#mind link

[kyxhiin]

req by @moonlightcycle571 !!

In one mission the justice league needed to be close-nit but widespread at the same time, and comms were compromised at the place their mission was set in. Batman had the idea to ask John Constantine about any spells that links multiple people's minds together. Everyone's gonna be okay with this cause y'know they know each and others Identities and stuff except for..

Captain Marvel. To escape the fate of telling the JL about his identity he made then believe he was an ageless God who was magic incarnate, it is believable cause it was shown that there's paintings about the suit even dating back to the stone age.

Billy who's just freaking out had to agree to it cause it would've been VERY suspicious if he didn't, but he thought as long as he stayed in the captain Marvel form everything would've been alright..

There they were. Superman, Batman, Wonderwoman, The flash, Green Lantern, Plastic man (For whatever reason), and.. Billy well in the hero form of course. Stood in a room as the chain-smoking exorcist casted some sort of magic thing that will bind their minds together. And it finally happened, they could each here eachothers own thoughts and stuff.

Plastic man: Hey? Who's voice is that??

Crap. He didn't think about the heavenly twitch cha- no, the God's voices.

Flash: ...Is there a little kid in here, what does he mean by God's?

Zeus: !!! They can hear our voices..

A series of gods jumbled into surprise and started to talk, talk ALOT filling up most of their minds.

And that started a chain reaction with the JL they all started questioning each other, Luckily no one payed attention to Captain who put on his best confused face.

Wonderwoman seemed to be in deep thought.. Why was that voice sound so familiar???

Captain, No Billy was now trying to suppress the God's thoughts, he went into a slight panic abut his identity trying not to think of himself. But you know what happens if you don't wanna think about something? You think about it.

Superman: Who's imagining a young boy right now?

Plastic man: Hm.. Isn't that the Fawcett whizz kid? With the radio show? Wait Captain do you have an interview with him later on?

Captain Marvel changing his thoughts "voice" into his hero persona's ones.

Captain: Oh.. Yeah, yeah definitely. I'm just so excited..

Green Lantern: Hey.. Didn't you appear as a guest last time? How come your appearing again?? This is unfair..

Batman: This is not the point. Captain, do you know where the 5 *He closely listened in to his thoughts* no.. 6 new voices come from? (He most definitely knows about Billy's secret identity one way or another.)

Captain Marvel: Haha no..

(Part 1 of 2!)

[siremasterlawrence]

Trevor’s Lost Night

Poor Trevor is this stupid Cowboy that I have met online to serve me over the longterm in to the future because he won’t quit with the messages and I agree to meet him the next month. I mean honestly I get off the airplane in to the airport as I rush down the escalator to the main door as they swung open and I walk in to the cold winter weather swirling past me. His arms open wide as he seems me ready for a embrace as he waltzes up to me in a bit of energy he swoops me up in his arms ever so tightly and lifts me in the air it is so embarrassing.He lets me down as we head toward his car at the end of the block and off we go as I am not sure what the hell we will get in to as of yet but it will surely be crazy for both of us.His car is driving through the gigantic gates soaring above us as we speeding down in to the compound as the radio blasts all of my favorite tunes until it comes to settle and we exit. The keys swinging in his hands as he opens up the door letting me in as it slams behind us happily, I can see deep down the relief in his eyes overtakes him and all he wants is to please me. He flips a switch as the lights comes to life blinding me as he kicks of his shoes he is all in sliding down to his feet and he places his hands on my waist staring up to me with utter love and desire. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I even willing to work with this guy? Why am I here? Right! He won’t stop pestering me this country ass guy who is hot as hell but so out of my league.

“My name is Trevor as you know”

“I want too hear you “

“Let me speak “

“I am your lord and Master”

“Stare in to my eyes “

“I love you “

“Master!”

“Boi”

“I am begging you please “

“Blow me a kiss “

“I’ll do more than that “

“Let me kiss you “

“Caress you “

“Hold you “

“Confess my feelings “

“Emote my internal dialogue “

“Love you “

“Mmmmm! Fuck yes! Yes!”

“Give me a second “

“I’ll give you a show”

“My body will explode “

“Hot and heavy”

“Sexy and sweaty”

“Lusty for you “

The end

[electronickingdomfox]

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.

[magicalgardenofhypnosis]

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

[digimontamerrichie-tcg]

[tendertenebrosity]

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.”

[blacksupremacy86]

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

[quicksilver87]

MindBend

You love me, you crave me like a good book,

i read your subtitles with just one look,

i think we both wish i didn't give you advice,

right now we'd be here squeaking like mice,

things still wouldn't really be simple,

but both our cheeks would have a dimple,

i would be holding you kissing your face,

helping you deal with chaotic mind race,

maybe it helps that you are alone,

but i still feel your mind sneak in my zone,

what into this mess will in time evolve,

maybe we could our feelings resolve,

seems so impossible, situation is crazy,

in case i get your call, i won't be lazy,

i will be running like Wajdušna wind,

if you decide to rethink and rescind.

[witchkingfromthe1600s]

YES!!! YESYESYES THAT MENTAL IMAGE EXACTLY

WE ARE THE SAME YES HAHA

[wordingg]

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.

[voluptuarian]

tumblr truly is the greatest social media platform

Oh my God

[natti-ice]

BAU men p links!

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18+ minors do not interact or click the links! Each link contains porn. All links are from twitter. You must be logged into Twitter for the links to open!

includes: Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Luke Alvez, and Derek Morgan.

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!

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riding Spencer + back shots

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sweet passionate bedtime sex

Spencer worshipping your body

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sucking and fucking bigdick!Luke

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[siremasterlawrence]

Hypno House Part 3

Three of my clients have suggest I sue The actor for Reacher the massive Alan Ritchson for their new campaign The Real You brand new start. This clothing brand that matters most to the public they say with this over the top type of presentation they presented to me because they think I can deliver an excellent product. I laugh a bit walking behind the desk as I slip in to the chair as I spun it facing the desk as I pound the keys and the compute screen is lighting up and showcasing the program I made. I press another button as the project goes on shooting on to the canvas is my very own reproduced presentation as the show a AI of Alan Ritchson appears on the screen and he smiles. Some how the Ai literally is jumping from the screen to the rooms floor to all the awe and shocks as applause is rolling through.

He waves at everyone before open his Ai mouth to speak with precision I begin to remove my cellphone from my jean side pocket and typed away a messaging to my crew. The crew rushing into a swinging door as they each take side pushing in a large cart it’s extremely long but what’s the main surprise is to see Mr. Ritchson and his gigantic body laying on it. In its extraordinary display of power they stop the cart, they slowly strip of him of the enlarged straps holding him down and exit the room. I clap at my latest victorybefore flipping a switch as his body is lowering with us and the floor dropping to the basement at my command the process begins. I crack up walking up to the mindless body placing the micro chip on to the back of his neck as I shoveit in and press the red button as he comesto life a mere puppet.

“Rise my slave, meet your maker and undress”

“Yes Master!”

“Kneel”

“Yes Master!”

“Face me and kiss me””

“Mmmm! I submit “

“I love that”

“How did you know?”

“I know all”

“Fuck!”

“I bow to you “

“How may I pleasure?”

“I need you to join my campaign”

“Whatever brings you joy”

“Sir Yes Sir”

“I love you “

“Follow me in to the board room after you get dressed. Put these on that fine ass”

“Sir Yes Master Sir”

“Focus! Sorry!”

“Hey Master”

“Let’s do this “

“Stand in front of the camera”

“Smile pussy”

“Hahahaha”

“Blow me a kiss “

“Hot! Yes Sir”

“Read the prompter on my command “

“As you wish”

“Of course! Naturally!”

“My Master! I only obey”

“Excellent! Test me”

“Who are you ?”

“A masculine pussy “

“No! Who cares about your type?”

“Pussy”

“Absolutely “

“Listen to me Alan! I speak only the truth you know that right? Yes! Of course you do because you know I am your lord and savior who rules all. I am your life now from the odd very moment you wake up your first and only thought. I am the light in your eyes that keeps you up all day, keeps your ares fluttering and you know I am always right that man if your dreams. You love me at my core and understand me in ways no one else can. I am the love of your life and you have succumb to me.”

“Yes Master! I am ready, where do I look? Let me prove it to you.”

The end

[magicalgardenofhypnosis]

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

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