#hypnone's masks

[thehypnone]

I just got a BUNCH of new followers this past hour because of my masks lol so I wanted to make a quick post about them that's up to date

all the necessary (and more) information is here, in a google doc. I'm currently working on making a website with an e-commerce and it's probably going to get launched somewhere in the summer after my break (more about it explained in the doc). I will also start a newsletter in place of my wishlist sign up to be more efficient. what I'm doing now was honestly just a curious attempt at seeing if it would work and, clearly, it does work, so I want to take it further. yes I'm going to be making more masks from ghost to expand my my product range. it might even end up a full on proper business, but that would only be possible in 1,5-2 years. I also invite you to follow my other socials, because tumblr is a platform I mainly use for my writing, not for my "business". my insta is for that, it's all linked in my bio/introduction post here. anyways, I'm rambling lmao welcome

[thehypnone]

AH I'm so glad you like it, thank you SO much for your trust and all these kind words🫶🫶🫶

I’ve been looking for a nice Prequelle era Ghoul mask for a while now, but they usually either didn’t look the way I wanted or were far too expensive for my budget or simply not available in Europe (or in general) or-...

Then I saw @thehypnone’s Cosplay on my dash, loved the look of his mask and discovered, much to my delight, that he makes them himself. So, I ordered one and what can I say?

The whole process was fantastic. There’s a form to fill out, the prices are more than fair and the communication was super open and friendly, shipping was quick and safe.

And, most importantly, it looks wonderful! I mean, check out the pics above (I'm sorry, I'm currently moving and my entire life is stored in boxes, otherwise I would've staged nicer photos)

If you want to get a Prequelle Ghoul mask, I cannot recommend Hypnone enough!

Check out his Mask Info post here!

[iamthecomet]

comet... I'm thinking...

this and this, right?

what if he was in heat? what if he did have a plug in? and that was just the perfect opportunity to get something close to relief, a little hump against his bass and an additional grind of the plug???

most importantly, who put it into him?

this requires a ficlet, me thinks

Breakfast time, Hypnone! My eyes have been bugging out of my head about this one since you sent it. 1.4k of uh...whatever this is.

Full moons are torture. Rain has gotten used to this by now.  Standing on stage under the burn of the stage lights feeling like he’s coming apart at the seams. He’s dripping with sweat. Feels beads of it running down his spine. He doesn’t know how many times he’s wiped his hands off on his thighs. Fingers slipping on strings, nearly fumbling notes. But he’s well practiced at this by now. Used to it. Planning a tour is hard enough without having to account for an afflicted water ghoul. So, this, while uncomfortable, has become the norm.

His gut aches as he plucks at his strings. Mind somewhere else. Already in a cold shower. Spread out on the hotel bed, exposed to whoever feels like taking a turn. This one is worse than usual. It’s harder.

Swiss and Mountain ganged up on him before their set. Crowding up to him in the dingy dressing room. Fingers wiggling beneath the waistband of his uniform pants. Mountain kissing him breathless while Swiss fingered him, stretching him out, getting him ready. Rain had keened into Mountain’s mouth, begged for a knot that never came. Instead of relief, he got a plug. The minute it was fully seated Mountain and Swiss were gone. Backing away. Mountain pressed a kiss between his horns and told him to be good as Swiss grinned madly at him. Wiggling his slick finger as he disappeared out of the door, a promise.

Rain doesn’t remember most of the show. Going through the motions. Veins molten. Body shuddering with each step. Any intense movement grinds the plug against his prostate. Makes his vision flicker. He’s never wanted to cum so badly in his life.  When Dew slides up behind him during Year Zero he leans back against him, arching, pressing their masks together. Dew nuzzles him, tweaks a nipple. Rain can feel the shake of his laughter—and then he’s gone. And Rain feels his absence like a wound.

Rain likes this game. The way he has to fight himself. The way his packmates look at him across the stage. Ravenous. All of them.

Loves how it feels to stand in front of thousands of people and know that none of them have any idea what’s really going on. There is something about all those eyes turned to him—it makes it all so much better.

Aeon lingers around him for longer than usual. Swiss grins at him, fingers the air like a promise. Aurora and Cumulus reach out for him when he walks between their platforms. Cirrus drags her fingers over his chest at the end of her keytar solo.

They want him.

He’s given up on being subtle by the time Square Hammer starts. When Dew leans, so does he, pressing his cock against the back of his bass. Dropping one hand behind him to press against the plug, grind it a little further in. Just enough to hit a spot that makes him feel like his bones have turned to liquid. He locks eyes with Dew, catching the barest hint of Dew’s smirk through his balaclava.

A little more and he could cum from this. In front of all these people. He almost does.

But then the moment is over. Dew straightens, so does he. The pressure eases, but the burn doesn’t.

That last song feels like it goes on forever. He throws his picks in handfuls. Not aiming. Not even looking at the crowd. He hopes they gang up on him in the dressing room. Shove him up against the flimsy door. Fuck him hard enough to break it down. Any of them, all of them. At this point he isn’t picky. He expects something as they walk backstage. Attention. Someone to sidle up to him, to press open mouth kisses to his neck. To talk to him. Instead, all he gets is a rough slap on the ass from Dew as he walks by. Hard enough to jam the plug into his prostate. Enough to make his knees buckle. He stumbles, doesn’t fall. Dew looks back at him and chuckles. 

And then, nothing.

An empty dressing room. A quiet ride to the hotel. Sitting makes it worse, so he slides down as far as he can in his seat. Eyes closed. Tries to think about anything other than how agonizing the last twenty minutes have been. Tries not to think about begging Swiss to fuck him right here, right now. He can’t fucking wait any longer. And then they’re at the hotel. Nice like they’ve all been this tour. And Swiss and Mountain are flanking him urging him into the elevator, down a long hallway, into a room with one queen sized bed.

“Touch me."

They’re the first words Rain has said in hours. Eyes darting between Mountain and Swiss.

“Bet you’ll cum right away,” Swiss says, dropping onto the bed, toeing his shoes off. He lays back with an exhausted sigh.

“Y-yeah,” Rain agrees. Looking toward Mountain. “Please.”

“No fun in that,” Swiss says, face turned toward the ceiling. Rain wants to argue. Wants to remind Swiss, pointlessly, that he’ll cum as many times as Swiss wants, but Mountain crosses the room and pulls Rain into a kiss before he can get the words out. It’s sweet at first, but quickly turns filthy. Mountain licking deep into Rain’s mouth, claiming, hands on each of his cheeks holding him in place while he plunders. Rain can only whine, lean into it, open wider.

Swiss sits up on his elbows to watch. Hitches himself up on the bed enough to lean against the headboard and get a hand on himself. Palming over the zipper of his jeans as Mountain pulls Rain’s clothes off piece by piece. Fingers gentle over his overheated skin, mouth latched to his throat.

Rain doesn’t realize he’s naked until he is, rutting his cock against Mountain’s thigh. Chasing an orgasm that rushes up too quickly. He doesn’t see it coming.

But Swiss does. Pushing off the bed and coming to stand behind Rain. He locks an arm around his waist and pulls him back. Wrenching him away from Mountain and the only meaningful stimulation he’s had in hours.

“Get on the bed,” Swiss whispers in his ear, teeth grazing over the shell of it. Fingers digging into his belly.

Rain stumbles when Swiss releases him, but manages to get there. Tossing himself onto the bed, bouncing in a nest of soft pillows. He watches Swiss pull Mountain in by the collar. Can see the slide of their tongues as they kiss. Hips slotting together. Mountain whines.

Rain feels like he’s going to implode.

It's cruel, he thinks. All of this. They could have ended this by now. Knotted him. Relieved him of his static brain and heavy limbs. Of the way his blood feels like lava. He’s been hard for so long he doesn’t think he remembers how it feels not to be.

“Please,” he tries, but the word cracks and fails. He tries again. Louder. Swiss and Mountain pause. Swiss pulls back. Rain wants to taste the string of spit that still connects them.

“He’s been good,” Mountain whispers. Dragging his fingers through Swiss’ hair, holding him close. Rain leans against the headboard, cock kicking against his belly. Pre drying in his happy trail.

Swiss hums. Nips at Mountain’s lip.

“He’s so pretty when he’s desperate, though. We promised we’d wait for—”

There’s the sudden sound of a keycard in their door. Rain swears he can feel the click of the lock in his bones. His stomach flips.

Swiss looks at him—really looks at him, finally. Dark eyes narrowing, zeroing in. Rain doesn’t see who slips through the door before Mountain and Swiss are blocking his view of it. One on either side of his thigh. Swiss reaching between his legs to wiggle the plug. Mountain sweeps some of Rain’s hair behind his ear. He cups Rain’s cheek, gentle. A stark contrast to how Swiss drags the plug almost all the way out and slams it back in.

The door opens again. Rain barely hears it over the blood pounding in his ears and his own whimpering. But he knows who’s here now. His addled brain finally catching up. He can smell his pack—all of them. Eyes on him, dragging over flushed shaking skin. Hungry.

“Gonna take such good care of you tonight, Raincloud.” Mountain whispers, bending to kiss him. He tastes like Swiss.

“Gonna ruin you,” Swiss promises.  

Rain hopes they do.

[thehypnone]

he absolutely slays the all-black look, both in matte and gloss and I'm all WDHFHHSGDGS

[thehypnone]

GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYSSS

[thehypnone]

new supplies, new paint test and I think we've got a winner!!! soooo shiny!!!

[thehypnone]

okay SO first piece from the mold is out!!! it came out a little too skinny and with a few defects but apart from that I'm very glad with the outcome. im going to perfect him up, paint him and when thats done I'll be putting his siblings on sale ahgsg

[thehypnone]

silicone time!!! (also I'm putting all of the mask progress posts under a new tag so feel free to check it out of you've been interested because a few people have :3)

[thehypnone]

GUYSSS i just gave him a shower and now he's all ready for the silicone!!! time to finally make a mold and then resin casting and AHHHHHH it's nearly done after SO SO SO long I'm so excited

[thehypnone]

jail

[thehypnone]

mold and shell are ready!!! which means casting tomorrow...I'm very anxious but I think it'll go okay. I damaged the original mask a little while taking it out of this stuff tho (not irreparably, it's okay)

[thehypnone]

ehehhehehehehehehehhehe

[thehypnone]

all ready for paint!!!

[thehypnone]

FUXJMXJCKXJX ITS LOOKING SO GOOD IM SO EXCITED TO FINISH IT AAGGGHHHHHH

[thehypnone]

i want to do something fun for the ritual Im going to but some asshole here is threatening me so I don't think disclosing my exact location on an exact date and inviting people to come talk to me there will be very smart

[thehypnone]

mmmm sculpting the mask at 2 am I'm feeling it