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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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[That kick was well aimed, on Eyes' part. The pain in his already wounded abdomen exploded into something that could only be described as agony, finally wrenching a proper scream from Freyjadour as he crumbles back to the floor, curling into a ball to protect his midsection.

He's merely trying to hang onto consciousness, now, raspy gasps and trembling pain all he is capable of for the moment. Had he broken something....? Was it just the wound...? He'd never been stabbed so deeply, before.]

[There was something oddly satisfying about hearing that scream; that was his cue that he now had Freyjadour under his complete control, and he need not do any more damage. It would be best to stop now, while he could still treat the damage and get the bleeding under control. But he wasn't done, pain and violence could only communicate so much without words attached to them.

It's why he lowers himself down upon Frey, hovering so closely over him that his lips are almost touching the other's ear.] You still intend to not say anything, correct?

W....why are you.... doing this?

I have no reason to tell.... I had.... no reason to tell.... senseless.... [His words come in between labored breaths for air, too weak to even push the other out of his personal space. But there's no anger in his tone, surprisingly enough. Just exhaustion, pain and sadness.

He'd trusted Eyes and the other had just damaged that trust to protect a secret he didn't even want to know. A secret no one would believe, no one would accept. Not in a world where no one could confirm it.

A secret he wouldn't have told in the first place because he considered the other a friend.]

I told you before, didn't I? Survival is my utmost priority. [Most of all, Kanone's survival. Frey may not be aware of the ongoing efforts of others to create a task force to keep people in line, regardless of whether any terrible acts had been committed in this realm or not. He simply cannot risk it, and would rather that Frey forget this secret altogether. But as he had seen before with Sayoko, amnesia does not spare one of what the subconscious knows to be true and fears.

Don't think he doesn't notice that past tense, Freyjadour.] This is only a taste of what will happen if that information is found out by others, intentional or otherwise.

[But of course, Frey needs a more permanent reminder than this…]

I won't......tell. Even if you..... just gave me ......every reason not.... to trust you now... I won't.... wouldn't have... anyway... even before... [Does that make it clear enough for you, Eyes?]

No... point...

[He's still not getting his words out correctly through his sore throat, his voice remaining a bare, raspy whisper, but he couldn't even be bothered to be frustrated by it when there was so much more pain elsewhere. At the very least, Eyes words implied he didn't intend to kill him.... So why....? A warning?]

[What Freyjadour was trying yo say was perfectly clear, but that didn't mean anything to him in the end. If he truly meant what he said, he could prove it to Eyes after they finished with this. There was no way the Blade Child couldn't keep close watch on him now. The knife that had been used to stab Frey was now being employed to tear apart the other's shirt further, enough that he would have easy access to the open wound. Eyes couldn't keep himself from enjoying the shade of red that was Freyjadour's blood.

Once again the tip of the blade makes contact with the skin surrounding the wound, soft enough that it wasn't truly cutting into him, but hard enough that Frey would not be able to mistake it as anything else, so very close to giving him further pain.]

[He's confused for a moment when Eyes starts tearing his admittedly ruined shirt off, but really too dazed and tired to fight him off as long as there wasn't pain. The blood loss was getting to him now, as was the dizziness left over from the lack of air.

But when the other touches the knife to his abdomen, he stiffens, eyes widening in horror.]

What... are you.....?

[He doesn't answer right away, instead carefully studying how best to do this without actually placing Frey into a life-threatening position. At the very least, he was better at controlling his urges for blood and kill. After several minutes of heavy silence he traces the blade to the area of Frey's rib cage, his right side... exactly where the seventh one would be, the rib that was missing on Eyes' own body. Adjusting the knife so that the bare tip was pressing down on it, he begins to speak softly, to the point that Freyjadour may have to strain to hear.]

You is still intact, but should it be...?

[Wh....at? If his body could get any colder after the bloodloss, it did, though the chill is that of horror rather then injury.

Was he honestly planning to gut him? It wasn't exactly the best place for stabbing, but it felt like he was planning to, and it was enough for him to attempt to struggle away once more, though his exhaustion makes it more like squirming. Eyes might have to restrain him if he wants to make anything happen.]

Stop.....

[There was something about watching Frey squirm that was oddly satisfying, but he won't put a stop to it or bother to comply with his plea. Rather, as the prince struggles he will be pushing in the tip of the blade until it meets the rib bone beneath, almost to the point that if Freyjadour put in too much effort into struggling it could scratch the bone.

It would be a pleasing sound to hear. And if he has to restrain him... he has the resources for that, wrapped around his wrists and hidden beneatht he long sleeves of his shirt.]

[There's a choking gasp of pain as Eyes pushes the blade into his flesh, and he doesn't stop struggling, rather, he struggles more, trying to shove the other away, clawing and hitting at whatever he could reach and not content to simply sit there and allow himself to be maimed.

He had no idea what Eyes had planned, but he had no intention of letting it happen if he could stop it.]

[Honestly Freyjadour, must you put in this much of a fight when it will only damage you further? Not that it mattered to Eyes in the end, he could provide enough cover for himself and if the other refused to remain silent, he would deal with him appropriately. Temporarily abandoning the knife, he proceeds to seize Freyjadour's wrists and pin him down with a surprising amount of strength, given his otherwise frail appearance.]

Do you intend to make this worse for yourself than it has to be?

[At any other time, he would possibly be able to break free from the other's grip. He was quite strong, had always been strong for his age and size. But to his frustration and yes, fear, the other had already done enough damage to make his chances of escape next to none.

He struggles nonetheless, giving Eyes a weak, tired glare.]

Why would I.... stay still while you gut me.....?

.....Stop this....

Who said that gutting you was my intention? If it had been I assure you I would have finished with the first strike. [Now to put a stop to this struggling by slamming his head just enough to disorient only, rather than knock him out. This would all be useless if Frey were unconscious as he did his work, he wouldn't know just how effective his actions were as he dealt them.]

[That bashing to his head is enough to bring forth a fresh wave of dizziness, his vision blurring once more as he groans in pain, his struggles stopping for the moment. He can't seem to find the words to respond to Eye's words, too dazed from the blow.]

[Not one to waste an opportunity given when he was sure of the results, Eyes takes firm hold of Frey's wrists, shifting the wire he had wrapped around his own right wrist so that he could begin to bind the other man's. While it wouldn't necessarily incapacitate him, it would definitely make it more difficult for him to resist against anything Eyes did.

Now to take his time in doing this, or prolong it so that he could be more sure that Freyjadour understood how seriously he should take this...?]

[There's some struggling as Eye's binds his hands, but really not enough to make things difficult. He feels sick now, with that blow to the head in combination with the blood loss.

The feel of the wire biting into his skin gives him something else to focus on, though, besides the absolute pain everywhere else in his body. He attempts to do so to regain a little clarity.]

You.... don't have to do this.....

I know I don't. [But he will and has no issue with it, as indicated by the calm neutrality of his voice once he finishes binding Frey. Now that he has him mostly immobilized he could finish what he started, prompting him to grab the knife he had temporarily discarded and pressing it again to the rib he had targeted.

Quietly and very carefully he begins to dig the tip of the blade down the skin, deeper as it went along until he heard it scrape bone.]

[He's biting back a scream as the knife once more digs into his flesh, his fingers clenching as he strains against the bonds. Not quite struggling, but straining against the pain, trying to pull away as he trembles.

It just hurts worse when it hits bone, and he's trying and failing to hide how badly it does.]

[At the very least, this type of rebellion would not interfere with his efforts on the marking he would make. Once the cut goes the length of the rib he pulls our the knife again, only to press it pack inside just millimeters above the first cut, dragging it along with precise accuracy to create another clean line.

It's a process he will continue several more times, so that by the end of it the skin covering that seventh rib may as well be raw, uncovered flesh. But it was not fatal, the most he would have to do for this was retrieve blood transfusions. That could be done easily.]

[At some point in the process, Frey's self control finally breaks, pained hoarse cries escaping him whenever that knife digs into his flesh. Halfway through, he wishes he could just give in and pass out, wanting the pain to pass and all to be a dream. He hadn't asked for this... he didn't want to know.

He was being punished for Eyes' mistake, and later, when this had passed, he would probably have to swallow down the bitterness such treatment instilled in him. For now, though, he just wished for this to end, for the pain and the stench and taste -having unknowingly bitten his lip almost straight through in effort to hide the pain, not even recognizing it with the pain everywhere else- of blood to go away.]

[If Frey thought that this was punishment for he alone, he was sorely mistaken. To be giving in to those sadistic tendencies wrought by his blood would pain him more later on, once the ecstasy of it vanished and he had realized what he had done, that he had created a mark to continuously remind them both of the life Eyes would one day give in to. It would be the reminder that he had once again he had failed to protect someone he remotely cared for.

Now that he was finished Eyes sits back, cold eyes still watching the wound carefully as one hand reached into his coat pocket to extract bandages. It wasn't much in the way of medical supplies, but he knew where the closest stash of them were.]

[By now Frey is simply laying there, completely exhausted and on his way to unconsciousness. Pain was really all he could feel at the moment, and it made thinking difficult much less movement.

He does manage to look at Eyes when he sits back, though... and there's sadness, there, amidst the pain, as well as anger and a tiny, tiny hint of fear.

He was so very tired... and so cold. His thoughts were disjointed... that was probably all the bloodloss, but he doesn't quiet realize that.]

[Eyes won't be meeting Frey's gaze, too occupied with inspecting that the bandages had been applied to the wounds correctly and not caring to anyway. If it had been anyone other than himself or his brother, the cuts would not have been as clean, it would have required immediate attention and may have been sloppy. Frey's life would actually be jeopardized.

Several silent minutes pass before he begins to shrug off his coat, placing it carefully over his victim. Blood loss, he knows, is not a warm feeling.]

[The coat doesn't help much, and he finds the idea of sleep very, very tempting right now, even if he vaguely knows he shouldn't. As much as the other seemed like he didn't plan to take his life, there was the knowledge that if he fell asleep there was still a chance he wouldn't wake again. He would be giving him even more of an opening to do so then he already was.

Still, his eyes are closing in spite of himself, and he tries to talk himself awake. As much as his garbled brain can communicate, at the moment.]

Ca.... slee...p...

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