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The Mindgames Meme

Squick and trigger warnings - dub-con, non-con um. Probably more? Depending.

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're 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 have a preference to playing the fucked-with party in this one, but willing to play the perpetrator in softer/more accidental scenarios. particularly interested in 5, 7, 9, and 13. no 8 please!! kinklist here!]

[If you want dark AU Umemiya as aggressor (yes, I know that's way ooc, but this meme is my excuse) then 3, 6, 12, or 14 are the best options. If you want to take the canonical version and toy with him...1, 2, 6 or 14. Absolutely open to Endo or Takiishi in the latter case; I have finished reading the Noroshi arc.]

[ AU Umemiya sounds so fun tbh. A combo of 3 and 6 maybe? ]

[Lemme know any kinks you're big into or really want to avoid. On my end, there's going to be nothing even close to breeding kink, but I definitely am into rope bondage, clothed sex, semi-public/threat of discovery.]

[He doesn't show that face to everyone. No, the rooftop meeting was the warm, smiling Umemiya, chattering happily away about his tomatoes and the spring onions, but he'd invited Tsubaki to sit in front of him so he could braid their hair while the meeting went on. When everyone else dispersed to return to their classes, he'd simply kept a hold on the braid to make it absolutely clear: they were not dismissed.

Once everyone else is gone, Umemiya addresses them in that lower, velvety voice that is for them alone.]

You made yourself all pretty for me again, hm?

[ Tsubakino had been in heaven through the whole meeting, the one they love is paying them special attention again, long fingers braiding their hair. It feels nice, even such an innocent thing like that and Tsubaki clings onto that feeling. Things with Umemiya are always a double edged sword. ]

Do you like it?

[ Tsubaki would always say the makeup wasn't for anyone else but there is a part of that that's a lie because they always were looking for Umemiya's attention. ]

[Umemiya's hand moves from Tsubaki's hair to slide along their jawline slowly, thumb brushing across their lips to smudge the lipstick slowly, while his fingers rest at the side of their neck, just against their pulse.]

I do. You paint yourself so prettily for me. You're lucky that I do like it, though. Most men would probably think you look ridiculous.

I know I'm lucky.

[ Tsubaki agrees. There's a flicker of hurt though when the words cut but it's easy to push it aside in favor of focusing on the other's hand, pulse quickening. Their makeup might become a mess but that's okay. They part their lips, tongue pressing out against his thumb. ]

[He pressed his thumb back against her tongue, and into her mouth slowly.]

You're such a tease, Tsubaki. A succubus, even, leading me down a sinful path.

[His other hand moves to her abdomen and slides down slowly to rest at the front of her skirt.]

[ Inhaling sharply, their eyes close as his thumb presses inward. Even if he talks like that it doesn't stop the urge to suckle at it. It's so easy to get worked up like this, with any attention from Umemiya much less when his hands are on them. Their dick is already starting to react to the attention, definitely obvious when his hand is at the skirt. ]

[He lets out a soft huff of laughter, right against their ear as his hand traces their stiffening cock slowly through the fabric.]

You're so easy to get all worked up. Tell me, what do you want from me right now?

[His hand pulls away from their lips so they can answer him.]

[ Tsubakino inhales as Umemiya's hand still teases his cock, it hardening further at the attention, in spite of the way the words humiliate them some. Their mouth hadn't stopped sucking and licking at his fingers until they're pulled away, drawing a soft, wet noise from them. ]

I want you to fuck me.

[[Probably the one doing the fucking-with, 5 or 14 particularly suit him but any of these except 11 work for him. (Direct violence isn't his usual style.)]]

[ The one being fucked with. Could be when he's brainwashed into being the Winter Soldier or maybe he runs into a trap or is captured once he thinks he's free, with the threat that he could be brainwashed again.

No: 8, 13

Assumed cr preferred to skip introductions. Prose preferred ]

Edited 2025-05-22 08:42 (UTC)

[Good with anything but 12 and 13. Also good with being on either side of the equation or even being on both, depending on situation.]

(( His Wisdom is pretty low, so probably the one being fucked with. No 8 or 11 please, open to everything else ))

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Bren was only working with Ludinus because he wished to not because he believed in anything the Ruby Vanguard was actually doing.

That tracked for the Archmage of Civil Influence. He never made a move without considering every angle and even then the second he grew bored he was done with you.

Bren stared Ludinus down completely ignoring the other person in the room. "A gift," he says quietly, "armies are on the move and you are handing me a gift?"

The other wizard smiles like he clearly knows what he is doing. "You just killed your other pretty pet and I know that having a bargaining chip with the Silken Squall would benefit us both."

Bren glances over at the gift finally and considers the child. "Ah," he says with a pleased nod. He'd killed Lucian's new soul to make a point to the Nien and Essek and now he had a chance to do it again to the Hells and the Squall.

He bows and nods. "Thank you my friend," he says coldly then waves at his new gift. "Come," he snaps, "we will test your measure in my tower."

Dorian had only been back with Bells Hells for a short while, but it felt like so much has happened already. And while he didn’t necessarily disagree with Ludinus’ philosophy, they way that the archmage was enacting his plans still put the rest of the world at stake, so he had sided with his friends to try and stop him.

Unfortunately the recent battle had been very close. As far as he knew, the others had managed to get away and survived, but he had ended up captured by the Vanguard. He’d honestly had expected to be killed, but instead they kept him alive and brought him here.

Honestly, as he listened to the two mages talk and it started to sink in why he’d been kept alive, he realized that death would have been preferable.

When the red-haired wizard beckoned him over, he simply glared at him. He would have cursed him out if he could have, maybe even growled at him, but the silencer collar made that difficult. But despite being bound and clearly at a disadvantage, he refused to yield to these men.

"Willful," Caleb says with a shake of his head. "We will need to break that out of you...something I am very, very good at."

He walks over to the genasi and places a hand, gently but very clearly a threat around the young man's throat that is not surrounded by the collar. He leans in and hisses in a blue pointed ear.

"I am known for killing my pets when they displease me so if you wish to see the Squall again you will be good or I will send you back to your family in pieces."

Dorian draws a sharp breath as the fingers wrap around his neck; he’s in no danger of suffocating, but he has a feeling his captor knows that, and that isn’t the point of it anyway.

But the whisperer threat has him stiffen, his eyes widening slightly. Losing his brother had been bad enough; what would happen to his parents if they lost both of their sons.

No… he couldn’t do that to them. Especially his mother.

So, swallowing the lump in his throat, he bows his head slightly in surrender.

Caleb steps back and smiles. "Good you have learned your first lesson. We will continue your training in the tower....come."

The younger wizard turns on his heel expecting the gensai to follow him. He walks to a tent that has nothing in it and pulls out a small ivory door, setting it on the group and watching it open and grow. "The tower will stay for 24 hours before anyone will look for us...that will be plenty of time to teach you what I expect of you.

He walks through the door again expecting his new pet to follow.

Clenching his teeth, Dorian forces himself to step forward and follow after the ginger-haired man. He can't risk doing anything yet, not when he was without his voice and magic, and his weapons had been taken away. If he could just play along, pretend to be obedient for the time being, maybe he could find a chance to escape.

He just needed to bide his time. He was very good at pretending, after all.

Caleb finds himself excited by his new pet. Kingsley had been focused on trying to turn Caleb from his course believing he could sense Caleb wasn't completely on board with the Vanguard. But Caleb had proved that wrong.

He walks into the main room of the tower, a room with stained glass and a large wooden table. The biggest window is a brightly patterned coat spread out to catch the light. Caleb pauses to look at it and the steps onto a platform waiting.

Dorian glances around as he follows the other man, a bit surprised by the size of the tower while also trying to keep an eye for something that could help his predicament. Unfortunately he was also a bit nervous, and with the expectation to keep up with his captor he can't get a thorough look around anyway.

His heart still pounding, he steps onto the platform with the other man, keeping his eyes averted.

The tower is two big for one person and as Caleb says "Up" the platform rises into the air. There are far too many rooms and here and there as they stop on a middle floor signs of other visitors. Paintings on the doors and walls, a tea cup on a railing and one of the cats walking by seems to be wearing a scarf. "The cats will get you anything you need when I allow it."

Caleb pushes his way into a well appointed if sparse library since there is just books and a desk and papers everywhere. He walks to the desk and waits.

"Kneel," he commands.

The jolt as the platform moves surprises Dorian a moment, but he's just able to keep his balance as the platform rises. He tries to take in as much as he can while they're moving, but all he can see is the blur of rooms as they pass by before they finally stop at one of the floors.

He steps into the library with Caleb, but the command to kneel has him hesitating. Despite deciding to play along for now, he can't help the swell of indignation at the order.

Caleb nods. "Good. The rules are as follows. You will answer my every command the moment I command it. You will be wherever I am and will not question. Once you have earned the right to have the collar removed you will only cast magic when I allow it. You will only speak when I allow it. When we are in private you will always kneel and you will only eat when I do and sleep when I do."

He looks down at the bard. "Any defiance will be punished. And if you ever turn your magic on me I will kill you. I keep pets because it amuses me and the second they become willful they are no longer amusing. I do not care if you are an heir or a hero. You are my pet and you will act as such or you will die."

Curling his fingers into his fist, Dorian nods, the only response he can give with the silence collar still fixed in place. Shame and anger churn in his stomach, but the threat is too clear for him to risk anything for the moment. If he can act compliant, he'd have a better chance of making it out of here.

He hopes.

Caleb nods and sits at his desk and starts working, not acknowledging the genasi again for the rest of the 24 hours. No food or water was brought to either of them nor did the wizard sleep. He simple sat and copied spells and made notes on anything he thought was interesting.

Dorian remains where he’s kneeling on the floor, not having been given permission to move. But it doesn’t take long before he grows bored, not having anything to do but simply wait for the wizard to finish.

He tries to pass the time playing and writing music in his head, but it’s hard to concentrate when his body starts to cramp from just kneeling there. He also feels exhausted, having fought in battles previously before being captured. But he’s too anxious to sleep either, and anyway he knows he can’t until his captor goes to bed as well.

So all he can do is remain where he is, kneeling on the floor and trying not think about his his body aches, or what will even happen when the other man’s attention comes back to him.

[ he'd definitely be the one being fucked with. ]

[Brief character info: local teenager is somehow an intel agent despite being an idiot and is also part of an elite anti-alien-invader task force. Especially feeling 5 or 8 for her.]

[ Willing to do anything, just PM me to discuss, please! Cws you can get with him are:

Drug and alcohol addiction
Manipulation
Gaslighting
Neuroatypical
Violence
Monster shit??
Effects of medication such as dizziness and inability to get sexual interest
Loss
Suicide
Betrayal
Parental abandonment
Medical gaslighting ]

[ 100% the one being fucked with. ]

[ fucked with ]

[ information & trigger warnings ]

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