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]

[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.

[dynamic_exit]

[The cut is a little harder to ignore when Hiling puts pressure on it like that, and he lets out a small hiss. Though the way she's gloating over her little bait and switch arguably stings more.]

'Spose I am.

[He raises a brow as if to say 'so, what now?']

[comfortyou]

[If that's the case, then she'll have to step up her game to keep things interesting. She takes a moment to look at the blood on her hand and then back to him. Dragging her tongue over her finger, she wants him to know how much this is turning her on. Blood smears on his cheek as she pulls him in for a kiss.]

[dynamic_exit]

[Not being able to crane his neck and look down, Lockon has no clue how deep the wound is, and it's a surprise to see how much blood Hiling has come away with.

Even more striking is the fact that she's more than willing to give it right back. His blood is heavy on her tongue, and he lets out a muffled sound of protest as the coppery taste invades his mouth.

Beyond that, he's somewhat torn on what to do. Struggling isn't much of an option. Should he respond to keep her interested? Or go with his first impulse and just concentrate on breathing until she's done? For now, he decides to wait and see what else she does, intending to take his cues from there.]

[comfortyou]

[It's not enough for her. She loosens her control on him enough that he can reciprocate and she expects him to do so. Still holding the knife, her arm wraps around him. She doesn't seem concerned about getting blood on her uniform. As long as it doesn't get on the couch.]

[dynamic_exit]

[Suddenly, he can move his neck, lean forward slightly, flex his hands and move his arms... to a degree. His legs are still locked in place. Any exhilaration he may have felt at gaining some small amount of freedom is quickly snuffed when he realizes this is the answer to what he's supposed to do.

As she presses closer he exhales shakily against her mouth and gathers his resolve. He'll do it.

But it's not going to be gentle--she's blasted through all of his usual good nature. When he kisses back it's hard, forceful with just a little bit of teeth. It's the closest thing he can get to a fight, but between his own caution and the mental blocks she still has placed on him, the attempt at aggression rings hollow. At best, maybe it will provide the challenge she's looking for.]

[comfortyou]

[She waits for the realization to sink in and continues with increased enthusiasm to match his aggression. It wouldn't be as much fun if she was just controlling his every move. She only needs enough to make him stay put. Her eyes glow as she invades his mind once again.]

:: This must have been what you wanted with the way you were coming on to me. ::

[dynamic_exit]

[The moment he hears her voice resonate in his head, he freezes. That will never not throw him, and it gets under her skin that she has the gall to suggest this is his idea. Lockon pulls back just enough so that his reply is intelligible, though still close enough that his lips brush against her when he speaks.]

You know better than that.

[His tone is a low growl, but it's just like everything else about him in this scenario: reduced to all bark but no bite.

...Well, maybe some bite since Hiling gets a pointed tug on her bottom lip before he dutifully resumes the task at hand.]

[comfortyou]

[The tug at her lip elicits a noise from her throat. She moves off the couch and into his lap. Reading his thoughts, she can tell he doesn't like her talking to him that way, but she does anyway. She wants to antagonize him as much as she can.]

:: I bet you're popular with the ladies. The girl, Feldt Grace mentioned you. ::

[dynamic_exit]

[Up until now, Lockon deliberately avoided having to touch Hiling with his hands since regaining their use. This changes when she pours herself onto his lap and he has to hold the sides of her legs to balance himself and keep from pitching backward.

The comment about being popular with the ladies gets a shrug. The implications of the other matter she brings up are more worrying, so he pulls back to speak once more. If she can be stubborn on this point then so can he.]

Feldt's a very nice girl. I hope she finds someone her age one day.

[He likes the fact that Hilling is bringing up crew members even less than he likes her speaking in his mind. To distract her from getting any ideas about toying with Feldt or anyone else, he reaches up to pull the collar of her shirt down enough to start kissing her throat.]

[comfortyou]

[She makes herself comfortable against him. Just as she was getting into it, she feels him pull away. Her eyes narrow, letting him know she doesn't like that. She'll get him to cooperate yet.]

Give me one reason I shouldn't break her ribs one by one just to hear her scream.

[Oh, but she likes what he's doing there. Her head tilts up to give him better access. If he gives her more, it might just be enough to make her change her mind.]

[dynamic_exit]

[And just like that, his stubbornness on the communication issue evaporates in light of a threat that breaks his heart and makes his stomach lurch.

At least Hiling seems to be responding to what he's doing. He doesn't dare stop, so he bites the bullet and thinks his answer at her.]

:: Because if you do that, I guarantee my... performance will suffer.::

[The hand that had been holding the fabric aside drifts down to unfasten the catch to her collar, causing it to fall open and give him more room to work with. He gives one long, lingering suckle to the juncture between her neck and shoulder before adding.]

:: But if you leave her alone, I'm more likely to get creative. ::

[comfortyou]

[She has to admit she likes the sound of that. Her objective here is to have fun rather than to simply torture him, even if it seems that way at times. If that means letting him have that relief in exchange for what she wants, it doesn't matter to her. It pleases her that he's being more cooperative now. She knew he would. She sighs with pleasure even as she speaks to him.]

:: You'd better make it good, then. ::

[dynamic_exit]

[Warm breath ghosts over her neck as Lockon lets out a sigh of his own, though his is undoubtedly a sign of relief rather than pleasure. He doesn't answer her back, but the thought at the forefront of his mind reads to the tune of 'here goes nothing'.

Working his way down, Lockon starts to leave light nibbles along the line of her collarbone. His hands drift down, slowly running up the outsides of her thighs, finger tips kneading through the light fabric of her uniform as he goes.

[comfortyou]

[Whatever it is he's doing has got her quite content. She likes the attention and hums in encouragement for him to continue. Moving her hips, she rubs against him. She hasn't confirmed or denied what she's going to do yet, deciding to wait and see how much he pleases her.]

:: Is that the best you can do? ::