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Has anyone else heard the song Rule #34 by Fish in a Birdcage?? New hypnosis anthem for anyone who’s interested 👀

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If hypnosis isn't real, how come your eyelids are drooping as you fall into a fuzzy, sleepy obedient stupor unable to look away from my eyes...

Explain that.

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Did y’all know there’s a rollercoaster in the UK themed after hypnosis?

Now as a self-proclaimed theme-park enthusiast and a hypnosis writer (can I call myself a writer? Anyways) you know that I am b-lining straight towards it any time I happen to be in Alton Towers.

That’s right, let me introduce you to: The Smiler.

The whole gimmick is the Ministry of Joy brainwashing you through the ride to be happy all the time. Through smells, spirals, a world-record amount of inversions, and more, the big machine in the centre, “The Marmaliser”, basically reprograms you.

The tagline? “You belong to the Smiler”.

UGH it’s so good!! The theming is great, they commit to the bit, and every piece of merch has spirals plastered all over it. And you just know I own like half of that gift shop.

Anyone else here been on the Smiler? And if so, what were your thoughts?

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Top Ten Reasons To Be Hypnotized

Top Ten Reasons To Be Hypnotized

10) Because it feels so good to relax.

9) Because it’s been such a long day

8) Because it’s so hard to stay awake.

7) Because you can barely keep your eyes open.

6) Because it feels so good to be hypnotized.

5) Because it’s so hard to resist.

4) Because you don’t want to resist.

3) Because I’ve been counting down this entire time and you didn’t even notice.

2) You’re almost completely hypnotized.

1) Sleep.

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There is no amount of words to describe the cringe I feel when normal people in my life say the word “hypnosis” to me.

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Not sure if this is a hypnosis thing but sleepy?? When someone’s sleepy?? When they can’t keep their eyes open and they’re all cuddly and then they wake up fully and realise what they were doing?? So fucking hot.

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And there we have it! If you speak with a British accent and have dark brown eyes then you should be feeling pretty good about yourself right now…

Any suggestions on what we should vote on next? I’m thinking hair colours or perhaps method of hypnosis (eyes, spirals, voice, pendulum)

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YOU’LL NEVER GUESS WHAT I JUST FOUND

Do any of you actually own a pocket watch?

I do, or did. Not sure where I put it actually.

I bought it on a trip to Paris. It was the first time I had bought something that I was embarrassed about. I hid it in my pocket, wrapped in a white paper bag, and only took it out when I was alone in my room.

I used to stare at that thing for hours. Pressing its button to pop the front casing off. Hearing it tick. Clicking the cover back into place. Watching it sway backwards and forwards.

I miss that pocket watch.

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I slowly opened the door. My roommates had been acting weird the past few days, but I’d shrugged it off.

There, leaning against his desk on one side of the room was Carter. Sitting on Carter’s bed, one of the few places there were to sit in the room, was Myles.

“Uh… you needed me?” I looked up at Carter. His usually playful demeanour was slightly off. I looked at Myles to see if he had any clue what was going on but he seemed like his usual smiley self.

“Yes… what do you know about hypnosis?” Carter asked.

My face felt hot, and so, I bluffed.

“Not much. I think I saw it in some TV shows?” I felt my voice go higher than normal.

His eyes lit up in challenge.

“Do you believe in it?” He asked again. Myles seemed confused too.

“Not really, I mean. It’s kinda sci-fi, right?” I laughed it off - pushing down any thoughts of he knows he knows oh god he knows-

“Maybe. What about you, Myles? Do you believe in hypnosis?” Carter had a mischievous look in his eyes.

Myles brushed it off. “Nah, of course not. It’s like flying or telekinesis or something.”

Carter locked eyes with me.

“Wanna see a cool trick?” He asked, raising his fingers to snap.

“No!” I heard my own voice ring out.

There wasn’t any fear or attempt to stop this from Myles. Just confusion. From me, however?

I’d just given myself away.

Carter snapped and Myles’ head dropped instantly, rolling back and forth before settling in the centre of his chest.

Carter grinned wickedly.

“What did you do?!” I gasped, running over to him. “Myles? Can you hear me?”

No response.

“What did I do?” Carter asked, still not moving from where he was leaning. I kept one eye on him as I shook Myles, getting more desperate. “Why, the same thing I’m about to do to you.”

The statement echoed inside my head. Fear. Dread. Excitement.

I slowly turned to look at Carter.

“Myles, stand.” Carter ordered.

Myles’ eyes opened, half-lidded, mouth agape. He stood and I backed away from him.

“Good boy.” Carter praised.

I started to panic. Shit. Do I run for the door? Both of them are faster than me. Stronger than me too, probably. Why the fuck didn’t I run more or go to the gym or-

Myles mindlessly lunged for me. I scrambled to get away but faltered as the only direction of escape was right towards Carter.

He was waiting there. Watching. Smiling. As if it was all going exactly to plan.

Myles grabbed both of my arms. I’d backed into him in fear, recoiling from Carter at the last second. I struggled but, just as I’d thought, I couldn’t break free.

For the first time during this ordeal Carter stood up and approached us. I looked away, getting a full look at Myles’ blank face looking straight ahead, no matter how much I pleaded with him to just listen to me.

“I understand.” Carter cooed. “You don’t want to submit to me straight away. You like the chase. The struggle. But I know you want to give in to me…”

I looked at him defiantly. The wrong decision. Maybe if I’d thought more about it I’d have realised that was exactly what he wanted.

Carter’s eyes were deep, swirling, drawing me in.

I’d always found him attractive, but now? Now it was like I was losing myself in his eyes. My thoughts slowed. My heartbeat quickened.

I felt my head begin to bow. I tried to look away. Really, I did. But Myles’ hand grabbed my chin and forced my eyes forward once more.

Carter looked at me proudly, as if he’d ensnared his pray. He looked hungry. Cocking his head from side to side and eyes shining as I mirrored his movements.

I felt a smile slowly form on my lips. I was drowning, sinking into his eyes. At some point Myles let go of my arms and began massaging my shoulders. Deeper, deeper. He must’ve known my legs were too weak to run.

It was all so meticulously planned, like a checklist.

Lure me in? Check.

Use Myles to stop me from leaving? Check.

Send me deeper? Check.

Make me lose focus? Check.

Staring into those gorgeous eyes? Check.

As simple and as easy as 1.. 2.. 3…

“You’re doing great. Both of you. Oh the fun we’re going to have with two of you now…”

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the duality of burnt out gifted kids with hypno kinks.

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Just another reminder that if you have any suggestions, writing requests, or questions my asks are always open! 🌀

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Evil? Me? Of course not!

Villains don’t exist. You don’t actually believe in them, do you?

That’s adorable.

If I was an evil villain I’d be monologging my plan to you, wouldn’t I? Telling you how deep you’re about to go. How easily you’ll fall under my control.

How I’ll be able to make you serve me. Mindlessly.

What’s that look on your face, pet? Your eyes seem unfocused.

Don’t worry. You can rest them. I’ll watch over you.

After all, you trust me. Don’t you?

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Can’t I choose all of the above? 😔

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I think you mean for bondage…

For some reason, VR hypnosis and conditioning or brainwashing seem like the perfect pasttime activity. You know, for bonding..!

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How dare you make my joke post hot /j

You see this is all part of my secret plan. I do a poll on accents. On eye colour. Then I move on to hair, outfits, and eventually I reveal, with data to back it up, what the hottest hypnotist would be.

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The more the spiral spins, the more you stare.

The more you stare, the more it sucks you in.

The more it sucks you in, the more everything else fades.

The more everything else fades, the harder it is to look away.

The harder it is to look away, the more you want to stare.

The more you want to stare, the harder it is to think.

The harder it is to think, the more your mind feels fuzzy.

The more your mind feels fuzzy, the more you find yourself smiling.

The more you find yourself smiling, the easier it is to stare.

The easier it is to stare, the harder it is to resist.

The harder it is to resist, the more you feel relaxed.

The more you feel relaxed, the more your mind feels empty.

The more your mind feels empty, the more you have to stare.

The more you have to stare, the more everything feels heavy.

The more everything feels heavy, the more inviting Sleep becomes.

The more inviting Sleep becomes, the more you start to sink.

The more you start to sink, the more your eyelids droop.

The more your eyelids droop, the more you need to stare.

The more you need to stare, the more you want to Sleep.

The more you stare, the more you want to Sleep.

It's so hard to stare, you want to Sleep.

You're so Sleepy, you have to Sleep.

You want to Sleep.

You have to Sleep.

You need to Sleep.

Sleep.