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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.

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! They making 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 really need 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.

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[It isn't the first time they've clashed, their brief encounters and briefer battles leaving something of an impression on the vampire, but it is the first time that it's awoken a new sort of hunger in him, one that is very difficult to entirely ignore.

So, shoving Eliot back, Sorin advances on him, a predatory expression on his face that's unlike how he's behaved before.]

With the number of times we've done this, wolf, I cannot help but suspect that you may have some sort of ulterior motive in mind.

Are you outta your freakin' mind?

[ Eliot growled back, stumbling back a step and watching the other man warily. He did not like the sudden shift in the vampire's stance at all.

It was pure bad luck that Sorin was in his way again for another retrieval and Eliot couldn't even fathom why it kept happening. He just knew he was highly annoyed by it.

That the vampire appeared with the full moon so near meant it was sending Eliot's wolf all kinds of ballistic with his natural enemy's dead scent. ]

Or I can accuse you of stalkin' me, huh, and purposefully interferin' with my jobs. Now get outta my freakin' way 'fore I tear your head off, vampire. [ He punctuated it with another growl. ]

I would like very much to see you try.

[Smiling wolfishly (possibly ironic, all things considered), Sorin shifted slightly, directing an arrogant, challenging look at the werewolf.]

I care not what your 'job' is. I have a need of this relic you were sent to 'retrieve', like a dog instead of a wolf, and I see no reason to feel threatened by a pup pretending to be a man.

[ Eliot snarled bestially at the insults that were hurled at him, his annoyance at the vampire suddenly shifting towards hatred. He was already having trouble handling his wolf so close to the moon, but fanning his rage made his control slip that much more. ]

That's it!

[ With only that much warning, Eliot lost his precious control. His eyes phased yellow and he pounced at the vampire with all of the wolf's strength and speed. He bore down at Sorin with a punch aimed for that smug face, determined to rip that smirk off, smash in those fangs and bash the damn vampire's head in with its own torn off arm. ]

[Baring his teeth, Sorin braced himself for the attack, hand snapping up to catch at Eliot's fist, rolling with it easily. He could draw his sword and likely make short work of this, but there's that new hunger that makes him want to keep this at a level Eliot can match. Which means no (or little) magic as well, if only for the moment.

A challenge indeed and Sorin snarls as well as his free hand lashes out, aiming a returned blow at Eliot that carries with it a good deal of inhuman strength.]

[ In all the times they crossed paths, they rarely did more than snap at each other a few times. Usually it was after the full moon or in the middle of the cycle towards the next, so Eliot had never felt the urge as strongly to fall into action.

This was his first time actually engaging with the vampire, and although he knew Sorin's speed was fast, the blow to his side caught him in surprise.

His growl got cut short in the exhale of breath knocked out of him and he quickly tried to twist his fist out of the holding grip to free himself from this deadlock. As he recovered his breath, he tried to sidestep around for an elbow in the vampire's nose while he got his other hand free. ]

[Seeing the elbow coming up in a strike, Sorin released the werewolf and stepped back hurriedly, wishing to avoid damage that could put him at a disadvantage.

He fell back a few more steps, keeping an eye on Eliot to see what the wolf would do now there was space between them again and if he needed to free his sword after all.]

[ Eliot missed, but seeing that he got his freedom in exchange, it was a fair deal. He spun around quickly so not to leave his back unguarded for more than a few seconds, and growled low from the base of his throat.

With the new space, Eliot managed to calm down enough to restrain from attacking again, but not enough to back off completely. ]

I'm takin' this relic. Get outta here before I beat your face in, vampire.

That's highly unlikely. [Sorin straightened, drawing his blade and smiling.] And I cannot let you take it. You have no idea what it is for and what your masters wish to do with it, dog. You will need to go through me should you wish to take it still.

[ Eliot watched the blade warily, but the insult once more flared his temper and cut effectively through his caution. ]

Not a fuckin' mutt!

[ Pouncing forward again with the full force of werewolf rage behind his yellowed gaze, he started with an attempt to disarm Sorin in a fast strike at the vampire's arm. ]

[Baring his teeth, Sorin moved with the strike as much as he could, catching it on the plate of armour decorating his sleeve, though the force of it could still be felt through his arm. Time to change tactics, then.

Counting on Eliot focusing on the blade, Sorin opened his mouth, a deep, powerful roll of harsh words in an unrecognisable language issuing forth. The words were tainted with power, reverberating through the air oddly and likely to cause discomfort and pain to others who heard them.]

[ The one thing about werewolf hearing was it was sharp, and as soon as that spell started, there was no way for Eliot to block it out. He fought it at first, going so far as twisting his arm around to yank the blade out of Sorin's grip, but he couldn't keep hold of the weapon either.

Howling from the sudden onslaught of pain, Eliot stumbled a step back and raised his hand to his splitting head. ]

[Sorin's lips curled into a smile and, intoning the harsh words still, he strode forward, shoving Eliot back with the intention of knocking the werewolf onto his back.]

[ Eliot howled again as his headache grew worse the longer whatever magic the vampire chanted continued. The push was strong enough to throw him onto his back but realizing his vulnerability he tried to quickly roll away. It would be a whole lot easier if his head didn't feel like splitting. ]

[Eliot fell and Sorin was on him in a flash, weight pressing down on the werewolf and pinning him, words fading from the air around them.]

You should know better than to mess with me, Dog.

[ By the time the words faded, it was already too late for Eliot to fight. He still struggled though, against the vampire holding him down face first to the ground and cheek pressed to the tiled floor. He snarled, snorting repeatedly in an attempt to get the smell of undead flesh out of his nostrils while his skin crawled from the feel of it. ]

I'm not... a... dog!!

[ If he could just free an arm he would be able to elbow the vampire behind him in the face. But he didn't have the leverage to push the other off, and heaving from exertion, he stilled for a moment. ]

Get the fuck off me, vampire!

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