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the hypnosis meme!

The Hypnosis Meme

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• play and have fun!
• WARNING! several of the prompts leave room for triggering and/or explicit content. proceed with caution when reading, and (if possible) add any content or rating warnings in the subject line of your thread(s). thank you!

how?

01 induction. a comfortable place, a confident touch, and all the right words to take you under. deep breath in, deep breath out, just lie back for the plain flavor, no gimmicks or special powers involved.
02 the prop box. that's not enough? then how about a spinning spiral, or a swinging pocket watch, a coin or a candle, a flickering candle, that's right, just look at the flame, watch the flame closely, watch it dance in front of your eyes and relax, just relax...
03 simply powerful. deep and hypnotic eyes, a strong and commanding voice, their comforting and soothing touch; that person has more than talent - they have the power to bring you completely under their control, and there is no way to resist... at least not forever.
04 magic! a spell to control your body, a potion to command your mind, an artifact to destroy your will. you might have been enchanted, or even cursed. maybe it was an accident, a lesson gone wrong. whatever it was, it's time for a magical trance!
05 science! death rays are so last season, hypno rays are all the rage these days! and did you hear about that new drug that makes you 89% more suggestible to everything you're told? apparently they can even insert a chip into your brain and-- you know, why don't you see the miracle of science for yourself?
06 other. combine, change, roll again, or try something else entirely.

why?

01 therapy something you want to remember? something you'd like to forget? quit smoking, eat healthier, be the best you you can be. whatever your reason, whatever your method, your subconsciousness needs a spring cleaning to improve your life.
02 in good fun you're really looking forward to this! it's a show, it's a party, or maybe it's just the two of you trying something new. entertaining, relaxing, maybe even hot and steamy. kick back, and enjoy the experience.
03 part of the job the latest corporate drug, another monster preying on people's minds, the third alien artifact you dug up this week. you've run into this before, and you will run into it again. but maybe this time is different. maybe this time something went wrong...
04 part of a scheme you don't want this, but somebody else begs to differ. maybe it's as harmless as a prank to make you cluck like a chicken whenever they say your name. or maybe it's as bad as a plot to make you their obedient servant forever. only they know, but for better or worse, you're about to find out.
05 an accident a vacant stare into that magical mirror, blank faces after a gas leak, sparks flying in the wrong direction and suddenly you find yourself chanting 'yes, master' over and over again? looks like somebody was too careless. sure, nobody meant for this to happen, but it did, and now you have to deal with the side-effects.
06 other. combine, change, roll again, or try something else entirely.

what?

01 relaxation. all you want is to unwind, switch off, forget about your stress and worries for a while. close your eyes, you'll wake up feeling so refreshed. that is, unless somebody goes a little overboard with that happy and vacant smile...
02 transformation. bark like a dog. moo like a cow. put on this apron, you are the maid now. you're a robot, you're just a doll, you are the president of the world, an adorable baby, the perfect boyfriend- you are something or somebody you weren't before.
03 personality change. people don't change? we'll see about that! there must be some way to make you more assertive, less anxious, more honest, less unruly. maybe something could even change your evil ways! or your good ones, for that matter...
04 submission. this one is all about following commands. any commands. any commands. but do they just want to see you dance to their tune once, or will they wash, scrub and bleach your brain until it comes out blank and obedient forever?
05 seduction. maybe it's something sneaky to charm somebody you just met, maybe it's something sexy to spice up your relationship. whatever it is, whatever you do, it's trance time in the bedroom. and it would feel so amazing to take off your clothes for me, wouldn't it?
06 other. combine, change, roll again, or try something else entirely.

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If he let her, she could probably spend the entire day just petting him. His feathers are soft, and he seems to trust her touch.

She listens carefully. Sleep, share, finish sharing. It seems easy. "And when the memory is over, I'll wake up? I don't have to wait for a wandering prince?" While it could sound flippant, she's serious about the question. He'd said minutes, but minutes could easily stretch into hours and days, and still be minutes. She's never been put into a magical sleep, but she's seen the effects firsthand. And she's been turned to stone - not something she ever wants to repeat.

"For some, the process is exhausting and you may sleep." He looks up considering the placement of the sun. "Even should you require a nap after, you will have time to take your photographs and return home before nightfall."

Honesty about the situation was forefront in his considerations but he laughs happily at her serious question. "If a prince is necessary to wake you, I shall call my son so you do not miss dinner with your family." He is joking but also agreeing to ensure she wakes, regardless of what is needed.

She really does appreciate the honesty. And the laughter. She laughs as well, feeling more at ease. Between the laughter and the petting, she's very relaxed. "Alright, then."

She settles herself on the grass, not wanting to fall over when this begins. "So, think about the memory I'm letting you experience with me. The beginning of the memory, you said." She closes her eyes and thinks back to the ride to her sister's castle, remembering the feel of the seat, the view out the window, how she fidgeted, her worry that maybe this was a trick, or that Snow would find her lacking in some way, or change her mind about wanting to get to know her when she saw how closely she resembled her mom....

When she sits, he very carefully comes to her, laying closer. "Yes. You will feel my mind while I watch."

He lays his head down beside her and closes his eyes. She'll feel his mind. warm and chaotic, loud but restrained might be a good description. Lucifer settles in with her mind gently in the background, watching what she's watching.

His words and the rustling of the grass are the last things she hears before she falls asleep, fully immersed in her memory. She's aware of another presence with her, but she can't place it, not while she's reliving the day. Her head is too full of nerves, unanswered questions, fear that her sister won't like the gift she's made, that it's too much, or too little, or the embroidery is wrong. Fear has her defaulting to formality when she arrives, only to be pulled into Snow White's very warm and loving embrace, to be called her sister - not step-sister - and be spoken of in the most glowing of terms. She's confused, nervous, and hopeful, and part of her wants to break down and cry at the immediate affection.

There's talk, of course, and Evie goes through every conversation, every piece of the castle tour, until they reach the family portraits. Snow points out her mother, her husband, the two of them at their wedding, and then a life-sized portrait of her father and Evie's mother. The shock and fear return at seeing her mother in her prime, the imperiousness captured in the painting. Then, the mixture of emotions as Snow tells her this was the only portrait of her father the Evil Queen didn't destroy after his death. The flash of hatred directed at her mother, the sting of jealousy that at least Snow knew her father, knew his name and his face when she didn't even have that. And the complete bafflement at the fact that Snow not only didn't hold a grudge against her step-mother, she was, in her way, grateful to the woman, because she wouldn't have met her prince otherwise.

How one person could be so good makes no sense to her mind. And the swirling emotions continue as they tour the rest of the castle, and sit down to tea. They make plans to go berry-picking, to go castle-hunting. By the end of the memory, Evie's feelings toward her step-sister are warm and affectionate, even if she's just as confused and conflicted about her mother, and about her place in Auradon.

The memory fades, leaving her asleep in a patch of grass, beside a very persuasive serpent.

The memory is emotional, and perhaps a little too close to home for the serpent. He has brothers that there will never be such a reconciliation with, where the blood is so tainted with unforgivable acts that the wounds will never heal. While he is happy for Evie, a sadness lays over him.

He curls in close while she sleeps, head beside her and a large wing propped open to shade her from the sun. His mind won't leave his brother though. It's sad, perhaps, that they have never gotten along but then Lucifer has felt like God created Michael to be his exact opposition. Balance maybe, but when his brother acted in a way that led to the death of his child, turned on him in a way so grievous that another of his children were injured, there could be no forgiveness like Evie experienced. Some of the other angels there could be a reunion, but it was unlikely with the oldest of his siblings.

She doesn't sleep long. The grass prickles at her arms as she shifts, causing her to stir, and she blinks awake to see the serpent's head near her. She offers him a smile as she notices the shade.

"Thank you." She glances up at his wing. "That was kind. You didn't have to do that." She reaches out tentatively to stroke his neck near the head.

"I would be a poor gentleman if I allowed a princess to sunburn under my watch." The amusement is back in his voice, but his head turns at the neck stroking, bearing his chin and throat to the touch. Lucifer might usually look human but in his animal forms there was instincts that seemed to come up unexpectedly.

"You are a perfect gentleman." He called her a princess. That alone would be enough to warrant the compliment, but the fact that he does have impeccable manners cements it. She takes the not-so-subtle hint to pet his throat, enjoying the quiet moment.

"It's kind of strange, thinking about sunburns. We never had to worry about that on the Isle. The cloud the barrier kept over the whole place hid the sun from us. We could be outside all day, and not get any real damage, because of the magic in the clouds."

"There are plenty who would disagree, but they are not quite as pretty either." If she was going to throw compliments and pet his throat, he was going to flirt, a little at least. It was in his nature.

The dragon sighs, eyes closing. "My kind spent a long time locked in the dark." He shrugs turning farther for the stroking. "It is one reason I enjoy lounging in the sun."

"What's the saying? Someone is entitled to their opinion, however wrong it may be?" She blushes at the compliment. "Other people's wrong opinions don't change the fact that you are a perfect gentleman."

She's happy to oblige with the further petting. It's soothing for her, and it clearly makes him happy. "I'm sorry." She truly is. "No one should be locked away in the dark. Not for long periods of time." A pause, and then, "Thank you for letting me share your time in the sun."

"Everyone has opinions about me. I have learned to cherish the ones that are positive." He laughs again and, even as a dragon, he manages a mischievous glance. He adores when others blush. "A king is many things."

"My father would not agree." He comments as he moves his snout to rub up against her, friendly like a hug. "You can spend time with me whenever you wish. You have proven your trust in me and I will extend the same unless there is proof that I should not."

She smiles, hearing the laughter. She's not sure how a serpent can get a look like that in his eye, but he does, and it makes her laugh lightly in return. "A king may be many things, but a king is always a gentleman. All the kings I've known are." Granted, that's a total of three now, but both Beast and Ben are good kings, and definitely gentlemen. She has no reason to think this serpent isn't a good king.

Her smile widens when he rubs against her with his snout. That is a definite show of trust. "Thank you; I'd like that." She continues petting and sighs, her thoughts turning to what he's said about his father. "Parents can be strange. My mom would sometimes do that, shut me in the closet if I were being too rambunctious, or not poised enough for her liking. I hated it. It took me ages to learn that when I cried, I stayed in there longer. Crying made my face puffy and my eyes red, and that wasn't allowed."

"We have our moments when we are not but that is usually by request." He winked at her. ".. or in the face of an enemy, which is far more common than the former unfortunately."

"I am sorry." And that is true sympathy, enough that the words have the emotion attached enough that it could be possible to feel them. "I endured similar on a grander scale."

He pulls back to look at her and grins. "It sounds like your mother has forgotten the appeal of a damsel in distress, though I suppose, as expected, I would not play the dragon part as the stories are told."

She blushes again. "Point taken."

Feeling the emotion, rather than just hearing it expressed, takes her a little by surprise, and she pauses briefly in her petting of his feathers. To know for certain that someone means what they say like this.... It's incredible. "It's awful that parents do that to their kids."

And then, he's grinning, trying to cheer her up. She smiles back. "Oh, mom knows. But there's a difference between crying and pretty crying. She wanted the latter. The single streak from each eye that slides down the cheeks, no forehead creases, no horrible sounds, and no need to blow your nose." She shakes her head, remembering. "What part would you like to play in the story of a damsel in distress?"

"I do hope my own would have something better to say of me." He mentions it but in his heart he knows he's been better than his own father at the very least.

"I find pretty crying to be a signal to leave. It is a manipulation, at the heart." Lucifer shook his head. "Emotions are ugly things sometimes. There is beauty and courage in someone willing to get ugly with them when it is appropriate."

When relaxed, Lucifer laughs easily. "The one that breaks the system?"

"That's all anyone can hope for, to do better for their kids than their parents did for them." She sighs. "One day, when I'm a mom, I'm going to keep all of that in mind, so I don't make the same mistakes. I'll make different ones."

She nods. "That was the point, the manipulation. That's what she wanted me to be able to do. I can do it, but I don't like it. I'm not exactly someone who hides how I feel, especially not in Auradon."

The laughter brings another smile to her face. "Sounds perfect to me. I have no desire to be a damsel in distress. Not when I can fight back."

"I am sure you will be a good mother." He finally lifted his head. "Sometimes it appears those with the worst parents become the best parents when they have their own children. They give their children what they so desperately wanted but never received."

"I will when situation calls for it but I value honesty too much to hide what I think or feel."

Lucifer laughs even more at the comment. "We are all the distressing damsel at least once. It is what teaches us that we need to learn to fight. I have always had a preference for partners too fiery to be subdued."

"Thank you." She shuts her eyes for a moment, and nods. "That's a lot of it. And it's what I'm trying to do for Dizzy and the other younger VKs - without being overly mom-ish. I want them to have a good experience here, and feel safe and welcome.

"Do what you've gotta do to survive. I get that. But I don't like hiding my feelings, either. Especially now that I don't have to in order to stay safe."

She laughs with him this time. "I like that way of thinking about it. It makes being damseled sound way more empowering than it feels."

"I have many that I have been called to do that for. I am Father to my people more than King some days."

The dragon shook his head, ruff of feathers around his neck rising. "I have survived by being annoyingly blunt."

His feathers lowered and he sighs with disappointment. "It is despairing that the need for aid is considered so weak. A damsel in distress is nothing more than someone who is in a situation they cannot deal with themselves."

Her hand pauses when she sees the ruff go up around his neck. She doesn't want to make him upset. "That reminds me of my friend Uma. She's very upfront about her opinions, and doesn't pull punches, verbally or otherwise."

Once his fathers settle, she resumes petting, sitting in silence a moment while she thinks. "That's a good point. I think it's the connotation of the phrase. 'Damsel', at least how I've heard it, is someone who doesn't even try to help themselves, or ask for help. It's someone who sits, resigned, and waits on the off-chance that someone will rescue them or help them. And not someone who's like sick or dying or otherwise incapacitated. Someone who could try to help themselves or ask for help, but just doesn't. It's the complacency implied in the word 'damsel' that makes it unappealing to use. I don't think there's any shame or weakness in asking for help. That's someone realizing they're in over their head and trying to get out. But, at least here, we don't use 'damsel' to mean a person like that."

"It is disappointing sometimes how negative humans turn words. A damsel is an unmarried woman, originally, particularly an unmarried woman of interest to the person calling her a damsel. That is why a knight always saves her and they marry, the lost meaning of saving the person who means something to you and a moment for a young man to prove he will give his life for the daughter of someone else."

Lucifer lays his head down to rest again. "By your definition I have encountered far more holy men that are distressing damsels than women. As a divine being you see many who would have you do for them when they do not do for themselves. It is one of the main reasons beings like me are bound into slavery by humans. We are used to do what they will not do themselves."

"It's a lovely idea. All languages shift over time, though, and if anyone were to use damsel now, the original meaning would not be what people assumed someone meant. It's like the way we use 'wicked' to mean something worthy of praise."

She smiles as he settles back down, then frowns slightly as he continues speaking. "I'm sorry that's happened to you. No one should be bound like that and forced to do something against their will that another doesn't have the guts to do themselves." It sounds a lot like Maleficent's goblins, or any of the other magical beings she knows have been bound - the Genie Aladdin freed, the demon in her mother's mirror.

"It is something the ancient endure. We see things we cherished turned to negative with time. There is a long pattern of the traditional becoming the evil for the next generations or the next civilization." Lucifer had been among the things which had turned evil over time. "There are so many humans now that, to an immortal, the meanings change in time that we see as you would minutes."

"They are sorry as well." His head turns enough so one eye can look at her. "It is the effect of the changing story. When you become defined as corrupted or evil there is less protest to your caging. There are many who believe I should be caged now that a majority believe me to be evil."

"That is something I know from experience." There's a hint of bitterness in her voice. "The previous king, and all his contemporaries, banished all the people they thought were 'evil' to an island and sealed it with a magical barrier. After resurrecting half of them just so they could vanquish them again - my mom included. I was born on the Isle and grew up on the Isle, because of something my mom did that she'd theoretically already paid for with her life. Because the 'good' people didn't think it was justice unless the 'bad' people had to suffer.

Not that I'm not grateful to be alive. Please don't misunderstand that. But how cruel is it to bring someone back to life for the sole purpose of imprisoning them and taking away their powers and their rights? If it weren't for the new king - the old king's son - me and all my friends would still be trapped on that island, behind a magic barrier, living on scraps brought by barge once a week and fought over by everyone trapped."

She grows tense as she speaks, and that bitterness is more pronounced. "And they're very sorry. But never once in the entire time we were there did they think about us, our safety, our education, our lives, until the current king said that children of 'villains' shouldn't be punished for their parents' crimes. That was the start, and if his parents had given him a hard no, it would have been the end.

Every single one of us is capable of 'good' or 'evil', or anything in between. It's a matter of perspective, and the morals the society determines. It's ridiculous. Why should you be caged? Why should any of us?" She's been thinking about this a lot lately, and she doesn't like the conclusions that she's been coming to.

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