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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 mindand 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.
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
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
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.
1-3-6-8-12
It's nighttime in this rose garden and a mist has settled around him. The mist would grow deeper with each step he'd take. Almost to the point where he wouldn't be able to see a thing. Should he stumble about blindly, he would start to notice things around him.
Voices. Like those men Lord Trancy used to call over.
Voices. The other boys sick with the plague around him before he was called forth.
Smells. A fire. A deep roaring fire. Wood and grass and people burning.
Smells. Blood.
Sounds. Luka screaming.
And should he continue to stumble on through the fog in his mad, frantic dash for solace he will find himself suddenly running straight into a spider's web. The silk would first get in his eyes, further clouding his vision. Then it would get to his wrists and ankles, pulling him down to the ground spread eagled and vulnerable. Around him, the smells of fire, of blood, of roses would get stronger. So would the voices, the screaming...
And then it stops.
Though should he open his eyes, he will find he can't. Perhaps it's the spider silk woven around them, a makeshift sticky impenetrable blindfold. Should he attempt to move, he'll find himself bound as he was in his nightmares: spread eagled and exposed, secured by thick webbing around his ankles and wrists which would cut into his tender flesh should he struggle so. But unlike his nightmares, there are no sounds save for the crickets in the night air.
There are no smells save for a candle being lit and the distinct cologne a certain demon wears. ]
no subject
claude's cologne hits his senses like a brick. alois lays half trying to get his breathing back to something normal.
initially, he finds himself too terrified to call out. what if it isn't claude? what if it's someone else who happens to use the same musk to scent themselves? but, it's still claude's, nevertheless. the aroma of claude faustus in which alois had familiarized himself with, it beckons forth images of diamond cheeks and pristine marble skin and irises made of gold.
so, then. timidly, ] Claude...?
...I also forgot to mention 9.
[ Another candle being lit. Just enough light to barely make out shapes through the webbing binding his eyes should he attempt to try to make sense of the world again. He's by the bedside, however, slow steps right to the bedside near the table so he can set the candle holder down. Silently he adjusts his gloves, tugging them down just so for them to fit snugly on his fingers. For this little matter, precision will be needed.
His voice is quiet, the same private tone he takes when it's just the two of them. His eyes hold their quiet fire, glittering dangerously in the dim light as the last trace of lilac dies down from having called upon his dreamweaving. ]
Was it another nightmare?
oh, my.
Claude, I can't— [ his voice is a well, flooding. ] I can't see you, I can't move. Claude! I can't see you!
=v=
However, he can't help but flick his tongue out in anticipation. Wetting his lips to quell the momentary hunger.
Soon, Alois would feel the cold bite of a blade under his chin. Just a small cut, enough to draw the tiniest measure of blood and call his attention. ]
You need no eyes to see anyone else, your highness. I am all you need.
[ And leaning in close to whisper into his ear. ]
Yours, your highness. As you belong to me, as your soul belongs to me.
;w;
all he wants, all he cares about in this moment, is being able to sit up, move his arms, his legs, full blown light. ] Claude, Claude, [ he murmurs, nearly under breath, pleading him.
until blade is cutting under his chin, and he freezes stalk still once more. he cranes his neck back in the attempt to draw away from it, and his knees tremble. claude whispering into his ear makes him want to strain less. tears manage down his cheeks, even with the webbing secured around his eyes. he doesn't say anything, he's at a loss. he can't make sense, try as he might, out of why claude would purposely keep him bound, or not give him full candlelight or sunlight, and allow him to ruin his wrists they way he is. ]
;~; so slow.
[ It is, after all, in the nature of spiders to bind their prey tight and hide them away from the world. They covet them, trap them, hold them to their chest and prevent any means of escape best they can before suffocating them and draining the very life from their small fragile bodies. This, you could say, was the prelude before the consumption. It was too early, far too early. The boy hadn't acquired his full ripeness. He still needed him hale and healthy.
He needed him compliant and obedient.
The faintest scent of blood taints the air and inflames his senses as he drags that blade slower down the boy's throat. It's only enough to break the skin, light enough to cause him to bleed and draw out the barest stinging pain but not enough to make him scream out. Not enough to kill. No, that was far too early.
Almost as if to counter that pain, Alois would find the warm feel of the demon's tongue lightly licking up the cut that ran from his collarbone to the initial cut by his throat. ]
You musn't allow yourself to be tainted so.
d- don't worry. me too.
he tremors and breathes in when blade carries downward, the tiniest line of blood eagerly following in its wake. he's all tension and coiling and fluttering, erratic heartbeats. then, the slick, warmth of tongue, and when he exhales its on a choked sob, his stomach tightening.
'You're only hungry,' has been rampant and wildly running about across his thoughts, as though in means to comfort himself, or mentally ask claude, if such a thing were possible. his lips quaver, and he very nearly says it aloud, chants it. but, what claude says confuses him. his face hangs slightly floor bound, lips parted, shaky inhalations and exhalations coming and going.
what does he mean tainted? suddenly, he wants the hottest bath. a bath that will singe him and turn him pink and make him clean again. ]
I don't— I didn't—
... I don't know how to be anything else, [ this is said on a sputter of emotion, apologetic and self-disgusted. why isn't claude calling him 'immaculate' anymore? and, there is a guilt that rushes him for even wanting it. ]