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THE MINDFUCK MEME

This is not a very nice meme! Many if not all options are potentially triggering. Please use your best judgment before participating.

1. Comment with your character, putting their name, canon, and any prefs in the subject line.
**Please note that this meme is open to both sexual and platonic content. You may wish to list non-sexual rp as one of your prefs.**
2. When other characters tag in, they'll use this handy RNG (1-15) to pick an option from the list below.
3. Have fun, fuck minds, ???, profit.

Options:

1. I Own You: You know—beyond a shadow of a doubt—that you own this person. Furthermore, you're more than willing to break them down until they accept it as truth. All that they are—mind, body, 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: You're two sides of the same coin. You practically own each other! No one else will ever complete them the way you can. You're twins. Brothers from another mother (or was that the same mother?). They won't get away—they shouldn't even desire to. Good thing you're ready to help.

3. Nobody Has Ever Loved You (Like I Do): The person before you clearly doesn't understand how worthless they are; everyone they've ever loved will and should leave them to rot. The only thing they have left—the one creature that doesn't despise them utterly—is you. They should probably start groveling at your feet for such patience and mercy.

4. By Your Bedside: You love them. You love them utterly, and just look at the thanks you get. Look how they've 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.

5. You're a Doll, Doll: Some people just don't get it. They think they have basic human rights the same as anyone else! They don't view themselves as puppets or pets to be played with. They don't understand that they belong on a leash or sitting pretty on a shelf. Poor darlings! Lucky for them you've taken an interest in setting them straight.

6. Stop Forcing My Hand: It's not your fault you're tying them down! It isn't your fault they need to be disciplined! They making you. They stared at you with those eyes! They asked how you wanted your coffee! You wish they could apologize enough for such atrocities. You'd love to let them go. You don't want to do this. You're the real victim here.

7. Kiss Me and Smile at Me: Time for a little mindcontrol up in here! With this prompt, the other person is completely under your control. Tell them to jump, they jump. Tell them to beg—oh. There will be begging. Unfortunately, the effect isn't always complete and sometimes your target knows they're being toyed with. Too fucking bad.

8. Such a Child: If this kid doesn't want to listen and do as they're told, it's high time you start treating them like the little brat they are. Up to you how far this goes, although spanking isn't a bad start. And who cares if they're actually younger or technically older—they need to learn to listen when adults are speaking.

9. A Permanent Stain: All right. All right. You'll be fine as long as you leave this mark on them. Maybe a couple (hundred) bruises will do, or perhaps a tattoo is more your style. A piercing? Sure! Or five. Whatever—all you know is you need something physical to show your connection. Stake your claim and stake it hard.

10. Escape Cockblocker: You've got containing your target down to an art form. You know all their weaknesses and exactly 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 keeping the other right where you want them is absolute.

11. BRUTALITY K.O.: It's easy to be dark and brooding. It's simple to concoct a sinister scheme or two. Violence, however, helps drive a point home with bruising finesse. All it takes is a little brainwashing between punches and voila! You've got your message across. They'll learn to love you for it in no time at all.

12. Feeling Superior: This one is all about rank. Either you're sick of chilling on the lowest rung, or you've always had the upper-hand. Doesn't matter; you're in charge now. Call it a promotion, if you will. Call it learning to excel.

13. Semi-Genderbender: You've always thought of the person before you as a distinctly different gender. It doesn't matter how they identify, you've clearly got the right idea about this. So, you might as well start pushing it. Dresses, manly trousers—pronoun-fuckery all up in here. What about scheduling them for a few… 'enhancing' surgical procedures?

14. You Don't See Me: Sensory deprivation, anyone? This is pretty standard stuff. Take away their voice, take away their eyes— take away sound or taste or touch. Use magic, use devices, use whatever comes to mind. After all, they didn't really need all five senses. That's just greedy! Four—three at most and they'll be sitting pretty under your 'unique' care.

15. Creepozoid's Choice!: Pick any of the options above or a 15th of your own devising. Remember, 15 is always an open option if you'd rather not roll, or if you're looking for a mixture of options.

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[It's not that Yukiko hasn't noticed the change - the worry and the fear are clear. She hasn't said anything, not yet. Saying it made it too real, and that's the last thing she wants.

She stirs, murmuring wordlessly as she feels the shift in pressure next to her, and tilts her head at the warmth against her cheek before blinking her eyes.]

Ryoji?

[He manages a smile, though it doesn't look right... nothing does in this light. He continues to stroke her cheek as he shifts closer to her, breath tickling her skin.]

Yukiko... you're so beautiful. You know I love you, right? And you love me?

[It's the light. It has to be the light, she thinks. She can't help but shiver as she feels his breath against her skin, that thought gone in an instant.]

Of course I know that you love me, Ryoji, and you know I love you.

Good... good.

[He nods gently before leaning down to kiss her forehead. He feels a spark at the contact, and is certain part of it is love... but part of it is his influence starting to creep out and ensnare her mind.]

I'd do anything for you... for that love. Wouldn't you do the same?

[She returns that nod, reaching up to take one of his hands. There's a slight feeling that something is off, but she doesn't pursue the thought further.]

You know me. You know that I have, that I would.

I'm so glad... You understand. It's going to take some time, but I think we'll make everyone understand.

[He lowers himself down, kissing her cheek, her neck, resting at her collarbone. The hand she's holding is squeezed too tight.]

Yukiko... I want you to be my queen. Stay with me until the end.

[Understand what?, she almost asks, but the question is fleeting, chased away with kisses.

The feeling of her hand being squeezed too tightly should have sent alarm bells ringing inside of Yukiko's head, but the bells don't ring nearly as loudly as they should. It's as if a wind chime is tinkling off in the distance, and it's all too easy to ignore it entirely.]

I - I love you too much to say no. I love you, and no matter what, that isn't going to change. Of course I'll stay with you.

[There's a change in the cadence of her words, something that's almost too fast.]

[It's perfect. She's so easily molded, so in tune with his own needs. No wonder he loves her so much... he loves her even now, and it hurts to manipulate her like this, but he knows he has to. Knows doing so will make everything right. He kisses her again, and pushes his influence onto her, taking her feelings and guiding them in the right direction.]

I'm so glad. It'll be scary, I know... but it'll be worth it. We can finally be at peace, forever. No one will have to suffer. We won't have to go through anything like what we did before. Everything will be perfect...

[He sits up, guiding her with their joined hands so she raises up as well.]

You can have whatever you want. All you have to do is tell me what it is... everything you wish for.

[There's a long pause before she says anything else. She blinks, looking confused, but that push of influence settles over her, and the confusion fades from her expression. The kiss seals it, and she swallows hard - as if to swallow down the last few doubts.]

No more towers, no more hurting, no more experiments, no more...

[Yukiko lets Ryoji guide her up, wrapping her free arm around him.]

...I want us to be together. I don't want anyone to hurt anymore. I want - I want to forget the bad things that happened, and only remember the good things.

[He nods and offers a sweet smile, hugging her closer.]

That's easy. I can make you forget... I'll protect you from all the bad things. You'll only see the good now. And none of your friends will hurt... we'll just have to talk to them, make sure they understand what we're doing for them.

[But that won't be a problem. They're not convincing them of anything bad... they just want them to be happy.]

[She rests her head on his shoulder, listening to his words and feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat. It was silly to feel anxious, silly to worry. Nothing bad is going to happen.]

I - I'm sure they will. It's just a matter of getting them to see...

[She tenses for just a moment as she says that, but she pulls him closer, kissing his neck.]

I don't want to be afraid anymore.

[He shivers as she kisses his neck. Even now, that still reminds him just how much he loves her. Enough that he wants to keep that for himself.]

Why don't you let me take that fear away? I can do it. Right now. You won't have to remember the scary things. Nothing will matter besides our love...

[He brushes a piece of her hair away from her face, his smile gentle, sickly sweet, and sinister.]

[That shiver pushes all the rest of her thoughts, and any last lingering traces of doubt out of her mind. Of course it's all right.

Yukiko can't help but blush at that smile - just a bit, enough to bring a touch of color to her cheeks - before she nods.]

Please make me forget. That's - it's all that should matter, right?

It's all that will matter now. Nothing else in the world is important...

[He leans closer to her, and gently touches her lips with a finger before kissing her. He's gentle as he can be, trying to be comforting considering what he's about to do.]

...I'm sorry.

[He doesn't want to cause her pain, but he knows he will. Their lips meet again, and that's when Ryoji pushes his influence to the very limits of his power. Every little thought, emotion, word, action is in his direct control. He's entangled her very mind so that he could have access to all of her memories. He can picture them now, like watching a movie playing behind his eyelids. He watches for a moment...

And then he rips them apart. Every instance of sadness, gone. All her anger, removed. The fear and terror, wiped away. Each instance of any negative emotion is torn away from the tapestry, and with that, the capability for those emotions is gone, too. Her adventures with her friends and her time in the Tower is left in shambles, only fleeting glimpses of joy left behind.

The memories involving him he takes more care with. He doesn't destroy them, but carefully twists them, rewrites them to fit better with the romance they've always been destined to have. There's no pain in their relationship, just a perfect pair with intertwined bodies and fates.

With the twisted memories, he leaves some twisted thoughts. Impulses to push her in the right direction, to mold her from the princess she always has been to the queen he knows she's capable of being. His queen. With her by his side, there's no way they'll fail.

The world will fall, but they will rule what remains.

He pulls away slowly, steadying her with his hands. He doesn't know how much of an impact the process will have had on her, but he knows this is the Yukiko she was meant to be. Everything is okay now.]

How do you feel?

[Don't apologize, Yukiko begins to say, but the words die on her lips. There isn't any need to apologize, not when this is something she wants, something she feels like she needs. She's past the point of being able to speak up and stop.

One kiss, and she's ready.

Two kisses, and the world spins out of control.

She feels every rip and tear into her memories; the first few hurt enough to bring tears to her eyes. She doesn't pull away, though, instead clinging to Ryoji. Her nails dig into his back sharply, painfully. It's a reflex that she can't hope to stop.

The pain stops as the negative emotions are forced out of her. At first, she feels numb, empty, but then everything shifts, and nothing seems to hurt.

What happens to someone who can't feel anger, feel sadness, feel fear? What happens when those dark impulses spring into action?

She tenses one last time, then shudders hard, letting Ryoji finish, letting the dust settle. It's a long moment before her eyes flutter open, and for a moment, they appear golden before fading back to brown. She doesn't speak, not immediately.]

Different.

I know what's going to happen now. There was never any sense in fighting it, not when I...

[Her giggle sounds different. It's still as happy as it ever was, but there's a tinge of darkness to it.]

...I could be the tragic princess that fights and fails, or the triumphant queen, and why would I ever want to be that princess?

[He's gentle and soothing as he waits for her to adjust, smoothing her hair back, rubbing her shoulders. When her eyes open, he sighs in relief, and he grins at her.]

I'm so glad you understand. There's no need to fight it. We'll be together... if we talk to your friends, we can save them too.

[But that's for another time. Right now, in this light, his new queen is especially gorgeous, and the hands on her shoulders guide her down back to the bed.]

You're a triumphant... and beautiful queen. You always were.

[She nods, but waves off the topic.]

We'll be together, and we'll get them to understand.

[As she's guided downward, she moves so that her arms are around his neck.]

I have my wonderful, handsome king to thank for some of that...

[She smiles as she pulls him down to her for a kiss.]

I didn't do anything... this was who you were meant to be all along.

[He moans softly as their lips connect, and he opens his mouth, pressing his tongue against her mouth, already eager for more.]

[She doesn't protest, and even if she wanted to, she wouldn't. Not when there are other things to attend to.

Her lips part for his tongue, and she can't help a matching moan. She's just as eager as he is, if not more, and she shows it by bringing one of her hands to the side of his neck, tracing idle patterns over the skin.

[He shivers again, hands clutching at the sheets surrounding them for a moment before he sits up, reaches the bottom of her shirt. He's less hesitant than he usually is, less careful. Now that Yukiko understands, there's no fear of doing anything wrong or harming her in any way.]

[There never was, as far as she's concerned.

Yukiko pushes herself up just far enough to deal with her shirt on her own, and there isn't any hesitation when she peels it up and off her body before settling back. She shifts, just a bit, letting the moonlight play off her bare skin.]

[He inhales sharply, gazing in awe at her bare skin. He doesn't pause, even when the moonlight seems to turn a familiar shade of green. He just touches every inch of skin he can reach, ending at her hips, smiling as he holds her close.]

[She hardly notices the shift in the moonlight's color. Let it change, as far as she's concerned. It's not as important as the way those touches feel.

She doesn't try to stifle the moans and gasps she feels. She couldn't do it if she'd tried. When his hands rest at her hips, she keens and rocks her hips, taking one of his hands and moving it to her chest.]

[He bites his lip and presses against her, the hand guided up to her chest immediately rubbing and massaging. He can feel the sweat clinging to his clothing, and it would be nice to rid himself of them.

He shakes his head, chuckles lowly.]

How am I supposed to resist you like this? There's something so irresistible about a queen who takes charge.

You were trying to resist me?

[She punctuates the sentence with a roll of her hips and a moan, before reaching up and pulling up the hem of his shirt.]

I never - mmm - would have guessed...

oh, I love this.

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