The Mindfuck Meme

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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.

Comments

[comfortyou]

[Once he's close enough, she shifts onto her knees and reaches out to curl her fingers around a lock of his hair. He certainly isn't bad to look at. She's getting ideas. He can glare all he wants, she's just going to ignore it.]

You're probably wondering what's become of your comrades, aren't you.

[dynamic_exit]

[If it's possible for a heart to leap and sink at the same time, then that is what just happened to Lockon. He hasn't seen the crew since they were marched out and divided up between the Innovators and he would desperately love to know if the others were okay.

The last person he wants to know about the depth of his concern for his comrades is Hiling, as he is absolutely sure she'll find some way to twist it. Lockon takes particular care to school his expression into something neutral before responding.]

I'm curious.

[comfortyou]

[Now she knows she has something he wants. To tell him would just satisfy his curiosity. Hiling is well aware that it's worse when one doesn't know. But she still wants him to think that she might tell him. She really doesn't understand his concern, having never experienced it for herself, but she knows how to take advantage of it.]

Why should I tell you?

[dynamic_exit]

[Not knowing their fates is incredibly frustrating, it's true. What would be worse than that is if she brought one of them in and did something to them just because he showed too much interest. He has to clamp down on his imagination to keep it from running wild with the awful possibilities there.

Still... maybe he can play his cards right and coax out a little info. His expression turns rueful and, while he isn't quite smiling, it isn't the glare he's maintained all this time.]

Why shouldn't you? You've got me dead to rights. I can't do anything unless you say, so it's not as if I'd be able to use the info against you. [She enjoys lording things over him, doesn't she? Maybe a little acknowledgement of her power here can get him places.]

[comfortyou]

Hmm...

[She does like it when he puts it that way. Her head tilts in interest. He's got her attention. She takes another peek at his thoughts, wondering what must be going on in there. Perhaps she'd give him a little bit. That could still be fun.]

I'll tell you about one.

[dynamic_exit]

[Lockon may not be privy to her thoughts like she is to his, but he doesn't miss the fact that her interest seems piqued. He'll have to remember that she likes her ego stroked.

When she budges just a little he lets out a measured breath--a sign of relief, though he tries to keep that from being too apparent.]

I'm all ears.

[comfortyou]

Oh, but which one? They're all the same to me.

[She could just read his thoughts and find out which one would be best, but she would rather have him say. It's fun making him choose among his friends. Knowing who he cared about most could be useful.]

I'm just going to assume Lyle's not a Meister in this timeline. That'd make the choice too easy.

[dynamic_exit]

[She was giving him a choice about it? Colour him surprised.

Though it's hardly an easy decision. In the end, it comes down to the two individuals he figures are getting the worst end of the deal: Tieria and Setsuna. The leader of the group seemed to show a creepy amount of interest in Setsuna, while Tieria couldn't have had an easy time adjusting to the idea of being one of the Innovators. Though that might afford him some amount of leeway. So that settles it; he's asking about the kid.]

Tell me about Setsuna.

[comfortyou]

Not Tieria Erde? I wonder how he'll react when I tell him.

[Settling back into the couch, she smirks at that. Lockon isn't the only one she's messing with here. True to her word, she will let him know how Setsuna is doing. He's one of the more interesting ones to her anyway. Her gaze shifts and a holographic monitor flickers to life, showing a news report of a Gundam going on a rampage in a major city and then being defeated by the A-Laws. She points at the screen.]

Look! There I am!

[dynamic_exit]

Tieria didn't have your... 'brother' eying him.

[Lockon's not sure why he's bothering to get into the justifications. Hiling could just as easily tell Tieria whatever she likes and twist it any way she likes, and she probably will.

When the news feed starts to play, his visible eye goes wide. This isn't a recap of their previous battles, so that means...]

You're forcing him to fight for your own damned publicity?

[comfortyou]

[It was definitely worth it to show him. She smiles, pleased with herself. She could have made up something worse, but proof like this is more difficult to disbelieve.]

That's not all. He fights for us now.

[dynamic_exit]

[If he had the use of his hands, you can bet they'd be balled up into white-knuckled fists by now. For now, he'll have to settle for letting his lip curl up into a snarl.]

So you can't fight your own battles, is that it? You have to puppet him to make you look good and do your dirty work for you. Some guides of humanity you are.

[comfortyou]

[It's not a good idea to insult her. She's already shown that she can control him. It would be fun for her, like playing with a doll.]

I think it's a fitting punishment. Perhaps you'd like to join him.

[dynamic_exit]

[He knew it was a bad idea to berate her, but it's all so damned infuriating that it's nearly impossible to keep from boiling over.

However, her threat grounds him and reminds him that the misery can be heaped even higher. Lockon doesn't want to cause grief to some innocent city-dwellers, even if he wouldn't exactly be directly responsible. So he reigns in his temper and puts a cap on it, though it's still evident in the wire taut tension of his tone.]

Not particularly.

[Though, if he wants her to abandon the idea, he should probably divert her with something more 'interesting'. He has no idea what that would be, but maybe a leading question can get her to fill in the blank.] So, what else do you have in store for me?

[comfortyou]

[She might make him do it anyway if she thinks of it later. One thing that may indeed work in his favor is that she is easily distracted. She reaches out, fingers tracing the edges of his eyepatch.]

No, you won't be fighting in the Gundam. I'd hate for anything else to happen to that handsome face.

[dynamic_exit]

[He can't pull away from the touch, but the way the skin around his eye tightens while his mouth flattens into a thin line tells of a suppressed flinch. Lockon is none too pleased with implications here, but... he wanted her distracted, didn't he? It's better than the alternative, so he may as well run with what he's got.

Not that he actually has a choice. Forcing the same rueful look he wore when bargaining with her before, he says,]

So that's how it is, then?

[comfortyou]

[She's distracted for now. She notices the subtle change in expression. Her hands move down his chest, enjoying the feel of his muscular physique. It's not what she's used to, so she's curious.]

I want to play.

[dynamic_exit]

[His jaw tightens slightly when she starts to get more handsy. Otherwise, his only movement is the steady rise and fall of his chest under her finger tips.]

I'm gonna assume you don't mean a rousing game of Yahtzee.

[He's fallen back on jokes to keep from saying some of the more belligerent things running through his head, though the tone is pretty mirthless.]

[comfortyou]

[Her hands travel further downward, reaching the edge of his shirt and slipping beneath to feel his skin. They seem to wander, exploring new ground. Drawing close, she whispers into his ear. Just a reminder that she hasn't stopped reading his thoughts.]

I can hear you.

[dynamic_exit]

[His breath hitches slightly as her hands start to skate against his bare skin. To his credit, that's the only reaction he gives until she breathes her little reminder right in his ear. That earns a sharp intake of breath and a quickening heartbeat, all of which should mingle quite nicely with that little undercurrent of fear that she's probably picking up in his thoughts. There's no way he can censor his own head, so there's no way of controlling when he might cross some line that sets her off.

Still, if there's nothing he can do about it, he may as well proceed as he has been and try to downplay things.]

Kind of hard not to when you're this close, isn't it?

[comfortyou]

[She lets her lips brush against his ear and gives it a tug with her teeth. Leaving marks on his neck, she can feel his pulse quicken and glances up with a smirk. His fear only encourages her. She pulls one hand away to grab something from between the cushions. He was right about there being a weapon there, but instead of a gun, it's a knife. With her fingers laced through his hair, she holds him still as she brings the point of the knife to his throat, just barely touching.]

Not nearly close enough.

[dynamic_exit]

[His eyelids slip closed, not out of pleasure, but out of a desire to detach himself. Lie back and think of Ireland, as it were. That doesn't last long, because once he feels the tug at his hair and the blade brushing against his throat his eye is wide open.

And he has to laugh.

This isn't like earlier when she had him strangle himself. That initial, panicky fear for his life is gone since he knows all too well she can do worse. This threat is almost a relief, since it might, just might mean he could no longer be used as a tool against the people he cares about or the world he tried to change. It would also beat the hell out of a lifetime of walking on eggshells and pampering the ego of someone he had grown to loathe so completely in such a short amount of time.]

So you plan to split me open to get even closer? Go ahead.

[The way his adam's apple moves when he speaks causes the blade to dig in a little deeper, driving his point home.]

[comfortyou]

[She isn't surprised he finds it a relief. In fact she had been counting on it. She's learned well and will let him have his moment where he thinks he's got what he wanted. Tightening her grip on the knife, she slashes him down the front, tearing his shirt, but only leaving a shallow cut to his flesh. She happens to like the thought of having her own human to do whatever she wants. He wouldn't be getting his wish any time soon.]

[dynamic_exit]

[Lockon braces for impact as best he can when most of his muscles won't tense on command, then blinks when it becomes apparent he shouldn't have bothered. The razor-thin, almost negligible line of pain down his chest is almost a mockery of the outcome he'd all but hoped for.

This time when he laughs it's a wry, weary sound.]

Guess that would have been too easy, huh?

[comfortyou]

[Looking down at him, she lets out a giggle. It was amusing to her to dangle the promise of death in front of him, only to snatch it away. She can sense his disappointment. With one finger, she traces the line all the way down.]

You're catching on.