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bakerstreet2012-02-05 10:19 pm
fangyunoerba) wrote in bakerstreet2012-02-05 10:19 pm
Mind fuckery ho!
Not enough angst in your life all ready? Could use a little more? Or how about exploring the mind of a really mentally broken person? Maybe your life's just a little too dull and you could use a good delusion or two?
Whatever it is maybe you're just looking for a good way to mess your character up, a good old fashion MIND FUCK.
Standard shipping rules, regulations and rates apply.... Wait. Yea, you get the drift.
How to handle it!
~ Post with your character (Name, fandom, who the line is open to and any preferences you may have in subject line.)
~ Others can reply deciding which character in the line they want to be.
~ Tag around!
~ Use Random.org to randomly select a scenario or just pick one you like off the list!
~ Enjoy the madness~!
(1) Dream a little dream: It's perfect. It's all perfect. It's everything you've ever wanted and could ever ask for... Expect there's one catch. It's all in your head and the other person needs to help figure out a way to snap you out of it before you waste away into nothingness.. But... Do you really wanna be woken up anyway?
(2) Waste land: Every thing's been destroyed. Your friends, your family, your hopes, your dreams, your civilization even and that complete and utter ruin is all your fault. You didn't mean for it to end like this, you thought you were doing what was right but... Well, it seems none of it worked out and the guilt is all yours to bare. Is anyone else alive? If there is, do they blame you? Want to commend you? Maybe... Maybe they know how to fix it? Wouldn't that be nice...
(3) Deception: You put everything you had in them and they promised it'd be all right, that they'd help, that they knew what to do, they'd lead you away from all this pain. Too bad they only made it worse. And by the looks of things? That was their intention from the start.
(4) Lies and Deceit: You remember that movie where everything in that one's guys life was all some big act for an audience to watch? Now that's you. Every thing in your life has been one big lie. Every relationship you thought you had, ever lover you ever missed, every job you ever took, all set, scripted and rehearsed... Well, except for your part. Now you know your world is all fake and maybe there was one person in there that really did care or maybe they were the one orchestrating the whole thing... Time to find out.
(5) Please, can you make them stop?: Voices... Suddenly your character is hearing voices, all the people they've ever wronged, all the things they've ever failed and these voices they just won't stop... Well, not until you're dead it seems unless the other character knows some way to help you out.
(6) You gotta believe me!: First it was small. A fast moving black blob out of the corner of your eye. Then things started sinking in, changing and getting bigger. They grew teeth and claws and began threatening those you cared for most.... They started seeping into your reality. Monsters, ghosts, threats you can't even begin to understand how or why they're there. They haven't done anything yet but you know they're going to. However.... It doesn't seem like anyone else can see them. What can you do to stop these things before they become real threats? Other person, how can you save the one seeing all of this from the danger they're going to start posing to others and possibly, themselves?
(7) Now you see me, now you don't: You're fading from reality, no, you're not dying, something is happening to you. You don't know where you're going but you keep seeing glimpses... Is it another place? Another time? Maybe you come back with gashes that people are mistaking for accidents or other injuries even. Funny thing about this, people don't seem to believe you. Well, that is until it starts happening before their very eyes.
(8) You don't understand: You thought they did, you thought they got your deepest darkest secrets. You told them the truth, you explained everything, laid out your heart and soul to the best of your ability and told them all the things you've ever done wrong... It turns out as long as you thought they got it, they didn't. In fact, they've been judging your every move. Or do you just think they've been due to some neurotic little thing you somehow misunderstood?
(9) You're a monster: It never seemed like a big thing. So what if their eyes were a different color than normal? That can happen, right? But then things slowly seemed to start changing... Over time you started noticing other things. Maybe their skin got rougher, maybe their hair has changed color, maybe their finger nails started growing longer and sharper... Whatever your seeing, this person now looks less like that person you knew (and possibly loved) and far more like a demon you've never wanted to meet... Problem is? You're the only one that's seeing it that way.
(10) All the best people are: You finally got it. All this time you were trying, fighting, working so hard but... No. You were wrong, they were all wrong. Something's happened, it opened your eyes to the true nature of everything that's going on. Perhaps you've gone mad. They do say all the best people are... But at the same time, nothing's ever felt so right in that now cracked head of yours. Too bad the other person either had to watch it (without being able to help in that time) or they're the ones that now have to try to set your brain right once again.
(11) Pay the price: You've done something and everyone knows it. It's unforgivable and you wish you could turn back time to rectify this wrong but the fact of the matter is you can't. Maybe you've been running from your punishment, maybe someone's been trying to take the blame off of you, maybe someone's been trying to hide you. However, it's been too long, your guilt is eating away at your soul. Now it's time to pay the price for what you've done, or, is it just what you think you've done? Does the other person knows the real perpetrator?
(12) What's your sin?: You've done something, something you know you'll never be forgiven for. You thought you were the only one who knew though. It appears you've been wrong all along. They've been dropping hints, things you've found here and there but have managed to cover those hints up before anyone else saw them, before anyone else could catch on. There's a problem though, the clues are getting bigger and bigger as time goes on, they're not as easy to cover up now as they once where. Is the other character the one whose been dropping the clues? Or are they perhaps the person who's going to find the first one...
(13) To die for: Perhaps it was a normal day to start off with, or maybe you knew you were going to run into problems today. Either way, you've landed yourself in a world of trouble and now someone else is paying for it. It should be you coughing up blood and struggling to breath right now but no, it's not. The other person is in front of you, dying to save you from your own mess.
(14) Lie to me: Its.... Not that you want to lie. Because you don't. These are big serious relationship changing questions (if it's family matters, friends or lovers) and you... You just can't be honest. It's not because your honesty will hurt the other person, but because you simply can't tell the truth no matter how hard you try. The more you want to tell the truth, the more you try to be honest, the bigger the lies start coming out. Hurtful, horrible things that you'd just about never say are all you can seem to manage and it's tearing you, and possibly your relationship, apart.
(15) Business of Misery: You have two options. They're quite simple really, it's an easy game to play... In theory. Torture the person before you or an even worse fate shall befall you and the ones you love. Maybe the person before you is someone you know personally, a friend, a lover or maybe it's someone else, a person you've passed on the street, a complete stranger. Either way, you have two options, which will you choose?
(16) Only if for a night: One night. That's it. Maybe you've know them your whole life. Maybe you're meeting for just the first time but it doesn't matter. They're gone as soon as the sun rises, vanished from existence never to return. There's nothing you can do. Nothing they can do. All you have is this moment. Right now. What will you do with only one night?
(17) Set fire to the rain: You've vowed to do the impossible. You don't know how or why but god damn it, you're going to do this if it kills you. Even if that involves taking out anyone who gets in your way. Why?... Because if you don't, it's not gonna happen. Though... Could anyone else bare such a burden? Even if you hate yourself for it, even if you hate everyone else for it. You've gotta. Why? Because no one else will.
(18) When all is said and done: It's great to think you're the good guy and all. It's nice to believe you were doing what's right, that you were fighting for the greater good all along. It's just... you were wrong. All this time, with all these trials and tribulations, you've been the bad guy. Maybe you fought until the end, beating the 'final boss' and now, as things are 'settling' you realize, hey, that last thing wasn't actually evil but what you've been doing... All along. Was. Too bad about that, yea? Maybe both of you thought you were doing right, maybe the other person was trying to get it through your thick skull all along while going with you or maybe, the other person is the one to reveal the truth to you after you finished that last deed. Either way, you've been the bad guy all along and you never realized it until now.
(19) Phantoms: You went to sleep with someone nearby last night. A friend, a lover, a family member, however, when you wake they're no where to be found. It doesn't matter who you ask, where you look, what you do... No one seems to have ever heard of the person you're looking for. It's almost like... That person never existed, except maybe in your mind... Or did they? Is the other character a figment of your imagination? Are you talking to someone in the desperate hope that they know who you're looking for? Or maybe the other person is real and desperately trying to talk to you right now leaving everyone else you're talking to looking at you like you've lost your mind because, well... Isn't that your friend right there? Why aren't you seeing them?
(20) If only a ghost town: Maybe you went to sleep here. Maybe you were coming from another town to visit friends who lived here but when you arrive no one's there. Either way the town/village/city has been completely abandoned but if you stick around long enough, even if it's only for a little bit, you'll start to come to some chilling realizations. This place is full of horrible nightmare like monsters and... Well, by the looks of their clothes, a ring on that one's hand, a locket this other one wears... These were the people of the town... Is that friend of yours safe somewhere? Are they one of these horrible creatures? Is the other person someone else looking for a loved one? Or are they the one who caused it all to happen? Guess it's time to figure it all out.
RNG says 5, so 5 it is.
Holland told him to go take some time off, gave him a month of paid vacation, as if that was enough to recover and return to working order. And they expected him to be fully back next week as if nothing was wrong and he wasn't suffering from nightmares or hearing voices in the shadows of his own home.
Three weeks and he spent the first two drowning himself in alcohol to forget the incident. By the third week he was finally starting to recover, despite how he kept hearing the voice of the demon René, cruelly whispering his mocking words, that had him turn on all the lights in every room he visited. Then there were his constant nightmares of the pain that alcohol could only induce and never chase away.
Worse yet were the dreams of the same night that had him wake up feeling aroused and disgusted.
Angel wasn't his personal nightmare anymore, René was. At least with the vampire he wasn't constantly haunted by whispered taunts or had dreams where he woke up hating himself more than his tormentor.]
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[It was amusing how different paranoia and exhaustion had made the lawyer. Every now and then René would pay his favorite Wolfram and Hart lackey a visit.
Sometimes he would drop by to watch him kick and squirm fitfully in his sleep. He wondered if Lindsey knew he made noises in his sleep. Little whimpers and moans, sometimes of fear, other times pleasure. He found both equally amusing.
He had fulfilled his contract with Wolfram and Hart a week ago and was once more free to do as he pleased. Or who he pleased. He wondered if he could negotiate a new contract with the firm.
One with less limited access to his new favorite pet.
He really had no interest in Wolfram and Hart. Yes, they did their bit, but those foolish humans always seemed to forget that they were only human. They thought they could have him as their dog on a leash, but René only worked for them on a whim, when they surprisingly agreed to his request. He had to give them some credit. As far as humans went, they certainly had 'evil' down.
Now he was only interested in the prize they had given him for his services. He was leisurely seated on the ledge rail of the balcony, watching Lindsey with sharp, amused eyes. Hidden in the shadow of night for now. Lindsey never seemed to check out on the balcony anymore. Especially with everything locked tight. As though that could keep the demon out.
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Lindsey shot a quick glance around the room but like every time, there was no one in the brightly lit area with him. His overactive imagination again.
Frowning, he turned off the lights to the living room and moved on to the bedroom, thinking perhaps he should call for an early night. With how restless his nights were, he could perhaps benefit from spending more hours trying to sleep. He left the living room and headed towards his bedroom where he also proceeded to turn on all the lights in until he was ready to sleep.]
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Resting his chin on the backs of his hands, he watched a while longer, amused by the jumpy paranoia. He wondered if Lindsey would, in fact, take medication for sleeping difficulties.
It would be so easy to manipulate and confuse him even further in a drug induced state. Especially after how successful using his influences had been on the last dream Lindsey had woken from in a heated sweat. The look of disgust and loathing on his face at the state he had woken in had been lovely.
Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, he waited to see Lindsey's next move before deciding how best to ... greet his soon-to-be pet.
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Washing up, he emerged again fifteen minutes later and took off his flannel shirt, his chosen style of dress for the past few weeks at home. He stripped down to his boxers before making his round around the room to turn off the lights. His bedside one was last, and he slipped into bed before reaching out to turn off the reading light.
Still hoping it will be a peaceful night, and possibly finally a sign that he was healing, Lindsey threw the covers over him tried to drift towards the night's quiet slumber.]
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Smirking to himself, René watched the last light flick off. He sat there on the balcony railing another half an hour before rising to his feet. His movements held the smooth, noiseless elegance that the old demons learned long ago to make full use of. The demons these days had no finesse, no elegance. They were brash and loud and violent. The old demons didn't need violence to deal with their prey.
René could twist almost any mind to his bidding, or to new and beautiful shapes. It was amazing what a few whispers in the night, a few passing touches and gentle nudges could do to destroy a soul. Whether it was temptation or fear being sought after.
He slid the door open, stepping onto the soft floor of Lindsey's room and making his way to the bed. It was so easy, in this darkness, to work his pet up into a state, to deepen that lingering touch of the demon even further until he consumed Lindsey's every thought.]
Lindsey
[He purred the name in a whisper, fingertips dancing through his hair. Tonight he was going to coax his pet back out to play. He was bored with simply teasing him.]
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He turned away from the open doorway, curling up on his side with his back to the approaching demon. His brows furrowed when the demon's voice called for him in his dreams and a soft noise, half like a whimper, not quite a whine, emitted from the still asleep lawyer.
Shifting restlessly again, he turned back towards Rene, towards his touch, but tried to burrow his head against the pillow in annoyance at someone disturbing his sleep.]
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He did so enjoy toying with the mortal when he was bored. He had a lot of free time as a demon, and each visit he paid the lawyer over the last few weeks had only managed to let the demon slide his way ever further into Lindsey's mind. Making sure his new toy would never get René out of his head.]
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Lindsey shifted again. A little crease appeared between his brows as if the lawyer was concentrating on something, but then the his forehead furrowed with even more tiny creases.
He shook his head lightly and his eyelids fluttered. It looked like he was going to wake up very soon.]
No... I refuse...
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[His arms had slid under the covers, one hand lightly massaging Lindsey's cock through fabric, the other hovering, waiting, just above the wrist of his right hand.
In the past he had always teased and tormented up until just before Lindsey woke from his sleep. This time, he wanted Lindsey to wake up. He was hungry, and Lindsey had become one of his favorite snacks. The perfect combination of innocence and corruption. He was undecided potential. A demon's favorite soul.
Warm lips teased at his Adam's apple, proof humans had as twisted a sense of humor as the demons they feared. The hand between his legs growing firmer in it's touches, coaxing Lindsey back to the world of the wakeful.
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No... stop...
[René's hand wasn't the only thing that grew firm, and as his hand continued its determined teasing, the flesh in its grasp began to grow rigid with the rush of hot blood.]
I don't... no...
[Lindsey's hips squirmed as his body began to grow more and more aware of the demon's presence. He shook his head again and gasped aloud, then with a sudden shout, he jerked awake in the arms of the demon.]
NO!!
[As soon as he realized that those sensations were persisting beyond his dream, he began to struggle. He tried to get out of the demon's grasp in an attempt to bring his hand up to hit the monster that had him in its grasp.]
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Good morning, Lindsey.
[His voice was cheerful, pleased as he teased the heated flesh beneath the fabric.]
So pleased to see you still remember me.
[The human body was such fun. Built to be so naturally traitorous to the mind inhabiting it. Sharp teeth and a warm tongue teased along his neck, taking in the taste of his current favorite mortal, his thumb rubbing in circular motions against the head each time his hand rose to the top of a stroke.]
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There was no more hiding behind the comfort of his uncertainty of the situation.
He tried to keep his whole body rigidly still but he couldn't help but groan at the mouth playing against his neck or the hand that coaxed his dripping cock to a full erection under his boxers. Even in the darkness of the room he could see a visible tent in the covers. Lindsey whimpered when another teasing circle had his whole body jerking with electrical desire.]
Your deal with Wolfram and Hart was one time only.
[He pushed the words out in an almost steady voice.]
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[The squirming jerk of Lindsey's hips and the subtle tones in his voice earned a smirk against his skin. He bit much harder, breaking the skin. René worked Lindsey's boxers down, letting his cock spring free.]
Have you been having pleasant dreams, pet?
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And what a loaded question. To answer he was having nightmares was to give in to admitting fear, to answer that he was having erotic ones meant he caved to the demon's powers. So he settled for the best evasive trick for a lawyer.]
Your handiwork?
[Answer question with question. The short response made it easier for him to keep his voice calm too, even when his eyes fluttered close and his hips gave another traitorous jerk to the new freedom.]
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[René swiped his tongue over the blood, the flutter of Lindsey's pulse beneath his tongue. He tasted just as delicious as the first time.
He already knew the answer to his question. It was merely amusing to watch Lindsey squirm under the memory of it.]
For someone as frightened as you have been, you are surprisingly careless in your sleep. I think you have enjoyed our little games.
[His hand resumed the strokes, twisting his wrist. Only giving pleasure for now. Not for Lindsey's benefit, but for his own. He liked to watch his toy squirm, attempt to fight the natural and trained reactions to his touch.]
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[Lindsey's mind raced with methods he could use to get rid of the demon. While it was pleasurable at the moment, he was smart enough to know it wouldn't last, and he had little taste for his own rape.]
Thank you for i-informing me. Now if you would kindly go...
[His cell phone was on the nightstand. Maybe if he could reach that, he had the office on speed dial and a button would be all it took to get through. It was a horrible plan, but the only one he had.
With no warning at all, he tried to put his plan into action. His left hand, the one on the other side of the demon and wasn't held down, shot out for the phone in question.]
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Behave yourself, Lindsey.
[It had, for the moment, managed to get René's hands off the mortal man's cock, but now he had both wrists, and he twisted the other back to meet the first, crushing them both at a painful angle against his back with one hand.
René pulled a tie from his pocket, long, red and silken. It was a favorite of his to use and he let it lay out across the sheets, sliding it under Lindsey's throat until the ends were evenly spaced. He looped it once and tied them criss-crossed to Lindsey's wrists so any struggle to free his arms would tighten the silk around his neck.]
There, now, much better.
[Let the man think demons had a thing for strangling him, René just liked the look of the red against his flesh.
He watched without another word, sitting back on his haunches until he was doing nothing more than straddling the lawyer's bare ass, slowly sliding the buttons of his shirt open one at a time. This was on his time and terms now, not Wolfram and Hart's. He planned on enjoying the show as fully as he pleased.]
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The lawyer grimaced but managed to not cry out from the pain of having his wrist twisted cruelly, though he did whimper softly from the residual pain. The garish looking tie effectively slipped around his throat, and as René began tying it in place, Lindsey couldn't help but comment.]
I've been told blue looks better on me. How about we forget all thi—!!!
[His words were stopped abruptly when one unaware jerk nearly had him choke himself half to death. It was enough to have the tie to dig harshly into his neck on the left side, cutting in deep enough to instantly bruise and brought those blue-grey eyes out in bulging clearness.
No matter how uncomfortable it was, Lindsey quickly returned his arms to the position they were tied in after that.
As soon as he recovered enough, he glared indignantly up at Rene.]
You can't get away from this. Your deal with Wolfram and Hart was one time only... This is tantamount to breaking the terms of contract!
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Wolfram and Hart's contract with me allowed me to use you however I pleased. It was limited to that night, yes. [Slowly his observant stare became predatory again and he smirked at his toy, tracing his finger down Lindsey's spinal column with a sharp drag of his fingernail.]
There was nothing in the contract protecting you from me finding you on my own time.
It's sweet how you seem to think I ever cared about the contract, little lawyer. I don't think you really realize who you are dealing with.
[Leaning over the mortal, he slid a hand over his ass surprisingly light.]
I've been making contracts of my own long before humans knew how to write. Did you really think your law firm would be able to do anything against me, even if they did actual want to?
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He still flinched when those feather light touches ran along the skin of his butt.
Every so often he had to stop his moving to prevent from choking himself, but he was slowly exploring the boundaries of how far his hands could stretch. It definitely gave a new meaning to necktie.]
Nonetheless, Wolfram and Hart will not be pleased if you harm me in any way.
[He tried to work on the knots on his wrists by putting his hands together. If the tie was silk, then the material will be slippery and possibly easy to untie. Now if he could keep the demon distracted from noticing what he was doing.
First thing is to roll back onto his back so he could face the demon while hiding his hands from view to do their Houdini trick. It will be an uncomfortable position with the weight of his body pressed onto the awkward angle his arms were bound in, but it was his only chance of freeing his hands.]
I know you're powerful, but you still would not want to upset Wolfram and Hart. They have numbers and power on their side.
[He bucked a bit, more for show than with intention to dislodge René considering his main idea was to free his hands first, and tried to twist as if to get out from under the demon to disguise his hands' movements.]
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Lindsey's cock had taken a definite interest to the attentions he had been paying it.]
Who said anything about harming you? [He flattened the palm of his hand on Lindsey's chest and shoved down, stilling his movements.]
I've dealt with far more intimidating customers than your firm. Oh the things I know about them. You have such a deliciously fiery future, my little pet. What a shame. I really would have liked to take your soul myself but, mn, already taken. Oh well.
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He swallowed, the lump in his throat squeezed under the tie in an uncomfortably tight fit.
Getting up proved to be just as pointless due to the hand that now had him pinned to the bed, pressing awkwardly against his hands. His expression pinched from the his stretched shoulders.]
You are hurting me. [He informed René as calmly as he could while trying to wriggle some room for his hands so they didn't hurt quite as much, or choke him as tightly.]
And what would you do with my soul if you had it? I don't see why you would be interested in it at all.
[And for some sick reason his mind couldn't fathom, his body was a lot less eager to get out of this situation than his mind was. With the demon's help, he was getting harder still.]
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Come now, Lindsey. I am a demon. I am sure your firm covers a few of the basics.
[The whispered echoes of his name in Lindsey's ears returned, despite the demon's obvious lack of speaking.]
I could make this far more enjoyable for you, Lindsey.
[His other hand stroked the lawyer's cheek in a lover's caress, and he leaned down to press his lips to a still fading bruise he had left on Lindsey's shoulder on their last encounter.]