Created for Each Other

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the created for each other meme
a dark shipping meme

tl;dr version — a meme that explores a shipping concept from a darker perspective. Characters, brainwashed by losing their memories and other scientific deviancies, are bonded with their "lifemate," who they're said to be created for. They must live together and grow co-dependently close, all while the machinations behind the scene are twirling like cogs in order to move them closer to the darkness.

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

1. First Meeting — You've just woken up and are getting the news.
2. Learning about Each Other — Though you don't have memories, you still have personalities to navigate.
3. Distaste — You don't like each other. How are you created for each other at all?
4. Guard — While one sleeps, the other looks on. Why does their sleeping form bring up so much fondness?
5. Unwittingly — You didn't want to give in, yet you find yourself being pulled in by your companion and growing protective of them.
6. Closeness — Soft words grow into soft touches, embraces, tiny kisses, and a gentle (relatively) haven.
7. Initiating — The first time you're going to be intimate, or the five millionth time, it will be on your own terms.
8. 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
9. Physicality — Your relationship has a full-on carnal aspect. What else is there to do?
10. Twisted by Science — Your emotions have been tampered with to make you love your lifemate more because you weren't responding.
11. Pure Love — Despite the situation, what you feel for your companion is real. You truly love them, even if you haven't told them.
12. Connection — In some cases, lifemates have been known to have a mental connection, where they can share some thoughts and all pain.
13. 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.
14. Implanted Memories — You remember happy times with your lifemate. Surely those memories are real.
15. Flashbacks — You remember another life, and it doesn't match up with what you know.
16. 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.
17. 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.
18. Scientist — You're not actually a lifemate, you're a scientist! However, you've developed pesky feelings for one of your subjects.
19. Breeding Stock — You're not humans, you're animals, and the scientists want you to breed as such.
20. Protect — You'll fight off anyone to protect your lifemate, scientists included.
21. Power Surge — What are these powers that have suddenly appeared? You've never had these! Your lifemate should stay back, lest you hurt them.
22. 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.
23. 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?
24. 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.
25. To Garner a Response — The scientists want to see how you'd respond if your lifemate was hurt.
26. 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.
27. A Taste of Freedom — You and your lifemate are allowed out, but you have a job to do.
28. Separated — You've been disobedient and as such, you two will be punished by separation.
29. 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.
30. Separate Ways — Now that you're out, there's no reason to stay together, right? You're not really lifemates, right?
31. 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.
32. Hard Time Adjusting — It's different living in the free world when you're used to being in a completely controlled habitat.
33. 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...
34. ANYTHING ELSE or WILDCARD OPTION!!!

Comments

Clark Kent | Man of Steel | OTA

[cornfedalien]

15 maybe?

[batsintheattic]

When Clark wakes up, he'll find his lifemate, Bruce, in a very unusual position. Normally, Bruce just lays there, on his back, staring at the ceiling, until Clark wakes. They might talk a bit, fuck, eat, but Bruce keeps to himself most days, is quiet, reserved, a little distant.

Today, his broad hands are covered in black ink. He's crouched in the loveseat at the corner of their shared room, bare feet on the cushions, a pad of wrinkled papers balanced precariously on his knees and the pen that's been leaking all over him as he writes and draws clutched so tight in his grip that it makes sense now why it's spilled on him - he'd crushed it in his overly tight grip.

On the notepad, he's been writing. Drawing. Things that don't quite make sense. Memories, maybe. Or...or stories. He's not sure yet. The only thing that keeps coming, amid every paragraph, is the black shadowed symbol of a bat.

Re: 15 maybe?

[cornfedalien]

It was actually the lack of silence which had awakened Clark. Certainly, the other had worked while Clark was asleep, this is the first time it was so persistent. The scratching of the pen against paper and it's eventual scraps become too much for him to ignore, though, so he finally rouses himself. When he sees what Bruce is working on, though, he leaves the bed, floating silently before landing just behind him.

Peering around his shoulder, he frowns before taking up one of these scraps. It's...disturbing, to say the least. Not just the images, but the fervor behind his actions. At last, he breaks the silence, resting one hand against his mate's shoulder. "Where did this all come from?" He can't remember anything about this. It isn't in their lessons, whenever they do get them. And most really is gibberish, but the bats at least seem familiar, even if they look nothing like what the books depict.

[batsintheattic]

The pen makes a disturbing sound as Bruce's muscles tighten and shift. He'd been so involved in what he was doing that he...forgot. All about Clark. His lifemate. The pen has already been snapped in two at this point, a few jagged plastic edges digging into the calloused skin of Bruce's hand.

"I don't know," he says, voice quiet and thoughtful. He swallows the urge to keep going. There was something else he wanted to write.... Something about Clark...

Slowly, he drew another symbol, but the large S shape didn't look familiar to him when he was done. Clark was Clark. There was no S in his name. Even though Bruce felt certain that the symbol was Clark's name. Somehow.

"Do you recognize this?" he asks, jabbing a black finger at the drawing.

Aya Fujimiya | Weiss Kreuz | m/m

[withhername]

[If you'd like me to set up the scene, just give me the prompt number and can do.]

8

[kittyking]

[Waking up in the overly bright and white room had been confusing enough. Even more confusing had it been to be told that the both of them had been created as a pair. Lifemates the voice had said, Nothing really sat well with Duzell. He didn't like to think that he had no control.

But despite all of those confusing things nothing compared to the strange detail about him being unable to eat food. It didn't tasted much at all to him and the few things he bit into that held a taste got spit out over how awful it tasted. The little food he did eat made him sick to top it all off. The answer of why things look liked that came one day when his so called partner accidentally cut himself and right away fangs popped out and Duzell found himself biting into a wrist to get out more blood.

Since that day he hadn't fed on anything. Not the food nor more of the blood. It left him weak. Too weak to get up from bed this morning. There simply seemed to be no point behind it. There was nothing to do here beside feeding and that would on his part only lead to hurting and somehow he did not wish to do that. It hurt his pride to only be able to lay around like a worthless rag, but it had to be better then hurting.]

[withhername]

[And yet Aya (his name? Is it really?) quietly finds himself nursing the desire to feel that hurt again, agaisnt every bit of reason his mind tries to put forth. He rubs at his wrists for days, bothering the bandage that they put over the wound once they came in, accepting the sudden unorthodox feeding like it was perfectly expected.

Which it probably was.

They never give them answers; never offer more than necessities, physical false-comforts the same maddening white and directions which they're expected to follow.

He gives Duzell space for both of their sanities but when the other man fails to rise from their bed (he slept on the floor the night before, not trusting himself to keep from offering, pushing, pressing himself close in a gross way... It hadn't been horrible. He feels almost like he'd done it before...) what simmering concern kept somewhat tucked boils over.] Duzell.

[Aya kneels down by the side of the bed in front of where his lifemate lies curled in on himself, the violet of his eyes tight. His pulse quickens because it's only obviosu what he needs.] Duzell, this...

This can't go on.

[kittyking]

[Duzell cracked crimson eyes open and turned his gaze over to Aya. Something he regretted as he could see that quickened pulse. Parting his lips slightly, fangs could already been seen. He was so hungry and there Aya was tempting him with his blood and life.]

...Don't want to.

[He sounded as dead tired that he looked. Paler then usual and remarkably colder to the touch. The heartbeat he actually had slowed down until close nothingness. All clear signs that he was on the verge of dying. Feeding was a thing that couldn't be put off any longer.]

I'm fine...

[A lie as clearly bright as their room. No one that looked like he could melt into the room at any given moment could be fine.]

Spock | Star Trek: Into Darkness | OTA

[spohkh]

Derek Hale | Teen Wolf | M/M

[withmy_teeth]

Annie Riordan | OC | OTA - no 19 please

[oneirophiliac]

32 y/n? :|a Alternately 27.

[piqued]

coin says 27 o/

[ishineon]

\o/ And if you give me a hint I could also do Rap. :|a

[piqued]

He's not sure he Likes it, really.

He likes the Idea of it, of course. He likes having a Purpose, which the work they have to do out here provides. He likes the Premise of being trusted enough to go out into the Open and fulfill an obligation, to come Home again at the end of everything. He likes time with Annie, time without Interruption; time when one of them isn't going to be dragged off abruptly for Adjusting.

He likes wearing clothing that isn't White and so easily Scuffed.

But he doesn't like this Outside they've been given out to. He's Overwhelmed with the stimulation (and a piece of him Knows that he used to be Of this place, that the little flashes and ticks and Nightmares all come from belonging Out Here, but that doesn't make it Easier); with the infinity of people who Aren't Annie all around them.

His fingers stay locked, vice-like, around her wrist until they're locked safely away in a hotel room. Even then, it's hard to think of letting go.

Raphael Scallion | OC | OTA - no 19 please

[messire_messer]

Säde Pekkanen | OC | OTA -no 19 please

[ishineon]

I rolled an 18 and have been laughing for 50 years her in h/v?

[diemwnt]

that screech you heard was me yes please yes.

[ishineon]

Mystique | X-Men First Class / Days of Future Past

[shehasdreams]

[Spoilers are okay, ota]

Eric Northman; Southern Vampire Mysteries; OTA

[mr_high_handed]

16

[wildfiremystery]

[Loki was tossing and turning in his sleep. As of lately he had been dreaming an awful lot and this time no different. Beside that he seemed to be in more distress then normally. He moved around more often and let out small whimpers. Things had even gone so far that he had started to sweat. It wasn't anything nice he were walking through in his dreams. The worst part being that he simply couldn't wake up from it. Waking up would be so very nice, but the dream went on mercilessly.]

Re: 16

[mr_high_handed]

[Eric is not far from Loki when he begins to toss, he has already awoken and is sitting there in a daze. Everything feels off and the voice that begins to intone snaps his head around as he looks with striking blue eyes for the speaker.

He can not find them; all he can find is the man in the bed, who can not seem to hold still.

A nightmare is it?

Eric slips forward, sitting on the edge of the bed he gives Loki's shoulders a shake to try and wake him.]

Rip van Winkle | Hellsing | OTA

[singinghuntress]

[captain_asthmatic]

:3 I vote for 8.

Perfect~

[singinghuntress]

[When they had first woken up and were first told what they were Rip felt thrilled. Her lifemate was handsome, looked strong and according to the scientists, made for her.

But something felt off with her. For a time, she was happy and just wanted to know more about him. Then it would feel like someone suddenly flipped a switch. Rip felt like she wanted to destroy something, to tear a living thing apart and she didn't know why.

The moods would come quickly and every time they passed, it left her scared and confused, clinging to her lifemate like a lifeline until Steve was practically that. He kept her from hurting herself in those violent outbursts. He was the complete center of her world.

And the one that could calm her down when one of the moods hit. Steve always seemed to know how to take care of her.]