The Mindfuck Meme

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The Mindfuck Meme


This is not a very nice meme! Many if not all options are potentially triggering. Please use your best judgment before participating.

Rules and prompts below cut.1. Comment with your character, putting their name, canon, and any prefs in the subject line (e.g. women only, not #4, AU, aged up, etc.). **Please note that this meme is open to both sexual and platonic content. You may wish to list non-sexual rp as one of your prefs.**
2. When other characters tag in, they'll use this handy RNG (1-15) to pick an option from the list below.
3. Have fun, fuck minds, ???, profit.

Options:

1. I Own You: You know—beyond a shadow of a doubt—that you own this person. Furthermore, you're more than willing to break them down until they accept it as truth. All that they are—mind, body, and soul—is yours. They should have known that from the beginning. Now they'll know it 'til the end.

2. We're One and the Same: You're two sides of the same coin. You practically own each other! No one else will ever complete them the way you can. You're twins. Brothers from another mother (or was that the same mother?). They won't get away—they shouldn't even desire to. Good thing you're ready to help.

3. Nobody Has Ever Loved You (Like I Do): The person before you clearly doesn't understand how worthless they are; everyone they've ever loved will and should leave them to rot. The only thing they have left—the one creature that doesn't despise them utterly—is you. They should probably start groveling at your feet for such patience and mercy.

4. By Your Bedside: You love them. You love them utterly, and just look at the thanks you get. Look how they've betrayed you! Ruthlessly! Talking to others—looking at others. Disgusting. You aren't going to allow it anymore. They need to understand the importance of your love.

5. You're a Doll, Doll: Some people just don't get it. They think they have basic human rights the same as anyone else! They don't view themselves as puppets or pets to be played with. They don't understand that they belong on a leash or sitting pretty on a shelf. Poor darlings! Lucky for them you've taken an interest in setting them straight.

6. Stop Forcing My Hand: It's not your fault you're tying them down! It isn't your fault they need to be disciplined! Theymaking you. They stared at you with those eyes! They asked how you wanted your coffee! You wish they could apologize enough for such atrocities. You'd love to let them go. You don't want to do this. You're the real victim here.

7. Kiss Me and Smile at Me: Time for a little mindcontrol up in here! With this prompt, the other person is completely under your control. Tell them to jump, they jump. Tell them to beg—oh. There will be begging. Unfortunately, the effect isn't always complete and sometimes your target knows they're being toyed with. Too fucking bad.

8. Such a Child: If this kid doesn't want to listen and do as they're told, it's high time you start treating them like the little brat they are. Up to you how far this goes, although spanking isn't a bad start. And who cares if they're actually younger or technically older—they need to learn to listen when adults are speaking.

9. A Permanent Stain: All right. All right. You'll be fine as long as you leave this mark on them. Maybe a couple (hundred) bruises will do, or perhaps a tattoo is more your style. A piercing? Sure! Or five. Whatever—all you know is you need something physical to show your connection. Stake your claim and stake it hard.

10. Escape Cockblocker: You've got containing your target down to an art form. You know all their weaknesses and exactly what shackles fit them best. You can keep their powers at bay and break their spirit (or profess your adoration!) at your leisure. Your expertise in keeping the other right where you want them is absolute.

11. BRUTALITY K.O.: It's easy to be dark and brooding. It's simple to concoct a sinister scheme or two. Violence, however, helps drive a point home with bruising finesse. All it takes is a little brainwashing between punches and voila! You've got your message across. They'll learn to love you for it in no time at all.

12. Feeling Superior: This one is all about rank. Either you're sick of chilling on the lowest rung, or you've always had the upper-hand. Doesn't matter; you're in charge now. Call it a promotion, if you will. Call it learning to excel.

13. Semi-Genderbender: You've always thought of the person before you as a distinctly different gender. It doesn't matter how they identify, you've clearly got the right idea about this. So, you might as well start pushing it. Dresses, manly trousers—pronoun-fuckery all up in here. What about scheduling them for a few… 'enhancing' surgical procedures?

14. You Don't See Me: Sensory deprivation, anyone? This is pretty standard stuff. Take away their voice, take away their eyes— take away sound or taste or touch. Use magic, use devices, use whatever comes to mind. After all, they didn't reallyneed all five senses. That's just greedy! Four—three at most and they'll be sitting pretty under your 'unique' care.

15. Creepozoid's Choice!: Pick any of the options above or a 15th of your own devising. Remember, 15 is always an open option if you'd rather not roll, or if you're looking for a mixture of options.

Originally posted on memekingdom.

Comments

basically the one thing we haven't done

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[There's really no reasonable explanation for why he trusts Petre anymore, other than the fact that it can lead to harmless fun now and then. But considering the ratio of "harmless fun" to "completely debasing John for fun and profit," well.

Maybe it's the fact that the second often proves unreasonably entertaining as well. Everything blurs around Petre, every single line, until he has no idea what he'll enjoy and what he won't. And it's worth trying for the intensity of enjoyment he gets from those surprises.

So that's left him sitting on the edge of the tub in the bathroom while Petre takes out and arranges an incomprehensible array of makeup; he's freshly showered and shaven, apparently pretty enough to make a good canvas for this, although he thinks he'll just look like a clown. Who knows where on earth Petre's whims and impressions come from.]

You've out-weirded yourself this time, you've gotta know that.

[broil]

You don't get to have an opinion until you see the end product.

[He looks so confident with what he's doing, to, like it's nothing more than their usual shenanigans. Picking up a tube of BB cream, he spreads just enough across John's face, a fresh and smooth sensation beneath otherwise warm hands. Gotta take care of that pretty face. Then it's time for some base powder, placed on with a thick brush.]

Eyes closed.

[One product after the other, their use apparently mysterious and impossible to decipher, until he starts bringing out things like blush and eyeshadow. That'll be the real show.]

Feeling prettier yet?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

It feels gross. [He knows he's being a brat, but it really does. Heavy and slick and strange on his face. He didn't realize that skin really does breathe until this moment.] How much more do you need, for fuck's sake.

[The end product will be grotesque. He knows that full well, too. Petre may get something out of it, but he can find something to get out of nearly anything. John just doesn't get why he chose this so specifically, when he's never thought of himself as effeminate or delicate in any way. Petre is the pretty one - John's got a young face, yes, but not a girly one.]

Okay, you've put about three layers of shit on my cheeks alone. You've gotta be almost done.

[broil]

Shush.

[he'd slap John's face, but then that might be ruining his hard work. Instead he gets a kick on the shin. While he gets some nice purple shade on the foam brush thingamabob. too lazy to look up names. IT'S FOR EYESHADOW. YAY EYESHADOW]

I'm not going to tell you to close your eyes again.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Ow - fuck, you little shit. Since when do you make your point like a toddler.

[He huffs out a sigh but closes his eyes at last, not scrunched up but with the lids flat and exposed like Petre showed him. This is going to be the worst part, he can just tell - shit being put on and around his eyes. Petre's just getting a flat-out no if he goes for the eyelash clamp thing, which looks like a torture device to John.]

[broil]

Since you've started sporting my masterpiece on your face. I don't want a tattoo of my hand on it.

[OR DOES HE. naw. mmm yes eyeshadow here. smudge it there. a little with his fingers, mostly with the brush.]

Mm. I think we need to highlight those pretty little cheekbones a bit more.

[dumdeedum.]

How do we feel about lipstick?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He almost objects to more of the blush - that's four layers on his cheeks - but it's not pressing all over his eyeballs, so he sits tight for now. Pretty little cheekbones. He'll show Petre who the pretty little one is once this weirdo diversion gets as boring as everything else but sex eventually does with him.]

Does it matter? Can I actually give an answer that'll change your mind?

[He purses his lips out, not in a sulk, but because he has no idea how to hold it for someone to apply lipstick.]

[broil]

Nope, I just felt like being nice.

[john what.]

That's not how it's done, idiot. [pop, there goes the lid off the lipstick. it's a nice-ish nude color; petre's working the eyes enough that he doesn't want to bring too much attention to the lips. however lovely they are.]

Spread them. Like this. [he does the face, then brushes his thumb over john's own.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Things are usually going so much better than this when you tell me to spread 'em. [Just one more second of being completely unimpressed, that's all.] I'm not a secret drag queen behind your back, Petre, this is all shit I've got no reason to know.

[There. Now he'll make that stupid face.]

[broil]

Yeah, you've made that pretty obvious.

[lipstick. looooots of it. Then he pops his own lips so John will do the same. Dips a little more lipstick on them. Hmmm.]

We need more eyelashes.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[It's worse than when he's caught in a blow job and Petre starts mouthing off - either way he can't snap back, but this time it's because he's having lipstick put on. So much worse.]

Am I supposed to be embarrassed that - no. [There we go, foot put down.] No more eyes. I've gotta look like I just came out of a bar fight by now, no more fucking eyes.

[broil]

[shin. kicked.]

What have I told you about talking back.

[mmmm yes fake eyelashes. here we go.]

Don't move. Unless you want those lovely legs battered up. Then I'd hate to see them in a dress.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Ah - !

[So far this is the least sexy whim of Petre's that he's ever indulged. But yet again, he does as he's told, just pressing his now unpleasantly sticky lips together at the mention of a dress. Why would Petre have a dress lying around? He's not getting put into a dress.

Right.

Right?]

[broil]

[DUN DUN DUN]

And, well, putting on those lashes isn't exactly the easiest process in the world, but with the tweezers and the glue Petre manages to get them on John just fine. Don't ask him where he learned to do all this, you wouldn't want to know.

Perfect.

[His smile, look at it. He's the one preening.]

I wish you had your ears pierced. [gasp] Let's get your ears pierced!

[is he kidding? IS HE SERIOUS?]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Not a chance. [He just laughs that one off, it's so incredibly not happening, then starts to shift off the edge of the bathtub.] Are you finally done?

[He's getting so damn restless that he'll risk another kick for the chance to get up and move around. All this keeping still is driving him crazy.]

[broil]

Wait. [at least he let that go immediately. he moves his hands to brush john's hair behind his ears, once, then twice. making sure all of it is out of the way.]

Go ahead, take a look.

[he steps back, places everything down and crosses his arms. He's smirking.]

But don't think we're done yet.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[It's one of the few affectionate gestures he enjoys, someone toying with his hair - nothing that comes from Petre is ever affectionate, ever, but his lips still turn up a bit as his hair's tucked off his face.

Then he sees himself in the mirror, and they fall open.]

Hoooooly shit.

[He doesn't even know what he looks like. Not a chick, and not a drag queen because it's too subtle for that. Too precise for one of those tight-pantsed rock stars that wear makeup. What the fuck is Petre going for?]

This - was your vision. What is it.

[broil]

[He's just shrugging, entirely confident. This just the first step to a total triumph.]

Androgyny of sorts. Soften you up. Bring out your features. You can actually do that without looking like a drag queen, you know that. And I'm fucking good.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He's just turning his head, tilting it, looking at himself from every possible angle. He's got no idea what to make of this and it shows.]

Okay. So I'm soft. Would've thought you liked me best hard, but - [It's his turn to shrug and finally look away, turn the full force of his new face on Petre.] What now? Lipstick stains all over your dick?

[broil]

[oh, psh.]

Like I can't make you both.

[And he cocks his hips, crossing both arms to contemplate. Take a better look at his work, which is a damn good one.]

I told you it isn't complete yet.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

You actually got a dress, didn't you.

[It's not really a question at all, and it's said with dull, funereal finality. Like John has seen his fate as clear as day and knows he has no choice but to walk that mile.]

This is gonna be the ugliest - seriously, Petre, why the fuck would this turn you on?

[broil]

A dress? No. Much better than that. It'll fit you a lot nicer, too. You'll love the fabric.

[But does he want to make the reveal so soon? He barely got the chance to enjoy John the way he looks now.]

I'd kiss you, but I don't want to ruin the lipstick.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Whatever it is (it's not underwear it's clearly underwear but it can't be underwear), it's getting set on fire. John has decided that right now. He's got his lighter with him as always, so before he strips down, he'll just be lighting it on fire. Better than wearing it, no matter how Petre reacts.

With their faces close like this, Petre talking about lipstick, John's eyes shift back to the mirror to see himself from this angle. He's still just seeing a dude in makeup. Maybe his lips look a lot more full, his eyes more obviously blue (and a totally different shape) and his cheekbones higher, but why? Why on him?]

You can come up with better places to kiss than that. [He's smirking when he glances back, but the effect of the new face hasn't left his expression. It's unsettling him in some way.]

[broil]

Yes I can.

[and his thumb brushes heavily on John's cheek, as if wiping away a small imperfection. His own lips suck in his mouth to be tongued.]

Come along, then.

[to the dressing room.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He's visibly eager when Petre licks his lips, still full of hope that there are no steps beyond this, that Petre was just teasing and now he'll get the prize for playing along with this strange kink.

And then they're moving to the bedroom and he knows what's coming next.]

Dude. Just say it's not underwear. Anything else.