#MIND LINK
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To my knowledge, this is the first time ever the telepathic link between Kirk and Spock appears in Star Trek media. It's from "Shell Game", a british comic published in 1973. (And yes, those are giant snails behind Kirk).
After this, their mind link would appear in the short story "Mind-Sifter", first published in a 1975 fanzine, and then collected in "The New Voyages" book. Most famous is its appearance in Roddenberry's TMP novelization.
It's curious how different, unrelated authors came to the same conclusion that Kirk and Spock should share their minds across space ("never and always touching and touched", you know), even when this never happened in the series. Though it's possible Roddenberry was inspired by "The New Voyages" book, since he wrote the intro.
PS. Feel free to add corrections to this info if you know of some earlier examples.
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Gotham City By Hypnosis
Bruce Wayne’s Wayne Tech company is off to a sizzling ending to the day when the ole building alarm alert system came on blaring loudly.
Bruce loses his mind getting up as the doors seal closed completely with the window and the steel shuddering all the way down locks them in place.
Bruce panics when his officer walks slide to the side of the room as Superman and good toe shoes Captain America waltz into the room.
“What are you two doing here?”
“We are here to offer assistance if you want.”
“Why lie? We are here to arrest you menace of Gotham.”
“Hilarious! My city is well protected.”
“You mean preyed on”
“Clark look out”
“Kryptonite huh?”
“Does not work on me anymore?”
“What kind of magic is this “
“A wonderful treat”
“You have transformed “
“He is found his proper palace”
“Kneeling at my feet”
“Who are you?”
“Your future Master”
“I bow to no one “
“Are you aiding me or him?”
“Foolish Bruce”
“Boys reach over and collect him”
“Yank them to the side”
“Perfection! Bring him to me “
“Yes Sir”
“Yes Master “
“I shall never submit”
“I am cupping your face for sheer understanding “
“I own you, you see this device on your fore head and sleep”
“Yes Masted! Command me”
Clark and Steve lift up Bruce placing him on the desk laying him straight spreading his body turning him to the side for me to see him on fully on display.
The man placed his finger on to the altering mind control chip pressing on the center of it as the emblem on it glows extravagantly shining throughout the entire building.
Bruce falling in to a deep slumber standing on each side of him, three gleefully with a hell of a joy as a certain blue and black tight leather costumed man.
Lands on to the window sill he cracks it a bit open slipping in to catch us unknowingly but a foot hits him on pressure points and he is tumbling.
Face forward on the floor both men put a foot on him pinning him down for me to walk to him and placing the chip on his head as he going under.
A Hypnotic mind link activated linking those two together soon they both feel like the floor is breaking from under him as the two hit rock bottom.
They shift Bruce to the side leaving him next to Dick the man smooths his hands off of his face then cupping it in to a sweet long and sexy kiss.
Both guys are sitting in a chair suddenly you know they are totally strapping them both down and leaving them mindless and a absolute husk.
Clark and Steve move even closer inching to my sides they wrap over my waist kissing my neck slowly and hugging me leaving my scent on them.
“Sorry Dick”
“You will see Master is ideal “
“He is God”
“Yyyyeeesssss”
“He is everything “
“God you are both hard”
“And smiling “
“Scary”
“Yes sexy”
“Call him Master”
“Master Lawyer “
“Master! Master! Are you there?”
“Yes my pet “
“Take my hands”
“Wrap me in your arms”
“Bruce”
“Dick”
“I am your God”
“Sir Yes Sir”
“Strip me with your eyes”
“Love my glorious body it I s all we crave
“The name is Red Hood”
“Soooo”
“Bruce and Dick”
“Yes Master”
“Wake up “
“Kick his ass”
“Yes Sire”
“I do it all”
“We love you “
“Get over here Brat”
“You need a spanking “
“A proper reprogramming “
“Master needs to save you “
“Help to rehabilitate you”
“Such a lost soul”
“I am back bitches”
“Enough Jason Todd”
“Insolent young man”
“Let me go”
“Fuck you !”
“SHUT UP!”
“Punch him”
“Grab his neck”
“Kiss me”
“I categorically refuse “
“Oh yeah! Stop being so turned on”
“I am not hard”
“Look at your pants”
“Smack him again”
“Without any effort the device lites him up on his forehead and transcends him in to total enslavement.”
The end
#ben affleck#bruce wayne#batman#dick grayson#brenton thwaites#nightwing#curran walters#jason todd#red hood#mind control chip#mind link#hypnosis#mind control#hypno slave#reprogramming#hypno submission#Super Enslavement
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Dancing The Night Away
It is the night of a friends bachelor party for Henry Cavill as his he pulls up parking his car as he exists the drivers seat because his nerves are rising through the room for some reason. He easily waltz through the room as he is entering the door something goes off like a literal arson goes off in his head like day and night everything turns a full three hundred sixty degrees.The afternoon stirs on as a magical display of beauty occurs swooping over the sky in to utter darkness and the world begins to spin out of control and watch him as his head is suddenly aching. He holds it as he backs up from the crowd placing his back to the wall in searing pain as he can’t focus on anyone and anything else at all because it is like tunnel vision.He is look some fucking amazing as his eyes pop back open and he awoke coming too way to early in the morning on the veranda of this lovely veranda at the most privately exclusive hotel. He rolls off his stomach on to his back feeling so sick as he rushes over to the toilet puking his himself to near death as he stood up mindless sliding the glass door open.
This is absolutely oddity feel of sense washes over him at at ridiculous pace knowing fell well that he must be in a fever pit dream of his life on acid or speed. He finally is able to manage to pull the door aside enough for him to walk out on to the main step of the veranda in to our reality. A life well lived is one where we should be all free to be who we are he thinks as he pours himself a cup of proper hot tea thinking about a speech he could have made that night. He sits down on the patio chair left by the rail looking down at the beautiful setting of the world from the gorgeous penthouse of the hotel from up high. He stood up with the cup in his hand sipping as the wind ruffles through his hair, a cock expression took over his face. Like the lights went out in his mind as he walks over to the hotel mirror starts to pose his huge pecs and muscled toned body. He kisses both of his arms staring into the mirror at a reflection that is not following him back and in annoys he rolls his eyes in annoyance.
“Why are you in my body? Who are you ?”
“You don’t remember do you?”
“Last night!”
“Yeah! Go on”
“I was drugged “
“Someone took me to a strange laboratory “
“What so strange about it?”
“You, the place and more “
“Asshole “
“Anyway! Why do I have a tattoo?”
“It’s my secret! Sssshhhh”
“My body!”
“Uuuggghh! Fine fucker”
“The tattoo was made out of my soul”
“It’s attachment means…”
“You are in me”
“We share a body “
“We are one “
“Yeah we are one “
“Yeah babe”
“Remember of course ?”
“Obviously “
“Take my body for a spin”
“You don’t mine?”
“It’s ours “
“Do me a favor?”
“Go to sleep “
“Yyyeeessss”
“Permanently!”
“Mwahahahahaha “
“God this body is Godly”
“I will make everyone squirm “
“Get bigger “
“Look hotter “
“Change his attitude “
“He can’t do anything to stop me”
“Or prevent me”
“Watch me do my magic”
“Sure have fun”
“You agree “
“Go to town”
“Let’s check out your clothes “
“Ugh! Are you some goody two shoes?”
“Geez! I heard you were a cad”
“What no? A few mistakes “
“That a lie! You are a loathsome fool”
“I am loathsome”
“Mwahahahahaha! Yeah! You are wild “
“Love to party”
“Gay as hell”
“Love to dance “
“Show off body “
“Grow huge”
“Make everyone jealous “
“So damn conceited “
“A nice white tee”
“Tight jeans”
“My ass is popping “
“Look at this globe”
“I want to grope it
“Just fine”
“Better watch it out “
“I’ll poke your eyes out”
“Haha”
“I am shaking my ass”
“So plump”
“Hell yeah!”
“Check it out”
“The less clothes the better “
“Fuck me”
“Oh! Let me drop it “
“I am so hard “
“DAMN!”
the end
#henry cavill#date night#mind control#hypnosis#win a trip of a lifetime#birthday bash#private meeting#reprogramming#Twilight#bachelor party#mind link
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New piece for my Ocean's Echo fan characters! Masterpost here.
Saelin Cor had long since stopped judging the people around him for the stray, incidental thoughts that flitted past his awareness like minnows. A lot of them were just silly and shallow. Many were unreasonable - petty, unfair, disproportionately angry.
Most people knew it, too. It just wasn’t something anybody could help.
What mattered the deeper patterns of thought that Saelin had to focus on to sense. Actual intention, action and deliberate choices.
Saelin could quite happily judge people on those.
Davi had just had a whole morning full of briefings and seminars. It would have been nice if Saelin could be excused from that kind of thing, since Davi would send him all the information he needed to know and nobody ever asked his opinion. People rarely even acknowledged him where he sat beside Davi (or sometimes slightly behind, which felt just great). But that didn’t seem to be allowed.
Now, as they walked down the corridor into the mess hall, past the streams of military personnel, Saelin took a deep breath and steadied himself against the flash and flutter of hungry, thirsty, I can’t believe he did that, ugh what is taking this bitch so long, wow look at them, longing…
“If you go get the food, I’ll get coffee,” Davi said, turning away.
A quick scan of the crowded mess hall didn’t detect any of the handful of people he knew, so Saelin didn’t have any real cause to object to Davi’s assumption that they’d sit together. Probably with some of the other pilots, none of whom were synced except Davi. Fantastic. Exactly what I need.
Saelin wove his way between the crowds of people, through the billowing clouds of noise that nobody but him ever perceived, towards the food lines.
… did she see me, Lights my back hurts, for fuck’s sake not this guy again…
And it was then, collecting his tray and weaving his way through the crowd, that Saelin realised he had gone all day without once consciously thinking about the sync bond or the looming counterweight of Davi Antrell’s mind on the other end of it.
It was just… there. He had not thought about it.
He wanted to throw the tray in his hands. The urge, the need to do it rose up in his chest and made his hands tremble; he wanted to dump its contents on the ground and fling the whole thing as hard and as far away from him as possible. Maybe it’d break. He wanted to break it against the ground, and scream or cry, and run. To break something, to make noise, to show some kind of external sign of the horror and grief and rejection that pressed against his skin. No. No. No. Can’t.
He’d been here for six months.
And this was normal now.
Saelin took a deep breath, resettled the weight of the tray in his hands, and resumed walking. Probably the mugs and bowls wouldn’t have broken anyway, he told himself distantly. Not the way he wanted them to.
He was aware of the sync bond now. So was Davi; there was no way he wouldn’t have felt that sudden tempest of emotion. Here he was now, sliding alarm, inquiry and concern down the bond.
Saelin pushed back, more firmly than he probably should have. No need. Wait.
When Saelin slid the tray onto the table and dropped into the seat beside him, Davi frowned at him.
“What was that?” he asked, aloud, but under his breath.
“Nothing,” Saelin said.
Irritated concern pulsed across the sync. “Did somebody say something to you?”
The protective edge to the question was annoying. “No.”
“Saelin…” Davi glanced behind Saelin, his eyes scanning across the crowded mess hall. “Don’t pretend you didn’t flip out just now. If somebody did or said something, you need to tell me about it.”
No, I don’t, Saelin wanted to say. In fact, if I were being bullied, telling you so you could pull rank on whoever it is would probably not result in anyone thinking better of me.
The murmuring of thoughts pressed in around Saelin, distracting him from the conversation. Someone two tables back was engaged in a furious argument with the supervisor they’d just left, sitting alone and stabbing a fork at their meal viciously.
The non-synced pilot sitting across from Davi was carefully keeping his face blank and wondering with queasy fascination about the sync bond and what it felt like.
“Agent Thirty-two…”
He needed to give more than this, he realised, Davi didn’t respond well if Saelin gave him nothing.
He sighed, put his hands up to massage his temples as if they hurt. They didn’t, yet. “Nobody said or did anything wrong,” he managed to say. “I just - it’s just one of those days. Nearly dropped something, and I just... Overreacting to minor inconveniences. You know how it is.”
Davi’s face cleared slowly. “Okay,” he said. “Yeah, I get it.”
That was an odd thing about this. Saelin had thought, when this began, that the sync bond would let Davi hear his thoughts the way he heard everybody else’s. That it would convey reader powers onto Davi somehow, even if it was just Saelin it worked on.
It didn’t. Unless they were sunk really deep into the sync, one bilobed mind with the ship as its metal body, Davi had no more idea of what Saelin was actually thinking than anybody else did. Emotions came across if Saelin wasn’t careful, intentions sometimes, but conscious thought? No. Saelin could still lie to him.
“You always do get a bit oversensitive at lunch,” Davi said, offhandedly. “Low blood sugar or something?”
And every so often Davi would say something that showed two things simultaneously: that he was actually paying attention to Saelin’s moods and preferences. And that he no more understood what powered those moods than Saelin understood the inner workings of the coffee dispenser.
Saelin fought back another wave of grief and refusal, took a deep breath. He swiped his coffee from Davi’s tray and used it as an excuse not to speak for a moment.
Caffeine made his barriers worse, if anything. But the coffee was the way he took it; Davi remembered without asking now, just as Saelin remembered to snag an extra bread roll and ignore the dessert option when he got Davi’s food.
He kind of wished he had gotten the wrong things on purpose. But that was one of those mean, self-destructive little impulses he already knew decent people pretended they didn’t have.
He should give Davi credit for trying, should extend that little bit of grace that said ‘he didn’t mean that to come out as rude as it did, let it go’.
Saelin didn't want to.
“Or something,” he mumbled. “Sure.”
#emotional whump#Saelin#Davi#Ocean's Echo fanfic#involuntary telepathy#telepathy#nonconsensual mindlink#mind link
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Linking With Chris
Christopher Pinewell is the President and The CEO of Pinewell industries a modern Tech company that produces mini microchip and link connections.
He is my boss unfortunately for me he calls me into his office today with this stern cold expression of his face a man with a need of austerity to him.
My nerves rises up leaving me in a jittering like sensation taking over me as the elevator opens up by feet walk off onto the twenty floor of the building.
The floor’s employee’s turn to stare at me in this weird gawking sensation as I make my way down the hall to his offices at the end of the hallway.
Entering the room I knock swinging the door opens with him sitting behind his desk on his lap top a link implanted in his head trying to figure this out.
“Get in here now! This project had a heavy deadline of today, you need to prove to me this works immediately or you are fired.” He screams at me.
I sigh standing next to him wanting to punch hole in his head, using my watch I tap into an app showcasing his vitals as I pair it to the link.
It occurs to me the link has not been paired the right with the device, I inform him quickly tapping a side of his head and the device starts to rev up.
“There you go boss! Can you feel it?” I ask my boss moving back to no avail.
“Boss are you ok?” I ask waving my hand in his face.
“Yyyyeeeesssss!” He says mindlessly to mu surprise leaving me to freak out I then pair the watch again.
“Oh woah! Ready to be programmed.” Chris speaks in a monotone voice as he returns.
“Do you understand all the modifications that can happen?” I ask making sure he is aware.
“I have been modified by the mind link to do as commanded.” He continues.
“Well let’s see if I can find something very appropriate.” I add to it.
“Ahh! Perfect timing gnus script is worth a try.” I decide out loud
“I would say it was nice to know you but you know.” I inform him once more staring into his eyes with evil glint and the file would be a victory.
Throwing the file onto the desk it is so titled
the phoenix profile stamped on it with bright red letters almost like blood stains so truly accurate to the situation.
“Why should I bother feeling guilty erasing you out of existence forever? If this works out well you will be mine for all eternity my dear boss.”
“Link command extending to your current type of specifications.”
“Uploading into the system now Pinewell processing it.”
“Beginning change and processing.”
“Sir Yes Master Sir”
“At your instructions.”
The end
Getting With The Spirit
Something is off in the air as Jason Holden is called over to the mirror of his bedroom at late that night.
He is falling so deeply into a sleep like slump the window is open the air flowing into the room washing over him.
His skin is titillating with a cool sensation air over him, he wipes his face unable to fall in to a deep sleep.
A dark shadow appears in the back of the room moving closer and closer to his back in a wide state.
His hand lands on his shoulder rubbing it on and off tightly Jason jolts up in a crazy fever pitch.
A cool airy breath blows in his face inhaling into his knows seeping up his nostrils into his body the air spreads through each nerve.
Jason can’t help it letting his head bend back with his eyes pop open staring into the sky and his moth exhales carbon dioxide out once and for all.
His entirety of his body discombobulating in shocking state flailing on the floor with the ghost figure in his body compound finally exploding everywhere.
“Where am I? Who the fuck are you? Get out of my body.” He finds him barreling to the ground of his mind.
“You have fallen in deep letting him break through one shattering glass after another leaving shards.
“You are in your inner mind and I am your new owner.”
“Release me asshole, you can’t have my body, and I won’t let you.”
“Nnnnnoooooo”
“Stop struggling”
“Fuck you”
“Oh! I will”
“Nnnnooooooo”
“Aaaahhhhhhhhhh!”
“All mine!”
“Sorry Jason”
“HELP!”
“Zip it”
“You belong to me”
“Yyyyyeeeeesss”
“Own me”
The end
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YES!!! YESYESYES THAT MENTAL IMAGE EXACTLY
WE ARE THE SAME YES HAHA
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Chapters: 18/18
Fandom: Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Bruce Wayne & His Kids
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Clark Kent
Additional Tags: Mind Meld, Hive Mind, Mental Link, Psychic Bond, Cryptid Batfamily (DCU), Dark Batfamily (DCU), no beta we die like jason todd, mentioned john constantine (derogatory), Sentient Gotham City, references to past canonical sexual assault, Protective Bruce Wayne
Series: Part 1 of on the borderline
Summary:
A mysterious force connects the Batfamily's minds together.
#batman#batfam#fanfiction#fic rec#au#mind link#an interesting premise#that breeds an even more interesting plot!
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Red String
Author: Renk3r
Rated M • Published 2012 • Last updated 2015 • Word count 30k
They have finally uncovered Yami's memories, but instead of making him whole it seemed to have split him into two—and now Yuugi must deal with two personas in the Puzzle, both equally possessive and unwilling to share. What's a young man to do?
Read on FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8806839/1/Red-String
@saijspellhart says: My absolute favorite Mobiumshipping fanfic. Yami recovers his memories but upon recovering those memories it splits his soul in two. Now there is Atem in the puzzle representing his past self, and Yami in the puzzle representing his present self. And both of them have it bad for Yugi, but neither of them like to share.
It’s adorable, and lovely, and cute and funny. The characters feel so well written and fleshed out. And you can clearly see how Yami’s experiences in the present have shaped him and matured him, making him stand apart from past Atem. Poor flustered Yugi caught between a rock and two sets of teeth.
#rating:m#length:25to50k#status:wip#site:ffn#2010to2014#mobiumshipping#library#submittedrecs#canon divergence#mind link#soul rooms#sharing a body
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So I was watching Young Justice, and. The mind link is so amazing? Why do people never mention it? There's so many things you could make with it
Just, imagine.
Wally struggling not to call Robin by his real name, resulting in him cussing everyone out while he cries
Someone randomly having some very loud +18 thoughts and everyone fake-gagging at them
A member of the team has a song stuck in their head, which means that the rest also got that song stuck in their head. Cut to them fighting a supervillain while singing Let It Go. This happens at least once a week and it annoys Every One Of Them
The team getting so used to having the mind link that they can read each other's body language almost perfectly. Batman walks in on Wally and Robin making weird expression at eachother as if they were arguing but without making any sound, only for Robin to suddenly yell “you BITCH!!” as Wally laughs his ass off. This is a common occurrence
Talking shit about everyone together
Robin randomly changing languages and struggling to speak English all the time. Wally thinking very fast on accident and only realizing when someone yells at him because they can't understand him and it's making their head hurt
Accidentally making a joke after an emotional moment that they wouldn't say out loud but since they have the mind link everyone heard it and now they're trying to not laugh as the word burns around them
Dick, as Nightwing, always thinking about his little siblings and ‘have you seen how cute they are?? Have you???’ (Kaldur sighs and says: ‘yeah you tell us about three times every hour’)
Always knowing when they're upset. It took a while to learn when to stop pushing each other when they noticed someone felt upset, but they managed it
Always knowing what the others need
Being able to know what the rest of the team is thinking even with the mind link down
Kaldur has mentally sighed 50 times in a day. Yes they counted
It's extremely hard to keep secrets from one another
Wally has an identity crisis and everyone hears about it so they run as fast as they can to his room to comfort him. Robin gets there first
Robin randomly listing everyone's weaknesses, creeping them out (Wally's used to it so he didn't say anything. He found the whole thing amusing)
Being able to explain stuff incredibly well because you can just show images of whatever you're trying to talk about
Pranks
Wally rickrolling everyone at least once a week
The mind link has so many cool, funny and angsty stuff coming with it yet no one talks about it
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Two of a kind
By: WindsOfTime
Rated: Teen
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7
Word Count: 129,796
Summary:
Awesome story with a fairly unique premise. AC!Cloud hangs out in little 6 year old Cloud’s head to help him out by being a very good big brother.
Wonderful Writing and pacing. Time Travel Fix-it. Psychic Bond, two beings in one, 2 cloud strifes, secrets revealed, First Meetings, Big brother Cloud strife. It is part of a series and the second part has outside POV. Eventual Sephiroth/AC!Cloud
Author Tag: @yourdragonisinanothercastle
https://archiveofourown.org/works/5209196
#recs n tropes#fic rec#ao3#fanfiction#pov outsider#time travel fix it#time travel#big brother Cloud strife#cloud strife#sephiroth#ff7#final fantasy vii#secrets revealed#two beings in one#two beings shared#taking care of the children you chose#mind link#psychic bond#long length
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Chris
Chris Evans is in his mansion when I sneak in to his home swinging the door closed in a darkly lit hallway and only echoes are left to stir in the quiet of the night as my feet hit the staircase.I grab hold of the staircase hands slowly asI climb up the wood boards under me creak as I climb to the upstairs first step moving on toward the bedroom door taking a deep breath.
The air cools circulating as it flows through the area my right slowly grasp the bedroom door handle twisting it open as I creep in to see Chris and his new wife cuddling up in the bed.It makes me sick to see it so I had to jump in to action as I close it as steady as possible then lock it swerving on my feet to face them and I drop my bag to the floor putting on my disguise.
A mask, gloves and a jacket to boot doing it I unzip my jacket pocket to the side reaching for the needle in my hand and I push the tip upward letting a few spirts in to the air to see if it works.I lean down injecting the needle into his wife first happily I walk past her side to the room closet closing it after some inspection I side by Chris kneeling down and inject him as well.
Quickly placing a mini chip on his forehead I saw it immediately begin to bright up with a glow in a blue haze soon transferring to his eyes and he is now motionless under my absolute control.The device send a sensational charge down his spine causing a chain reaction in his hot body the whole this crackles with bought of lightening and it revels up his soul is fully in absorbed.
I smirk walking to the wall digging in to his pocket he starts to uses chalk to draw a door on the wall I create the image getting even brighter and then knock on the door swiftly.A real door forms as I open it for these two big strong strapping men into the bedroom I point to the bed just in time to see a blue print of Chris projected in to the room and become real.
The men pick Chris up taking him form the room leaving the clone to kiss me the he sadly lays in bed with his wife falling asleep now in a new life.We bid adieu plopping the real Chris on to a bed in my laboratory, strapping him down as I apply pressure to the mini chip and the mini device circulating over and reprogram him.
“Sorry Mr. Evans I have coveted this body for so long.”
“You complain too much about your life.”
“I’ll fix it! You can be my loyal servant in the business.”
“A empty void of obedience “
“Your clone can do and be everything…”
“I am not…can’t do .” Chris huffs in bliss.
“I bet you feared failing “
“Believing the marriage won’t work”
“Your clone will keep that promise “
“No will ever know “
“I am your only purpose and desire”
“How may I serve you ?”
Sebastian
Sebastian Stan lays in his hotel room luxury bed half a sleep on fumes from a late night on the set and does not expect a break in at midnight.A strange crashes into his room roll on the carpet as the glass falls shattering in shards in the millions causes him to jolt upward in his bed.
Raising up to his feet the man has a crooked smile across his face, a small spray canister in his right arm he shakes relentlessly and Sebastian loses it.His hands leans over to pick up his personal cellphone to call for help except before he could notice the man in next to his bed on his side.
His efforts in vain calling for help his last of his thoughts a voice calls to him to relax a bit just for him and the spray can does its thing.He loses his control back hits the pillow in a fast drop to a deeper slumber this man is now in my thrall and I dance excitedly as Chris follows me in.
“Is he all set Master? We need to jettison very soon.” Chris ask.
“Pick him up Chris and don’t be gentle.”
“Haha! Yes Sir!” Chris laughs.
“Into the breach my slave”
“As you wish” Chris replies.
“You are the ideal boi”
“Where should I lay him?”
“Prepare him as well?”
“The laboratory obviously. Get going!”
Snapping my finger the whole room is lit up emitting blue light covering us in shockwave of blinding power sending us flying across the room.
“Hello? Anybody here? Where am I? Who am I?”
“Yes Master Lawrence! He is wiped clean.” Chris calls me.
Pratt
“Chris, Chris Pratt”
“What the fuck?” Pratt howls.
“Calm down Pratt”
“I’ll explain everything “
“Am I dead ?” He asks
“Of course not! Don’t be dense”
“What shall I do?” He questions “
“Obey me, submit to me and…”
“And what?”
“I love you “
“You are crazy “
“Actually you are the one who is insane”
“If you only knew”
“You love me too “
“What? Hell no?”
“You think so?”
“I am not Gay”
“I own you “
“You love me”
“Bold face lie”
“Why are you rock hard, and looking me up and down?”
“It’s a reflex”
“Uh huh”
“Admit it “
“Oh God!”
“You are cruel”
“Yes babe”
“I am your Master”
“Master Lawrence “
“Yes, Master Lawrence “
The end
#chris evans#sebastian stan#chris pratt#hypnosis#mind control#hypno slave#reprogramming#hypno submission#mind control slaves#mind link#mind chip#aroma#dreamscape
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Family Renovations Part 1
CEO Mark Lily is a foolish prick who calls me into his office slamming his fist onto his desk with attitude.
I can see the rage in his eyes my part petty much sick falling apart and nobody cares at this point.
What do you think about my state of mind at this point? I am about to lose it with the way people are treating.
I had more then enough of this hot bullshit taking a sip of my mug he stares at me in disgust.
He gets up stomping over to me with this shall we say over manly aggressiveness
making me sick.
I knew nows my chance approaching his desk as he closes the door pouring what is left of my experiment into his cup.
He props back into his over priced deluxe chair propelling it upwards to face only me in excitement.
He takes a sip from his mug his face begins to change a big slowly it stirs his body is shaking.
He goes into total convulsions finishing the mug up falling backwards onto his back as he slurs and his eyes close.
“Listen to me carefully Mr. Lily”
“Yyyyeeeessss”
“You will obey me”
“You will submit to me”
“You will be mine”
“You exist for my life”
“Serve me as I please”
“Be at my will”
“I am all that matters”
“Sir Yes Sir”
“Will you make the announcement to all of yours sons?”
“Yes Sire, I sent a text already”
“Here comes my eldest Luke”
“He looks hot”
“He is a dumbfuck”
“I can see it”
“Let him in”
“Yes sire”
“Sir Yes Sir”
“What do you want?”
“Is that how you speak to you dad?”
“Fuck you!”
“Son zip your mouth”
“What?”
“Gag him”
“Give me a sip”
“Mmmmm…he likes it”
“Force it down your throat”
“Master Lawrence, my second is on his way”
“What fucker?”
“Break him”
“Yes sire”
“With pleasure”
“No better thought”
“I love you”
“We love you”
“Smack him”
“Bring him to me”
“Let us kiss”
“You will fall to me”
“Nnnnnnooooooo”
“Release me”
“Let me go”
“Oh God!”
“I can’t fight you”
“I love you too “
Twins Trevor and Steve are the last to succumb to my will after their father meets them in the lobby of the building.
“Hey boys”
“Dad”
“Dad”
“Drink this”
“What the hell?”
“Drink it now”
“Yes Master”
“Bitch come here”
“Dad”
“STOP!”
“Hold his nose”
“Yes”
“Mmmmmm”
“Taste so good”
“I love it”
“Sir Yes Sir”
“Yes Master
The end
#mind link#mind corruption#mind fuck#mind control#mind transformation#family enslaved#mark deklin#steve lund#andrew walker#luke mcfarlane#trevor donovan
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New piece for my Ocean's Echo fan characters! Masterpost is here.
“Um… Excuse me, are you Specialist Davi Antrell?”
Davi had just finished the cool-down routine on the exercise machine. The gym had been quietly bustling around him the whole workout, so he wasn’t as startled by the question as he might have been.
A woman with close-cropped hair and a simple flint charm hanging from a cord around her neck was standing a polite distance from him. She looked nervous, her hands fidgeting with each other.
Davi stepped off the machine, slinging his towel over his shoulder. “Yes, that’s me,” he said, flashing a grin. “How can I help you?”
The woman smiled in return, seeming a little less nervous. “Er, I’m Second Order Communications Corporal Elena,” she said. Well outside of Davi’s chain of command. “You, uh. You’re synced to Agent Thirty-two, aren’t you, sir?”
“Yes,” Davi said, surprised.
“I was hoping you might answer a few questions for me,” she said. “If it’s not too much trouble.”
“No, of course not, shoot,” Davi said, hiding the spark of unease that crept up his spine. A question about Saelin from a stranger probably wasn’t anything good.
“I’ve been running a, er, um, well it’s a war games tournament. We meet up in Rec Room Two every Thursday? It’s nothing particularly formal but it is a competition, been running for about two months now...”
“Yes, I know it,” Davi said. It was one of the few activities that Saelin ever came back from more relaxed than when he left. “Has Thirty-two been a problem?”
She looked guilty. “No, sir! Not… exactly. He’s not done anything wrong. It’s just…” She sighed. “I understand if you can’t talk much about what he does. Especially for something as trivial as this. But, some people have… suggested… that reader powers might give him an unfair advantage in the sort of games we play. They are strategy-based, not luck or hand-eye coordination.”
Davi raised an eyebrow. “You think he cheats?”
“I don’t, actually,” she said staunchly. “And I quite like him. But, well. He won a couple of games in a row and somebody did ask, so I had to say I’d follow it up. I’m sorry if this is a waste of your time.”
“No, no, it’s all right,” Davi said. He dragged a hand through his sweaty curls thoughtfully. "Look… I’d be really surprised if he was cheating. Partially because he’s under orders not to read the crew, and I would know if he disobeyed. Partially because he’s not really the type. But that doesn’t necessarily help you with your concerned contestants, does it?”
“If you say it’s not happening, sir, I’m happy to take your word for it,” she said. “Nobody would question your expertise.”
“To my face, at least,” Davi said, raising an eyebrow to include her in the small joke. “Hang on. Isn’t it Thursday today?” He knew it was; he’d seen the war games meetup on Saelin’s schedule, starting very soon.
She grimaced. “It is. Don’t feel pressured to give me an answer or anything today, though, sir - I know this is your rec time as well. It’s just that I saw you and…”
“Figured you could get to work on the problem before the next round, yeah,” Davi agreed readily. “Hold up a sec.”
He thought rapidly for a few moments, and Elena waited patiently.
It really wouldn’t fix the problem, he thought, for Corporal Elena to go back and tell a bunch of disgruntled sore losers that she’d asked the Pilot and he’d said not to worry about it. There was no proof either way, and people had all sorts of misconceptions about readers.
Gossip spread fast in a ship - especially in the kind of little hobby groups that formed in people’s spare time, where allegedly people of any rank or field of work were welcome. And people cared about their hobbies. This could get ugly.
No, he had better fix this.
“Listen, if you’re willing to wait a bit for me to clean up, I’ll come with you to Rec Room Two and get this sorted out,” he said.
The holographic tabletops of Rec Room Two were set up in some complicated grid pattern that Davi didn’t recognise, but the small crowd wasn’t seated at them playing yet; they were still in the milling about and socialising phase.
Davi spotted Saelin over in a corner, talking to a ranker with braided hair. He didn’t look animated, but he was engaged enough he hadn’t noticed Davi’s proximity yet, so presumably it was what he considered a fun conversation.
“If you grab a couple of people you trust to be witnesses,” he said to Elena, “I’ll call Thirty-two over, and we can duck out to the next room, it’ll be more private.”
“Yes,” she said, “That’s… for the best…” She hurried away - looking grateful, but also as if she was slightly regretting getting Davi involved.
Davi leaned against the wall. A few people had noticed him there, and were eyeing him with curiosity.
He reached across the sync bond and nudged Saelin gently; the mental equivalent of a tap on the shoulder. Across the room, the reader stopped mid-sentence, frowning.
His eyes swung to Davi’s, unerringly accurate. Davi jerked his head a little; come here.
It wasn’t that Saelin had ever asked him not to come to his strategy game meetups; it had just been one of the unspoken patterns their shared schedule had fallen into. There was no boundary being transgressed here… but as Saelin made his way across the room, the sync bond chill and empty, Davi suddenly wondered if that was how his reader would see it.
Elena was converging on them as well, with a pair of rankers trailing behind her.
“Davi,” Saelin said, and he looked pale and panicky. “I mean, sir. What are you…”
“Sorry,” Davi said. “I know I’m intruding. Don’t worry, I’ll get on my way in a moment and leave you to it. Corporal Elena just asked me for help settling a question.”
“You - ” Saelin glanced at the three other people, and forced whatever he’d been about to say back behind his lips. “Elena, is everything okay? I’m supposed to be playing Lex in two minutes…”
“Let’s step out for a second,” Davi suggested, and held the door open.
Luckily, Rec Room Three was currently unoccupied.
“I’m sorry to do this to you,” Elena said, awkwardly. “But, well. There have been some… anonymous concerns about, well, fairness, and…”
Saelin’s face closed off. He didn’t look surprised.
“You didn’t need to call my - my architect in to kick me out,” he said.
“Well, that’s not… I’m not going to do that with no evidence,” Elena protested. “That isn’t fair. Specialist Antrell thought that he could, uh, clear your name.”
At that, Saelin realised what Davi was proposing. Denial pulsed across the sync bond, furious agitation and distress that didn’t make it to Saelin’s face. “Architect powers aren’t admissible evidence,” he said, distant and cold.
“This isn’t a court of law,” Davi said. He winced internally; he knew this was going to be hard on Saelin. He knew how much of a blow it always was to the reader’s goodwill, to write him truthful. But it really was the most elegant solution. Couldn’t he see that? And it wasn’t like Davi was forcing it on him out of nowhere, like that first disastrous time in their quarters.
What was his problem? Had Davi been wrong to assume he had nothing to hide?
“It’s just an informal solution,” he said, pushing apology and sincerity across the bond. “We can get this out of the way, and you can get back to your game in five minutes. I’ve done this kind of thing before.” He wondered that it had never occurred to Elena; surely somebody in that room was a strong enough architect to settle disputes with it.
“I don’t - ” Saelin fell silent. His hands closed into fists, bunching the fabric of the uniform pants. “Of course,” he said, a touch of dry emotion creeping into his voice. “Now that you’ve suggested it, if I don’t agree I’ll be assumed guilty automatically. Won’t I?”
“That’s not the - ”
“All right, go on and get it over with, then,” Saelin said.
Davi sighed, pressed the command into Saelin’s mind. “Agent Thirty-two: answer all questions truthfully.” He usually didn’t say the command aloud, when he felt the need to do it; but this time, for the benefit of the uncomfortable-looking Corporal Elena and the two witnesses, he did.
Saelin rocked back a little on his heels, blinking hard. “Yes, sir,” he said.
“Have you ever used reader powers to gain an advantage in these strategy games?”
“No,” Saelin said, almost before Davi had finished speaking. “Never deliberately.”
His mouth twitched, then flattened. Davi pondered something about Saelin: under a write order, he didn’t seem capable of being misleading. Or omitting things that were relevant but hadn’t been specifically asked. That didn’t happen with other people Davi had written like this.
It was inconvenient in this instance. Davi had really been hoping for a clearer ‘no’.
“Never deliberately?” he asked. “What about accidentally?”
“You know that I feel people’s emotions all the time,” Saelin said, still quickly, as if eager to answer. He glanced at Elena and the rankers and away, colour rising in his face. “I can’t help that. I do my best to block everybody out during games, but something might sneak through from time to time. Not thoughts, just feelings. I don’t think that gives me an unfair advantage. If it ever did I’d throw the game.”
“Really? You’d throw it?” one of the rankers asked curiously. “Has that ever happened?”
“Yes, I would. Yes, it has happened, but not here on this ship,” Saelin said. “It happened three times in University games. I’ve gotten much better at staying focused since then.”
“I don’t think things that happened before your conscription are relevant,” Davi said, annoyed with himself that he’d neglected to specify only questions from Davi. That might be awkward. “To repeat: Do you read people’s minds to help you win these games?”
“No, never. I have never and I would never.”
That was more what Davi had hoped for. He looked to Elena. “Are you satisfied with that, Corporal?”
“I am,” she said. “That’s all we needed to know. You can stop… er…” She looked between Davi and Saelin. “Doing… that. Please.”
Davi removed the command, dismissing it with a tiny expenditure of effort. If Saelin was going to be here playing for hours, there was no sense in keeping it active.
Well, that had been a little trickier than Davi was anticipating, but it had still worked. Problem solved; Davi was good at solving problems. He wondered if Elena was one of those people who were uncomfortable with architects as well as readers; she wouldn’t make it very far up the ranks, if so.
“I’ll leave you to it, then,” he said briskly. “I wish you well with your tournament.May the best player win, and all.”
“Thank you for your help, sir,” Corporal Elena said. “I... Thank you for taking the time.”
“Not a problem! Good luck, Saelin.”
He might have smiled at his reader, but Saelin was staring at the ground, his face white and red in blotches.
As the door closed behind Davi, he heard hushed voices start up behind it.
The tournament was supposed to last for at least two hours; but not half of one had gone by when Davi felt Saelin approaching their quarters.
Davi looked up, startled, as the door hissed open. “Hey,” he said. “What, you lost already?”
“I quit the tournament,” Saelin said, sounding low and strangled. “Actually.”
Davi watched him stamp across the cabin and into the tiny bathroom, baffled. He resisted the urge to follow and demand answers. Why on Earth would you…
He decided to leave his reader alone, and managed to hold to that all the way until he’d finished writing his letter to his family.
Saelin had undressed and gone to bed by the time Davi had checked tomorrow’s schedule, flicked his wristband and the light switch off, and leaned back in his own bunk.
“Did you really lose games on purpose?” Davi asked, into the darkness.
He half thought the reader wouldn’t answer. But…
“Once or twice,” Saelin said shortly.
“Why?”
Saelin turned his head, the sheets rustling. “Because I’d accidentally read my opponent’s next moves. You don’t think that’s unethical?”
“No, it is, I just…”
“Oh. So it’s not that you’re fine with cheating,” Saelin said. “You just assumed that I would be. Thanks.”
“Don’t be like that,” Davi said, frustrated. “I knew you weren’t cheating. I wouldn’t have suggested testing it like that if I thought there was a real chance you’d say yes.”
“Then why are you badgering me about a handful of matches that happened years and years before you even met me?” Saelin rolled over, turning his back to the room. “Just because information comes out under write command doesn’t mean it’s important or that I owe you an explanation.”
It’s just that going out of your way to lose when you think you don’t deserve the win is… different to being unwilling to deliberately cheat, Davi thought. It was a stubborn kind of honour code. And it fit surprisingly well into the mind that Davi was starting to learn his way around.
But this wasn’t really the problem that was lurking and looming around Saelin’s mind. It wasn’t what he was angry about.
“You shouldn’t have quit,” Davi said. “Look, I - I thought I was helping. The group seemed like it was good for you, and - ”
“You didn’t. Help me.”
“Well, yes, that much is obvious now,” Davi said, exasperated, propping himself up on one elbow in bed. “And I’m sorry, okay? But don’t cut off your own social outlet because you’re pissed off at me. That’s fucking dumb and you know it.”
“I’m not just pissed off at you. I am never not pissed off at you. My brain is a highly specialised product of advanced military technological meddling, I think I have the multi-tasking capacity to be pissed off with multiple people at once!”
Stormy silence followed this hissed speech.
Davi waited.
“You and your high-handed humiliating fucking help are beside the point,” Saelin said, finally. “No matter what you’d done, you couldn’t have fixed it. I don’t want to prove that I didn’t cheat. I want them not to have accused me in the first place. I shouldn’t need to be written in front of everybody to earn the right to be there.”
“Not everybody,” Davi pointed out. “Like two people.”
“Maybe I don’t want to socialise with people who think I’d do that.”
“Well, that was also like two people,” Davi said. “Elena said outright she didn’t believe it, but she had to look into it anyway.”
“The rest think about it. They just don’t say anything.”
“Did you overhear that?”
“I don’t need to.”
Davi sighed. “Listen. I’m not going to insist about it, but… I really think you should reconsider. I’m sure some of those people in there liked you.”
“Your opinion is noted. Am I allowed to sleep now?”
“… you know that I… no, look. All right. I’m sorry. Good night.”
#ocean's echo fanfic#my ocs#saelin#davi#involuntary telepathy#mind link#fantastic bigotry#truth spell
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Mind Link
by larrysh0me (bardlingb)
Harry is woken up by the most annoying man on the planet, but when it turns out that said man is not saying anything out loud - what will they do?
Words: 4495, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Tropes Series
Fandoms: One Direction (Band), Harry Styles - Fandom, Louis Tomlinson - Fandom
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Paul Higgins (One Direction)
Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Additional Tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Fluff and Smut, Louis Tomlinson Loves Harry Styles, Harry Styles Loves Louis Tomlinson, First Time, First Kiss, Hive Mind, Mental Link, Harry can hear Louis' every thought, Louis Tomlinson Has ADHD, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, Coming Out, Louis' brain outs him to Harry, Gay Disaster Louis Tomlinson, Gay Louis Tomlinson, Bisexual Harry Styles, Curses, Curse Breaking, Tour Bus Sex, Tour Bus, Canon Universe, Canon Compliant
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From Paradise to Limbo
Yesterday evening i thought i was dreaming,
my heart and mind were really beaming,
on a walk home kept pinching my cheeks,
now comes a Monday after two weeks,
when again i'll be nervous waiting for news,
pleading and screaming, what will you choose,
calming my mind with all is still good,
helping a little with my anxious mood,
i know i accepted all decisions you made,
but last night i really thought that you swayed,
not just your words but your whole behaviour,
i was so sure you'll be my shy saviour,
finding your rhythm with my faster stride,
becoming my cuddlet and later my bride,
i kind of believe you changed your mind,
i don't wanna hope, i want this to unwind,
my instict still saying its me that you want,
every cell in your body that you just taunt,
i don't know why this stuborness came,
keep saying no but keep calling my name,
please just say yes, give in to your heart,
every day you can see we can't be apart,
stop resisting this soulmate connection,
i wanna show you my crazy affection,
giving you kisses all over your face,
shower you with my love and grace,
i know all of you desires the same,
so lets stop playing this painfull game.
#love#my muse#soulmate#missing#future#hope#thoughts#swayed#please#mind link#nervous#anxious#waiting#cuddles#cuddling & snuggling#stubbornness
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