#i'm hypnotized

[mdnet]

Lily-Rose Depp

[mijamija1234]

Hypnotist

[quill-pen-and-the-fictional-men]

There is plenty of reason.

pov from inside the fireplace for no reason whatsoever

[zillychu]

anyway this hhgu uu hhh this fic

(@moipale I'm sorry I drew fanart before even leaving a comment but that's just how possessed I was)

[annabelle--cane]

I hate writing essays except for when I don't and I'm really bad at it as long as you ignore the "grades" that allege I'm consistently "excellent" or whatever

[sugurumybelovedd]

something about gojo playing with his blindfold is so mesmerizing

[thatonewatercat]

Comic for Chapter 18 of Love Me Like I'm Dead by Dani_ofCrows !!

I could not get this scene out of my mind when i read it (as it goes with most of this book honestly) and had to draw it! took a bit longer than i wanted it too but hey life gets in the way sometimes! Hope you like it!

[ghostlylulla-by]

Let's go, Agent 4!

Wait... Is that...? CALLIE?

I told you to leave...

Callie... Why?

Now you leave me no choice... Prepare to be rocked!

Hey, DJ!

[bratscave]

those thighs 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

tbh to me logan is just the dilfiest dilf in the history of dilfs 😔 like i can just imagine sitting on his lap while he reads fuckass news paper or having to explain current trends to him JFIDIDOLD 🫨🫨

— wait anon you get me so well 😭 i have the exact same vision lol

i can just imagine logan in his favorite chair, adjusting his glasses while grunting at some of the vile headlines, legs spread. he scowls, grumbling something about 'you needing to read this bullshit.' and you try, you really try your best — but you get distracted again and again by no other but him. you're convinced he does it on purpose just to call you something along the lines of a 'dumb cockslut'. you rock yourself against his thigh, your whole body weight solely on just one of them, his fingers tapping along your back as he scolds you gently. nothing to serious. you manage to convince him to read the article to you just to hear his voice, you didn't even care what it was about. later, he'd complain about you making a big mess on his new jeans.

also the trend part you are so RIGHT!! i imagine him, trying his best not to look like he cares when you explain silly little new trends but he can't seem to get that careless expression right! instead he kind of just looks like this (•̀⤙•́ )

[odo-apologist]

Alright I know that the whole "Alexander the Great's chief eunuch" bit is already a lot to unpack and (rightfully!) has garnered a lot of attention but I think we do too quickly gloss over that Rimmer found this out by "getting friendly" with a hypnotherapist he's on a first name basis with?? Like am I crazy or is that crazy too

[pianokantzart]

Is it just me, or did the solo-Luigi portions of the game seem a bit more puzzle heavy compared to the solo-Mario portions? 🤔

[rythyme]

me when my special omega powers give me prophetic visions

[pensat-i-fet]

[hope-di-angelo]

So I was just thinking. If Sally, like, told Percy to join Kronos, I'm pretty sure he would have. I mean, idk about Percy but I would have if she told even if I knew the ending. Like, if Sally believed in it, then I'll fight for it. Would you too or are you weird?

[jimmyspades]

"Desire... drives him. His desires are so assimilated in every aspect of his life—he's constantly reminded of his desires at every turn, wherever he looks, wherever his eyes are at rest, whatever he touches, whatever he smells, is all about that. And because of that, I think he's horrified as well. I don't know whether it's horror so much as... he's extremely conflicted." JAMES SPADER on the set of SECRETARY (2002)

[escapingarchives]

Consider:

Nureyev’s going undercover as a hypnotist for a show at a grand party of the wealthy (somewhere in the estate is a safe with some very important schematics he'd like to get his hands on).

He researches extensively, first pouring over books and then spending hours choosing outfits, rehearsing flourishes and precise movements. He’s also researching the heist itself, of course. But this time, Juno seems more annoyed with all the time he spends on his research. Juno lounges on the bed watching his boyfriend practicing his entrance over and over, only interrupted by occasional dives to double check his books.

Juno huffs and breaks the silence.

“What a bunch of bullshit, can you believe people actually think this hypnosis shit works? Controlling other people with your voice, my ass.” He rolls his shoulders, they've been tense for days, and the pain is worsening his mood.

“Oh now, it’s a performance like any other,” Nureyev replies, “but my research shows people can be put in a trance, can be hypnotized, provided they want it themselves. One cannot make someone do something against their will. They must want to be hypnotized, to let go and be open and obedient. It's quite interesting."

“Can’t see why anyone would want that at all.” Juno says in a snappy retort, but he considers it in his head. Being in a trance, mind blank, just floating and being open to... whoever’s in control. He’d hate it, of course, he’d feel way too vulnerable. Even more so in front of a crowd, at a show of all things. He needs to always be alert.

But…

Sometimes he just wants a break from it all, even his own head. Especially his own head. To relax and leave himself in the hands of... well. Maybe he can see the appeal, just a little.

He doesn’t say any of this out loud, of course. Nureyev just hums, practising how he'll pick his pendant out of his front pocket.

“Juno,” he says after a while, “since you’re not receptive to actually being hypnotized, can I test the act on you? Then you can tell me how it looks, without being distracted.” He smiles, one of his canines peeking out.

“Yeah, alright,” Juno replies, trying to sound nonchalant. He sits up at the edge of the bed, stretching a little, ignoring the little jump of excitement he feels for a brief moment. “But I’m still gonna tell you whenever you sound way too ridiculous.”

Nureyev's smile widens, and Juno's eye focus on his sharp teeth. “Wonderful, Juno.”

Nureyev starts with his grand entrance, speaking to the imaginary audience. Juno’s both in awe at his confidence and ability to glide seamlessly into the role, through the sheer ridiculousness of it all.

He resists the temptation to make a snide remark when Nureyev adresses an invisible audience member with the tales of his past deeds.

“… and I shall do it all, with this!” Nureyev reveals the crystal pendant he’s fastened to a chain in a dramatic flourish. “Now, esteemed audience, please quiet down so I can demonstrate my abilities on this lovely lady.”

He sits on a chair in front of Juno. “Now please Juno, focus on the crystal. Let your thoughts clear. All that matters is to keep your eye on the crystal, and listen to my voice…”

Juno rolls his eye, but still leans forward. Nureyev holds the crystal up by the chain so it catches the light, and starts swinging it slowly back and forth.

"That looks really stupid," Juno remarks.

Nureyev shushes him.

It’s a pretty jewel, probably worth quite a lot. Juno wonders where Nureyev stole it. It’s a deep violet that shifts from a sparkling, deep blue, into a gold-speckled pink. It naturally grabs his attention, swinging back and forth. The swinging part still looks stupid. But maybe it would be nice to...

The pendant swings, and Nureyev keeps talking in his smooth voice. This might not be so bad, after all. Juno doesn’t feel vulnerable, there’s nothing to be worried about, he knows he’s safe with Nureyev. Who’s currently speaking, but Juno can’t recall what he’s been saying. He focuses on Nureyev’s steady voice again; he loves listening to that melodic voice.

“You feel the tension leave your jaw, your neck, your chest, arms, that’s it, relax…”

It’s surprisingly easy, Juno thinks, to relax. Usually it’s hard to let go of all the tension that sits in his body. It's such a constant part of him that it almost feels strange how easy it melts from his limbs.

“… your stomach, your legs..."

He's breathing more deeply now, he notices. It's comfortable where he sits on the bed, letting his eye follow the pretty pendant that catches the light. He's safe here.

"...very good, relax for me, you're doing so well."

Juno feels warm at that. He's glad he's doing well. Nureyev's voice really suits this kind of thing, he thinks. Smooth and low and inviting. Juno wants to tell him he sounds nice, but he's so relaxed. It can wait. He struggles to keep his eye open.

"... even more relaxed and sleepy, and you'll only let go on my count - wait, Juno?"

The pendant stops for a moment. Juno lets out a low, protesting sound. It's very hard, but Juno lifts his heavy eye to Nureyev's face. He was doing well, wasn't he?

"Are you really -?" Nureyev says softly.

Juno's so relaxed and comfortable, he felt so close to letting go and now he's confused about what Nureyev's even talking about. He manages a questioning "hmm?"

Nureyev stares at him for a long moment, considering, and then he smiles again, showing his sharp teeth. He cups Juno's face, and it feels nice, so Juno leans into it.

"Oh Juno, you are too lovely, " Nureyev says and holds up the pendant again, swinging the beautiful crystal. "Look back at the crystal and keep listening. That's it, well done, and you feel yourself gliding back into the comfortable feeling. Just focus on my voice and how good it feels."

Juno's eye is following the jewel again, how it catches the light, his breathing evening out. He feels like he's enveloped in a soft blanket.

"When I count down, you will feel even more relaxed at every step. When I reach zero, you will sleep for me. You'll be fully under, open, and relaxed. No need to be distracted, just be in the moment, no need to think of anything else..."

Distantly, Juno hears Nureyev speak for another minute, then he starts to count down from ten. For every number, he feels heavier, and more and more comfortable. It's so easy to let go. He wants to let go, to let Nureyev take care of him. Vaguely, he realizes he's wanted it ever since Nureyev introduced him to his newest con. Blank, soft, mindless. Quiet. Juno wants that, and he trusts Nureyev. Of course he does.

"Zero. Sleep for me, Juno."

Juno does.