#hypnoness

any boy can be a good male sub

any boy can feel good

any boy can and will be entranced by the glow

Le encargué este dibujo a @hypnoness y me encanta porque es muy distinto al estilo de hipnotizador que soy. Yo, todo cristales, relojes, "Mira mi mano" con rayos hipnóticos en la mirada.

Comprad sus hermosos jabalíes.

I commissioned this portrait to Hypnoness and I love it because it's so different to my tist aesthetic . Me, all crystals, pocket watches and "Follow my hand, with hypnotics beams.

DROP, HOLD, FEEL 🌀⭐️💕

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sum i had going on months ago and had never finished. i promise i’ll upload more and get going with those very suggestive suggestions :)

venturing too far into the circus after the show has ended might lead to a sudden encounter with one of the agile circus clowns. a clown who has been watching the hypnotist magician and his petit assistant’s performance very Very VERY closely.

maybe, even though it clearly wasn’t a good idea, you won’t regret it THAT much… right?

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i was browsing pinterest and came across one of those posing ideas by @vanoraimutee (pinterest profile @). i’ve been dying to draw a scene like this for a while, love jesters and clowns hehe

hope you enjoy the scene AND the short short story that i came up with to set the mood

focus on my eyes, yours will tell me how you feel

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excuse my GOD AWFUL anatomy, i’ve been regressing in my art skills like a mofo lately and it’s been concerning but i always go back when im about to spring back up on my skill (or at least i hope so idk lol)

💕 COME FIND ME 💕

been a fan of drawing hypno subs that are boys lately, whatever that means. getting into it once again with drawing :P

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stiff and fixed in place 🗣️🌀!

she’s uneasy. waiting for commands like she isn’t a made up thing. oh, she doesn’t know she’s a tool, a machine for her master.

she’s uneasy. whirring gears and bright lights, bright ideas.

she’s easier. easier to tame, she turns into fleshy butter against devouring eyes. she’s feeling hot. but doesn’t know why.

she’s melting meat, her salty taste spreading upon eager tongues. all fiction.

because she’s trapped. she thinks she’s free but she’s captive. her mind wanders to the places her sweet pleasure tells her to.

pleasure