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The Mindfuck Meme

The Mindfuck Meme: Expanded Ed. 1

This is not a very nice meme. If you have any major or typical triggers, you're being warned here that you might want to keep fully clear. That said, ever misread 'midfuck meme' with an extra 'n' in it and been sorely disappointed? This one's for you!

This version of the mindfuck meme is expanded from the first! It's been nabbed from memekingdom on LJ.

1. Post a character! It'd sure be nice if you put their name, canon, and any prefs you might have in the subject line. **Please note that this meme is open to both sexual and platonic content and you may want to list non-sexual rp as one of your prefs.**
2. When other characters tag in, they'll be using ye olde RNG (1-13) to figure out just how they'll be fucking your character's mind ~~and maybe their body~~.
3. Be royally screwed up and need therapy for decades.

Mindfuck Possibilities:

1. I Own You: It doesn't have to be sexual (though it can be). It doesn't have to be very abusive (though it might be). But you know you own this person and you will break them down until they can accept the truth of it. All that they are—body, mind, 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: What this other person doesn't get is that you're two sides of the same coin. You practically own each other! No one else will complete them the way you can. You're twins. Brothers from another mother (or was that the same mother?). They won't get away until they acknowledge that to escape is to deny everything they are. Good thing you're ready to help.

3. Nobody Has Ever Loved You (Like I Do): This person doesn't understand how worthless they are—how they've been abandoned on purpose by anyone they ever cared about. The only thing they have left—the one creature that doesn't despise them utterly—is you. And maybe you're about fed up as well and they should grovel at your feet.

4. By Your Bedside ~~(YANDERE)~~: You love them. You love them utterly and how have they 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. What's that? Maybe you aren't in a relationship by any… real, official standards? Heh. That can be fixed!

5. You're a Doll, Doll: Some people just don't get it. They think they have rights the same as anyone else. They don't see how they're only a puppet or a pet. Something less than you—less than anything. They belong on a leash or sitting pretty on a shelf. Poor darling! Lucky for them you've taken an interest in setting them straight (or… really gay).

6. Stop Forcing My Hand: It's not your fault you're tying them down! It isn't your fault they need your initials engraved in their skin! They made you. They stared at you with those eyes or they did those awful things (awful being rather subjective)! You wish they could apologize enough for such atrocities. You'd love to let them go. You don't want to do this even if it's possibly getting you off to an excessive extent! You're the victim, all right? Fucker should learn to shut up when they're told to.

7. Kiss Me and Smile at Me: Time for a little mindcontrol up in here! With the power of your will, you're able to control the other person completely. Tell them to jump, they jump. Tell them to beg—oh. There will be begging. And don't they deserve it? Unfortunately, the effect isn't always complete and sometimes your target knows in their heart and mind that they don't want to be doing just as they're ordered. Too fucking bad. This is a mindfuck meme, after all.

8. Such a Child: If this kid doesn't want to listen and do as their told, it's time you start treating them like the brat they so want to be. Up to you how far this goes, though spanking and taking control of your target's life seem like the mostobvious solutions. And who cares if they're actually younger or technically older—they need to learn to sit up straight! Not slurp their soup! Do as they're expected to as a part of society. And if they won't, it's only fair for you to convince them.

9. A Permanent Stain: All right. All right. You'll be fine as long as you leave this mark on them. Maybe a small tattoo will do or perhaps you're the type who wants to cover their entire back with your initials. A piercing? Sure! Or five. Whatever—all you know is it's time there's something physical to show your connection. Just the scent of you on them isn't enough anymore and this is surely the only way to stake your claim.

10. Escape Cockblocker: While really any other options could involve this, you've gotten down containing your target to an art form. You know all their weaknesses and 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 containment is absolute. And now it's time to test the waters.

11. BRUTALITY K.O.: Eh, it's easy to be dark and brooding. It's simple to concoct gorgeous plans, but sometimes? Violence with a little brainwashing between punches and bone-crunching is the best way to go. With this prompt, your tactics are all violent. You'll snap fingers and crack ribs all in order to help get your message across. They'll learn to love you for it. You've got more than all day.

12. Feeling Superior: This is all about your rank! Either you're sick of having been under this person's heel or you've always wondered why they don't defer to your superior position. Upping the ante regardless. They should know by now that they should lick the floor when you ask for it so politely. You're in charge. Call it a further promotion, if you will. Call it learning to excel.

13. Creepozoid's Choice!: Pick any of the options above or a 13th sort of mindfuck not explicitly listed. Remember, 13 is always an open option if you'd rather not roll or if you want to mix any series of numbers together.

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"What makes me think I can? But I know you, Messiah. I know you as he has known you." Lucifer smiled for a moment, still holding Setsuna's chin. A familiar smile, perhaps, an expression much more like Kira's than it fit the Demon Lord of Hell.

And then he leaned in and he kissed Setsuna's lips, softly while his fingers gripped his chin hard enough to bruise. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth and bit down hard, hard enough to break skin, draw blood. He pulled away and let go of him completely, smiling coldly once more.

"Do you still want to see?"

Edited 2012-03-31 04:10 (UTC)

It angered him on a level Setsuna didn't know he had, to the point he couldn't even verbalize his fury any longer. Seeing Kira's face in Lucifer's, being kissed by that...that emotionless man - it was all a mockery. It caused him to struggle in his binds as he hissed at Lucifer, just before exploding into a tirade.

"How dare you! What do you really know of me? Those are just memories, you're missing everything important about them, you fucking jackass! You don't really know at all! You're NOT HIM!"

Or was Setsuna just trying to convince himself at this point? What hurt more? The idea Kira was completely gone, or the idea he might still be somewhere inside that heartless creature?

"Oh, but I am. As the sword and all that followed. All that you imagine different about him, Sakuya Kira, is nothing but a construct in your own mind. He played his part well enough, but now there is no need for that anymore."

Lucifer tighted his hand in Setsuna's hair and used that grip to force his head back, a finger running up his exposed neck and the next second it was not a finger but a blade, obsidian black.

"You're still attached. You give your heart away too easily and then you hang on too long. But then, that has always been your way."

He stepped back and with a sudden movement and another, the blade cut through Setsuna's clothing, somehow not actually breaking his skin, but leaving him naked and bare before cold eyes.

"Let's see what it takes."

It was like every word cut through to Setsuna's soul, a dagger to his heart, or as if Lucifer had struck him with every syllable. The blond's face crumbled at the thought, not wanting to believe, pain etched in his features, clear and obvious.

Lucifer was, also, very right. Cutting to the core of the current problem, the real thoughts Setsuna had. Even then, he didn't want to fully give up on Lucifer, it was easier to fight him. Easier to be outraged. Anything was easier than this.

He didn't even feel the coolness of air against his bare skin, anxiety in his expression, all of the pain in plain sight for Lucifer to see. And when Lucifer was no longer touching him, Setsuna's skin uncovered, Setsuna went slack in his binds. Oh, don't be fooled so easily. He's not given up on anything, not yet.

Lucifer wasn't fooled so easily. He knew the Messiah was far from broken, but he also thought that he could break him. What he hadn't yet decided is whether he wanted to break him.

It wouldn't just happen easily, no, so he had time to decide, he had time to play. Lucifer walked around Setsuna slowly and he reached out with his hand and his nails were sharp and left red streaks along his side, until he stood behind him. He walked away a few steps then, before turning.

His arm moved and as it did, a whip formed, black as the blade had been before. He brought his arm forward and the whip came down, a sharp crack that resounded in the empty darkness.

At the very least, he decided, he'd break his skin.

Not that Setsuna attempted to fool, he was merely hurting for the moment. It was one reason Setsuna never broke easily - he sobbed out his pain when it occurred rather than letting it build and fester.

When Lucifer raked his skin, Setsuna gave him a look of anger, teeth grit, eyes a little narrowed. That action had stung a bit, but had, overall, been a little too intimate. That expression changed quickly when he saw the whip form, however, eyes going wide.

The blow gained a silent scream from Setsuna, his mouth opening wide, soundless, before he gasped out, head lowering, eyes hidden from view. This asshole couldn't be serious? That kind of pain overloaded Setsuna's mind, preventing any stupid words (for now), and overwhelming any indignation from Lucifer's earlier action.

He didn't dare look up at Lucifer again, not wanting to watch that black whip raise or descend.

Only a gasp so far, but Lucifer wasn't so easily discouraged, not so easily stopped. He knew exactly how much damage he was doing, even without watching Setsuna's face as he struck him, even without hearing his screams.

The whip was raised and it descended again as well. An angry red streak soon formed on Setsuna's skin, crossing the one formed by the first blow. The third wasn't far off, and with a few more strikes of the whip,
there was a criss-cross of red marks on his body.

The lashes that landed on smooth skin caused Setsuna to stiffen and jolt, but the ones that crossed over previous welts made his eyes open wide, water, and even a couple brought out cries from the blond. His fists clenched, toes curled, and he struggled at his bonds. Of course, they held, burning his skin further.

Even though the marks on his skin had yet to bleed, the whip having not cut through, each blow started to severe Setsuna's belief Kira was still somewhere in there. There was no way.... Kira would never.... But.

Maybe Rosiel and Lucifer already broke Setsuna a long time ago, just none of them realized.

"Senpai...." came a soft, pleading whisper, as Setsuna finally looked up and made himself face Lucifer. If this had to continue, fine, but he was going to look right at him.

"You are pathetic, Messiah. Still clinging to all these illusions that make you weak."

Lucifer shook his head and, after another lash, walked closer once more, wrapping the whip around Setsuna's neck. With his hand on the handle he forced it to tighten, pulled him up and made sure to constrict his breathing. His eyes met Setsuna's, hard and cold.

"This 'Kira', even before I remembered, never cared for you. Stop lying to yourself."

Scratchy and worn, Setsuna asked, "Really?" in a disbelieving tone, before laughing, loud. Whip choking him or not, it was like Lucifer told him the funniest joke ever.

He had to lick his lips, his hands tight in their binds, but clearly straining to reach for the whip and pull it away from his neck. Setsuna couldn't say much more like that, but he wanted to. He wanted to throw it all in Lucifer's face.

He tried, but the words might have died out, and some of it might not have made it far.

"If so, he shouldn't have fucking died for me. I'd rather that, him not caring for me, and him alive."

Lucifer just smiled at whatever Setsuna did manage to croak out. It wasn't much, because he tugged on the whip harder and watched it tighten around his neck. No need to suffocate him, of course, but also no need not to come close.

Come close in other ways, too, as he leaned down as if for a kiss like before. But instead he bit down hard on Setsuna's lower lip, so hard that he broke skin, hard enough that he could taste blood. His own lips were bloody when he pulled away, releasing the snare of the whip as well, to let him breathe freely once more.

He didn't bother cleaning his stained lips.

"You've lost, Messiah."

The whip had been bad enough, but when Lucifer lowered himself so close, Setsuna tried to pull away, to no avail, of course. He merely whimpered at the bite, giving a look of disgust at the blood that followed. But for the burning on his lips, he barely felt it, his mind awash with far more other serious pains.

His breathing came out fast and deep once the whip was removed, though, then a confused expression appeared on his face, before Setsuna gave a rueful smirk.

"I know. I haven't much left but Sara, and I plan to finish this all off and go home with her," he muttered.

"Do you really?" His voice was cold, cutting, full of mockery and far from joy. "You'll come to learn, Setsuna, that you are a failure." He used his name on purpose and then he slapped him, very matter of fact, cupping his face with the same hand afterwards and ran his thumb over his lower lip, brushing away the blood.

"You are not going to finish anything off. You'll be broken, slowly, until there's nothing left of you. Then you'll be killed, be gone. As for your...Sara, if she is still alive, she won't be for much longer. You have failed the World, you have failed your friends and you've failed her, as well."

No matter what lacked in his voice, when Lucifer said his name, and didn't call him Messiah, the blond heard a mockery of Kira's tone. The slap made his memory snap harder, pain bubbling to the surface as he tried to repress it. "Senpai...." The idea of Kira calling him a failure, the thought that Kira would be disappointed in him, it hurt almost more than anything else. If Kira felt that way, Setsuna would rather he keep whipping him.

He barely felt Lucifer's hand on his face, his world going numb as his mind centered on what he was being told. He stared into those cold, gray eyes, then tightened his jaw.

"No. It's not over yet. I haven't lost yet! And I'm not going to give up until that point."

"I'd not expect you to give up easily. You'll hang on to your delusions."

Lucifer smiled, fingers digging into Setsuna's jaw. "But while you try to do that, also try to think of your friends. The ones you've already failed and the ones you're failing right now. Who knows, maybe they still pray to you. To you, Setsuna, not just the Messiah. And you're leaving them to suffer. How do you know they're still alive?"

He let go of Setsuna and turned his back to him, dark amusement in his voice. "Then again, perhaps death is preferable. Some of them are quite beautiful."

Setsuna hardened to Lucifer's words, anger rising, but it came out in a cold tone of voice.

"What are you talking about? You keep talking of delusions and I've failed, but nothing's actually happened yet. You have an aim in mind, or you did, and that's not gone anywhere," Setsuna insisted. He didn't care if he was bound hand and foot, or that he hurt a little - actually, he didn't feel any of that any longer - he would still defy Lucifer to the end. As long as he didn't think of Kira he was fine.

"And you won't lay a hand on them. Because either you're busy with me, or I'll fucking stop you!"

"I won't, you're right. I couldn't care less about them, after all."

Lucifer shrugged, still not looking at Setsuna. "But there's more to the world than you and me, Messiah. Granted, not to your world. Not any longer."

He turned around now, walked back to Setsuna. His lips still colored from the other's blood, he stopped in front of him and carded his fingers through his hair, almost gentle. "For you there's just getting used to your failure. You'll break here."

It didn't matter what words dropped from his cold tone, Setsuna faced Lucifer now. His face, his dark hair and those icy gray eyes, the one thing that made him so different from Kira in appearance. Even if Setsuna wanted to hang on to the reminder the others still existed in the world, somewhere beyond his reach here, Lucifer was right.

His existence in this moment was narrowed down to just them. That would almost be intimate and romantic, except it narrowed in out of pain. When anything hurt, rather physically or emotionally, his entire world centered in on this one space. No, maybe Lucifer was partially right. As long as he looked like Kira, then no, it came down to Lucifer, Setsuna and Kira. Setsuna grabbed onto that, the softness of Lucifer's fingers disturbing his hair making it even harder to forget Kira.

He used to ruffle it, touch, pat his head. There had been so much tactile comfort and affection between them, Kira gave Setsuna a longing for it. There was no way Setsuna could avoid the pleading that likely swelled up in his eyes. 'Please, mess it up like you used to, laugh and tell me I'm being an idiot,' he managed to bite his tongue on those words.

"There's no failure, not yet," was what Setsuna insisted out loud, refusing to back down on that.

But it had never been Lucifer that looked like Kira. The other way round, more like, but Lucifer could use the resemblance for his own twisted purposes.

The look in Setsuna's gave away just how easy it was for them. Lucifer remembered, so it was easy enough to know what he was begging for. Even easier to deny it and once more destroy the illusion with a smile that was too cold for anything Kira would ever have turned on Setsuna.

"Refusing to accept it doesn't make it any less true, but I suppose you can gain some strength from your stubborn delusion."

His fingers tightened in Setsuna's hair and he tugged on it sharply, wanted it to hurt as he forced his head back.

"It won't last."

His stomach tightened, chest hurt, the second he saw that cold look. His emotions swayed back and forth - Kira was gone, Kira was dead, no Kira was still somewhere in there, no he wasn't. Setsuna could barely breathe anymore, eyes tearing over again when, instead of gentle hands rubbing his hair, pain was pulled from his scalp, by hands so similar to the ones that used to pat him and hold him.

"It's not a delusion, not completely, not yet," Setsuna insisted, stubborn as ever. Maybe Kira was a delusion, but winning wasn't. Not when he hadn't a chance to prove otherwise.

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