I am so honored/excited to be part of this collaboration, which features a group of incredibly talented hypnosis creators taking turns to bring you into and back out of trance in under a minute, for a fractionation experience that will have your mind spinning.
What you're hearing here is the SFW version (in keeping with the general vibe of my channel) - it's got teasing, snaps, countdowns, rhyming, confusion, and relaxation with both "masc" and "femme" voices. The file itself is gender-neutral in language.
You can find links in most of the places you look for hypnosis content to other versions of the file that are more spicy, and that have just "masc" and "femme" voices!
If you'd like to hear more from these incredible creators, here's a link to everyone's socials: https://tinyurl.com/43n5pcbf
And as always: feedback is welcome! Please let us know what you think!
The cast, in order of appearance:
Loopy_Loops, @mindthebaron, @dragontize1, MistressTess Starshine, FoxDen Hypnosis, Lady Portia, Blankmaster, @theleeallure, Ultra Hypnosis, Impish, Smutty, Pling, Mommy Mochie, Mr Snake Hypnosis, @ellaenchanting, @sex-obsessed-lesbian, Veiled Threat, Shorky, (Yours Truly), @mistresscalia, @chaotichypno, Rose and The Hypnotic Voice!
(Thanks to Calia for the image!)
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Written at 19, weeks before my 20th birthday about a woman I had been involved with who did not share the same desires as me
Lyrics
Spoken: It's not gorgeous, or well put together, or whatever — ok?
There's no love when you look at my body
There's no trust when you call out my name
I thought you'd be different than everybody
But it turns out, you're the same
I refuse to run around in circles
Chasing something that won't ever come
You got close, just to use me
Then you'll throw me away once you're done
It's no game, but, I feel like I'm losing
Your hands burn like I'm touching the sun
What will say when I see you
'Cause I don't wanna see your face
I will lay down my body
And cry because I'm such a disgrace
You should stay away, stay away, stay away
I refuse to run around in circles
Chasing something that won't ever come
I refuse to run around in circles
I've been chasing something that won't ever come
There's no love when you look at my body
There's no trust when you call out my name
I thought you'd be different than everybody
But it turns, out you're the same, you're the same, you're the same
*laughs* shit
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cw suicide mention & imagery
original play idea where people seem to live their normal lives but the audience gets the feeling that something’s wrong, there’s a tension and there are things that obviously go unsaid that hang in the air between the characters uncomfortably long enough until the last member of the audience has filled in the blanks in their own way.
there is a figure off to the side, a very young man in a suit, watching them, unmoving and silent, and as the scenes and progress, as characters leave and appear, as the setting changes, the young man is always there. no one interacts with him, but there are moments when they almost do. when the characters stop what they’re doing when they stand close to him, and appear to listen. but there’s nothing.
the sound of TV news reports, all playing over each other, create an uncanny and uncomfortable buzzing that never, never stops, and there are too many to really make out the words. they get more silent the closer they get to the young man in the suit, quieting down to nothing when they stand by him to listen — but the characters seem unaware of the change. so does the young man, statuesque though he is.
then there’s a little girl, covered in dirt, her hair askew, her cheeks rosy — the image of having spent the day outside, playing in the dirt, a smile on her face, her eyes big, as she skips towards the young man and asks, “can we go now? can we play?”
the young man cards his hands through her hair and says, “you go ahead, i’ll be right there.”
but still he stays there, seated.
everything continues as before, but the characters slowly undergo a complete change in character, in routine, in appearance. the old man who wore suits is not dressed in sweats and old, worn out, dirty shirts. the sweet, kindhearted young adult is now quiet and apathetic. the woman who, in the beginning, was talking her friend’s ear off and could barely stand still is unmoving now, staring out into nothingness.
the buzzing and bustling background noise is slowly, gradually getting louder as the characters become increasingly nonverbal and unmoving. the lights dim down.
then all at once, after a crescendo, the noise stops suddenly, the lights turn off completely, before, with warm, yellow light, a woman we’ve seen before — as she stares into nothingness — appears on the stage, slowly approaching the young man as if unsure of her body but undeniable in her grace.
they smile at each other for a moment.
m, whispering: you’re not supposed to be here, not yet
w, cradling his cheeks: i was always supposed to be here long, long before you
m: i know. i’m sorry, i—
w: i know. i forgive you. i’ve always forgiven you
m, after a while: but not yourself
the woman shakes her head.
w: a mother will never forgive herself for burying her child, and a father will forgive himself even less. (a beat) you have such a handsome face.
m: it’s not your fault
w: so beautiful, those eyes, i’ve missed you so much
m: listen to me, it’s not your fault!
w: and your hair! papa would be so glad to know that—
m: mother. mama. listen to me. it’s not your fault
w, tearful and whispering: you were supposed to be fine. you were always supposed to be fine. it was never supposed to be this bad, we were supposed to help, but—
m: i know. i tried, i really did. both times
in that moment, the little girl comes skipping on stage again, approaching them with her wagging ponytail.
g: what are you doing here, mama? will you play with me now? it’s been so long!
the woman gasps, her tears getting the better of her as she falls to her knees and pulls the girl to her chest, who readily returns the hug
w, sobbing, kissing her cheek: hi, baby. yes, i’ll play with you, of course i will. let’s go.
the young man helps his mother up, allowing her to pull him into a hug, and she whispers: “as much as i love her with all my heart, i’m so proud of the young man you’ve grown into. and now i have you both, just as i always did.”
the young man brushes a kiss to her cheek, then lets her go, watching as his mother disappears with the little girl.
m: i have to stay a while. i’ll follow you soon.
(woman and girl, hand in hand, exeunt)
the lights dim, and the buzzing returns, accompanied by the sound of dragging footsteps the audience cannot see, until everything’s back in total darkness. the noise stays. growing louder in increments, leaving the audience uncomfortable and unsure if this was it.
as they quiet down, we hear a man, sobbing uncontrollably, before eerie silence takes his place, too.
the curtain falls.
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Knowing how a magic trick is done doesn't make it any less magical. This file plays with that idea in the hypnotic sense, telling you exactly what techniques I'm using to bring you into trance. Most of them, anyway.
No suggestions in this one, and no content warnings to speak of other than the aforementioned hypnosis. Credit for the concept/prompt goes to @sex-obsessed-lesbian - a true instigator.
This one is (perhaps obviously) pretty meta, a little silly and a lot tricksy, but it should also be satisfying to the average, normal hypnosis-obsessed mind.
As always: I am in this for the feedback, so feel free to tell me what you think!
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