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heavypetting) wrote in bakerstreet2014-03-20 03:12 pm
One last time before I asked this meme to be retired for a bit.
the created for each other meme
a dark shipping meme
Anyone can be manipulated. You just need to work at them through the right person.
You wake up, groggy and confused, in a white room that is expansive and furnished with all white furniture, yet pristine. The white is probably so bright that it hurts your eyes and you may have to blink for a moment. It doesn't help that your body is swathed in white, too; you're wearing what appears to be a modern day white cotton scrub top and and bottom. In fact, the only spot of black on you is on the palm of your hand: right in the center, there's a barcode. Under that, in neat, angular print, is a name. Your name.
It's a good thing it's there because otherwise, you wouldn't know it. Your memories are gone. You don't know how you got here, why you're here, or much of anything else. Soon, however, you'll know that you're not alone. The other person is not you're captor, that much is for sure. They're clothed like you are and look just as confused. They even have the exact same barcode as you, down to the last number. The only thing that differs is the name under it.
But the room is furnished for one alone. One bed, one couch, one bathroom. You two don't know much, yet you know you are two. The secret is soon made clear by a voice over a hidden loudspeaker. The voice claims to be a scientist and announces the purpose of you being here. This is the first day of your existence, they say, and you two were created together and for each other. Lifemates, the term is. You both are the perfect scientific experiment, and let man not tear asunder what science hath created.
And that's it.
Accept this or not, there seems to be little recourse. The room has no visible entrance or exit. The walls don't budge if you hit them. Nothing works. The only time anything changes is when food is brought in, but neither of you have ever seen that occasion. No matter how long you stay up, you always fall asleep when food or other necessities come in. Could that have something to do with the soft, soothing voices and pleasant feelings that sometimes come when you least except them?
You and your "lifemate" may be mutually scared, get along swimmingly from the start. It doesn't matter. Eventually, you'll become closer and closer. Lines will get crossed. Boundaries will get obliterated. Maybe it's because they're the only lifeline you have. Or maybe, maybe what the "scientist" said is right. You're created for each other, and this is your natural state. Whatever the case may be, as time goes on, you want to stay with them, even if you still want to leave this place. After all, how could you leave the side of the person you've spent your whole life with.
Yet there's something in your mind that tells you there's wrong here. Sometimes, at night, you'll get images of another life, and later, during the day, you'll feel hints of an existence you've never known. Luckily, you have your lifemate to get you through this.
HOW TO PLAY
- Basically, your character has no memories and are power-nerfed...for some options.
- Reply with your character and preferences. Also be sure to mention whether or not you'll play smut, since some options are smut-tinged.
- Reply to others!
PROMPTS
- First Meeting — You've just woken up and are getting the news.
- Learning about Each Other — Though you don't have memories, you still have personalities to navigate.
- Distaste — You don't like each other. How are you created for each other at all?
- Guard — While one sleeps, the other looks on. Why does their sleeping form bring up so much fondness?
- Unwittingly — You didn't want to give in, yet you find yourself being pulled in by your companion and growing protective of them.
- Closeness — Soft words grow into soft touches, embraces, tiny kisses, and a gentle (relatively) haven.
- Initiating — The first time you're going to be intimate, or the five millionth time, it will be on your own terms.
- Need You Now — You've grown reliant on your "lifemate" to keep you calm or even take care of you, whether you want to admit it or not. You may even need them beside you to sleep or
- Physicality — Your relationship has a full-on carnal aspect. What else is there to do?
- Twisted by Science — Your emotions have been tampered with to make you love your lifemate more because you weren't responding.
- Pure Love — Despite the situation, what you feel for your companion is real. You truly love them, even if you haven't told them.
- Connection — In some cases, lifemates have been known to have a mental connection, where they can share some thoughts and all pain.
- Aphrodisiac — The sexual bonding between the two of you isn't progressing in a way it should, so one or both of you is injected with a potent aphrodisiac. That should do the trick.
- Implanted Memories — You remember happy times with your lifemate. Surely those memories are real.
- Flashbacks — You remember another life, and it doesn't match up with what you know.
- Nightmares — Waking up in the middle of the night, sweating in fear is never a wonderful experience. Luckily, you have someone close by to cheer you up...if you want to worry them with your dreams.
- No One but You — You've decided to ignore the scientists and make the best of what you have, carving out a little life together.
- Scientist — You're not actually a lifemate, you're a scientist! However, you've developed pesky feelings for one of your subjects.
- Breeding Stock — You're not humans, you're animals, and the scientists want you to breed as such.
- Protect — You'll fight off anyone to protect your lifemate, scientists included.
- Power Surge — What are these powers that have suddenly appeared? You've never had these! Your lifemate should stay back, lest you hurt them.
- Training Together — New equipment has been put into your living quarters and you've been told to learn to work together perfectly. Whether you're both fighters or one is a fighter and the other their handler or healer, you must fit as well in battle as you do in life.
- The Veil Falls — The curtain is raised, and you see that you're not an experiment. You had a life that's been stolen from you. Your mate had one, too. What will you do with this new knowledge?
- Wish to Forget — Instead of being angry or glad about your past existence, you're horrified by what it was like and only want to live in the now with your lifemate.
- To Garner a Response — The scientists want to see how you'd respond if your lifemate was hurt.
- A Task Given — In order to guarantee the safety of your lifemate, you have to do a certain task. Maybe hurting someone else isn't a big deal as long as you get what's yours back.
- A Taste of Freedom — You and your lifemate are allowed out, but you have a job to do.
- Separated — You've been disobedient and as such, you two will be punished by separation.
- Escape — There's a tiny window of opportunity to get out. Take it. But no one gets left behind, even if you would have before.
- Separate Ways — Now that you're out, there's no reason to stay together, right? You're not really lifemates, right?
- Can't Be Without You — ...only not, because now you're dependent on each other, and you can't live a life alone or with another.
- Hard Time Adjusting — It's different living in the free world when you're used to being in a completely controlled habitat.
- Living a Peaceful Life — You've managed to get past all the challenges and are now living a normal life together. But did the scientists ultimately win? After all, you are still "lifemates"...and there's still the trauma to deal with...
- ANYTHING ELSE or WILDCARD OPTION!!!
Bruce Wayne | DCU / Batman | M/M
1, presumably others as they come up
His sleep is uneasy. Something teases at the edges of his mind, keeping him from slipping fully into dreamland. There's something wrong, something -
He sits up. Everything around him is white, pure and pristine and...completely unfamiliar. (There are other colors, right? He isn't just imagining them?) He looks down at his own hands, still blessedly brown - still? He doesn't remember having seen his hands before, so why does he know what color they 'should' be? There's a mark on his palm, a series of numbers and then - Terra? Is that his name? It feels like his name. Maybe.
Terra reaches over and shakes the person (who?) lying next to him in the bed. "Hey. Where are we? Who - who are you?"
Hawke | Dragon Age 2 | M/F
Yata Misaki || K || OTA
Billy Kaplan | Marvel | m/m
Dean Winchester | Supernatural | open
16
She always tells him she doesn't remember what awful things she dreamed, not being able to stand the idea of burdening him with gory details of her terrors. She isn't above turning to him for comfort, though, and automatically rolls over towards him, half hoping that he's already awake. It wouldn't be the first time.]
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[His eyes open drowsily when he feels the bed shift beneath her weight, knows that she's trying to get close. Even half-asleep, Dean knows why. It's happened since they woke up here and got the whole 'Lifemate' speech crap. Not every night, but enough that it still worries him even now.
He doesn't question it though -- she'll just insist that she doesn't remember. Instead, he puts an arm around her and draws her in closer, and breathes out a soft sigh.]
Dreams again, huh?
[It's not like he can blame her (usually). It's not like he's all that open about the crap he dreams about -- probably for the same reasons. For every good dream, there are twenty more that leave him sick to his stomach.]
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Mhmm. Just a dream, that's all.
[She'll keep telling herself that. Like the others, about a man entering her room and violating her, or even Dean himself with a gun to her head. Just dreams.]
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[He wanted to believe that too, but he was starting to wonder... They'd had that talk before though and it never led anywhere good. Dean didn't particularly like getting into the ones he'd had anyway.
Dogs tearing into him and pain so sharp, he swore he still felt it every time he woke up.
Instead, he held her a little tighter, one hand coming up to brush her hair back.]
It's nothing now.
1.
A sultry voice slurs dizzily in the background. Lydia’s eyes blink open rapidly in attempt to take in her surroundings, wincing and lifting a hand up to her temple, as if trying to shade the brightness of the room from gnawing burningly at her hues. Her breath escapes dryly from her lungs as if it’s the first moment she’s been able to draw it in, like being suspended under water until the small cavities nearly burst, given relief at the last second. With her heart pounding incessantly in her chest she pushes herself up from the couch she’s strewn across, pulse seeming to ricochet within her head.
Letting out a fearful huff she takes in the room around her, vision slowly adjusting to the glowing furniture and appliances – every surface covered in an impeccable white. A slight sting sears at the center of her palm, spreading it open with trembling fingers to reveal the barcode that’s been branded like ink against the flesh, brows knitting together at the name scripted beneath the black bars, a set of numbers sitting atop it. “H–Hello?” her voice cracks weakly, lips quivering.
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"Where the hell are we?"
Not like she's going to really know. She looks as lost as he does honestly.
Another glimpse at his hand shows 'Dean' branded in against his skin. Dean... is that his name?
A cold chill goes through him when he realizes that he's got no idea who he is, why he's here. "You okay over there?"
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Still, that didn’t mean she could trust him. For all she knew it was some sort of ploy of his to blend in, what else could possibly explain it? She stiffened when his green eyes met her own, unsure of how exactly to respond. She tried sifting through some sort of knowledge, some semblance of a memory as to who exactly she was, let alone how she was – but with each attempt she reached a numbing block, refusing her any further entrance. A frustrated sigh leaves her, but before she can find the voice for a response the lacy voice greets them once more.
Tʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ.
ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.
Lɪғᴇᴍᴀᴛᴇs, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀᴍ ɪs.
Yᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ sᴄɪᴇɴᴛɪғɪᴄ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴍᴇɴᴛ,
ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴀɴ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ᴀsᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ʜᴀᴛʜ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ.
And then silence, crisp and unnerving, Lydia’s breaths starting to spill forward, sending her into a state of slight panic. “What the hell is going on? What does that mean?”
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He didn't want to be some jackass's science experiment.
Licking his lips, he pushed himself to his feet and ignored the wave of dizziness. Felt like he'd been drugged or something -- though he had no idea how he might have any prior knowledge of that. His limbs felt heavy though and it was such an effort to keep standing.
Not the greatest way to wake up.
And yet, something urged him to not panic and to keep this... whoever she was safe. So that's what he tried to do, holding up a hand in a pacifying gesture. "Hey, relax. We're gonna... we'll figure it out or something. Tell me your name?"
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She shifted a little guardedly as he stood to his feet, watching him regain his sense of balance, the room spinning hazily in his hues. Pulling herself a bit tighter into the corner of the couch her legs remained tangled beneath the small knitted blanket, swallowing thickly – throat suddenly dry.
"I'm–" she started, before her lips fell silent with a part, frustratedly sifting through her thoughts again, like the name was sitting right on the tip of her tongue, but refused to be acknowledged. Spreading her fingertips over her marked palm she navigated around the neatly slanted bars, studying the ink again for a moment before blinking to his gaze.
"Lydia. I think–I– I don't know."
Her pulse thundered loudly within her ears, shaking her head, strawberry waves bobbing at the motion as they spilled free from over her shoulder. "We have– we have to get out of here. Somethings wrong, this isn't… I'm not suppose to be here."
BB | Fate/Extra CCC | OTA
Keith Goodman | Tiger & Bunny | M/M
Nathan Seymour (Fire Emblem) → Tiger & Bunny
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Nathan had honestly last track of how long he and Keith had been in that small room, with its all white walls and floors and ceilings and furnishings. It's so boring to look at, he'd lamented frequently. He did seem to do a majority of the speaking, between the two of them, given that the blond rarely made sense, but they managed. Not wanting to overstep any boundaries the other, likely younger, man had, Nathan had taken to sleeping on the couch instead of the bed, though he always woke up in the bed. He didn't appreciate being moved around in his sleep, regardless of the circumstances, and he made sure whoever was monitoring them knew about it. That didn't stop it from happening, though.
Nor did it stop him from waking up, one 'morning' with a throbbing headache and a throbbing erection. He felt... warm. Flushed, though it wasn't visible. his heart was racing, his breath coming more in short gasps than even inhales and exhales. He rolled onto his side and came face to face with Keith's blushed, though likely still sleeping, visage. What had the scientists done now?
I am SO sorry about barely responding to this!
They began to have less and less to talk about, and the usually chipper man fell into depression. At first Keith was a bit sad that Nathan never began their rest hours in bed, and was mollified by his closeness upon waking, but eventually that distance hit him as well. He began to be annoyed with the small gestures when most things were superficial. These days, it wasn't odd at all for either of them to say much to one another.
He began to dread sleep because he knew that closeness was a false comfort, though eventually he always did, whether he liked it or not. His dreams were of the old cages, of being out and about with people he had cared about. This one was different. He was in these rooms, and vague shadows moved about, muttering in his ear as he was shot up with something. Desire coursed through him, and he began to feel that same heat Nathan was. Strength left his body, and in his mind, Nathan burned bright, hotter than any fire he'd experienced, and all he could think about was his want of the man.
In the waking world, he whimpered in his sleep, and the name of his cellmate drifted in its wake, a murmured desire, a litany for this person of his dreams.
i've been drowning in work, myself, it's all good!
He wriggled a bit closer, then, let long fingers ghost over the strong slope of the man's shoulder before giving his bicep an affectionate squeeze. Oh, ho he'd wanted... There was no more holding back, he told himself, not with the drugs in his veins. He bit at his own lower lip briefly, then leaned in and kissed the blond man for all he was worth.
Castiel | Supernatural | OTA
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Tohko Amano-Bungaku Shoujo-OTA
Rosiel (Angel Sanctuary)
Yuna • Final Fantasy X/X-2 • OTA
homura akemi ➥ ( ρ м м м )
Seimei Aoyagi | Loveless
Xu Shu|Dynasty Warriors|OTA
2 hope this works!
He takes a deep breath before he turns to Xu Shu.]
This place... I believe you would not want to stay here forever as well, right?
Works fine!
[There were so many factors Xu Shu wasn't aware of, not the least of which being who he was, other than his name and that he was being held here with this man.
Whether what the scientists had said was true or or not was impossible to discern at this point. There were too many possibilities before him to consider, so Xu Shu decided to focus on the question just asked of him.]
No, I would not. Though escaping might be a difficult feat. [Or an impossible one, but it was far too early to give up.] At the very least it's going to take a while from the looks of it.
...I take it you have no memories either?
wow I'm the slowest currently sorry
[They didn't have enough information of this place to go on, but if they kept being trapped in this room they might never gain the information they would need to escape from here in the first place.
Liu Bei nods at the question.]
Yes, unfortunately, that is so. I wonder what they want to achieve with this.
[So they were two men trapped in a room, neither of them were having any memories to go on by. They really were in a rather defenseless position here.]
that's okay I'm not exactly fast myself right now
[Xu Shu sat down on the edge of the bed and resting his hands on either side of him, leaned back, staring at the ceiling.]
But whatever it is, it's not impossible to resist them. Though, it may very well take some time before we are given the opportunity.
[A very, very long time from the looks of it, but Xu Shu couldn't afford to be pessimistic this early on.]
Do you think you are up for a fight that might not go anywhere?
thankfully he still has some paid time left and 5!
They'd been here together since the first day, and he knows that the man feels the same. His conclusions have arrived to the same point where they know whatever experiment they're being used for is unnatural. Both of them want to find their way back home and back to where they started, but they have little method of doing so, not when there is no clear route of escape. Guo Jia's already turned over every possibility in his mind, leaving him nothing else but restless, playing small games to pass the time or occasionally allowing his eyes to linger on his companion.
It's true that if he were alone, he wouldn't have fared as well. It's this man who anchors him in some fashion and keeps him steady when it's so easy to be swept up in despair or the possibility that they may die never stepping outside, and some part of him wants to see the world beyond and live in it with this man. It's a growing feeling as of late, knowing that when he finds a way out, it'll be together.
For now, however, he remains by his side, watching Xu Shu while he sleeps and hovering over him with a small smile as he draws a hand through his soft hair. ]
I wonder why those eyes move so much while you dream. What is it you're seeing? Will you ever enlighten me, Xu Shu?
excellent!
While he hasn't lost faith that he can escape, he's not sure he can do it without this man by his side. And honestly, even if he did have the chance to, it just seems wrong somehow and not just because of some moral obligation.
Xu Shu's head feels heavy though, the dream he'd experienced slipping away all too quickly, as was the norm for him. He couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath, feeling like once again he'd failed to hold onto something important, some idea, some symbol or even memory that he could have held onto. He was so desperate for something to help shore up his rather lacking sense of identity that Xu Shu would have accepted the smallest flicker of a dream or a memory, but that was not to be it seemed.
But as his eyes finally opened, he turned and glanced up and ended up smiling despite the situation they were in.]
Ah, sorry... Were you asking something of me?
[He almost would have been annoyed at being awoken, but Xu Shu found himself always willing to attend to any question or task Guo Jia wished of him. When Xu Shu was so powerless, any action he could take, no matter how small, allowed him to feel that he still had some purpose.]
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Some days, he believes this is all completely fabricated and that the reality he is in is much darker and more vile than what it appears on the surface. Xu Shu is always his one consolation, and his fingers don't leave his hair, combing the strands back and trying to flatten all the wayward strands so he can look at his face more closely. ]
I was merely inquiring as to when you would deign to make an appearance in the world of wakefulness. It was getting lonely with you.
[ He sits up a little more to stretch out his muscles before tugging Xu Shu's hand to his mouth and gently pulling his fingers open so he can extend them for Xu Shu and rub his own mouth against his palm. ]
You were tense as you slept. It made me wonder if you could see your life beyond this one and catch glimpses of it in dreams.
[ He felt too distant from his own, unable to recall a single thing at all. He only dreamed of the one by his side being there, though they were always staring one another down as though they were enemies and not partners or friends of any kind. That sort of image makes him as anxious as much as it exhilarates him. ]
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Dreams of the past? Maybe. I can never remember once they pass, though they do feel nostalgic.
[He frowned, annoyed with himself now and his inability to remember. The foolish conviction that this was some failing on his part was hard to shake.]
Then again, maybe they are just dreams, something my mind made up to compensate for my complete lack of a life.
[Or else his life had either been so mediocre or awful that Xu Shu's mind was fleeing from the fact. It was a thing he had often contemplated, that perhaps he was better off not remembering at all, but Xu Shu always dismissed those thoughts in the end. How could a man ever be whole when he didn't know who he was? And he wanted to be a complete person, especially for the one who had been by his side here.
Sitting up after moment, Xu Shu leaned his forehead against Guo Jia's, resting as if he felt the other could help sort his own mind.]
What of you? What do you think your life was like before coming here?
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However, in these dreams, they were always facing one another instead of standing side by side. Shouldn't partners and allies be standing adjacent, a measure of their equality and shared goal? He wondered what it meant when he'd always seem him across some imaginary line. It was both titillating and nerve-wracking to imagine they could turn against the other. It's why he should take great pains to savor what they do have. If those that locked them here manipulate them in that fashion... well, he doesn't want to dwell on it completely, not with Xu Shu so close that he could pick up the faint traces of his soap still on his skin.
His fingers reach behind Xu Shu's head to comb through his short hair, catching a few of the strands and forcing Xu Shu to tilt his head back. His throat is unveiled to him this way, free for him to bury his nose and inhale more of him as he makes a contemplative sound. ]
I like to think my life before was exciting in that way where I lingered between life and death at all times. I must have savored every moment of it.
[ With his insight as sharp at is, he must have known that happiness wouldn't have lasted, and he must have taken great pains to indulge in it every moment he had a chance. ]
But when I think that you might not have been there, then I wonder if I should crave to return to the way things used to be or if I should remain here.
[ Just to be with you.
He smiles and strokes his fingertips down the back of Xu Shu's neck. ]
I believe these dreams are part yearning and part memory. That's my conclusion.
Chuck Hansen | Pacific Rim
Raleigh Becket | Pacific Rim
Cloud Strife --- Final Fantasy VII --- ota
Faith Lehane | BtVS | OTA
Mephisto | Makai Ishi Mephisto
inaba himeko | kokoro connect ( ota )
clover • 999
Kise Ryouta | Kuroko no Basket