodded enthusiastically. 

"I'm wearing the perfume he got me right now!" You stuck your arm out to him, no longer shy as the alcohol blurred some of your senses. 

"Such a lightweight." Jin murmured softly, but there was no malice in it. He and Leon shared a look you didn't understand before Jin accepted your outstretched arm, wrapping his long fingers around your forearm, and leaned his face down to nuzzle his nose into your wrist. The gasp that escaped your lips was completely involuntary, but the sound mingled with Jin's quiet groan as he took in your scent mixed with the scent of the perfume, and you felt your face fully flush at the barely concealed eroticism of the moment you were sharing. 

"Smells good." He murmured, his eyes falling closed for only a few seconds before they pulled back open and trained on you. "But I could do better. I know some scents that would suit you perfectly." His voice was almost low enough to be a growl and a hot shiver ran through you, settling in your lower belly as he let your arm go and sat back in his chair. "Last question." His voice was quiet and measured, but you felt the emotion behind it, and you were suddenly nervous. 

"Okay…" 

"Do you have feelings for me?" 

All motion in the room ceased - even the flames in the fireplace seemed to halt their dance - and every eye fell on you. You gulped, knowing that what came next could either make you the happiest woman alive, or shatter your heart into a million unsavable pieces. Your heart thumped loudly in your ears as your panicked eyes met his focused ones. You had never seen him looking so intently at anything before, let alone you, and you fought to keep from squirming under his gaze. 

I guess it's now or never…

"Yes." You breathed softly, then before anyone had time to respond, you added quickly. "Your turn!" Jin's eyes widened in surprise at the turn of events, but you didn't give him any time to question it. "Will you ever admit your feelings for me?" 

The silence in the room stretched on, the air becoming even more tense now that Jin's question had been thrown back in his face. You sucked in a breath that didn't have nearly enough air in it as you waited for his answer, your eyes locked on each other with no indication of either party giving up. But after several torturous moments of silence, Jin's chest deflated, and his quiet murmur of "Yes" filled all of your senses like the oxygen you had been momentarily deprived of. 

"Well, I think it's time for us to wrap up here. Licht, Yves." Leon clapped his hands and ushered his brothers out of the room, throwing Jin another pointed look before closing the door behind himself. You never took your eyes off of him, not while Leon, Yves, and Licht had gotten up, and not when they left. You were too afraid that the mirage in front of you would disappear and you'd wake up in your cold bed after another beautiful dream. You also couldn't be too sure that what Jin was saying was what you wanted him to be saying, so you waited, anxious and yearning all at one time, for him to explain. 

"You know how I feel about falling in love…" Jin murmured quietly and your heart dropped. 

"Yes." You whispered, breaking eye contact in favor of staring at your feet. It already hurt. Your poor heart already hurt. 

"My simple plan to not fall in love, especially not with a commoner, has worked well for me for a really long time." He explained, and you nodded, still not looking at him. "It's always been easier to spend a night of fun with a woman and see her off the next morning with a satisfied smile on her face." Despite the fact that you knew this already, your gut twisted into jealous knots and tears sprang to your eyes. You blinked them away as best you could. Jin heaved a large sigh and rubbed his palm over his eyes. "But this plan sort of fell apart when I met you, see." 

For the first time since you both were alone, your eyes snapped up to his face. He was smiling sort of sadly, emotions dancing across his face in a distorted line as he measured his next words. "You're understanding, caring, sweet, fun, funny… you're incredible. I wanted to protect you from somebody like me, but I went and fell for you like the selfish ass I am." He buried his face in his hands and shook his head, and before you could stop yourself, you were standing up and taking the few steps that would erase all space between you.

You cupped your hands over his and lifted his face to meet his eyes. "I don't want protection from you, Jin. I want you." You whispered, thumbing his cheeks gently as he stared up at you. It happened quickly after that. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his lap, your legs straddling his muscular body, and leaned up to press his lips to yours, urgently deepening the kiss like he had been starving for you for ages and now that he had tasted you, would never be letting you go again. Your fingers twisted into his short chestnut locks and tugged as you moaned softly into his mouth, savoring him just as much. He pressed the tip of his tongue to your lips, seeking entrance, and you parted them willingly, allowing the newfound heat to overtake you. He grunted and squeezed your bottom with his large hands; only then did you realize you had been grinding onto his lap in your frenzy. 

You pulled away to catch your breath, pleased to find Jin as breathless as you. Stroking his hair, you bumped his nose with your own. "You know what my next question is, don't you, Jin?" You murmured teasingly onto his lips, and he smirked in response, his grip tightening on your ass.  "Yes." He purred, lifting you up in his arms as he stood. You yelped, then laughed, wrapping your legs around his middle and your arms firmly around his shoulders as he carried you out of the drawing room and back towards his own. "Good thing I like carrying you, sweetheart. Cause you won't be walkin' anywhere for awhile after tonight."

~

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[wizardshark]

I can shapeshift into a wizard. I can easily shapeshift into a wizard. I can instantly shapeshift into a wizard. I can safely shapeshift into a wizard. I can easily shapeshift into my original form. I can instantly shapeshift into my original form. I can safely shapeshift into my original form. I can change my DNA in an instant. I am always safe when shapeshifting. My body is always safe when shapeshifting. My mind is always safe when shapeshifting. I keep my human color vision in my wizard form. My body masks my wizard DNA. I appear completely human when in my human form. My body masks my human DNA when in my wizard form. My spirit masks my arcane aura and arcane energy signature when I will it. My body absorbs every nutrient from the food I eat. I have full control over all of my forms. I innately know how to shift. I have full control of my shifts. I can easily tap into my subconscious mind. Psychic attacks are near impossible to execute upon me. My third eye is open wide. My chakras are safely open, activated and rejuvenated. Meditation comes easily to me. I can see and sense within my mind with absolute vividness and clarity as if in real life. Hypnosis works very well on me. I can easily break out of hypnosis or mind control at any time. I have perfect balance on any surface. I lose any fear of heights. I lose all fear of heights. I lose any fear of darkness. I lose all fear of darkness. I lose any fear of the unknown. I lose all fear of the unknown. I know when I am in danger and what to do about it. I am brave, strong and resilient. I tap into dragon energy to make me a powerful shifter. I tap into centaur energy to make me intelligent and clever.. I tap into griffin energy to make me brave and resilient. I am incredibly intelligent. I am incredibly clever. I am a powerful shifter. I can shapeshift at any time. When I am fully grown, my aging slows down. My lifespan is safely increased. My wizard form ages as I do. My wizard form has the color and pattern I want it to have. My fur color in my wizard form is rich and deep. My hair color in my human form is rich and deep. My wizard form looks exactly like I want it to look. My wizard form is beautiful. My wizard form is extremely fast, strong, agile, and flexible. My human form is extremely fast, strong, agile, and flexible. My body is incredibly efficient in all forms to provide safe efficient transformation. I have boundless, resplendent energy. I can safely absorb and disperse massive amounts of kinetic energy. I land softly from falls of any height.

I can easily cling to any surface. I get stronger every full moon. Moonlight calms and refreshes me. I am tireless. I can safely go days without sleep. Three hours of sleep is like a full night’s rest for me. My digestive system safely digests beneficial food and drink at supernatural speeds. My digestive system intelligently utilizes anything beneficial and safely discards anything harmful. My digestive system is perfect in health and function. My digestive system is supernaturally efficient and able to extract maximum nutrition. I have enhanced senses. I have perfect vision. I have perfect hearing. I have a perfect sense of smell. I can track anything by scent alone. I have an incredible sense of direction. I can sense magnetic fields. I can use magnetic fields to know exactly where I am at all times. I enjoy all food. My wizard form can safely withstand any temperature. My human form can safely withstand any temperature. I am comfortable in any temperature. My eye color is soft and stunning. I can make my eyes glow in the dark at will. I can see perfectly in any light level. I have perfect hearing. I safely and naturally repel biting insects. I safely and naturally repel stinging insects. My physical health is perfect. My mental health is perfect. I can heal any wound instantly at will. I can make wounds seal up in seconds. My body swiftly heals fatal wounds. I have a high pain tolerance. My body feels little pain because I can heal wounds instantly. I know when I am being hurt. I am meant to be a shapeshifter. I know that I am meant to be a shapeshifter.

I know that I am a shapeshifter. I am immune to all forms of mind control. I am immune to all negative programming. I am the sovereign of myself. I have indomitable willpower. I can do anything if I put my mind to it. I have a natural connection to arcanes. I can easily communicate with any arcane. I can use telepathy with any arcane. I love arcanes. arcanes love me. I can shapeshift any part of my body into part of my wizard form. I can summon the tail of my wizard form while in my human form. I can easily and safely make sounds like a wizard in my human form. I have retractable fangs in my human form. I can summon my fangs at will. I can retract my fangs at will. When my fangs are retracted they are impossible to detect. My retractable fangs are the perfect size for my mouth. My fangs are exactly how I imagine them. I have retractable arcane claws in my human form. When my claws are retracted they are impossible to detect. I can summon my claws at will. I can retract my claws at will. My retractable claws are exactly how I imagine them. I am a master of fighting with my claws. I am a master of all forms of fighting. I am a master of fighting in my wizard form. I know when to talk and when to fight. I have supernatural intelligence. I am a great problem solver. I have perfect memory.

I can easily remember massive amounts of related and unrelated information. I am extremely stealthy. I can travel anywhere without being seen or heard…. I am a master survivalist. I can survive in the wilderness easily. I can go a long time without food or water. I can survive any situation. I am grateful for any animal that dies to sustain me. I am a master hunter. I can easily detect lies. I have perfect balance…. All my chakras safely open, unblock, rejuvenate and flow with boundless energy. I can shapeshift into a normal sized wizard at will…. I can shapeshift into a giant wizard at will…. My giant wizard form is as large as I want it to be…. I can shapeshift into an anthropomorphic, wizard…. My anthropomorphic, wizard form is the height I want it to be…. My anthropomorphic, wizard form has the same color and pattern of my normal wizard form…. My anthropomorphic, wizard form looks exactly how I want it to look…. I have a human mind in all of my forms…. I have full control in all of my forms…. I can hybridize my wizard form with any of my other forms…. Any clothes I am wearing vanish when I shapeshift into a full wizard…. Any clothes I am wearing when I shapeshift into a full wizard reappear on my body when I shapeshift into my original form…. I intuitively know if it is a bad idea to shapeshift…. I can sense other shapeshifters from miles away.

I can see perfectly in pure darkness. I have a deep respect for nature. I have a deep respect for arcanes. I can speak human languages while in my wizard form. I can use any powers I have while in my wizard form. All fillings, crowns, and cavities in my teeth are replaced with healthy tooth material. My teeth are perfectly white and healthy. My immune system is incredibly strong and safely wipes out all disease and cancer cells. My body is always safely full of energy and at peak performance. My mind is free of all limiting beliefs preventing me from reaching my goals. My mind is powerful. All positive and beneficial affirmations program my subconscious instantly. Affirmations I desire program my subconscious instantly. Affirmations I approve of program my subconscious instantly. I safely take in and absorb all subliminals. I bypass negativity to create instant and infinite results.

All results gained from this subliminal are permanent.

[dappledpaintbrush]

Dimentio gets an ulcer: the fanfic. alternate title: King Boo’s inevitable return (more content for A Jester’s Lament) (don’t take my writing seriously here this is just for fun and kinda a shitpost) (also not necessarily canon) (not at the moment anyways) (I haven’t decided) (also spoilers for the entire fic)

also ignore my recent posts with my second dimentio design. for simplicity’s sake, his original AJL design is what we’re working with

(Part one btw)

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Dimentio scanned his writings as his eyes narrowed to a squint. “No, no,” he mumbled under his breath as he erased a word, replacing it with its more dignified counterpart. He paused once more, wondering if the extravagant word choice made him sound pretentious. He decided to keep it as it was.

It had been close to a year since King Boo fell to the Pure Hearts, and Dimentio still had yet to finish his collection of tales and spells. He wasn’t even done interviewing the Pixls, and he still had his own thousands of years worth of experience to put into words. If he wasn’t babysitting the Koopalings or visiting friends, he was writing. Writing, writing, writing, from when he saluted the sun till when he bowed to the moon. Sometimes he would even forget to eat or drink. At least, that’s what he told himself to keep things simple. He was keenly aware of his conscious ignorance of his body’s cries for help, just so he could get a few more paragraphs down on the pages.

“Dimentio!”

Despite himself, Dimentio was brought out of his hypnosis. Suddenly becoming aware of the pain in his hands, he lifted his head as Carrie was now fluttering over him. Boomer, who had been sleeping on the Ancient’s shoulder, suddenly buzzed and spun in circles in a frightened daze. Dimentio’s attention shifted to him for a moment, then back to Carrie. “What are you…” He peered at what the Pixl was holding above his head. Dimentio stood, stirring up the other Pixls resting nearby as if they were fireflies in a twilight field. “Is that my mail?”

“Uh, yes. I wasn’t snooping in your mailbox or anything!” Carrie quickly defended himself as Dimentio took the envelope in hand. “The mailman was dropping it off, and I was like, ‘Oh, don’t worry, I’ll take it,’ and-“

Dimentio raised a hand, silencing the Pixl’s anxious rambles as he mumbled, “It’s fine, Carrie.” His focus drifted back onto the letter. He pinched the corner, ripping it along the top not as delicately as he would have preferred.

“Ooo, the Princess!” Thudley announced, having immediately noticed the, Sincerely, Princess Peach, near the bottom of the letter. “It must be important!”

Dimentio looked around him, having been obvious to the Pixls crowding together by his head. “Weird. Usually they just text me. Ah, I must be climbing up in the ranks,” he half-joked under his breath. “Dear Dimentio, blah blah blah, blah blah blah… Mario Kart?”

“Oh, wow!” Carrie sprung up again. “Did they invite you to race?”

“Good Grambi, I hope not.” He held the note closer to his eyes. “Nope.” A strange disappointment fell upon him. I must not be as special as I previously assumed.

“Well, then what’s it for?”

“I’m getting there,” he assured Carrie, beginning to pace around his Flopside home. “Nothing-nothing-nothing, whole bunch of nothing, blah blah blah.” He recalled his eager Pixl audience, clarifying, “It’s a sort of annual race, and, uh…” He looked at the letter one more time before folding it back up and tossing it onto his bed. “I have received some sort of VIP invitation to come watch.”

“That’s so cool!” Carrie bounced up and down.

“Aren’t you excited?” Dimentio heard Piccolo ask as he opened his closet, the door creating a barrier between him and the Pixls.

“Frankly? Yes, I am.” He chuckled a little bit at the thought of it as he slipped his more formal attire off the hanger to change into. “Damnit,” he began to laugh a few moments later as he began to button up his long-sleeved black shirt.

“What’s so funny?” he recognized Slim’s voice.

“I’m just”—he snickered once more—“imagining it. All of them on their stupid little Go-Karts. Bowser, too, hah! I mean, I get it,” he clarified as he tied the strings of his pants. “I get why it’s such a huge event, but still.” He walked back into view, boots in his hand as he sat on his bed. “They have to be at least a little self aware at how… silly it all looks. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just too old for this kind of stuff.”

“Sheesh, maybe you are.”

“Hey now.” He eyed Carrie. Dimentio finished lacing his dark boots and lifted himself off the bed, staring at himself in the mirror. Long gone was his flashy purple and yellow cape and his diamond-tipped cap. Over his shirt draped a dark cloak that fell down to his thighs, and a hood obscured his face with a similar darkness. Even then, Dimentio still raised his hands to tie a dark cloth around the lower half of his face, sparing only his eyes, and even they were half-blind. He knew there was nothing he could do to hide himself while he remained on the mortal plane. Everywhere he went, there was a shiver up one’s spine that followed. He was an ominous sin, an uncanny evil. Blending in with the shadow he brought with him was the least he figured he could do. But they still knew. They all did. As if it were instinct. Everyone, dead and alive, always knew when Dimentio was near.

And now, he was torn between disappointing his friends by dismissing their invitation and disappointing the world with his presence. I should be used to not ever being able to win. Dimentio shook his head at the sinister thought, disrupting the mask. Thoughts come and go. Let them come and go. Let them come and go.

“Is the race today?” Thoreau flew next to his head as Dimentio adjusted his cloth-mask.

“Tomorrow, but Peach invited us to the Castle. I assume it’s an ‘us’ at least,” he referred to Mimi, O’Chunks, and Nastasia. It had been over a month since he had seen any of them in person. He found himself more eager at that aspect than the race itself. Dimentio peered closer at the dark circles beneath his eyes, their existence unknown to him before that moment. Like the fool that he was, he proceeded to smudge them like that was going to help. “As always, you all can come with me, stay, or go.” He adjusted his collar in the mirror one final time. “I’ll return in a few days. Ciao.” Without another word, Dimentio snapped his fingers, a black box forming and closing in on him as quickly as it appeared.

A toad screeched in fright when Dimentio abruptly appeared. Whether it was due to Dimentio himself or his unexpected arrival, it was anyone’s best guess. “Sorry!” The guard cleared his throat as he stood up tall. Well, as tall as he could. “Welcome to the Mushroom Castle, Dimentio. Not…” Dimentio looked at him, and the toad fearfully shrunk down. “Not that you haven’t been here before.”

Dimentio averted his gaze. He could live for another millennia, and his damage could never truly be undone. “Who is all here?”

“Oh, uh, let me think. Her Majesty, for sure. Mario, Luigi,-“

“Dimentio! Hey!”

He peeked behind his shoulder to see Mimi entering the corridor, her arm stretched high above her head. She vanished within a heartbeat, appearing directly in front of him. Dimentio gasped out of fright, then gasped for air as she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed as tight as she could. She acted as if it had been years since they had seen each other, but it was charming in a way. “It’s so good to see you!” she greeted, hugging him every tighter.

“Is that so?” He wiggled an arm free to pull his cloth-mask down.

She pulled back, gawking at him. “You bitch, you’re supposed to say you missed me too!” Dimentio laughed in response to the playful shove on his shoulder. Before he could respond, Mimi took his chance, “Hey, come out to the cloisters with me.” She took his hand, teleporting the pair to a lounge area just before the Castle's garden. “Fuck,” she expressed to them all. “I should’ve sent a warning first.”

“I hate you.”

“Aw, Dimentio, you came!” Princess Peach interrupted him, her hands folded on her chest. “I’m so happy you could make it. I think you’re going to love it. Mario Kart, that is.”

“Haha, ‘ere he is!” O’Chunks chuckled, gesturing towards Dimentio with his finger.

“Hey, Dim,” Luigi simply said with a smile and a wave of his gloved hand.

Dimentio smiled at them both. “Hello, O’Chunks. Luigi.” He then directed his attention back to Peach. “I appreciate the invite, Princess.” His body moved forwards ever so slightly in an instinctive bow. A breeze then hit him, and he shuddered ever so slightly. He still felt so vulnerable going out in public without his cloak. Not the cloak he currently had on, his cloak. Nothing could ever replace his cloak. He pushed his thoughts aside, or at least tried to, then succeeded to actually push his wind-disrupted hair out of his eyes as he sat down in an unoccupied chair. “Who’s all racing?”

“Everybody, I think. Oh, wait, I forgot, you’re new to this. Heh, sorry.” A smile formed under Luigi’s mustache. “Well, there’s the Princess, Mario.” He gestured a gloved hand to them both. “Anyone who’s on the usual roster. Oh yeah, me too. And Mimi wanted to race, but it’s so hard to get new people onto the track.”

“Isn’t it literally called Mario Kart?” Dimentio crossed one leg over the other. “Why is it difficult?”

Mario chimed in, “It’s more so just simply named after me. I don’t really run it. Those who do, the higher-ups, they’re very strict. Something about getting new karts, altering schedules, training new racers, so on, so forth. You have to tell them months in advance for them to even acknowledge your request. Did you want to race?”

Dimentio scoffed. “Hell no.”

“How can you not?” Mimi gawked at him. “It looks super fun!”

“‘Looks,’ Mimi. It ‘looks’ fun. You try racing over a hundred miles per hour inside a volcano or something of the sort while getting pelted by shells, lightning, bombs,-“

“That’s the fun part! Geez, when did you get so uptight?”

Dimentio raised his eyebrows. “Do you not know me at all?”

“Gosh, see? This is what happens when you stop all the evil stuff cold turkey. Oh no, Mimi, I don’t want to race inside a volcano, that sounds boring! I’m going to go drink some tea and stare whimsically at the sunset for a few hours. Ooo! Maybe tomorrow I’ll drink a different flavor of tea. My, isn’t that scandalous? Wake up a little!” She reached over and shook him by the shoulders, interrupting Dimentio’s humiliated rubbing of his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at anybody. “You’re as bad as Aldus was.”

“Aldus had a few sins under his belt, don’t underestimate that.” Dimentio resumed rubbing his eyes.

“Oh, yeah, races!” When Mimi abruptly changed the subject, Dimentio lifted his head, spying Luigi quickly pretend like wasn’t staring. “What are the tracks this year?”

Peach, Luigi, nor Mario would know the answer to her question. The “higher-ups” had yet to release the roster and track list. The group conversed some more, all while Dimentio couldn’t fully cower away from the spotlight that had been put on him. He knew he had no right to feel the way he did. He wasn’t the victim of his own hand. And yet, there he was: feeling. Were they still afraid of him? The more he pondered it, the more he felt like it would be strange if they weren’t. Foolish, too. Not because he was ever going to do anything of his former nature again, but because they couldn’t prove he wasn’t.

Dimentio trekked the halls of the Mushroom Castle, not relishing in the days where he was being chased by a deranged, unstoppable feline down the chasms of blood and broken glass. He passed multiple other rooms before getting to his, a place he hadn’t been to since he was first introduced to it over a year ago. As he opened the door, the golden light spilled from the slivers in his curtains to his boots. He narrowed his eyes as something on the desk caught his attention. Letting gravity pull the door close, he stepped towards the unknown book, picking it up and blowing the dust off.

“It’s a spell book.”

Dimentio gasped and twisted his head over his shoulder, spying a door that had not closed after all and a familiar plumber standing in the entrance.

Luigi’s eyebrows furrowed. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” Dimentio quickly reassured. “No, don’t be. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He glanced at the book once more, then lifted his eyes back to Luigi. “Did you get this for me?”

“Yes. No. I mean,” Luigi cleared his throat. “I borrowed it from Merlon, and I got done reading it a while back, and I asked him if I could let you borrow it, so… Yeah, I didn’t necessarily get it for you, since it still belongs to Merlon, b-but whatever. You know what I mean.”

“I do.” Dimentio smiled slightly to ease Luigi’s clear anxiety. He stared at the title, written in the dead language of the Ancients. ‘Ancient Magic for Dummies.”

“Does it actually say that?”

“No, Monsieur, no, it doesn’t,” Dimentio chuckled quietly, and Luigi soon followed. He stepped into the room as Dimentio peered back at the cover. “I’m not too fluent. This language was practically extinct by the time I was born, surprisingly enough. See this?” He held the book out to Luigi and pointed to a word. “I know what that word means, but it doesn’t have a true English translation.”

Luigi nodded, interested. “What is your best guess?”

Dimentio’s eyes rose to the ceiling. “I believe… I am being humbled.” Luigi laughed lightheartedly as Dimentio scrambled for a word. “Enchiridion, perhaps.”

“Is this still English, my friend?”

“Guide. Manual. Instructions.”

Luigi thought for a moment. “So, my best guess is that it technically says, ‘A Guide to Ancient Magic.’”

“No.”

“But technically?”

Dimentio’s one working pupil flicked from the book to Luigi, who had a smug smile and was clearly trying not to laugh. “Sure.”

“Mhm.” He teasingly nodded with a quiet chuckle.

“Sure, I guess it technically says that.”

“And you say you aren’t fluent.”

“My relationship with language is complicated!” he spoke above Luigi’s increasing laughter. Dimentio couldn’t help but crack a smile as he flipped through the book, eventually landing on a preserved passage written in the dead script. “Ah! I know this one.” He garnered Luigi’s attention, who watched him point his finger to a word on the page and translate aloud, “The.” Silence filled the room. Dimentio dipped his head. “Je t’en prie.”

They shared hushed laughter once more. “How long has it been sitting there?” Dimentio finally asked.

“Oh, not long. Couple of months.” When Dimentio eyed him, Luigi muttered, “A year.”

Dimentio looked back at the book, flipping through the pages. While powerful in his spells, Dimentio was likely the dumbest, most pathetic Ancient to ever exist. While there was his dimension-creating spell, Dimentio never finished his apprenticeship, and it was rare he indulged in self-taught lessons throughout his centuries of life. This book was likely the answer to learning all he never got to learn. But even then, he was sure most spells would be lost to time.

‘Year,’ echoed in his head. “This is my fault. I’m sorry.”

“Dimentio-“

“Mimi was right. I do spend most of my time doing nothing. I haven’t spent as much time as I should’ve with any of you since the Odyssey trip. Especially you.” Silence took his place, then Dimentio interrupted it, “It’s not that I don’t care. I do, it’s just… I’m afraid I don’t know.” You do.

“Dimentio.” He took note of the plumber’s hand on his shoulder. In that second, dozens of battles flashed before Dimentio’s eyes. “It’s okay. It really is. I know you care, we all do. I… I get it.”

Neither of them had to explain it. Even if they wanted to say it aloud, they likely couldn’t.

“But hey, you’re here now. I am. They are.” Luigi pointed to the open door. “We’ll be here for about fifty more years on top of that. If we don’t fix it now, we have more than enough time to do so.”

“Fifty years is a second for me, Monsieur, you know that right?” Dimentio instantly regretted his negative words. Luigi was just trying to help him, like always. He was well aware of Dimentio’s statement, too. “Hell, who knows.” He popped his neck as he interrupted himself, as if it could cut off the statement already processed in Luigi’s mind. “You all just might outlive me.”

“God, I hope so,” Luigi smirked, and they both laughed again. Luigi took his phone out of his pocket after feeling its buzz. “Hey, look, they announced everything!” He rotated his phone screen to Dimentio, who caught glimpse of a message from her highness. “The tracks, who’s racing. Everyone’s in the living room. Let’s go check this shit out.” When Dimentio raised his hand to teleport them, Luigi motioned his head towards the door. “Come on, walk with me.” In protest, Dimentio levitated a few inches off the ground, then felt bad and lowered himself back down again. After being extra careful walking down the stairs, Dimentio was met with a turn of heads and a blaring television above them on the wall.

“Boooo,” Mimi called out, her thumb pointed upside down. Nevertheless, Dimentio sat down on the couch next to her.

“Have we missed anything?” Luigi asked as he sat next to Dimentio.

“Nope, nothing.” Mario shook his head.

“I am Lakitu, your host as always!” Dimentio finally paid attention to the yellow Koopa-like creature that was speaking on the television. “And oh boy, do we have some exciti news to share with you all! First, the tracks. What’s a race without its tracks, am I right? Hah! This year, we will be taking a trip down memory lane and return to our 2009 cups! That’s right! It’s all back! From Mushroom Gorge to Moonview Highway,-“

“Woohoo! Hell yeah!” Luigi jumped out of his seat, the applause from the three racers temporarily drowning out Lakitu’s announcements. Lakitu continued to list off the featured tracks from the 2009 cup, alongside bonus courses such as Berlin Byways, Dragon Driftway, and Electrodome.

“We can’t possibly do this all in one day,” Dimentio mumbled under his breath, unsure if his statement would make him sound like a complete idiot or not. He was only slightly confident in his understanding of kart racing.

“You fucking fat-headed orangutan,” Mimi began, and Dimentio sighed upon knowing it was all over for him. “It’s over several days.”

“Without further ado, let’s list off this year's selected racers!” Lakitu cleared his throat, then the green screen stationed behind him began to change. He listed the names off Luigi, Mario, Princess Peach, a randomly selected Toad, all you could expect, featured with their picture and their name written in big, bold letters. “Now, folks, we are onto the big, bad villains. But fret not! As you are all very well aware of, they have taken a solemn vow to keep their antics out of this race.” He adjusted the papers in his talons. “First off, we have Bowser! The evil, menacing King of the Koopas, you all know him! Next up, Kamek! The sly, magical, blue-clothed advisor of the Koopa King. Bowser Junior and the Koopalings are set to join us as well! Don’t let their size or age fool you, they are merciless on the karts.”

“What are they doing here?” Dimentio narrowed his eyes, his enthusiasm slipping. “This is far too treacherous for children!”

“Calm down, dude, they’re gonna be fine.”

“And how do you know that?” Dimentio turned his head to Mimi, who continued to face forwards without acknowledging him, a smug smirk on her face. He sighed, dragging his hand down his face. “I will have to initiate an intervention with their father.” Somewhere in the background, Mimi mocked him. “Right now.”

“Dimentio!” echoed around him, but he turned his attention to Luigi, who was adding, “You’re gonna miss the announcements!”

Dimentio stood and began to make his way to the back of the room. “Don’t pause it. It’s fine,” were his last words before he whisked into the hall, furiously teleporting a scarcely-used phone in his hands. “Bowser,” Dimentio briskly hissed when the ringing ceased.

“Hi!” Dimentio was immediately greeted by giggles and shrieks of laughter. His face fell. This was not Bowser.

“Junior.” Dimentio began to pace, clutching the arm that hoisted his phone with his free hand. “Where is your father?” Dimentio recognized Roy hooting in the background of the call.

“What’s the pth-password?!” Junior could barely get out the sentence before choking on his laughter. The silence that followed from Dimentio only made them erupt even more.

“There is no password.” The defeat in his voice was already present and impossible to ignore.

“Yes there is!”

”Come on, Dimentio, what’s the password?” Dimentio could practically see Wendy’s mischievous glare through the phone.

”Say it, say it, say it!” many began to chant unsynchronized.

Dimentio was a lot of things, a lot of nasty things, but he was no fool. There was only one thing they could be talking about. Dimentio glanced behind him at the corridor’s entrance, then, when no watchful eyes greeted him, breathed a deep and weary sigh. He took a double-take, then gritted his teeth together. “Balls.”

Dimentio ripped the phone from his ear as the detonated cackling threatened to deafen him. “He said it! He said it!” Larry yelled at the top of his lungs.

“Larry! Junior! All of you! Where is Bowser?! Why are you racing?! You should be in school! Lemmy, what’s nine times four?” As he expected, Dimentio’s queries were thoroughly and wholeheartedly ignored, unless the chorus of cackles was a language he didn’t know how to decipher.

After more screeches so loud that Dimentio’s phone speakers were moments away from being placed on life support, a singular thunder rose above the splattering rain. “Hey, hey! Give me that sh- Give me that!” a familiar rumble grew louder with each stomp. Junior’s cry of protest was audibly cut short as Bowser snatched the phone from his claws. “Who is this?”

“Dimentio!” Junior answered for him.

“He said balls!” Iggy screamed from below.

“Oh, y’all got him to say the password? Haha, nice. Hey, Dimentio. What’s up?”

“Bowser, I need to have a word with you about Mario Kart.”

“What about it? Roy, let go of my leg!”

“What is going through your thick skull to even ponder the possibility of letting the Koopalings race? They are children! I assumed it was common sense to not let young kids behind the wheel, especially with such dangerous speeds and unforgiving competitors-“

Bowser let out a loud, exaggerated, drawn-out snore that, for a moment, was loud enough to drown out the ramblings of the Koopalings. “Boring!” he bellowed into the phone. “Untwist your panties, Dimentio! Nothing is going to happen to them. They have their daddy’s genes!”

“That is precisely what I am worried about.”

“Geez, take a step back, won’t you? Dimentio, I’m grateful you babysit and all, but at the end of the day, I am their dad, and I know what’s best for them more than you do. Listen, if you’re gonna cry about it this much, I can at least promise you that nothing bad’s gonna happen. They’ve done this thousands of times! Ain’t that right, kids?!”

“Thousands?!”

“Dimentio.”

The voice caught him off guard, and he nearly hurt himself jerking his head back towards the entrance. There, Luigi stood, stiff, quiet, and hollow, yet so heavy. Casted in shadows, the whites of his eyes were almost like lanterns. He appeared to be unnaturally still, until the shaking of his hands became evident.

The call had become background noise. “I’ll be back,” he hastily murmured, then, with a snap of his fingers, the phone vanished. His heart stammering, Dimentio rushed forwards to Luigi, who refused to even flinch. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Dimentio…” he repeated, his frail voice somehow so sharp. Dimentio opened his mouth, yet he found himself speechless as well. He stood there, waiting, the fear fatally contagious.

At last, Luigi heaved a breath, his chest falling with an uneven shiver, and he rasped out a name Dimentio thought he would never hear in the present tense ever again.

[cyberdenizen]

RESHAPING A DOLL

This story can be found as a dedicated page on my blog: Here

This story features a number of kinks, primarily: Brainwashing \ Hypnosis \ Kidnapping \ Rape

================================================ ===============PART 1: SUMMER’S END=============== ================================================

“Who doesn’t like to break a few rules now and then?” “Who doesn’t just want to have some fun?” “Who would be afraid of such a silly thing?” She told herself these things over, and over again.

Summer was ending, Autumn was coming, and the local park would be closing their pool in a matter of days as the season ends. Some of her girlfriends had decided that this would be the perfect opportunity. The nights were coming quicker, and the pool would be drained soon, so why not simply enjoy the last few moments of Summer? She felt the pressure of missing out, as much as she was afraid of getting in trouble… so she would join.

As far as she knew, there would be five of them altogether. Her, her two best friends, and their boyfriends. They would meet outside the pool fence at 11:00, hop the fence, and enjoy the night. Plain and simple. 10:25… she was nearly ready. She had picked her cutest one-piece, with an adorable little skirt around the hips, waist open at the sides. She pulled up her sweatpants, zipped up her hoodie, and was off by 10:40.

By 10:51 she was entering the park. By 10:58 she was nearing the fence along the side of the pool grounds. But… where was everyone? She checked her phone, 10:59. A hand on her shoulder, she jumped. “Hey! Sorry to spook you!” It was one of her friends, her heart had raced the moment she felt the hand on her. “Don’t scare me like that!” She spoke with heavy breath, turning and looking up. There stood her two girlfriends, their boyfriends, each carrying a small cooler, one other girl, and walking up behind, two more guys, one with a few bags of chips in his arms. This was more than she expected, she liked to have fun, but wasn’t much of a party person, she got shy easily… But she carried on.

Over the fence. Towels strewn about. Coolers open, beers, malts and seltzers in everyone’s hands.

As the night progressed, she sat at the edge, kicking her feet as she drank, when one of her friends swam over. “What’s wrong, you haven’t really been that social tonight?” Her friend asked. “It’s nothing… I just don’t really know everyone I guess.” She replied. And so, her questions were answered. The girl she didn’t know was one of the boyfriend’s sisters. The one guy was her boyfriend, and he had chosen to invite his cousin as well.

She made an attempt, but felt too overwhelmed. It wasn’t long before she was back, sitting at the edge, sipping her drink while the others swam and partied.

The night went on, she was surprised there was no security kicking them out… She wondered if she should have even come still… Surely they would be having just as good a time without her… Then, a hand on her shoulder again. Surely just her friend once more. But it felt… heavier. Someone’s sitting at the edge to her right? The cousin… why? Why is his hand on my shoulder? Why is he sitting down? Why isn’t he with them?

“They’re having fun, they won’t miss us over here.” He said quietly, gesturing towards the others with his free hand. They were having a chicken fight. His hand shifted. “I’m not really…” She was about to finish her thought, she wasn’t comfortable with him this close,touching her, but… His right hand swung up, covering her mouth. The hand on her shoulder now lowered around her waist. “Don’t go saying silly things.” He whispered into her ear. Her heart was racing, her eyes darting. None of them were paying attention. None of them cared that she was off on the other side… None of them… His right hand slipped from her lips, down between her thighs, fingers pressing, a faint circling motion. “Sto…” He was fast, she couldn’t finish her words. She could still feel the pressing imprint of his fingers on her waist, and yet… those very same fingers were know on her soft throat, holding her. She could hear her heartbeat, and knew he could feel it. “Your poor little heart is racing.” He jested, as he held her there still, her fingers pressing the fabric of her swimsuit against her. “And I can feel how wet you’re getting, all needy, slick against my fingers compared to the pool-water.” He was forcing her to look him in the eyes.

Any time she attempted to speak against him, he gripped at her throat to stop her. He simply continued to rub circles against her clit, press his fingers ever so slightly into her, her swimsuit stopping him from going further. He refused to pull it aside. She couldn’t help but moan, and when she did, he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her deeply. Tears welled up in her eyes as he pulled his lips away. She looked to her friends… no help. Their games had ended, and they were straddling their boyfriends, distracted from the world. No one saw her…

She wiggled and writhed, attempting to break free, but she failed… The only thing her movement did was cause his fingers to press more firmly, and her swimsuit to begin to tug to the side. He finished that job, pulling it away himself, and forcing two fingers into her as she gasped.

By now, she truly lost track of time. She lost the will to fight him. She lost the ability to even try.

And then…

“Looks like you’re having a good time too.” She looked up, her friend was wiping something from her lips as she giggled. “Proud of you, girl!” Her other friend jested. “We’re heading out, you guys should too before someone actually decides to check on this place.”

She couldn’t reply, only moan. He wouldn’t stop. The group giggled at her failed attempt to speak, and he spoke for her. “Your friends are right, let’s get our stuff, I’ll make sure you get home safe.” Those words were enough for the others. All she could think was “Please… no, you don’t understand!” But all she could say was “P…please” with a moan.

================================================ =============PART 2: LEAVES OF CHANGE============= ================================================

She regretted ever letting herself be pressured into going to the pool that night… What a way to end the Summer… And why had no one found her?

Every morning, she awoke to see him standing over her. Her body bound as he would feed her breakfast and give her water or juice. This morning was no different.

How in the hell did he get away with this? Her friends KNEW he was the last person she was seen with… were they in on it all along?

Days would pass, and she would try to fight. Today she couldn’t bear it… was she finally breaking? How long had it even been? Weeks at least… Is her family looking for her…

Little did she know, everything was sorted, and no one was worried.

Day after day, he would train her, break her, mould her. Feeding her just enough. Making sure she drinks plenty. Bathing her. Groping her, rubbing her, fingering her. He had been her first… The first to pound deep inside her dripping hole, she couldn’t help but get drenched. The first to fill her with his seed, she loved the feeling, but hated the context. The first to use her ass, stretching her open and pumping her full. It hurt, but she was starting to crave it. The first to fuck her drooling mouth, making her gag, not caring for her ability to breath.

Every day. Using her.

Every day. Caring for her.

Every day. Teaching her.

There were lessons. She would be bound in a wooden chair, a vibrator between her legs, and taught. Sometimes he would give her lessons himself, on how to be an obedient doll. Sometimes he would put headphones on her and force her to endure hypnosis sessions while he worked. Sometimes he would make her watch humiliating, degrading, and taboo porn, only checking on her periodically. But every day, he would force her to write lines. Pages and pages worth. Always about that days lesson, and how she could be a better little whore based on said lesson.

Some days she fought him… hand-prints and bruises as a result of her wiggling. Some days she struggled… rope burns pressed into her skin from her writhing. Some days she gave in, too worn down to make life harder. But she refused to accept this as her life.

No matter how many times he used her. No matter how much he forced her to endure. No matter how long he kept her here… How long… how long had it been?

At first she had attempted to keep track of the days… Then, how many times each hole was used… Then, how many times he praised her… Eventually… she asked him to keep track… and he did so, with marker on her skin. She didn’t need to think about it anymore, she could just look at her thighs and see the numbers.

Eventually she stopped looking to count, but rather to see how covered her skin was by the marker… feeling a strange sense of pride that she had endured so much, and hadn’t lost herself. She could endure…

But he challenged that day after day. He challenged that with his words. He challenged that with his hands. With his cock. With whatever toy he brought down… Some nights he even challenged her by forcing her to sleep with her holes stuffed with dildos, body bound snug, and no blanket to warm her… And yet… she endured.

She hadn’t even realized, but three months had passed. He came down with a piece of cake, a candle in it. “Congratulations on making it this far. Three months down, a lifetime to go.” Her wrists still bound behind her back, he fed her the cake. “I also got you some gifts.” He placed a binder in her lap and opened it. Full of all the pages. He made her read them all. But she didn’t want this… she wanted her gifts… no, she wanted her… freedom? A wrapped box was placed at her feet, and he slowly unbound her wrists and ankles.

She… was loose? She could run. “Go on, open your present, little doll.” She tore at the wrapping… why. Why wasn’t she fleeing… she could be… free?

She lifted the lid off her gift. In it was a vibrator which could be controlled by his phone… his phone… he had hers too. Along side it was a large silver plug… she could never fit that… could she? And finally, a thumb drive?

“What’s on this?” She asked. He did not answer. Instead, he grabbed the other items, pulled her panties down slightly and bent her over. He held the plug before her mouth. “Drool on it.” She placed her lips to it and coated it in saliva. “Good girl.” She couldn’t help but smile… but that smile vanished as she felt the metal being forced into her ass.

He stood her up, placed the vibe in her dripping hole, turned it on and pulled her panties up. With a tap on his phone screen it buzzed to life, and he pushed her down onto her chair once more. “Wh…what about this, sir?” She said, holding the USB stick. He simply smiled. “You’ll see in just a moment.”

He stepped from the room, she heard him upstairs. And down he came, laptop in hand. He set it up in front of her, connected the drive, and opened the sole video file on it.

It was a surprisingly long video. And she sat, and watched, as her new toy buzzed inside her.

First, him… Stood in his office, speaking, addressing her. “I set myself a goal, five months long. I think I can confidently say you’ve been such a good girl that it’s taken merely three.” His words continued, speaking of how he broke her. And as he spoke, the images changed to videos of him using her, of him training her… of the nights she masturbated after he left her. All along, she had never noticed, he had cameras in her room.

And then, the voice changed, and the visuals along with it. Her two girlfriends… they were sending her wishes of wellness on her “journey of self reflection across the country.” Then, her family… sending the same wishes…

Back to him, as he explained why no one was worried. The visuals morphed, as did his tone… To match that of the hypno-training she endured. His words told a story… The story of the places she went, of the people she met… The story of how she found herself, and what she chose to do with her life…

And as the video came to a close, he stepped in front of the screen and spoke directly. “And now… We have two whole months to make at least some of that tale into reality… Of course, you’re going to be a good girl and tell everyone that’s what you’ve been up to.” She nodded, eyes glazed over. “Good girl.” He smirked. She smiled and looked up. “Of course, sir… your good girl.”

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As she sat beside him on the train, her panties buzzing, she couldn’t help but think of what brought her here. Recalling that night at the pool… Recalling her time in his basement… But there were some details she couldn’t recall.

“Sir?” She looked to him inquisitively. “Yes, my doll?” He replied with a kind smile. “I… I can’t remember…” She blushed. “Remember what, little one?” He placed his hand on her thigh. “N…names… sir… even mine.” Her face was bright red. He simply chuckled lightly, smiling all the while. He pulled a small book and pen from his bag, opened it to a blank page and began to write. After a few minutes, he stopped, put the pen away, and held the page before her. It read as follows:

Sir, Master, Daddy, these are the only names you need for me. Your name is whatever I choose to call you, but you may tell others your name is Erin now. Emma is your closest friend. John is her boyfriend. Lauren is your other close friend. Gabe is her boyfriend. And the list went on…

“W…why Erin, was that my name… before?” Suddenly the vibrator went high, his fingers gripped to her skin. “Good girls, don’t ask silly questions like that.” He stated… but then answered. “That girl that you were… you’re someone else now, and I’ve gifted you a new name for others to use. Do you understand, Erin?” As the name escaped his lips, he gripped tighter, she could feel herself dripping. “Yes sir.”

Their travels continued.

She got to see cities she never thought she’d visit. She got to have her holes pumped full of cum in places she never thought she’d even see. And she got to take cute pictures in front of monuments while his cum dripped down her thighs.

Anywhere he took her, she followed with glee. And before she knew it, they were visiting a familiar park. It was colder than the last time she was here. Spring was right around the corner, but there was still piles of snow between leafless trees. Onward he walked, and onward she followed. Towards a fence. He stopped, she stopped. “Do you remember this?” He asked, looking at her. She smiled bright “Where I met my master.” “Good girl.” He pat her head and kissed her, knee between her legs. “Now let’s go see your friends.”

His hand was on her ass, up her skirt, as she knocked on the door cautiously. The door slowly opened, and her friends stood, smiling bright. “WELCOME HOME!” They shouted, pulling her in.

They asked her question after question, as she sat in his lap. She answered all according to what he trained her to say. The hours passed, the girls laughed, caught up on the past five months. Lauren had to leave, and within moments of the door closing behind her… Emma spoke.

“So… how long did it take for you to realize your heart was beating for him, just like your cunt was dripping for him?” Erin looked confused. “He must have raped you over a hundred times before you gave your heart to him.” Emma said with a smile, stepping up and placing her hands on Erin’s lap, lips inches away from hers. “He sent me updates every week. You’re REALLY cute when you’re begging him not to get you pregnant you know… Of course… now I’m sure you beg him to cum inside you.” Erin’s heart was racing, as much as that first night, if not more. Emma grabbed her chin. Master grabbed her throat. He spoke, “She’s the one who really invited me, she told me you needed a new life. You’re mind now, and that’s all that matters, and you’re my good girl, so I know you understand.” Her cunt was throbbing, soaking through her panties. She looked into Emma’s eyes and could barely make out the words… “Thank you.”

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Hot Toddy

hitoya amaguni x fem!reader wc: 644 tags: hitoya is sick/indirect kiss not beta read!

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you sniffed at the air as you entered mr. amagunis office. the room carried the familiar odor of whiskey and cigarettes. but it was much stronger today. “are you feeling better mr. amaguni?” you asked hopefully with a small stack of papers held against your chest. you were greeted with a hefty sniffle. that would be a no. you gave the older man a small smile as you closed the door behind you.

hitoya amaguni has caught a cold. it could be from him overworking in the law firm late nights. it could also be from his refusal to wear anything that would ruin his styled hair. “ahhh, its nothing too bad. dont worry about me.” he chuckled nasally, wiping at his reddened nose with a crumpled tissue. “you should take the next few days off. you might get someone sick… like a client.” you warned and placed the small stack of papers on the corner of his desk with a frown.

you adored the drive your boss held. you wanted to be more like him in terms of working hard. but there is such thing as working too hard. mr. amaguni didnt agree with you. “come an’ sit with me for a while. we dont have any clients coming in for another few hours. i wont get you sick.” he assured you that it would be fine if you stuck around his office for a while longer.

maybe he just wanted some company. of course, you would give it to him seeing his eyes all wet and hopeful. it would be nicer if he invited you on a healthier day. you sat in a leather seat, noticing near the opposite corner of his desk was the culprit to the whiskey smell.

it was a small electric warmer, heating up a glass of alcohol with some other things thrown into it. a slice of lemon, a cinnamon stick… even what looked like a few white flower petals. your boss caught you eyeing the concoction and gave a weak laugh. “im sorry if its strong. i wanted to make a drink since im not feeling well. care to try it doll? i havent done anything but pour the liquor in.” he raised his hands in defense.

you wont get sick, his lips havent touched it yet. “what is it?” you were curious as you leaned closer, your fingers hovering near the glass as mr. amaguni explained the cocktail. whiskey and all sorts of sweet things to help combat a cold. and the actual cold weather. you raised a brow and eyed your boss who nervously laughed. “hey, im sick, i can have one drink. its not sugary.” you wanted to disagree but seeing how he reached for another tissue and sniffled softened your heart. you didnt want to scold a sick person. “ill taste it since you probably cant.” you teased with a small grin forming.

you held the glass of whiskey to your lips. the scent of lemon, cinnamon, and honey tickled your nose. it was strong, but not strong enough to make you flinch away. you gave the warm drink a sip, feeling the cocktail coat the lining of your throat and soothing any possible ailments you mightve had. your face was warm now, and the cinnamon lingered on your tongue. “well?” he asked, curious for your rating.

you placed the glass onto the electric warmer with a nod. noticing a smear of your lipstick had stained the rim. “make me one if i get sick?” you asked and eyed the glass a second time. part of you wanted another sip. hitoya promised when he felt better he would make you a hot toddy for you to enjoy all on your own. for now? he needs it the most. and he was sure to kiss the spot where your lipstick was left behind.

[uummi]

Written for @dicktimweek 2023

Day 3: Vampire King!Dick | Talon!Tim | Daemons AU

Words Count: 1668

Title: Delish

Pairing: Dick Grayson/Tim Drake

Warnings: Emotional Manipulation| Blood Drinking| Implied Hypnosis

Tim was sure that Dick had a problem

His older brother has been trying to stay away from the other people living in the mansion as much as possible for the last few days, usually preferring to spend his day in his room with closed curtains and a gloomy environment

And this was not a situation that he would ever identify with him

Tim could never claim that the young man had never been like that, of course, but if Dick had an incident that made him unhappy, he usually camped next to one of his younger brothers and watched their movements

Which often resulted in Tim finding himself between muscular arms that wanted to edge his entire body into and hide him from everything

Dick mentioned that the reason he visited Tim the most when he was feeling unhappy was because he was his little baby

He talked about how a voice from inside constantly whispers that he needs to protect his tiny body, and because there are moments when he refuses to fall asleep, that creates a desire to have a peaceful sleep in each other's warmth by holding him in his arms

Or even though he knows that Tim is capable enough to take care of himself, he said that he can't relax if he's not constantly ready to help

And although Tim blinked his nose that day and grumbled about being an adult, he didn't care much about being seen as younger and maybe a little more in need of help for most things than he was when he was listening to the older boy's laughter

Now, at the moment when he received a routine response from every person he asked that everything is good, Tim could not help being nervous

Because even though all of the people in the manor said there was nothing wrong, no one was letting him go near Dick

There must be a situation and everyone was hiding it from Tim

In short, he had to get to the bottom of the incident...

Although Dick refused to go out during the day, he mostly did not neglect to go out on patrol. However, he had told Alfred, who had left his breakfast on his doorstep in the morning, that he would not be going out for this evening

In short, if the young boy stated that he was ill and made a few movements indicating that he felt bad, no one would question why he did not go on patrol

After almost an hour had passed after everyone had gone down to the cave, he began to move towards Dick's room, knowing that no one could turn around and stop him anymore

He waited outside the door for a few seconds. He had a really bad feeling inside and that's why he could also feel his stomach starting to contract

But if Dick had a problem, Tim had to fix it

He would do anything for him...

He raised his hand, tapped the wood gently several times, and turned the knocker of the door. It was locked, another thing Dick wouldn't normally do

The young man never locked his door because he knew that Tim used to use his room after the nightmares he had when he was Robin. Tim, on the other hand, would use that situation to his advantage to get a more comfortable sleep in an environment where Dick's smell was widespread

The rapid breathing situations that continued to come from behind the wall suddenly stopped upon the forcing of the door. With the creaking of the bed and the sounds of broken wood coming from the floor, the body inside had stood up

'Dick, may I come in?'

There was silence again for a few seconds. Tim would start gnawing on the skin next to his fingertips from the tension

The door opened a little and only Dick's tangled hair and blue eyes appeared. His knuckles had whitened

'Can you promise me you won't be afraid of me if you come, Timmy? I can put up with anything but...'

The sentence was interrupted and a painful moaning sound was heard. Tim thereupon, without answering the sentence that was said, entered and took Dick's face between his hands, getting up on tiptoe

His older brother's face was white. Lips were torn apart from being bitten, irises were growing and shrinking erratically. At the same time, his thin fingers were constantly lifting up in the air as if he wanted to hold something, and then he was forcibly coming down

Tim began to gently stroke the face he was holding in his hands. Soft, the touch of the skin caused tears to fall from the blues

The only problem was that what was flowing was blood instead of water...

That's when he realized that everything made sense. A dark room with no sunlight, Dick's attempt to stay away from everyone else was only to protect himself and those who remained

He brought to his mind Bruce's conversation about vampires being captured a few months ago, and his lips moved with an uneasy curl

There must be someone who had been overlooked, and he had caught Dick unprepared and condemned him to this state

When he noticed that his brother started crying more and more as the silence got longer, he tried to come to his senses by shaking his head from side to side. It wasn't him who was important right now

He needed to show Dick that he would love him in any way...

Holding the hands of the tall man, whom he could not move if the other side did not allow, he sat them both on the bed

He picked up one of the napkins that was on the nightstand and tried to wipe off the red spots smeared on the whiteness. Dick smiled slightly at this effort, put his thin fingers between his hair and began to decouple the tangled strands

They continued to work in silence, and as soon as Tim believed he was clean enough, he stood up straight and tried to show that he was ready for a conversation

Dick understood his purpose, as usual, put on a serious face himself, and began to explain

He talked about how one of the captured vampires escaped and met him by chance and bit him, turning him into a monster, and most importantly, how Bruce and the others now believe that he is a danger to everyone and must be imprisoned

Tim frowned nervously. So that's why they were trying to prevent him from learning. Because it was a universal truth that Tim would not believe that Dick would harm anyone

His anger towards his family became more and more inflamed. They had confined Dick to his room and deprived him of a normal life

Yes, maybe he could be a vampire right now but this would not indicate that his eldest brother should be considered as a killing machine

If they believe there is a danger, then why is he allowed to patrol?

No, that wasn't the important question, the main issue was that he must show Dick that he would always be there for him and Tim would always believe that he would never lose control

And how could he show it?

Tim's fingers rested on the buttons of his shirt for a few seconds. It would be a lie if he said he wasn't afraid because he was too nervous

It would even have been considered madness for him to allow Dick to drink from himself by opening his neck

But the ice-blue-eyed youth noticed that during the time they were not see each other, the young man was getting weaker and thiner, it seemed that he had never been fed, which was the result that Bruce and the others found him after transforming

Ignoring Dick's confused yell, he tore off the buttons as if to rip them off and grabbed him by the cervix and guided him to his neck

He knew that his brother was trying to escape, but he wasn't moving much because he wasn't sure of the size of his strength yet, and Tim used this to his advantage and began stroking the black wavy hair

'I trust you Dick, I know you won't hurt me if you can but you are suffering and it makes me very sad. Please let me help you'

After a short period of waiting, he felt a burning-like pain inside his neck and tried to pull his toes inward with a reflex

At the same time, his body was constantly trying to escape, but Dick's arms wrapped around his waist area were preventing him from leaving

And with every draw of his blood, Tim was starting to ferment. It's like a piece of your soul is being pulled out

He knew that for no extra reason his dick was planted right on Dick's stomach, but neither of them did anything to fix it

When the swallowing sounds that filled the room for a few minutes stopped, Tim opened his closed eyes and looked at the young man opposite. Along with the kisses placed on his forehead and the rest of his body, he also felt that his eyelids were getting heavier

The last thing he saw before going to sleep was his big brother's warm smile

He didn't notice that Dick was smiling a little bit more when he put Tim in a suitable position on the bed and covered him up with a blanket or how when he opened the curtains and let the sun come in which didn't burn him with a dangerous grin

He was just feeling happy because he had helped the person he loved the most

Besides, how could he have known that a vampire drinking blood from his real mate would become immune to sunlight with extra power, or that everyone in the manor was under Dick's control expect him?

[zia-zee-bee]

First Conditioning

CW: kidnapping, hypnosis, blood drinking

Colette woke up slowly, her limbs heavy and eyelids drooping. The smell of roses and lavender filled her nose as unintelligible words filled her ears, turning her brain to cotton.

That’s when she realized she was lying on a large couch, half draped on the same woman from that bathroom. Her face was pressed against the woman’s chest, making her blink.

She gasps, jumping away from the woman, who stops talking and smiles. “Oh good, you’re awake,” She says softly, and Colette glares at her. “Now we can start—”

“Don’t come near me!” Colette demands, standing up off the couch and backing away. The woman just watches her with an amused smile, spread across the couch in a authoritative manner. “You— I don’t know what you just did but whatever it was, I want no part in it,” Colette snaps. “Save those magic tricks for someone interested!”

“Oh dear, I’ve got a feisty one,” The woman drawls out, still smiling in amusement. Colette glares again, taking another step back. The woman sits upright, her smile starting to show teeth. “Don’t worry, my dear, soon you’ll learn to love it here.” She grins fully, revealing fangs. “Come.”

“I’m not a dog—!” Colette starts, but then the woman’s eyes flash red and the next second she finds herself kneeling in front of the woman, blinking a few times to get out of her daze. “No, I said stop it—!”

The woman cups Colette’s face again, her red eyes staring into the girl’s soul. The next words she was going to say die on her tongue. “That’s right,” The woman coos. “No talking back. You learn so quickly!” Colette opens and closes her mouth a few times, but no words come out. The woman grin again, her eyes crinkling with happiness. “My name’s Claudia, what’s yours?”

Almost like the word was pulled from her throat, the kneeling girl says, “Colette.”

Claudia smiles. “What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” She coos, and Colette finds her vision turning fuzzy on the edges. “I can’t wait to dress you up. Tell me you love dresses.”

Again, the words were pulled out of her throat. “I love dresses,” Colette mumbles, leaning into Claudia’s touch. God, she was so tired.

“Now say it ten times,” Claudia says, and Colette does as she orders. “Beautiful, now tell me you don’t want to leave.”

Colette frowns a little. “..no,” She mutters instead, and Claudia raises an eyebrow. Colette’s brow furrows, blinking a few times. “I want to leave, you— you’re trying to kidnap me!”

Red eyes meet blue and Colette sinks into Claudia’s touch again, helpless falling into the spell. “Say I don’t want to leave,” Claudia says again, and Colette mumbles the words. “Say it ten times.” Colette mumbles again, and Claudia smiles, rubbing Colette’s cheek with her thumb. “Now how do you feel?”

“Tired,” Colette mumbles, and it was true. She was sinking, in more ways than one, and she couldn’t figure out how to pull herself back up.

Claudia coos at her. “Well how about you close your eyes and let Miss Claudia help you,” She says, and Colette’s eyes flutter shut. She doesn’t fall asleep, but she isn’t fully awake. Claudia props Colette’s chin on her lap so Claudia’s hands to move to the girl’s hair. “There we go.”

The woman pulls out the hair ties holding up the buns, letting the hair cascade down Colette’s back.

“Aren’t you a dear when you’re sleepy?” Claudia coos, fluffing up the curly white hair. She tips up Colette’s head using her chin, admiring the girl’s face. “Open your eyes again, dear.”

Colette blinks half awake, frowning. “No,” She protests, trying to push herself away. Again, she blinks away her daze, making Claudia raise an eyebrow again, surprised by her will. “I don’t want this, let me leave! What even are you?”

Claudia yanks Colette’s wrist and brings it to her mouth, sinking her sharp fangs into the side of it before Colette could scream.

She does scream, but it’s short and cut off. Claudia’s other hand comes to clap over Colette’s mouth. Colette’s eyes roll back in her head as Claudia sucks in her blood, mouth dropped open in a silent scream. Claudia hums against Colette’s skin and pulls away, licking the excess blood and healing the wound. “Beautiful,” She murmurs. “High grade blood, you would sell for thousands.” She holds Colette’s cheek. “Now to perfect you.”

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Hey! So I was wondering if you can do head cannons for the rogues ideal date or even better Batman getting in between the ideal date? Thanks! And by the way thanks for doing the Jervis headcanons! You write so well and it really made my night!! :))))

Stoppp I'm blushing.. keep going LMAOO. Sorry these are taking forever, I got work and now a fun sickness.

Rogues x Reader on their ideal date.. that gets rudely interrupted.

Jervis Tetch

On date nights, this man's entire goal is to woo you.

I'm not kidding, he goes all out. Tonight would be even better however, and Jervis was sure to stand by that.

He had taken an entire 5-star restaurant hostsge for you both. They were all hypnotized anyway, no harm done! However, one was acting rather odd.. Probably nothing.

You were greeted with a patio dinner. Wooden arches above you covered in roses and fairy lights, lit candle in the middle of a round table, and a sever with a bottle of wine ready to serve you both.

If you don't drink, he quickly sends it back in exchange for a sparkling grape juice.

"Isn't it wonderful, my dearest? You and I.."

"And batman."

"Hm, yes- Wait whauh?"

Jervis turned around. Sure enough, the bat was walking toward him. "Jervis Tetch.. Civilian." The bat nodded to you.

"It is rude! To arrive uninvited! You! ANIMAL!" Jervis kicked and groaned as the bat picked him up and threw him over his shoulder like a sack of flour. Apparently that oddly acting employee wasn't under his hypnosis and called for the bat. Jervis really needs to fix that bug..

Most dates consist of bailing Jervis out from some crime he committed in the name of romance.

Johnathan Crane

Nervous. He just wants everything to be good enough for you.

His ideal date is a picnic on a warm night next to a pond. The two of you share a drink of your choice, little kissing, maybe more-

But gotham city doesn't really have ponds. The closest thing would be an overflowing sewer grate.

So he improvised. And eventually he found the perfect spot! All it took was a little fear toxin puffed in the faces of the people who lived in a mansion, locking them inside a basement and boom. All set!

Hey, he bought the drinks at least. Cut him some slack.

"You know, you keep me going. I hope this is adequate enough for you.. I'm sorry I can't do more."

Reassuring him that this was more than enough was fine, but how do you explain the large shadowy figure near the gate?

Your eyes kept darting back and forth from your lover and the figure. Eventually John got the idea.

"Crane." The voice growled.

Note to self. No more breaking and entering.

Edward Nygma

SCAVENGER HUNT.

He placed riddles leading to a trail, hoping you'd find it fun at least.

From your house, a nearby Bodega, all the way to the subway. This is the last one, you're confident. Looking around, you see a large green questionmark next to a bench. Wedged in-between the seat and handle is a paper.

"This is not the end, if you're stuck here's some help." Written in purple gel pen.

"I have cities, but no houses. I have mountains, but no trees. I have water, but no fish. What am I?" This stumped you even further.. the only thing you could think of was right under your nose.

"A map!" You immediately grabbed your phone and connected every place you had been. A large heart. You wanted to smile, but a large hand grabbed at your shoulder. "Going somewhere?" Ah shit. The questionmarks must've set off some citizens.

There goes yours and his plans for the evening.

Pamela Isley

She won't woo you with flowers, fake or real. However, that doesn't mean she can't be romantic.

Pamela took your hand, blindfolding you in the process. "You trust me, don't you my lily?" Her voice in your ear like the sweetest honey.

As you walk, you begin to smell certain things. Dirt, plants, floral scents.. wait a minute.

Taking the blindfold off, you're in a greenhouse! But wait, Pam doesn't have a personal greenhouse..

"So I may have taken hostage the Gotham City Conservatory for tonight. What? Do you expect anything less from me?"

You don't. Kind of why you love her.

She sits you in front of a Greek style fountain, the vines picking you both up to hang in the air as you sat.

You both talk and talk for hours on end, though it truly only feels like minutes. Your day, what you both want, the future. It's full of cuddling and kisses by the end.

However, Pam begins to pull away. You can see her looking around in annoyance. "We have a visitor.."

Yep. A large man in a batsuit. "Hello, batman" She waves, gently putting you back on the ground. "Let me deal with this, My Lily. I'll be right back."

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info about my main OC

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Appearance:

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Name: Murasaki Uta (Mura for short.)

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Age: same as me (20)

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Pronouns: they/them

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Backstory: They were genetically made as an experiment for music hypnosis, and raised by their two android brothers Artemis and Aramis. The company heads that did the experiments on Mura particularly didn't take care of them well... but since then they escaped the laboratory and discovered the real world with their newly reprogrammed brothers. Now, it's up to Mura and their brothers to survive in reality.

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Character traits:

- Mura's pronouns are they/them because they are physically born as non binary. They are asexual as well.

- They usually don't show much emotion or their full look to anyone except those who they trust the most. It's a rare occurrence when they do show their full emotions, but they usually don't show their face. Their left eye is normal though, matching their visible eye. The only time their entire face is seen is when they're sleeping or if their hair is very messy.

- Mura is able to eat a lemon and not suffer the sourness.  This makes people wonder what else they don't like eating, but it's actually because they just grew a tolerance of lemons to teach themself how to tolerate the hypnosis they went through. It worked very well, but as a result they couldn't get near lemons again. They can drink lemon juice by itself though.

- It's extremely hard for Murasaki to scream if they're scared, since the only time they raise their voice is when they sing or they're extremely angry.  This is due to suppressing their triggers as an unhealthy coping mechanism. In short they'd freeze and stare the moment something scares or scared them.

- A light purple rim forms in their eyes around their pupils if their feelings are very intense. In worse cases it can make them blind, though this is only temporary until they finally lose their intense energy and manage to calm themself down. Usually their brothers assist in helping them before anything bad happens.

- They practically have super hearing, but as a result they have tinnitus. This means they can hear the tiniest of noises, like an android moving for example. Depending on how much noise heard by them is how much they can tolerate, it all depends on their current state of mind. They would get overwhelmed when they hear too much of the same noise or too much noise in general, and would seclude themself from anyone, including their brothers, until they calm down.

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(edited: 11/6/2024)

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[ash-muses]

" oh, thank you" she whispered to loki as he gave her a dark green shawl. After looking around at the people of asgard being in awe of the beauty here, she turns to loki and gasp a bit when he changed his appearance to a rather handsome looking man. " Well don't you look dashing" she said with a smirk, even tho she already miss his original look but I got the feeling he did that for a reason. " the gathering hall sounds like a good start,I'm curious of what type of food and drinks you have here in asgard?"

His lips quirked up into a small smirk and he observed her momentarily from his peripherals, satisfied with the compliment and her intrigue at his home. "There's plenty of different foods - apples, berries, stews, soups, barley bread, just to name a few," he went on, dodging past another small group of Asgardian civilians.

"There's also something called Sæhrímnir, although it might be a little brutal for Midgardians," he admitted, keeping his voice low, just between the two of them. "It's a boar, killed and reborn each night; it's eaten by the Æsir - the Gods - and the einherjar, which are those who have died in battle and reside in Valhalla."

He mulled over the inquiry, deciding how much information he wanted to give the mortal about his abilities. While he loved the idea of someone being genuinely interested in his capabilities, he wasn't fond of playing all his cards in one go. "They don't refer to me as the God of Mischief for no reason," Loki mused, another small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "I've plenty of different powers; shape-shifting, hypnosis, teleportation..."

He gave a casual shrug, pulling her closely against his side and forcing her to duck her head as a burly Asgardian citizen lumbered by with cargo jutting out, carried upon his shoulder. Once they had passed by, he gently released her, but kept his arm around her waist to keep her safe and near.

[siremasterlawrence]

Hypnosis, A Intoxicating Obsession

Luke Hemsworth is having a party on a boat In the middle of the ocean without most of his family a wedding is upon them.

The day is beautiful the sunlight radiating on to us from above, the wind blowing across the sea.

Everything feels right especially since I might have snuck on board without a ticket or a excuse.

I unfortunately has to use the cabins a make

shift laboratory to coconut the specially ill

time surprise.

Lying of course I steam roll in to the kitchen stealing a uniform from a unintended victim with slam of a door to his face.

Once no one is near the punch ball I throw

in a concoction of mine in to the giant

metal container.

Nothing else matters to me except the drink mixes well the ball explodes inside finally expanding.

I take a cup of the original mix path then throw it out and drink it with nauseous affect.

Everyone’s attention turns to me eye balling the glass cups I fill up for them and slowly one by one they are intoxicated.

“Excellent! Phase one is a go, and I have my volunteers.”

“Everyone! Connect the pipes to the water fountain.”

“You four return it to above board and prep it.”

“On my command you will lift the lever”

“You two deliver those Hypno drug lace champagne glasses.”

“Once that is in affect mwahahaha “

“The drink meets glass”

“The bubbles rise “

“Well it was nice knowing you “

Like busy bees they attend to the task at hand assign by me and i mischievously but well calculated make my move.

Captain Anderson, Co-Captain Tike and first mate Jake are quite grateful for my help .

I offer them drinks filling the champagne glasses to the coffers and leaving them in peace.

Phase two is complete I give the signal to my crew assuring the bottom knob on the fountain to spike up.

The drink blast out of the top flowing down to the base people as per usual so simple minded are astonished.

Rolling my eyes I can see all three of them

The Hemsworth Brothers scoop up the sweet taste of victory.

The smell is even more intoxicating luring each passenger closer tell it addled their

minds.

No one notices Chris growing more sleep by the minute with very efficient effort he is vanishing in to the night to @MCTF21

Luke is not anything of my concern being sold off to the highest bidder who has a lot of plans invested in his career.

“Congrats Sir”

“Thank you !”

“Enjoy Luke”

“Oh! I will”

“Have plans for him”

“Just wait and see”

“The gift keeps giving “

“Liam you are all mine”

“You will be brought back to the land of the living with new vision of me.”

“Liam wake up! Liam”

“LIAM”

“Oh! Uh!”

“This headache”

“I must hav partied”

“Poor guy!”

“Who are you?”

“A better question is who are you?”

“I…I don’t know “

“Yes you do”

“Remember “

“Mr. Hemsworth”

“Yes Sire”

“You are arriving “

“Back on the same vibration as me”

“Everything is copacetic “

“Everything is right in the world”

“Sir Yes Sir”

The end

Good Bois Go Bad

Luke Evans is one of my many hot celebrity crushes I had to have him running to a store to by a few ingredients.

I open a cabinet in my bedroom lifting a cauldron out of it and I place it on the counter with wooden spoon in the middle.

I turn on some music switching up the dial to the radio letting it play as the volume rises I play a particular song.

The music fills the room going in sync with my movements I am dancing to my room.

One arm in the air I throw a giant glass jar of honey, salt and a variety of other things in to the cauldron.

A photo frame of a few hot guys I dream of when the pot blows up in a pit of smoke a snap of my finger.

A lite of fire lites up under the cauldron set it on the logs letting it burn out of control in a hot fire.

I laugh a bit knowing I am about to make a ideal guy for me, I close my eyes spitting in to it.

I stir the wooden spoon letting it come to a boil bubbling up in to the air flowing over on to the floor.

“Mwahahahahaha this horrible world will be concluded.”

“This room will flow with the mixture till it hits the ceiling.”

“I will suck in some”

“Soon I will faint”

“Wake up in a new world “

“One I won’t know but will love”

“It will be under my control “

“I will love it”

“It will consume me”

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“Uh! What the”

“Hey babe”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I am Luke, Luke Evans”

“Who?”

“Slave Luke”

“I love you “

“I am your humble servant”

“I feel absolutely connected to you “

“Sir Yes Sir”

“I am your world”

“I am your everything “

“Kiss me Sir”

“Sir Yes Sir”

“Mmmmmmm”

“Oh God!”

“I am swirling “

“Sir I am floating “

The end

[stonebutchery]

I can shapeshift into a coyote. I can easily shapeshift into a coyote. I can instantly shapeshift into a coyote. I can safely shapeshift into a coyote. I can easily shapeshift into my original form. I can instantly shapeshift into my original form. I can safely shapeshift into my original form. I can change my DNA in an instant. I am always safe when shapeshifting. My body is always safe when shapeshifting. My mind is always safe when shapeshifting. I keep my human color vision in my coyote form. My body masks my coyote DNA. I appear completely human when in my human form. My body masks my human DNA when in my coyote form. My spirit masks my coyote aura and coyote energy signature when I will it. My body absorbs every nutrient from the food I eat. I have full control over all of my forms. I innately know how to shift. I have full control of my shifts. I can easily tap into my subconscious mind. Psychic attacks are near impossible to execute upon me. Meditation comes easily to me. I can see and sense within my mind with absolute vividness and clarity as if in real life. Hypnosis works very well on me. I can easily break out of hypnosis or mind control at any time. I have perfect balance on any surface. I lose any fear of predators. I lose all fear of predators. I lose any fear of big predators. I lose all fear of big predators. I lose any fear of the unknown. I lose all fear of the unknown. I know when I am in danger and what to do about it. I am brave, strong and resilient. I tap into canid energy to make me a powerful shifter. I tap into coyote energy to make me intelligent and clever. I tap into coyote energy to make me brave and resilient. I am incredibly intelligent. I am incredibly clever. I am a powerful shifter. I can shapeshift at any time.

When I am fully grown, my aging slows down. My lifespan is safely increased. My coyote form ages as I do. My coyote form has the color and pattern I want it to have. My fur color in my coyote form is rich and deep. My hair color in my human form is rich and deep. My coyote form looks exactly like I want it to look. My coyote form is beautiful. My coyote form is extremely fast, strong, agile, and flexible. My human form is extremely fast, strong, agile, and flexible. My body is incredibly efficient in all forms to provide safe efficient transformation. I have boundless, resplendent energy. I can safely absorb and disperse massive amounts of kinetic energy. I land softly from falls of any height. I can easily fit in any kennel. I get stronger every full moon. Moonlight calms and refreshes me. I am tireless. I can safely go days without sleep. Three hours of sleep is like a full night’s rest for me. My digestive system safely digests beneficial food and drink at supernatural speeds. My digestive system intelligently utilizes anything beneficial and safely discards anything harmful. My digestive system is perfect in health and function. My digestive system is supernaturally efficient and able to extract maximum nutrition. I have enhanced senses. I have perfect vision. I have perfect hearing. I have a perfect sense of smell. I can track anything by scent alone. I have an incredible sense of direction. I can sense magnetic fields. I can use magnetic fields to know exactly where I am at all times. I enjoy all food. My coyote form can safely withstand any temperature. My human form can safely withstand any temperature. I am comfortable in any temperature. My eye color is soft and stunning. I can make my eyes see in the dark at will. I can see perfectly in any light level. I have perfect hearing. I safely and naturally repel biting insects. I safely and naturally repel stinging insects. My physical health is perfect. My mental health is perfect. I can heal any wound instantly at will. I can make wounds seal up in seconds. My body swiftly heals fatal wounds. I have a high pain tolerance. My body feels little pain because I can heal wounds instantly. I know when I am being hurt. I am meant to be a shapeshifter. I know that I am meant to be a shapeshifter. I know that I am a shapeshifter.

I am immune to all forms of mind control. I am immune to all negative programming. I am the sovereign of myself. I have indomitable willpower. I can do anything if I put my mind to it. I have a natural connection to coyotes. I can easily communicate with any coyote. I can use telepathy with any coyote. I love coyotes. coyotes love me. I can shapeshift any part of my body into part of my coyote form. I can summon the coyote nose of my coyote form while in my human form. I can easily and safely make sounds like a coyote in my human form. I have retractable fangs in my human form. I can summon my fangs at will. I can retract my fangs at will. When my fangs are retracted they are impossible to detect. My retractable fangs are the perfect size for my mouth. My fangs are exactly how I imagine them. I have retractable coyote claws in my human form. When my coyote claws are retracted they are impossible to detect. I can summon my coyote claws at will. I can retract my coyote claws at will. My retractable coyote claws are exactly how I imagine them. I am a master of fighting with my coyote paws. I am a master of all forms of joking. I am a master of fighting in my coyote form. I know when to talk and when to fight. I have supernatural intelligence. I am a great problem solver. I have perfect memory. I can easily remember massive amounts of related and unrelated information. I am extremely stealthy. I can travel anywhere without being seen or heard. I am a master survivalist. I can survive in the wilderness easily. I can go a long time without food or water. I can survive any situation. I am grateful for any animal that dies to sustain me. I am a master hunter. I can easily detect prey. I have perfect balance. I can shapeshift into a normal sized coyote at will. I can shapeshift into a giant coyote at will. My giant coyote form is as large as I want it to be. I can shapeshift into an anthropomorphic, coyote. My anthropomorphic, coyote form is the height I want it to be. My anthropomorphic, coyote form has the same color and pattern of my normal coyote form. My anthropomorphic, coyote form looks exactly how I want it to look… I have a human mind in all of my forms…. I have full control in all of my forms… I can hybridize my coyote form with any of my other forms… Any clothes I am wearing vanish when I shapeshift into a full coyote. Any clothes I am wearing when I shapeshift into a full coyote reappear on my body when I shapeshift into my original form. I intuitively know if it is a bad idea to shapeshift. I can sense other shapeshifters from miles away. I can see perfectly in complete darkness. I have a deep respect for nature. I have a deep respect for coyotes. I can speak human languages while in my coyote form. I can use any powers I have while in my coyote form. All fillings, crowns, and cavities in my teeth are replaced with healthy tooth material. My teeth are perfectly white and healthy. My immune system is incredibly strong and safely wipes out all disease and cancer cells. My body is always safely full of energy and at peak performance. My mind is free of all limiting beliefs preventing me from reaching my goals. My mind is powerful. All positive and beneficial affirmations program my subconscious instantly. Affirmations I desire program my subconscious instantly. Affirmations I approve of program my subconscious instantly. I safely take in and absorb all subliminals. I bypass negativity to create instant and infinite results. All results gained from this subliminal are permanent.

[chiefatticcreator]

Oscar uses his hypnosis to break Cinder.

Cinder was a headstrong and determined criminal. None of their efforts to get informations out of her (or anything other than mocking taunts, really) had been in vain. From the most generous promises of leniency to the harshest threats of punishment, nothing had phased her and she had simply refused to say anything useful to anyone that had entered the interrogation room.

"Oh, did they finally give up?" Cinder taunted him. "Sendign a kid after me like that? What's the plan? Are you going to cry? to make puppy eyes at me until i agree to talk?"

"No."

tHe door closed behind them, and Oscar knew the two of them would be alone for quite a while. He would still be able to call for help and get someone here if he needed help, but he would not.

"Oh? What are you goign to do, then?" Cinder smiled, taunting him.

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PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP

Even her headstrong mind hadn't resisted for more than a few seconds against Oscar's hypnosis. her personality, so headstrong and firm, so determined to accomplish her goals, was now fully dedicated to him.

Her hands holding onto the table tightly, the small metal table shakign from the force of Oscar's powerful thrusts. Cinder's huge ass was wobbling, her fat globes of assmeat jigglign and clapping from the farmboy's powerful thrusts.

his gigantic cock bruied to the hilt inside her tight ass, making Cinder scream and grunt in pleasure when she could, the pain havign long subsided into a near-constant orgasmic bliss. And Oscar's hyper, thick cock rearranged her body, reshaping her. His balls smaking her thighs, his gigantic cock so deep inside her ass it had crept up her stomach, and her oesophagus. She looked like a lurid dicksleeve as his cock poked out of her stretched mouth on every few thrusts. Her eyes rolled all the way back, pupils invisible as her body shook in the mind-breaking, brain-shattering, fucking Oscar's alpha cock gave her.

She had realized that, for all her bravado, she was nothing more than a dicksleeve. A cocksock, a fucktoy for her new master. She only existed for him. to suck and fuck his cock, to drink his piss, to rim him, to swallow his cum...

she was completely his.

[space-blue]

Trick or treat!

Poor anon... Let me beam you 90% of the first chapter of an original story I worked on years ago and never finished.

Phobia

Did you ever wonder if you could spend a day without drinking? Even if you were thirsty, to just stay locked in your room, and hope that "thirty days without food, three days without water" weren't an urban myth?

I have, of course, as a sort of intellectual exercise. Like wondering whether you'd rather die of thirst or hunger; such merry thoughts usually triggered by some piece of sensational news about people surviving against all odds, trapped under buildings, licking wet concrete for weeks.

Never had I considered it as seriously as that morning, sitting on the edge of my bed, head bobbing on the knees I'd gathered in my arms. My bare feet drummed a matching rhythm, following the erratic patterns of my anguished thoughts. I had already given up on the morning's plans of course. Why worry about jogging or work when I wasn't sure I'd get a glass to drink. Or a thing to eat. Or an access to the toilet, either.

I cursed myself for keeping my room so tidy. I rolled back across my bed, tumbling in my duvet like this was some slumber party. But there were no half eaten meals, no bags of chips or popcorn, no bottles or glasses laying around, half full or half empty. No one either, to hit me with a pillow—let alone open the door for me.

I sat back up, starring at this hideous obstacle in the wall, this repulsive thing I could barely stand to look at. The idea of touching it, opening it and being confronted with what may lay behind made my stomach lurch and my body break in a sweat.

A fucking door.

How did I not see it coming? The endless question. As if I could plan for everything. I reached for my phone, checking for messages. Answers to my desperate cries for help.

Nothing yet. I'm no sexy princess to be delivered out of my dungeon, for sure, but at least Virgil would help. He'd come for me—not on a white horse but in a white sedan. And if he found my desiccated corpse, I knew he'd get some epic line carved on my tombstone. Something witty like "Finally got a phobia of living".

I laughed at the ceiling and, for lack of a better thing to do, started reviewing the series of events that had led me here, trapped in my own bedroom by a paralysing fear of its door.

It all started two years ago. I'd scored a great job, working a management desk in a brand new animation studio based in London. I loved what we did there, but work was slowly turning into hell because of commute. I simply couldn't afford rent anywhere near my work—could barely afford to breathe and eat, actually; fuck London.

And you see, I had a crippling phobia of trains and cars... and buses, subways, trams—basically anything that had me inside a metal box travelling at great speeds. I insisted on riding my bicycle everywhere. You can imagine how things got, between the woeful weather, the waste of a time I didn't have, the lack of sleep snowballing into absences, sick days and increasingly sloppy work... Within a year it was a toss up as to what would get me first, between my boss waving a P45 or a car clipping my wheel.

I needed to act, and fast. That wrote off drawn out therapy, so I got an appointment with a hypnotist. I didn't really know what to expect. I'd heard about them from a concerned friend who'd seen some tv show about them. Third hand information at best, yet my GP confirmed hypnosis was an option and gave me a reference to a private hypnotherapist in Whitechapel who'd only set me back one third of my rent a pop.

I went in with low expectations and high hopes. I can't stress enough how pleased I was to walk out of that first session entirely cured. My fear, the entire gut reaction, the physical distress at the very idea of being trapped in a car, was gone. The poor hypnotherapist was so taken aback, she scheduled a second appointment later in the same week and asked me to try and sit in an unmoving car before then and report how that felt.

I went home in a taxi, crying my eyes out in happiness, thinking there would never be another session.

It lasted for a few days. Retrospectively, I think I just failed to find the proper triggers.

My first fright, I was getting to the subway entrance and froze. I found myself taken by nausea, feet glued to the steps. An all too familiar cocktail of feelings. I could not bring myself to go underground. It was like it would swallow me. Like it was a hole, not a tunnel. An anthill, swarming with sweaty hordes of people who didn't seem to notice how close the walls were, how dense the air... Everything screamed danger at me, every sense on high alert, except for my knees, ready to go to sleep.

Do you know someone who has a phobia of planes? People always talk those poor folk down.

"Hey, planes are safe!"

"One in a million chances!"

"It's more dangerous to take the bus across town, or to cross the street!"

Does it make a difference to them? Of course not. You can be perfectly reasonable about the object of your phobia. You can know for certain that it is safe, and yet remain utterly terrified of it. It's a gut feeling, a horror without sense or reason. Of course a frog can't eat you. Of course a house spider as large as a finger nail is more scared of you than you of her, and she couldn't even pierce your skin if she tried to bite you. As harmless as a mayfly, yet you climb up the curtains and wail.

It's really insulting, to have someone laugh at you as if your logic were what's at fault. It's not, it's some deep, poorly wired connection in your brain, wherever it breeds mortal fear.

And if people try to cure plane-phobia folks with hard Facts and Logic, just imagine how they react to a grown man shreaking in the supermarket aisle, suddenly discovering himself a phobia of tuna cans?

Yes, that happened too. The day after the underground fear. And yes, I knew that cans—of tuna or otherwise—wouldn't hurt me. But it was terrifying. I didn't see it coming, I had grabbed it while fumbling with my shopping list. When I saw it and the fear locked into place...

Yet the next day I could open my kitchen cupboard and grab any can I wanted.

The phobia, I slowly came to realise, was jumping to some new, unknown objects every day. It left me wondering where I'd be, next time something caught me off guard. I woke up stressed, tensed for the day ahead. I went to bed fighting sleep, my dreams often plagued by whatever thing or concept had scared me all day.

Fear and anguish and tuna cans.

Now featuring doorknobs as well.

The hypnotherapist had been eager to believe me. It was easier for her to accept something was wrong with my head than to believe she could cure me my phobia in a single session. Her recommendations sent me down a string of doctors, all more academic than the next. I quit my job when it became clear I couldn't hold it. My girlfriend left me the day after I woke up screaming at the sight of her in my bed and ran to lock myself in the bathroom.

Phobia of women is a thing. It's called gynophobia and it's stupid.

Eventually, I moved to Edinburgh, Scotland. I got a flat and a stipend for working with the University there. With Virgil and his team at the neuroscience department. Malcolm Evans became M. E. in all papers on my rather... unique condition.

The man whose deep sleep cycles resets his phobia! The man with gremlins for brains. That was me. That had become my life. To be prodded and tested and written about. Paraded at talks and flown about the world, put under and medicated and cat-scanned and ultra-sounded and punctured and dressed up in more electrodes wires than a Christmas tree with fairylights.