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" ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ "
By: @amir_foo
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Valkyrie time. #photomanipulation #photoshop #photography #work #valkyrie #fantasy
Elementos - Mar. Impresión analógica cubirta de sal cristalizada de agua del mar. A partir de la obra de Cesar Manrique, artista y activista canario, he creado esta serie para reflexionar sobre la manera en que el hombre se ha apropiado la isla y el territorio y cómo lo ha modificado, destruyendolo sin vergüenza. La naturaleza aquí se venga sobre el soporte mismo a través de cada uno de los elementos claves de Canaria que son el mar, la tierra y el fuego. #cesarmanrique #manrique #conceptual #arte #art #photomanipulation #intervention #analogprint #oldprocess #conceptualart https://www.instagram.com/p/BxrYjOzotpm/?igshid=wdf3xgrqg7uo
Elementos - Tierra Impresión analógica rayada con barro y piedras del sitio. A partir de la obra de Cesar Manrique, artista y activista canario, he creado esta serie para reflexionar sobre la manera en que el hombre se ha apropiado la isla y el territorio y cómo lo ha modificado, destruyendolo sin vergüenza. La naturaleza aquí se venga sobre el soporte mismo a través de cada uno de los elementos claves de Canaria que son el mar, la tierra y el fuego. #cesarmanrique #manrique #conceptual #arte #art #photomanipulation #intervention #analogprint #oldprocess #conceptualart https://www.instagram.com/p/BxrYtt2oTZ2/?igshid=1aogoaaedoqf
Elementos - Fuego. Impresión analógica quemada con gaz doméstico. A partir de la obra de Cesar Manrique, artista y activista canario, he creado esta serie para reflexionar sobre la manera en que el hombre se ha apropiado la isla y el territorio y cómo lo ha modificado, destruyendolo sin vergüenza. La naturaleza aquí se venga sobre el soporte mismo a través de cada uno de los elementos claves de Canaria que son el mar, la tierra y el fuego. #cesarmanrique #manrique #conceptual #arte #art #photomanipulation #intervention #analogprint #oldprocess #conceptualart https://www.instagram.com/p/BxrY_ccI_qo/?igshid=gi2yqb9rxi5a
Turkish hunk hypnotized by King Delerion
Emir slumped heavily onto the couch in his apartment, exhausted after a long day of work. His black shirt was open on his chest, revealing the fatigue he felt not only in his body, but in his soul. His dark eyes were lost somewhere on the ceiling, searching for a rest that always seemed elusive.
But what Emir didn't know was that that night the real exhaustion wouldn't come from work, but from something much darker and more seductive.
From the darkness of the room, a slender and elegant figure watched with a wicked smile on his lips. It was Delerion, always on the lookout, waiting for the right moment. He had studied Emir, had followed him, and knew that tonight was the perfect opportunity to add this robust man to his collection of servants.
The sorcerer moved a hand gracefully, and out of nowhere a green sphere appeared that began to shine with a soft and seductive glow, floating in the air. The greenish glow began to fill the room, drawing Emir’s attention, who lifted his head in exhaustion and bewilderment. The muscles in his chest tensed slightly, but it was clear that the man was already falling under Delerion’s spell.
Emir’s eyes, once filled with determination, were now empty and wide open, captured by the glow of the sphere. He tried to struggle, to stand up, but his body sank deeper and deeper into the couch, as if the hypnotic energy was paralyzing him completely.
“No… who…?” he stammered, but his voice cracked.
Delerion smiled as he approached, his steps stealthy and controlled.
“Who am I?” he said, reveling in Emir’s desperation. “I am the one who will give you what you truly need. Pleasure, Emir. The pleasure of serving me and letting out your hidden lust.”
Emir kept his gaze firmly on the sphere, his resistance crumbling. The glow of the green sphere filled his mind, emptying every thought.
“Pleasure…” he repeated, almost like a distant echo.
His chest slowly relaxed, his body giving in completely to the unspoken commands.
Delerion leaned over him, his face very close to Emir’s, who remained paralyzed.
“That’s it, Emir… your will no longer belongs to you. You belong to me.”
Emir gulped, his breathing slower, deeper.
“Yes… I… belong to you…”
The sorcerer smiled widely, with undeniable satisfaction.
“Say it again,” he ordered in a soft but authoritative voice.
Emir, now completely submerged in the haze of hypnosis, answered without hesitation:
“I belong to you… master…”
“That’s it… my good slave. Soon you will fully understand. Soon, you will be just an extension of my will. You will only live to serve me, to worship me, like all the others.” Delerion warned.
Emir nodded weakly, unable to resist, unable to do anything but give in to that dark power.
"Yes... I will... just live for... you..."
Kaa and the stylish businessman
Karl had heard the rumors. Everyone had. The media couldn’t stop talking about a hypnotizing snake lurking around the city, preying on unsuspecting men, taking control of their minds. It was a story that had caused a stir among businessmen and influential figures, but Karl didn’t believe the creature could reach him. Not in his office, not in his space of power.
However, when the door gently opened, letting in a strangely warm breeze, he knew. A serpentine figure slithered inside, and his worst fears materialized. There stood Kaa, the same snake that had been the focus of recent headlines, his eyes already beginning to swirl in hypnotic spirals of color.
Karl immediately frowned, fear and disgust twitching every muscle in his face. His jaw tightened, and his first reaction was pure revulsion.
“You…” he snapped, his deep voice filled with disgust. How dare you come in here? I will not fall for your games.
Kaa moved forward slowly, his movements smooth and precise, as if he savored every second. His eyes shone with a glow that grew more and more hypnotic as he came closer. Despite the threat he posed, he kept a satisfied smile on his face.
“Ohhh... Karl…” Kaa whispered in a drawling voice, filling the air with his hypnotic cadence. “I knew it would be interesssting to meet you... And now that I am here... I know... you will love... my company.”
Karl stepped back slightly, raising a hand in an attempt to stop the snake. He knew what would come next if he did not act quickly, but something inside him kept him frozen in place. His disgust was palpable, but so was the growing feeling that, perhaps, he had no escape now.
“Don’t come closer…” he warned, but his voice sounded less firm than before, as if even his words were losing strength.
“Poor Kaaaarl…” Kaa murmured, coming even closer, stopping right in front of him. “You know what I can do… and yet… you try to resssissst… But you and I both know that no one can resssissst…”
Kaa’s eyes began to shine more brightly, the colorful spirals now completely filling Karl’s vision. Although he tried to look away, his pupils were inevitably drawn into the hypnotic twists. With each passing second, he felt his distrust slowly dissolve, replaced by a feeling of lethargy and emptiness. He knew what was happening, but he couldn’t help it.
“No… I won’t…” Karl tried to speak, but his words were caught in his throat. His once sharp and resilient mind was now overrun by the colors dancing in his eyes, filling every corner of his consciousness.
Kaa bowed his head with an expression of triumph. There was no need for him to say more. Karl's will was rapidly crumbling, his body, which still maintained an upright and tense posture, began to visibly relax.
"Yeeeeeesss... Karl..." the snake whispered, savoring every syllable. "Let yourssself go..."
Karl's eyes, now completely captured by Kaa's coils, lost any trace of resistance. His breathing slowed, his mind floating in the void Kaa had created. He was defeated.
Kaa, with a satisfied smile, watched him calmly. His prey had fallen.
The stillness of the office was interrupted only by the whisper of Kaa as he smoothly slid across Karl’s body, now completely under his control. The businessman, with a fixed and empty gaze, awaited the snake’s commands, his hands lying limp in his lap.
Kaa, with a more relaxed expression but now with a mischievous glint, decided that playtime had begun. He slowly coiled around Karl’s torso, bringing his head closer to the perfectly tied knot of the businessman’s tie.
"Ssso much formality... Kaaaarl..." Kaa whispered with a sly grin. "I think it’sss time... to loosssen up a bit..."
With a fluid motion, Kaa tugged at the tie, sliding it off Karl’s neck until it came completely free, letting it drop to the floor. The man made no move to resist; his once-powerful arms remained motionless. His empty eyes followed the rhythm of Kaa’s spirals, utterly absorbed.
Kaa didn’t stop there. Slowly, he began to slide the tip of his tail toward the buttons of Karl’s shirt. With precision, he unbuttoned them one by one, starting from the top. As each button was undone, Karl’s exposed skin contrasted with the whiteness of his shirt. His pectorals began to show as the snake undressed his prey.
"Now... roll up your sssleevesss..." Kaa ordered, while his body coiled even tighter around Karl, giving him a light squeeze.
Without hesitation, Karl obeyed. His hands, as if controlled by invisible strings, began to lift the cuffs of his shirt, carefully folding them as the snake had instructed. Kaa watched with satisfaction, each of Karl’s movements only reinforcing his power over him.
"Yesss... now you’re ready... for more..." Kaa whispered, encircling Karl with his body, rubbing against his skin as he toyed with his prey, savoring the absolute control.
The businessman, who at one point would have epitomized power and authority, was now nothing more than a puppet in the snake’s hands. The colors in his eyes continued to swirl, deepening his trance. Kaa reveled in the control, letting his scales brush against Karl’s skin, sliding his body over him, while the man remained completely subdued, growing more relaxed and willing to fulfill any desire Kaa might have.
The snake, pleased with the progress, let out a soft whisper.
"Let’sss play a little more... my dear Kaaaarl..."
Trent's bretrayed and hypnotized
Emir had successfully completed the mission Delerion had entrusted to him. Now, his best friend Trent stood before him, bound and gagged, struggling uselessly against the ropes that imprisoned him. His eyes, filled with fury and terror, kept shooting him glances that burned him from the depths of his soul. Emir knew he had betrayed him, but Delerion's will was absolute, unbreakable.
"My lord," Emir said, bowing before Delerion, who entered the dungeon with his elegant gait, his staff shining in his hand, "I have brought my friend as you ordered."
Delerion smiled, his expression full of mockery and cruelty. He approached the prisoner, his steps echoing on the cold stones of the floor, and with a simple gesture, he released the gag from Trent's mouth. Feeling the freedom on his lips, he was quick to spit out his frustration.
"If this is a joke, it's not fucking funny, Emir!" he shouted, his voice vibrating with fury and bewilderment.
Delerion laughed softly, an icy laugh that filled the air with an almost palpable tension. "A joke? Oh, Trent, you don't seem to understand. Emir didn't betray you... he simply found his place. He knows who his true master is."
Trent tried to struggle once more, but the ropes were too strong. "What have you done to make Emir behave like this? Son of a bitch!"
Delerion cut him off with a simple gesture of his hand. "Emir, dear, gag your friend again. He can't seem to control his tongue."
Without a word, Emir complied, placing the gag back over Trent's mouth, who tried to resist, but to no avail. His eyes filled with a mixture of hatred and despair, looking at his former friend, now turned into an obedient slave.
Delerion walked toward the exit as if to leave the room, and Emir followed closely behind, submissive. "Wait a moment, Emir," the sorcerer said, stopping. "Don't go yet. Watch as I subdue your friend."
Delerion raised his staff and, with a soft whisper, conjured the hypnotic green light. The floating orb began to glow in front of Trent, pulsing with seductive energy. Trent frowned, trying to look away, but to no avail. The light had him trapped.
"What is this?" Trent thought, his breathing quickening. He didn't understand what he was seeing, but the strange sensation that was beginning to envelop his mind confused him. He tried to struggle, but his thoughts were beginning to cloud.
From a distance, Delerion and Emir watched, the former with a triumphant smile and the latter with an obedient stillness, totally under the sorcerer's control.
Trent slowly stopped struggling. His shoulders relaxed and his eyes focused on the green light floating in front of him. His breathing, once labored, became slow and deep. There was no fury anymore, only the urge to obey.
From the dungeon stairs, Delerion watched as Trent, with his back to the exit, no longer struggled or moved. The hypnotic light had disappeared, the spell having worked once more. Delerion stepped closer, releasing the ropes and gag with a wave of his hand. “Now, Trent,” the sorcerer whispered with a smile, “tell me, who do you obey?”
Trent, his gaze vacant, slowly rose, now a completely transformed man, and answered in a submissive, almost mechanical voice, “I obey you… master.”
Delerion reveled in his new conquest, gently caressing Trent’s cheek as Emir watched in silence. Both men,
under his complete control, were ready to follow him to his bedchamber.
"Come, my beautiful slaves," Delerion ordered, his smile victorious as he climbed the dungeon stairs and the two men followed him, obedient, heading towards a destiny marked by lust and total submission.
Hypnotizing the host
After weeks of being confined to his palace, Delerion decided he needed a break from his usual domain. Although he loved his harem, he missed interacting with people other than hypnotized slaves a little. But that, over time, became predictable, monotonous. He needed something different: people who were not under his influence… at least not yet. He knew that Jamal, one of his most faithful slaves, had a rather hectic social life when he was not in the palace. So, taking advantage of the fact that Jamal had been invited to the inauguration of his friend Marco's new house, Delerion decided it was the perfect opportunity to get out of his routine and mix with the real world again. Jamal, always obedient, took him as his companion. Delerion carefully chose his outfit for the occasion, obviously he was not going to go as a sorcerer. He opted for something more "earthly", although in his style: a tight black leather jacket that gave a casual but dominant image. That night he would introduce himself to Jamal's friends under the fake name Dean. Upon arriving, Delerion could see the curious glances from the other guests. Jamal was known for surrounding himself with more "posh" and formal people, so his appearance stood out among the expensive suits and well-polished looks of the other guests. However, Delerion didn't mind drawing a little attention to himself, in fact he enjoyed the subtle discomfort it caused. But what really captured his interest was Marco. Jamal's friend, host for the evening and owner of the new house, was exactly the kind of man Delerion was drawn to: handsome, muscular, robust, with a tight blue shirt that highlighted his shoulders and chest in an almost perfect way. As the evening progressed, Delerion realized that, despite his attempts to avoid it, he couldn't help but feel a growing attraction towards Marco. The conversations were fluid and lively, and to his surprise, Marco turned out to be a very nice guy. The night progressed, and after several glasses of wine and much laughter in the living room, Delerion and Marco ended up in the kitchen, away from the rest. The conversation was still friendly, but Delerion felt that the attraction between them was beginning to create a palpable tension, although he knew very well that Marco was straight, according to what he had heard in the previous conversations. Marco poured two more glasses of wine and turned to Delerion, who was watching him with a smile that seemed to hide something else. “Where did you get that shirt?” Delerion said, his eyes scanning the blue shirt Marco was wearing. “It looks great on you.” Marco let out a small laugh, a little uncomfortable but flattered. “Thanks. To be honest, I didn’t know what to wear. Jamal suggested this to me… He has good taste, doesn’t he?” Delerion raised an eyebrow, amused. “Oh, yes, he has excellent taste.” —Delerion smiled mischievously, knowing full well that Jamal's "good taste" had been shaped by his own magic. —Did you know that I taught him that "talent"? Marco laughed, not understanding the reference. "Really? I didn't know you were a stylist too." Delerion looked at him with a dark smile, moving a little closer. "Not exactly. I have other… more special talents." With a quick movement, a sphere of green light began to form between Delerion's fingers, floating in the air. Marco frowned, looking at it curiously. "Huh? What kind of wine did I pour?" he asked, incredulous. Delerion leaned closer, his eyes locked on Marco's.
"Oh, this is not the wine…" The sphere of green light floated right in front of Marco's eyes, gently pulsing with a hypnotic rhythm that trapped him. Marco tried to look away, but couldn't. He was too mesmerized by the light. “It’s… fascinating…” he murmured, not realizing his will was slipping away. Delerion smiled, knowing he already had him. “Don’t worry, Marco… Just relax and watch it. Let your mind calm down… don’t think…” Marco tried to respond, but his words faded into a murmur, as his body began to give in to Delerion’s control. “Dean…” he whispered with soft acceptance. Delerion leaned even closer, whispering in Marco’s ear. “Don’t worry, Marco. You just have to obey.” The word “obey” hung in the air, and with that, Marco surrendered entirely, his gaze empty, his body relaxed, completely submissive to Delerion’s will. “Yes… obey…” Marco replied, his voice emotionless. Delerion slid a hand down Marco's firm chest, enjoying the feel of his new conquest. "Now, you are mine. Your will belongs to me." "I am... yours... master," Marco replied, totally submissive. Delerion smiled, enjoying his unexpected conquest. Satisfied, he led Marco back to the living room, certain that no one but him knew what had really just happened in that kitchen.
Gaston hypnotized by Jafar
It was a dark, cold night in the woods near Gaston's village. The hunter, arrogant as ever, was returning from a hunt with his chest puffed out with pride. However, as he entered the clearing, a tall, dark figure was waiting for him by the roadside. Jafar, his cloak billowing and his scepter glinting in the moonlight, watched Gaston's every move.
"What are you doing here, Jafar?" Gaston asked, stopping, suspicious. He knew the sorcerer and knew that nothing good came from his presence.
Jafar smiled, an enigmatic and dangerous smile.
"I come to offer you an alliance, Gaston. Together we could rule more than just a village... we could have the world at our feet," Jafar said, his voice seductive and velvety.
Gaston laughed.
"You and me?" he said mockingly. "I'm not interested in allying myself with someone like you. I'm not stupid, Jafar." I have heard your stories... your obsession with men. I have no part in that.
Jafar's eyes narrowed. He knew Gaston would not be easily manipulated, at least not with words. But he had not come this far to be told no by an ego-inflated hunter.
"Ah, Gaston... always so sure of yourself. But, perhaps you do not know what power truly is..." Jafar said softly as he raised his scepter, the golden reflection of the snake shining in the dim light.
Gaston's eyes instinctively moved to the scepter, unwillingly drawn to the glow. Before he could react, the hypnotic light began to envelop him, slithering through his mind like a snake through undergrowth.
"Look at me, Gaston... do not resist... and listen closely..." Jafar whispered.
"I am listening closely..." Gaston repeated, his voice lower, tone muffled.
“You will be mine… you will be part of my court… a loyal and obedient servant…” Jafar continued, his smile widening as Gaston’s eyes began to glow with that familiar reddish color.
“I will be yours… part of your court… loyal… obedient…” Gaston repeated, his characteristic voice now hollow, his hardened features softening under the sorcerer’s magic.
“You will no longer have to worry about resisting, Gaston… now, you will obey me without question.” Jafar brought the scepter a little closer, consolidating control.
“I will not worry about resisting… I will obey you… without question…” Gaston murmured, now completely under Jafar’s control.
Jafar, satisfied, lowered the scepter and gently caressed the cheek of his new acquisition.
“Well done, my dear Gaston.” From now on, you will be mine... and I will take you to Agrabah, where you will serve in my harem... eternally," Jafar said with a satisfied gleam in his eyes.
"I will be yours... I will serve in your harem... eternally..." Gaston repeated, his will completely nullified.
With a twist of his cape and a puff of dark smoke, Jafar and his new servant disappeared, leaving behind only the silence of the woods. Now, the proud hunter would become just another piece of Jafar's sinister plan in Agrabah.
Dimitri hypnotized by Jafar
The grand hall of Empress Dagmar's palace was illuminated by the golden light of oil lamps, filling the air with a warm glow. Dimitri, who had come to visit Princess Anastasia, was walking through its luxurious halls, the same Dimitri who had been a con man, was now the boyfriend of the Empress's reappeared granddaughter and his life was filled with calm.
But that calm would be shattered very soon.
Jafar, his stealthy figure covered by his dark cloak, had penetrated the palace's defenses. Like a shadow, he had gone unnoticed by everyone. He knew that the last artifact he needed to increase his hypnotic powers was hidden in some chamber of the palace, kept secret by Empress Dagmar. He couldn't risk being discovered, so he decided to find someone within the palace who could do his dirty work for him. Someone like Dimitri, with a past of cunning and deceit.
Jafar emerged from the shadows and walked over to where Dimitri stood alone. His tall, menacing figure made Dimitri turn immediately, recognizing the villain from the stories he had heard of Aladdin.
"Jafar..." Dimitri said the name dismissively. "I don't care what you're doing here, but I assure you that you won't get away unscathed if you keep going."
"Ah, Dimitri, my dear boy..." Jafar replied, drawing out the syllables as if he enjoyed the tension he had caused. "I'm not looking for trouble, I just need... a favor."
Dimitri narrowed his eyes, wary. His instincts told him to walk away.
"You know I don't do favors for guys like you. Besides, I don't want any trouble with the Empress. If you leave now, no one will know you were here. Otherwise, I'll have to call the guards."
Jafar let out a sinister chuckle and raised his snake scepter, slowly bringing it closer to Dimitri's face. The reptile's eyes began to glow, casting an eerie glow into the young man's eyes.
"No, Dimitri. You will not call anyone... What you will do is very simple." Jafar's voice became soft, hypnotic. "You will bring me the artifact that is hidden in this palace... the artifact that I need..."
Dimitri tried to back away, but his eyes met those of the scepter, and his body began to lose its tension. The glow of the snake's eyes enveloped him, slowly extinguishing his will. He tried to fight, but he could not look away.
"I will bring you... the artifact... that you need..." Dimitri repeated, his voice now robotic and monotonous.
"Yes... You will be my faithful servant... you will bring it to me without anyone knowing," Jafar continued, enjoying watching Dimitri's mind bend to his power.
"I will bring it to you... without anyone knowing..." Dimitri muttered, completely dominated.
"Now go," Jafar ordered. "Look for it in the Empress's secret chamber. You will not stop until you find it."
"I will not stop... until I find it..."
Dimitri, his eyes glassy and empty, turned and began to walk through the halls of the palace, as if an invisible force was guiding him. He was not aware of his actions, he only obeyed.
Jafar followed at a safe distance, watching as Dimitri headed without hesitation towards a large door at the end of a dark corridor. The young man, under the influence of the spell, opened the door effortlessly, revealing the Empress's secret chamber. There, in the center, surrounded by a dim magical light, rested the artifact that Jafar desired: an ancient jewel, embedded in a carved pedestal.
Dimitri stepped forward without hesitation, taking the jewel and placing it in his hands, handing it over to Jafar without resistance.
“Here you have… the artifact you need…” Dimitri said, his voice completely devoid of emotion.
Jafar took the artifact, his face showing a smile of triumph. The magic contained within the jewel would increase his already fearsome hypnotic abilities, making him practically invincible. But not only that. There was a new “prize” in his possession: Dimitri.
“You have done well, Dimitri… Now you will be mine forever.” Jafar raised the scepter again, and Dimitri’s eyes shone brightly as his mind fell even deeper into trance.
“I will be yours… forever…” Dimitri repeated, completely subdued.
“Perfect. Now, accompany me to Agrabah. There, you will join my other servants… forever at my side.” —Jafar chuckled as he led the hypnotized Dimitri out of the palace, his newest acquisition for his growing harem of hypnotized slaves.
Dimitri walked meekly behind him, putting up no resistance, unaware that his fate was now sealed as a slave under Jafar's will.