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She could wait no longer, she had to see for herself.
Creeping into her father’s chambers, Princess Atefeh saw exactly what she was looking for sitting atop of the nightstand by the sultan’s bed. She had to be careful, knowing well the trouble she would get in if she were caught. A few months ago, her father had conquered a neighboring kingdom and claimed the territory for his own. Before their king was executed, his treasury was raided and taken back to her father’s, including a peculiar little lamp stationed in the very back.
“No!” the king begged. “You cannot take that! I beg of you! You shall bring ruin to yourselves AND your people!”
Her father had no interest in what the former monarch had to say, and his head was quickly removed from his shoulders.
Atefeh wasn’t told much of what had happened next, having only gotten hushed whispers from her servants, yet upon sneaking around, she once heard her father having a conversation with someone behind his chamber doors. Someone that, she realized, was NOT the vizier or either one of his councilmen. No, this voice was different, smooth, silky, and dare she say, rather attractive. She listened in each and every time she got the chance, listening to the voice, her mind conjuring up images of handsome, gorgeous young men that would surely sweep her away and carry her off far from here.
True, her servants told her that she shouldn’t dwell in such fantasies, but she couldn’t help it. She was nothing more than a possession to her father. He may have birthed her, yet he felt nothing for her, and she knew next to nothing of her mother before her death when Atefeh was but three years old, a younger brother had died along with her. Perhaps that was why her father held such a cold, distant attitude with her, she thought. Instead of a son, an heir to the throne, all he had was one that he would pass off to be someone else’s. A way to another’s inheritance. Her father had remarried, yet again, yet this new wife displeased him by having a multitude of miscarriages, and thus, she was banished. She was to be executed, yet seeing as she had committed no crime, the council thought it better that she merely be sent away.
A pity, Atefeh thought. She liked the woman. The closest thing to a mother she had. Sure, her servants were good, yet they were more like sisters. But now wasn’t the time to dwell on such things. She had what she was looking for and quickly made her way back to her own chambers with the lamp. She sat on her bed and analyzed the peculiar object. It appeared to be rather old and somewhat dingy, but all the same, there was just...something about it. A glimmer or spark that it possessed. She ran her hand along the shoulders, feeling the surface. Dry, yet smooth and cold.
Yet it was only a few moments after that she noticed it becoming somewhat warm.
Then, she noticed something had begun emitting from the lamp’s mouth. Smoke. Violet, wispy smoke began to pour out from the object, pooling around at her feet, and soon, billows of smoke engulfed nearly all of her room. Then, the smoke began to take shape, forming and twisting, limbs growing more defined, hands, feet, a torso, legs, arms, shoulders, and finally, a head. The smoke had transformed to resemble a young, dark-skinned man, Atefeh jumping back in fright when he turned to face her.
“And what do you wish for THIS time…” the man spoke, only to realize that he was no longer in the sultan’s chambers and that this young woman was NOT the overly dressed blimp of a man he had been with for the past few weeks.
Atefeh’s brown eyes were wide, not sure whether to try and escape or keep still and wait for what would happen next. His eyes were golden and sharp, and he looked rather displeased. He wore an assortment of jewelry consisting of an earring of gold hung from his right ear, a gold necklace, and armbands. His skin was dark and he appeared human, save for his hair. His hair appeared flowing and lively, constantly shifting this way and that as if it were made of smoke. Atefeh already had an idea of what this being was, yet, even so, the prospect of it filled her with fright.
“Who are you?” the smoky-haired man asked.
The princess struggled to make her tongue cooperate with her. “Ate...Atefeh.” she struggled to say. “I...I’m his majesty’s daughter.”
“Daughter?” the man raised a brow. “He never mentioned a child.”
The young woman sighed. “That wouldn’t surprise me,” she said sadly. “But...who are YOU? After all, I’ve already introduced myself.”
The man was silent for a few moments before answering. “Hassan.” he said bluntly.
Atefeh, feeling somewhat braver, rose from her bed and approached him. “Are you...are you truly a…”
“A djinn?” he finished for her. It was then that his eyes grew dark and narrow. “I suppose you could say that.”
She knew not what she had said to get such a reaction out of him, yet still, the princess felt apologetic. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” she trailed off, biting her lip.
“I’ve answered your questions, now you will answer mine,” Hassan told her. “Why did you bring me here, and why would you be foolish enough to potentially invoke your father’s wrath to do so?”
Atefeh looked at the floor. “I just...wished to see if it were true. If he was keeping some sort of prisoner,” she said meekly. “I wanted to see...if there was anyone that I could perhaps…”
“Perhaps what?”
“...find some common ground with.”
Hassan was confused. “Explain yourself.”
The princess stroked her long hair. “I...I suppose it doesn’t matter to you.”
“No, it probably doesn’t.” the djinn answered. “But I have nothing better to do, so continue.”
She then began to tell him of her life, past and current events, and of, above all else, the crippling knowledge that she was nothing more than a means to an end for her father to gain power. How she was nothing but an object, a possession, someone that he would happily trade for a son, and how once he had one with one of his new wives, she would surely be given away to further secure power. And now that they had conquered a neighboring kingdom who had done them no wrong, she knew now that the man was capable of anything.
Hassan listened, taking in every word she said and realized that perhaps being found by her was a blessing in disguise. “Sounds like we’re in agreement that your father isn’t exactly a good man.”
Atefeh nodded. “I feel ashamed to say...yet I’m not sure if I have any love in my heart for him.”
“Nothing to be ashamed of.” the djinn said. “You see him for what he truly is and are honest about it.”
“Not openly.” the princess confessed. “He could see fit to banish me if I went out of line.” She then rubbed the back of her neck. “But...enough about me. You look like you’ve had a hard time as well.”
Hassan was surprised to hear such a thing. “You know nothing about me.” he told her curtly.
“No, I don’t.” the young woman admitted. “But...you don’t seem to be that happy of a person. Er, djinn.”
“So what if I’m not? What business is that of yours?”
“Well, none, but…” she shifted nervously. “I...I guess I just wondered if you, you know...needed a friend.”
Hassan looked at her, weighing his options. True, ever since he was found by her father, he had been subject to fulfilling his whims and desires, yet this far from meant he wished to do so, ironically. He hated it. He hated each and every aspect of his ‘curse’, how he was bound to the word of whoever had found his lamp. And frankly, this young woman’s prattle was wearing on his nerves, the fact she was his captor’s child only made things worse. It only made the fact she clearly pitied him even more infuriating. Still, regardless, she was not the sultan. She was clearly stupid, yet overall, she was harmless. She was just an ignorant child, nothing more.
“If it means anything...you’re quite handsome. For a djinn. Oh, uh, assuming that a djinn looks different from humans. Or…” she trailed, off, the princess realizing that she was beginning to sound rather dumb.
Hassan took in these words. Not that he had any feeling for this young woman that was apparently already smitten with him (she WAS naive), yet upon hearing that, he began to ponder. His master had been careful in how he had worded his wishes, apparently having taken the conquered king’s advice to a degree. Hassan smirked thinking of that. The king DID wish for his kingdom’s splendor to be known by his neighbors...he just didn’t think that they’d be interested in taking it for themselves. Still, his current master seemed to be somewhat wise to his ways, and thus, the djinn couldn’t cause any collateral damage as of yet. So for now, he was just biding his time.
That was until the princess came along. Perhaps he could work with this.
Thinking of the steps he was going to take, Hassan smiled. She had no idea what she was getting herself into. “So, you think I’m attractive, do you?”
Atefeh’s cheeks grew hot. “Oh! Um...well…” she stammered. “I...what I mean is…”
“You already said it. You can’t take it back now.” the djinn told her. The princess lowered her head to conceal her red face, yet she found her chin being held gently and turned up to face him. “You know...it’s just dawned on me that you’re not too bad yourself.”
Atefeh swore her entire body was on fire now. “O-Oh! W-Well...th-thank you, dear sir.”
“Please, Hassan will suffice.”
‘To first names already?!’ “Ah, y-yes. Ok. H-Hassan it is.”
The djinn gazed, studying her features. True, while it meant nothing to him, she wasn’t that bad either. Large, bright eyes, smooth skin, long, silky hair, and her body was proportioned right as well. “How old are you?”
“I just turned nineteen on the last quarter moon.” Atefeh answered him.
Ah, that would explain it. She was built enough to be an adult, yet she had just emerged into that stage of life. Hassan could tell that she knew little to nothing, naive and innocent to the ways of the world.
Excellent.
“Well, if I may, how old are you?” the princess then asked, covering her mouth when the djinn turned from her. “Oh, oh no! I’m sorry!” she immediately sputtered. “I didn’t mean any offense! Truly!” Hassan remained silent, Atefeh lowering her head, ashamed she had screwed things up so quickly.
After a while though, he finally spoke. “I’ve been here since probably even before your father’s time.” the djinn responded. “I’ve seen the deaths of civilizations, the rise, and fall of kingdoms, and many rulers come to catastrophe. Indeed, I have, as you may say, seen it all. Or nearly all.”
Atefeh was speechless, Hassan turning back to her and cupping her chin again. The princess found herself studying his golden eyes. They were fierce and sharp, yet there was something different about them. As prickling of coyness and anticipation, as if he were primed for something.
“But back to the subject at hand. I’m appealing to you, yes?” Hassan questioned, Atefeh surprised he caught on.
“W-What?! Um, well...you see, I didn’t-”
“No, no, it’s fine.” He had her right where he wanted her. “You’re not the first.” he stroked her lips, feeling the young woman seize up. “But I am curious, which part about me do you like most?”
Atefeh swore she was about to die from how her heart pumped thunderously in her chest. True, it was a simple folly, something that would never be a reality, yet for so long, she had fantasies of men coming into her life and whisking her away from this place. Whether he be a prince, a traveling merchant, or even a swashbuckling thief, she didn’t care. She’d immediately give her heart to him and go with him to the ends of the world. Oh, how she dreamt it for nights on end. The tales she was told as a child were one of the few comforts she had in this cold, unforgiving place where she has been paraded around as an object of status.
True, she hadn’t expected this, yet...could this man, er, djinn be the one who could set her free?
It was then that she remembered his question. “Oh! Sorry. I got caught up in my thoughts.”
‘Somehow, I suspect that’s a common occurrence.’ Hassan thought.
“Well...you’re built rather nicely. Lean, but with development in all the right places,” she said, gazing at his chest, pondering what his muscles looked like underneath. “And your skin is smooth,” she gained the courage to touch his face, feeling a surprising warmth on her palm. “And...well,” she fidgeted and began to feel very much like a child. “Your eyes, they’re very…” It was then that she saw, to her shock, a shift in them. “They...huh?”
The djinn’s eyes had changed. What was once a golden iris seemed to ‘spread’ outward, covering the entire eyeball. Then, a lighter shade of the same color emerged from his shrunken pupil, then another, and another, and another, taking on the appearance of several rings pulsating from the center.
“Yes?” he said. “They’re what?”
Atefeh stepped back a bit. “What the?” she could scarcely believe what she was seeing. “What IS this?”
Hassan smiled. “Just one of my many talents,” he said. “There’s no need to fear, princess.” He gently cupped the side of her face and took one of her hands, clasping his fingers over her own. “Tell me, what do you like about my eyes?”
“They’re...they’re...very…” Atefeh began, yet found her tongue struggling to work with her. “G-Gold.” she managed to get out. “They’re gold.”
“And?” Hassan pressed her further.
“And...and…” the princess leaned in closer. “R-Rings. So many...rings.”
“Yes, that’s right.” the djinn told her. “What about them?”
“B-Beautiful…”
There was no hope for her now, she was ensnared in his trap. “Then look into them.” Hassan gently commanded. “Drink in them. Take each and every one in, and with each passing ring, a wave of peace falls over you.”
Atefeh didn’t need to be told that, having already been drawn in too deep now. The repetitive, soothing pattern soon began to overtake her own eyes, her pupils shrinking and allowing reflected rings to replace her brown orbs.
“Yes, that’s right.” Hassan guided her. “Tension is leaving you, your body feels warm and calm.” he brought her closer. “Your mind is warm and calm. Everything is warm and calm.”
Atefeh slowly nodded. “Warm...and...calm…”
“Yes...fall.” the djinn whispered in her ear. “Fall deep. Deeper…deeper still.”
The princess then wrapped her arms around Hassan, the djinn taken back by this sudden display. “My…” Atefeh sighed, her mind little more than mush at this point. “My prince…”
Prince? Hassan was startled by her sudden forwardness, the inhibitions that held Atefeh back before were gone, allowing her to truly convey what she felt. Still, he had come this far, he had to go through with it. “Oh, I’m more than that, princess,” he told her. “In fact, my eyes aren’t the only magic I have.” then, he produced something, smoke forming in his hand and steadily growing solid until an object rested in his grip. “I play quite a tune if I say so myself.”
Despite her entranced state, Atefeh recognized what Hassan held. It was a pipe, that much she knew, yet it was shaped with long air passages and wound around itself, resembling that of a rope. Or even more, snakes that had lain together to form an intricate yet bizarre shape. The djinn placed the pipe to his lips and blew, a tune was played that met Atefeh’s ears. She was puzzled, even in her stupor. It was a pipe, not a musical instrument, how could he play music on it? Nevertheless, she found herself listening, all the same, the song one she had never heard, yet at the same time, struck her as familiar, as if she had heard it in a distant dream long forgotten.
Then, the pipe/flute began to produce smoke, billowing and smooth, the same color as Hassan’s hair. Atefeh registered several scents wafting through the air: ginger, cinnamon, all of her favorite things as if the smoke knew just what she would like. Then, she noticed that the instrument/pipe in Hassan’s hands began to move. Slowly yet surely, the winding form began to unravel from itself and draw near her, and before she knew it, she could feel something coiling around her lower half. The pipe’s smooth, chilled surface briefly gave her goosebumps, yet there was a part of her that was thrilled. Yet another trick the djinn was showing her perhaps? Whatever the case, she would happily take it. The pipe slowly traveled up her body, securing her legs and arms until finally, it reached her head. The end of the pipe was that of a snake with an open mouth, fangs bared and looking as if it were ready to strike, yet this serpent didn’t have any venom to deliver her. Instead, it breathed out more smoke, her nostrils taking it in and her senses overpowered by the concoction of pleasurable scents.
Speaking of pleasure, Atefeh was in nothing short of absolute bliss. Her mind was completely rendered to only being able to perform the most basic of acts, yet complicated thoughts and actions were beyond her. Nothing existed past what Hassan would want for her, and she could trust him completely. He was her hero, her prince, her love. He was the one she had been waiting for her entire life. From her rippling eyes to the scents assaulting her senses (it appeared to be made of porcelain, yet she swore she could feel smooth scales meeting her flesh), the princess was left completely at the djinn’s mercy, and she found absolutely nothing wrong with that.
Her legs gave out from underneath her, yet Atefeh didn’t fall to the ground, Hassan had conjured a cloud where she landed, bound and deeply entranced, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and a small smile of pleasure on her lips. Hassan stared down at her, analyzing her current condition.
Right now, she was perfect.
“So, tell me,” the djinn said, his words enough to give her pleasure. “What does the little princess wish for?”
Atefeh stirred a bit, trying to make her thoughts known, and those thoughts only came up because Hassan willed them to with his question. “I…” the princess breathed out, taking in more smoke. “I want…”
“Yes, dear?”
“I want...to be free.” she finally sighed. “Free...and far...far away...from here.”
Free and far away...he would have to remember this for later. From now on, things were going to be a bit different around here. And, he thought, looking at the floating form of Princess Atefeh, he perhaps could make use of his new ‘friend’ in getting closer to his goal.
“Silly girl.” Hassan cooed, stroking her cheek. He had no intention of harming her, but she had no idea what she would bring to this place. “You should really be careful what you wish for.”
@the-nagakenny-archives ‘s Kenny (at least his tail) with my British Lady, Elsie Baldwin.
So…anyone else think that abstraction is kinda like hypnosis?
Super done with stuff right now, and I can finally get this out. Sorry for the wait.
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Now it’s Nayru’s turn.
Remake of Oracles Entranced-Din.
Commission of a friend of a friend’s OC. #hypnoart #hypnogirls #hypnosis
Redo of an old piece back when I used Photoshop solely.
Now I found myself doing this on a phone, lol.
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The blonde young woman, Princess Zelda of Hyrule, was forcibly led down the castle halls she once knew as home, her gaze fixed on the floor. The weight of her captivity and the recent horrors she had witnessed pressed heavily upon her shoulders. Her father, the king, had been brutally murdered by a wizard from a distant land, and the soldiers she had grown up with were now mere puppets, enforcing the wizard's will with ruthless efficiency. Even the priest, who had risked everything to hide her, had been swiftly executed. Now, she was left with only one hope: "him." Her hero, her last beacon of light in a world consumed by darkness.
As the soldiers halted, Zelda found herself in an unfamiliar part of the dungeon, standing before a peculiar door adorned with an eye symbol. The door opened to reveal a small, dimly lit room, dominated by a grotesque golden chair. Crafted to resemble a monstrous beast, it had claw-like armrests and a horned, toothed headrest. The room was bathed in the flickering light of numerous candles, casting eerie shadows across the walls.
"Welcome back, Princess Zelda," a cold, familiar voice greeted her. Zelda's head snapped up, and her eyes narrowed with venom as she recognized the wizard, Agahnim, standing before her. "I'm sure the detour took you by surprise, yes?"
Zelda's lips tightened into a snarl. "Agahnim," she hissed, her voice dripping with contempt. "You don't seem too pleased to see me again," he observed, his tone mocking. "I, on the other hand, have been longing for your return."
"You killed my father," Zelda spat, her voice trembling with rage. "You've slaughtered countless innocents. How could I be anything but repulsed by you?"
Agahnim chuckled, a sound devoid of warmth. "Ah, yes. Speaking of, how is the local priest? I hear you've been quite the diligent caretaker in the Sanctuary."
Zelda's anger boiled over, and she lunged at the wizard, intending to slap him. But before her hand could connect, Agahnim waved his hand, and a force threw her backward into the monstrous chair. Claw-like restraints clamped down on her wrists, and golden claws seized her ankles, pinning her in place. "What the?!" she cried out, struggling futilely against her bonds. "Release me!"
Agahnim's smile was triumphant. "After finally retrieving you? Not a chance." He savored the sight of the bound princess, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You see, since your absence, we have been behind schedule, so the ritual must begin soon. Otherwise, your dear hero shall come to your rescue," he sneered. "I am no fool, my princess. I shall also ensure that you don't send him any help once you are sent away to the Golden Land!"
"The Golden Land?!" Zelda shouted, her eyes wide with horror. "No! You can't do that! It would unleash untold destruction and chaos on Hyrule!"
"Exactly," Agahnim replied, his voice cold and calculating. "And the only obstacle keeping me from that goal is you and that insolent green-clad boy." The eye in the middle of his headdress began to glow with an intense, golden light. "He, I will deal with later. But you, well, you've proven that you and that young man have a little…connection."
A blush crept across Zelda's cheeks, despite her attempts to hide it. "I don't know what you're talking about," she lied, her voice unsteady.
"You brought him to the castle, and you have been guiding him ever since. And should I not perform this spell now, you shall surely assist him in some way from your prison," Agahnim explained, his voice taking on a hypnotic quality. "Thus, you won't be using your mind to send any more messages to your hero. Instead, my messages shall be all that matter to you."
Zelda's eyes widened in realization as a bright, golden beam shot from the eye in Agahnim's headdress, striking her forehead. A wave of warmth spread through her, erasing her tension and panic, replacing them with a profound sense of serenity. "What-" she began, her words slurring as her thoughts became foggy. "What are you…doing?"
Agahnim's grin widened, and he locked eyes with her. "I am putting you in your place, my dear. By the end of this, all will become clear to you."
Zelda's struggle to speak intensified as the golden light engulfed her, its power seeping into her very being. "Clear? What will be…" she managed to ask, her voice trailing off as her thoughts slipped away. "What…what is this…magic?"
"Oh, this isn't magic, princess," Agahnim said, his voice laced with amusement. "This is the Power of Gold."
Zelda's head swam, and she felt a strange, euphoric sensation spreading through her body. "Power…of Gold?" She paused, her mind struggling to comprehend. "You mean…"
"Yes," Agahnim confirmed, his voice a soothing whisper. "I have some mighty friends, my dear. And one of them just happens to be the most powerful being of them all."
Before Zelda could form another question, a massive, golden eye materialized before her, engulfing her vision. The eye began to float in circular patterns, and Zelda found herself unable to look away, her gaze locked onto the hypnotic orb.
Do not speak. Do not look away.
Zelda's mind reeled as an omnipresent voice echoed in her head, its power overwhelming her senses. The voice was both commanding and comforting, pulling her deeper into a trance. "What…what is-"
Silence.
Zelda felt her words robbed from her, her will bending to the thundering voice in her mind. Or was it also heard by Agahnim? The wizard continued to project the beam into her forehead, his power intensifying with each passing moment.
You shall surrender your will to me. You shall be my servant.
Zelda's eyes grew wide as the eye before her pulsed with an otherworldly light, its power seeping into her very soul. "What...is this?" She strained to ask, her voice barely a whisper.
"This is a process all that have come before you have gone through. No harm shall come to you. In fact, you shall find it quite irresistible," the voice explained, its tone soothing and hypnotic.
Indeed, as Zelda gazed into the eye, she felt a strange, tingling sensation throughout her body, a bizarre sense of euphoria washing over her. Her mind went blank for a moment, and when she willed herself back to consciousness, she found herself longing for the blissful oblivion.
A stubborn one. I suspected she would be. Agahnim thought, his grin widening beneath his veil. But it doesn't matter. Her mind shall belong to us shortly all the same.
"But..." Zelda strained, trying to clear her thoughts. But it was so hard to focus. "But you're not..." she wanted to say "Agahnim," but the words were lost in the haze of her mind. "Who...are you?"
The voice inside her mind spoke again, its power irresistible.
I am the one who wields the power of gold, the triforce. I am the one who shall not only seize the Light World; the eye began to glow with an intense, golden light. But also your mind.
Zelda's eyes were captivated by the eye, its power pulling her deeper into the trance.
Now, your will shall become mine. And you shall be content and willing to heed my every command.
The iris of the eye broke out into rippling patterns of shimmering gold, ensnaring Zelda and beckoning her to watch, to surrender.
"Yes, watch, my dear." Agahnim's voice was a hypnotic lullaby, guiding her deeper into the trance. "Watch and surrender. Surrender your will to your new master." He urged. "Your mind is mine to hold and command. You have no need or want for independent thinking." He said, Zelda's gaze locked onto the eye, her will crumbling before its power. "You wish to fall deep under the Golden Power." He said, his voice a soothing whisper, lulling Zelda further into a state of blissful mindlessness. "Fall and fall deeper. Yes, deeper still. Deep into my power."
She had no choice but to obey, her mind and body surrendering to the overwhelming power of the hypnosis. Further and further into the trance Zelda sank, her eyes locked onto the singular optic that held her captive.
Surrender your will. And fall into my power.
"F-Fall..." Zelda stammered, her voice a whisper of anticipation. "Into your power..."
Yes. Your mind crumbles before me. And you shall embrace blissful mindlessness.
"M-Mind...less...ness." The words sent a shiver of anticipation through Zelda, despite her initial resistance.
"Now," Agahnim said, his voice triumphant. "You are mine."
Zelda nodded in agreement, her will completely subsumed by the power of the eye. "L-Li-Li-nk..." she strained, thinking of her hero, but it was too late. The eye glowed with an intense, golden light, and Zelda was wholly consumed, her consciousness falling into the abyss. And she couldn't have been happier. The once defiant princess sat there in a chair binding her wrists, now a blank, obedient slave to her captor's will. Her eyes glowed with a bright, yellow light, a testament to the depth of her hypnosis.
"Now then, my headstrong princess," Agahnim said, reveling in her helpless state. "Whom do you serve?"
Zelda registered the wizard's question and answered without hesitation, her voice calm and content. "I serve you, my master." She said, a blissful smile spreading across her face. "I am to serve my master however he may choose. I am his content servant and pledge my servitude to him."
"Good girl," Agahnim said, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth. The chair released her, and she rose, her posture straight, arms by her side. "You live to serve us."
"I live to serve you." Zelda repeated, her voice a soothing whisper, filled with unwavering devotion.
"You are an obedient slave to us."
"I am an obedient slave to you."
"And your hero will not succeed."
Zelda's expression remained blank, her mind locked in a state of deep hypnosis. Agahnim activated his eye again, plunging her even deeper into the trance. "Your mind is mine to command and control." The wizard said. "And your hero will not succeed. Not without you."
"Not without me." Zelda repeated, her voice devoid of emotion.
"Indeed, not without you." Agahnim continued to cast his magic, his power seeping into her very soul. "You belong to me, my dear."
The blankness came over her again; she was back into the trance. "I belong to you."
"Good, now," Agahnim said. "You shall be escorted to the ceremonial chamber, and there, you shall fulfill your role in opening the sealed gate."
"I shall fulfill my role in opening the sealed gate." Zelda repeated, her voice a monotone whisper.
"Now, go." Zelda outstretched her arms and walked towards the door, the two guards taking her without hesitation. Seeing her blissfully ignorant smile, they knew she was sealed in the wizard's hypnosis.
"I am a loyal servant of Lord Ganon."
She mindlessly walked with them, arms outstretched and eyes still wide with glowing yellow irises, a testament to the depth of her mind control. And the entranced Princess Zelda went with her captors without hesitation, her only desire to obey and serve, her mind a blank slate, ready to be filled with the will of her new master.
Rewrite of old fic.

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@the-nagakenny-archives Kenny with Maria, based on the short story “Those Cold Rainy Nights.”
As she's come to find since the naga sought shelter from the storm outside, he has a rather striking gaze. One that she's not entirely sure of exploring further or not.
Maybe some gentle persuasion is in order?
Commission for https://www.tumblr.com/hf790/ @hf790 featuring Sheera and Kuro.
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Reblog here too.
WIP library of Maria and Kenny.
Hypnosis shall be coming.
Kenny belongs to @the-nagakenny-archives
Crosspost to here. I’m posting things on the SFW blog and then reviewing if it could also fit here (and what remains strictly on here as well).
Kenny belongs to @the-nagakenny-archives
💬 1 🔁 1 ❤️ 1 · WIP of Edwardian woman (Elsie Baldwin) and @the-nagakenny-archives ‘s hunk of a snake man, Kenny, who I actually bothered t
Shaded and stuff on the phone.
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💬 0 🔁 3 ❤️ 11 · Flat Bust Commission of a charmed Aqua. Added extra version.
Phone coloring.

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Flat Bust Commission of a charmed Aqua.
Added extra version.
WIP of Edwardian woman (Elsie Baldwin) and @the-nagakenny-archives ‘s hunk of a snake man, Kenny, who I actually bothered to do the face of this time!
Nothing wrong with him or anything but his look is rather distinct so I sort of want to emulate it but not have it just be a blatant copy of the original artist’s work.
Flat colors screenshot test!