#mind bond

[jujutsuaiko-ka]

What was something Atsuha once thought that you found hilarious? Or at the very least amusing?

ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕪: 𝔸𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕙𝕒 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕀𝕛𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕚 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕞. ℕ𝕠 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙; 𝕙𝕖'𝕕 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕝-𝕤𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪, 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘.

[kythwena]

The smell of boy, of Draco, was overwhelming. So different to Ginny or any other girls he'd encountered. It was earthier, deeper, and laced with whatever expensive cologne Draco probably wore. It was oddly familiar, yet completely strange, and somehow comforting because of it. Opening his eyes in the dark, he blinked slowly. He moved the scarf away from his face and tucked it under his chin, and suddenly wished that he was asleep so he didn't have to think anymore. He didn't understand, and at that moment he wasn't sure he ever would.

Mental by sara_holmes @captn-sara-holmes

[random-drarry-archive]

Summary:

Harry has had quite enough of sharing his mind with someone else, thankyouverymuch. A miscast Legilimecy spell says otherwise.

(Fic from 2010 FF archive being uploaded here.)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator chose not to use archive warnings

Words: 186 678

Chapters: 32/32

[khamvl]

The Little Voice in My Head

{Perhaps it is the Elves. Perhaps it is something in Khamul’s own mind, changed by a thousand years of bonding with another. But one morning he wakes and there is somebody back into his mind. But even at the very moment of waking the presence is… different, both in quality and in quantity. It is not as all-compassing, just at the fringe of Khamul’s thoughts rather than in the very middle of all of them and also it is… warm. Loving. Soft in some way. Rahal is still asleep next to him, strange and rare. And in a moment of shook, Khamul realizes. It is the Wanderer’s own mind bonded to his.}

The hole is-- well, not filled, but not empty any longer, either. It is more that a centuries-old oak tree has been uprooted, and in the gaping hole of its roots someone has planted a little garden.

Where once there had been Master, there then had been nothing. And that was probably supposed to have felt right, but after centuries of having another voice and will and presence in his head, having nobody else had been jarring and uncomfortable. He had tried to adapt and accept it, but it felt like one person living alone in a five story mansion.

Now there is a presence again. It isn’t as powerful as Master’s, it doesn’t dominate his mind and weave through his every thought and curl its desires into his own. It is gentle and soft and small, sitting in that empty void at the base of his skull, and he closes his eyes to simply experience it for a bit. What does it want of him? Was it intentional?

He takes a moment to carefully censor his thoughts, just as he sometimes tried when Master was in his head. Then it had been thoughts of rebellion or disgust or dismay, thoughts of loving someone else or wanting something more; now he censors the memories of Master, the parts of him too raw and too pathetic for anyone else to see.

Then he smiles and rolls over to curl around Rahal, snuggling close and pressing against him. He waits, watching inward for any sign that Rahal feels this too, that he isn’t hallucinating or dreaming or going mad in some bizarre form of separation anxiety.

[jujutsuaiko-ka]

how often do you punch mahito in junpei's dreams

A month or so. Though this gap got longer with time.

𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕕𝕠, 𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕀 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠.

[jujutsuaiko-ka]

Are there more side effects of your bond?

Hm... well, I AM able to visit his Innate Domain. And dreams as well.

𝕀𝕥 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕒 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕞, 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙. 𝕊𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕦𝕡 𝕄𝕒𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕗 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕞 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖… 𝕀 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕦𝕥.

Lucid dreaming is very hard for me.

[dalmatienne]

i have a lot of weird feelings about things like this.