#to tist

[starsonmarsy]

someone give me confidence

[subbylilie]

unfortunately for a lot of creeps on here, i might be brainwashed and conditioned to obey, but i'm also brainwashed and conditioned to have excellent subject agency

so if you try to drop me without my consent, the only thing that's going to be triggered is the block button and me telling you to fuck off :)

[nb-hypno-wh0r3]

I neeeeed to be hypnotized I actually need to be put in front of a spiral and told to drop by someone pretty while my brains leak out of me and they put cute little triggers in me that make me horny and make me drop for them and make me get on my knees with my mouth open and clicker train me and and and

[kayit-z]

Porque nada valgo, porque nada tengo

Si no tengo lo mejor

Tu amor y compañía en mi corazooonn

[vane-sya]

The creepy flower monster by AI-tist

[the-evil-duckling]

A short series of malazan quotes, part 1:

"The flower defies."

Tiste Andii poem, in its entirety.

[bigfuckinnerd]

Hey @disarrayartist24 I was your @sfmsecretsanta gifter! Enjoy some lesbnans out on a walk :-]

[hero21us]

Oi bruv, you best listen up yeah — It’s time to Join the Party: Chavformation, innit.

We ain’t messin' 'bout no more basic levels, fam — we goin' full DIAMOND STATUS. Tracksuits glistenin', chains heavy, teeth flashin’ like the Queen’s jewels.

No half measures, nah. You walk in a lad, you come out certified proper chav, Nike Airs on your feet, attitude on lock, and swagger so loud even the mandem salute.

Lads, grab your Burberry, trim that fade, and step into the shine — this ain’t just a vibe, it’s a whole way of life.

💎 DIAMOND STATUS CHAVFORMATION 💎 Glitz. Diamond. Glory. Obey the drip or get left behind.

You in or what, bruv?

@findingambrose49

[strawberry-lemonadde]

I want a hypnosis roleplay where I'm the dumb little victim and a tist makes me do degrading and humiliating things while I'm under. Anyone interested?

[villainhypno]

why are you, a dumbification kink haver, mad when the men at work act like youre an idiot, hm,

[culticterror]

If someone was interested in learning hypnosis as a tist but had not much money, what resources would you recommend them? How does one learn how to be a tist and how did you do it? And what is the timeline for that?

It's definitely not an expensive hobby so you don't need much if anything to do hypno stuff regularly.

There's actually a few repositories for hypno books and educational sources https://yourinductionsucks.fyi/ is a good one for beginningers especially, with a lot of notes/tips.

How long it takes really depends. I did hypnosis without even believing in it, since I didn't expect to it actually do anything. Until it did.

I'll definitely have to draft up a more detailed explanation of how a session works soon but

tl;dr like with any skill, practice is best. You can certainly practice giving a session on your own, but having a subject to get feedback from is the best. Which is why I recommend a good hypno community on discord. Which is what they're for honestly.

If you're unfamiliar with BDSM, Power Exchange, and Power Dynamics—while not required knowledge.. I'd say it's required knowledge, especially if you're doing it for kinky stuff.

As far as the basics of being a Tist. It's a lot of talking, leading a one sided conversation (in most cases). So confidence in being in a situation where you're talking non-stop for 2-20 minutes is a barrier that I've seen halt a lot of people who want to Tist.

But it's fun and incredibly worth learning.

Hypnosis is one part hobby, two parts community.

[helpmyinterestsareverywhere]

ASDJHLWJLDHJLSADH ITS HIM!! THEY CERTAINLY WEREN'T LYING

I'VE MISSED HIM - BBG PLEASE COME HOME ME AND KIDS MISS YOU

[an-uncertain-robot-girl]

I'm not a robot girl in desperate need of a tech/mechanic to do hypnosis with me I don't know what you're talking about

That was a lie, I am a robot girl in desperate need of a tech/mechanic to do hypnosis with me

Really need someone to reach in and start grabbing wires, or reprogram me, or turn me into just a complete fucking wreck

[findingambrose49]

Trackies, Cigs & Trouble

A HypnoGear Fantasy Continued

London never stood a chance.

Ambrose didn’t expect London to hit this hard — but when HypnoGear transported them, whispering sweet nothings and half-syllables that curled around his spine, he knew it wouldn’t be a normal trip. The city pulsed around him, hazy and hypnotic, like it had been waiting for him. Or maybe HypnoGear @hypnogear had woven something into the air itself. Wouldn't be the first time.

It started innocent enough. Tracksuit zipped up, fresh pack in his pocket, walking down Southbank with the city humming beneath his feet. But when he ducked into an alley off Waterloo — just for a smoke, just for the vibe — that’s when he saw him.

Connor. @connorthechav

Same swagger. Same smirk. Cigarette dangling from his mouth, chain glinting in the streetlamp. Proper chav prince.

“Ambrose, you slippery little f***,” Connor grinned, stepping closer, the kind of grin that promised trouble. “Didn’t think you’d show up in my city again.”

Ambrose lit his cig with a smirk. “Didn’t think I’d run into you lookin’ like a whole mood.”

Connor stepped close — too close — and time started to slow. The smoke between them curled thick, and Ambrose could feel it: that deep, warm tug in his chest. Like someone had flipped the switch. Like his mind had slipped into soft focus.

“You still like being told what to do?” Connor murmured, barely a whisper.

Ambrose’s pupils dilated. Something clicked.

The smoke wasn’t normal. The air shimmered. And Connor’s voice — fuck — it was velvet. Sharp. Slippery.

“Good chav,” Connor said, before Ambrose even answered. “Knew you’d still melt for it.”

They were kissing before Ambrose realized he’d leaned in.

Rough hands, hot mouths, teeth and tongues and tracksuits slipping dangerously low. His mind blurred at the edges, thoughts thinning like mist. He didn’t need to think — Connor was doing it for him.

The alley spun. The bricks behind him were cold but his body was molten. Fingers on his waistband. A hand gripping his chest. The cig dropped to the floor, still burning. But he didn’t care. Connor’s breath was in his ear now.

“You’ve gone soft for it, haven’t you? Still chasing the buzz, still letting blokes like me pull your strings.”

And Ambrose could only moan. Nod. Beg.

London watched. The city buzzed with the electricity of it. Somewhere, HypnoGear was probably watching too — or maybe this was his idea. A little suggestion planted deep in Ambrose’s mind before the flight. A command whispered during a kiss. A fantasy turned real.

Either way, Ambrose didn’t care. He was lost in the haze. In Connor’s grip. In the taste of smoke, spit, and chavvy heat.

And as the night deepened, and their bodies pressed together in the shadows, Ambrose forgot everything but this:

The smoke. The voice. The feeling of being used — and loving every second of it.

CHAVFORMATION

[chloristoflora]

"Letur Anict is highly ranked in the Liberty Consign."

Brohl Handar studied the woman for a moment, then said, "Not all wars are fought for wealth and land, Atri-Preda."

"I must disagree, Overseer. Did not you Tiste Edur invade pre-emptively, in response to the perceived threat of lost land and resources? Cultural assimilation, the end of your independence. There is no doubt in my mind," she continued, "that we Letherii sought to obliterate your civilization, as we had done already with the Tarthenal and so many others. And so, an economic war."

"It does not surprise me, Atri-Preda, that your kind saw it that wat. And I do not doubt that such concerns were present in the mind of the Warlock King. Did we conquer you in order to survive? Perhaps." Brohl considered saying more, then he shook his head, watching as four wardogs closed on a wounded cattle dog. The lame beast fought back, but was soon down, kicking, then silent and limp as the wardogs tore open its belly.

Bivatt asked, "Do you ever wonder, Overseer, which of us truly won that war?"

He shot her a dark look. "No, I do not. Your scouts have found no other signs of Awl in this area, I understand. So now the Factor will consolidate the Letherii claim in the usual fashion?"

The Atri-Preda nodded. "Outposts. Forts, raised roads. Settlers will follow."

"And then, the Factor will extend his covetous intentions, yet further east."

"As you say, Overseer. Of course, I am sure you recognize the acquisitions gift the Tiste Edur as wel. The empire's territory expands. I am certain the Emperor will be pleased.'

This was Brohl Handar's second week as governor of Drene. There were few Tiste Edur in this remote corner of Rhulad's empire, less than a hundred, and only his three staff members were from Brohl`s own tribe, the Arapay. The annexation of Awl'dan by what amounted to wholesale genocide had begun years ago – long before the Edur conquest – and the particulars of rule in far Letheras seemed to have little relevance to this military campaign. Brohl Handar, the patriarch of a clan devoted to hunting tusked seals, wondered – not for the first time – what he was doing here.

Titular command as Overseer seemed to involve little more than observation. The true power of rule was with Letur Anict, the Factor of Drene, who 'is highly ranked in the Liberty Consign'. Some kind of guild of merchants, he had learned, although he had no idea what, precisely, was liberating about this mysterious organization. Unless, of course, it was the freedom to do as they pleased. Including the use of imperial troops to aid in the acquisition of ever more wealth.

Reaper's Gale, by Steven Erikson (Malazan Book of the Fallen #7)

[vane-sya]

She will love you until the end of time by AI-tist