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The Mindfuck Meme

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! 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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I'm happy that you came today, Masaomi.

[Saki isn't even trying to hide how robotic that platitude happens to sound. Usually she's is quite content to see Masaomi, even if he doesn't make it to her room in the hospital. She's lucky that he finally plucked up the courage to cross the threshold of her door, she knows she is, but when she thinks about it she can't ignore the holes in that reasoning. It's not enough to know that Masaomi will love her the most. What Masaomi needs to know is that no-one else will ever love the spineless coward that he is. Only Saki, who has seen into the core of his being, can ever forgive him. Only she can love him for the monster that he is.]

You look well.

[It's been a long time. He doesn't say that because he knows whose fault that is.

Instead, he stands just to the side of the door, inches from the wall, uncertain whether he wants to step closer or further away from her bed. The energetic, excitable teenage boy who the rest of the world knows doesn't exist in this room. Boxed within these sterile walls, he can only be the weak coward who didn't save his girlfriend.

Masaomi nods.]

You too.

[It's just as automatic as Saki's greeting, and the fact that he's visiting her in the hospital negates it completely. This time he doesn't try to smooth it over with chatter.]

[The response makes her smile. Even without having to look at the indecision written into his face, Saki can tell Masaomi doesn't want to be here with her. In a matter of seconds, she smooths her disappointment over with love. It's so pitiful of Masaomi that it has become strangely endearing.]

Will you be leaving soon, Masaomi? Is that why you're standing over there?

[An indirect accusation. If he won't come any closer, then she'll force him to.]

[He abruptly raises his gaze from her legs to her eyes, caught off guard. It's another few seconds before he takes his first step forward, but once he manages that, the rest are easier than they should be. Before long, he separates her from her iconic window.]

How's this? I've come bearing shade.

[The half joke falls flat without any energy to support it, but he's trying.]

[Saki giggles regardless, easily amused by the joke. Masaomi's humor is so unusual that she can't help it. Even so, it isn't enough to placate her. She has been patient with him for a very long time, and because Masaomi doesn't show any sign of understanding just how unloveable he is, and always will be, it's time for an intervention.]

Just like a true hero, Masaomi.

[Her tone sounds innocent enough, but the words are barbed, meant to sting; they're both aware that Masaomi is no such thing. She wonders how he'll attempt to deflect this accusation and for how long.]

Thank you.

[A true hero. The words break through like a flaming spear over a fortress wall, and he has to raise his scrap wood shield to protect himself, brushing her comment aside with fiction and fairy tales.

What little smile he chooses to hold onto is fragile, but he refuses to let go of it once he manages even that much.]

Too bad I left my loyal steed at home. He’d eat all the terrible food they serve here for you too.

[It should be more disappointing than it is that he plays along like nothing is wrong, but Saki's expectations of Masaomi are non-existent. She can only smile brightly at his paper-thin facade.]

You're so silly, Masaomi. What would you have me eat then? I can't survive on your love alone!

I'll sneak something in! [Arms spread in a half-desperate gesture, more nerves than excitement.] Lady's choice. Whatever you want.

[An excuse to leave? Never.]

[She watches the display with a half smile. It's so grandiose, so typically Masaomi, that it's difficult not to be swept away by his energy.]

Mm, what if I wanted something from outer space?

[Her line of sight shifts away from his face so that she's now looking up at the sky just past his head.]

You shouldn't make promises you can't keep, Masaomi.

[It's stated too gently to sound like the bitter admonishment it could have been, but her smile is beginning to fade. Never a good sign. In the brief moment of silence she has before he interrupts with further boisterousness, she speaks softly.]

But even if you couldn't keep your promises, I would still like you. [She shifts her gaze back to him, alarmingly earnest in a way that only Saki can manage.] Do you think that's normal?

[He's quite ready to go on a tangent about spaceships and sci-fi, but when she continues, he shuts his mouth. Spread arms lower absently until they rest at his sides once more, and he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

Saki's never been as talkative as him, but she's always said whatever she wants. He'd liked that when they started dating, admired it even. He still does, but those feelings twist and deform in his head until like creates fear and admiration breeds self-loathing. She just keeps using the hypothetical, as if it hasn't already happened, as if they aren't together in a hospital room because he couldn't protect her. But she's already told him she still likes him. She says it over and over, all because of that bastard... What's so unsettling isn't that. It's that question.

How can he answer something like that? What is she trying to say? He hates questioning her like this, and he hates agonizing over the right way to respond. Mostly he hates the reminder that none of this is normal. And whose fault is that?

She's watching him, waiting, and his only movement is his own breathing. Finally, he shrugs.]

We probably weren't normal from the start.

[It had been an exceedingly loaded question. Saki isn't one to tell pretty stories to justify her own toxic idiosyncrasies. After all, she shouldn't trust Orihara Izaya and she shouldn't be pretending to be ill, but it's because of those things that Masaomi will take off his mask, drop his acting, and show a side of himself that no-one else has access to. It's her privilege and she's fiercely protective of it.

She could return the favor and come clean about that incident and her physical condition, but she can't stomach the possibility that Masaomi will turn around and never come back once he hears the truth. Perhaps that desire to be with him is a pathology as well, but it's not one that Saki can fathom changing, let alone eradicating. She likes him too much, and it honestly terrifies her to think about how one-sided that could be. Her own thoughts are the enemy, and it's impossible to keep them at bay without Izaya's words to reinforce the weaknesses in her frozen smile armor.]

It seems so. We're both a little strange, aren't we? Maybe opposites don't attract at all, and it takes a twisted person to love another twisted person. Maybe, until you find someone who can accept that about you, you're destined to be lonely and unloved forever and ever. Something like that.

[She laughs, ending her thoughts on a sense of artificial levity. It isn't something like that, it is exactly like that. They belong to each other - two odd pieces in a world of matching pairs.]

But don't worry, I like you the way you are, Masaomi.

[Strange isn't the word Masaomi would use, but it's certainly applicable. Twisted is closer. Deviant, bizarre, different. He's not the same as his other friends. He and Saki can never be like normal couples. So why is that all he wants even when he knows he doesn't deserve it?

His hands slide into his pockets unconsciously, fingers curling within their hiding place.

He really does miss it, that feeling of being able to attach his name to someone else's, the atmosphere when he truly matters to someone. It isn't the same with Mikado. Mikado doesn't know, and Masaomi never wants him to. He can't afford to lose his best friend too. Mikado likes Anri, and Masaomi can't steal from him just because he's already ruined what he once had. She obviously doesn't like him that way anyway. Maybe Saki's right. Maybe no one else can. Maybe no one should. Look what happens when they do.

But he can't like Saki the way she does him. If this is all he amounts to, even when the person he loves is in mortal danger, if this is all he's worth... Then he's not worth anything at all.]

...why?

[It comes out of his mouth without permission, but he doesn't retract the question. Why does she have to still feel so strongly for him? Why can't she just hate him? Please, just hate him. Justify his fear. Give him a reason to never come back.

He really is twisted though. Because if he's still here, begging for release, isn't he the one who can't let go?]

[His question briefly throws Saki off. Asking why she likes him is a bit like asking why the universe exists - it just does, meaning the question is inherently nonsense. Just because you don't know exactly why something is true doesn't make it any less true, after all.]

I don't know. [She smiles, sounding somewhere between amused and incredulous.] But I feel happier when you're around, Masaomi.

[While completely truthful, happier is a sufficiently meaningless adjective. It doesn't touch on the fact that happiness has absolutely nothing to do with feeling safer around him. It doesn't touch on the fact that she doesn't rely on him, but at least that is something Saki has never tried to hide. Wasn't Masaomi the one to say that he'd help her overcome her reliance on Orihara Izaya?

But none of that is what Saki is getting at. At the core all she wants is for him to be with her more often, but she can't make that request. She doesn't have that kind of authority and she doesn't want to set herself up for inevitable disappointment. All she has left, then, is indirect manipulation. "I'm happier when you're around" can be translated to mean "I'm unhappy when you aren't." Maybe it's profoundly wrong that this what the tenor of their relationship has devolved into over time, but this, too, is something Saki doesn't know how to change. Struggling to get out of quicksand only makes you sink faster.]

Edited 2013-06-10 08:04 (UTC)

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