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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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[She moves the ink stained paper away with a smirk. It really was so easy...]

First, let's start off easy. What is name, occupation, and why were you accused of being a witch?

[She doesn't think anything of it. It's just answering what they already knew, right?]

I am Konoka Konoe, I am a traveler and a medic, and I was accused of witchcraft because someone witnessed me healing without alchemy.

[For the moment, at least.]

Where are you from?

[Yet again she didn't think anything of it, perhaps thanks to the hypnotic ink smell and the promise of evading death.]

I come from Kyoto, Japan, on behalf of Mahora Academy.

[Has Darklaw even heard of that place? Probably not. Mahora was not too far from her home in Kyoto and that was probably just a small detail anyway.]

[She does know Japan and of Kyoto. Not of the Mahora Acadamey but still. That explains the name.

...How in the world did she get to England? Let alone Labrynthia... Not that the girl probably realized it, but Labrynthia was simply a town in the English countryside. Almost sealed completely away from the outside world.]

What were you looking for?

[Oh, that was also an easy one! Even if she weren't under this effect, she probably would have confessed it as well, so long as they never asked too much about details.]

I was looking for knowledge and materials to help me undo a curse.

I see.

[Did this girl...really believe in magic? Interesting.]

How did you hear about this town?

This town was apparently close to the town that had that curse. When I ran out of research to do there, I moved here...

[Of course she did. She was also from a place that didn't shun magic, though she left that out...]

So you heard of Labrynthia from the neighbors?

[... What a twist.]

Yes.

[Wow, if she had used that incense in the first place, she might have been able to get a lot of answers with little grief. On the other hand, Konoka didn't know that.]

I don't believe it.

[...how did they even know about Labrynthia?]

[There's not much Konoka can say. The town next over did in fact have magical knowledge, hence the reason Konoka found her way despite being an outsider. The Konoe heiress shivered.]

I'm telling you the truth.

[Her voice is much more even than she expected, perhaps due to the hypnotic smell of the ink.]

[...hrm.]

Very well.

[She brings the ink back out again, for another dosage.]

Now that you're in Labrynthia, you don't want to leave. Do you?

[She... wasn't sure how to answer that question. However, something in that voice told her, the correct answer was 'no'.]

No.

[So no it was.]

Where were you born?

Kyoto, Japan.

[Very simple answer for very simple question.]

[She gives a small laugh.]

That's wrong.

Eh?

[But she's sure she's being truthful! What's going on here? Konoka felt a bit nervous.]

I think you were mistaken. Would you like to try again?

[Eheh.]

Ah...

[She recalled her situation--she was captured here and put on trial, and she was going to get tossed into the fires unless she somehow helped out this woman bring down someone possessed by their real enemy. She had no information on this town otherwise and no one else knew she was here.

She wasn't certain, but maybe she had to lie in her favor.]

I come from Labyrinthia...

[She didn't sound the most certain about this.]

You don't seem sure.

[The page is still there, the smell of the ink is thick in the air.]

[The ink is a little thicker now, so Konoka thinks back to it. Yes, this was clearly the right answer. Why did she doubt it.]

I come from Labyrinthia! I'm sure of it!

Then why were you speaking of things outside Labrynthia? Everyone knows there isn't anything outside these walls.

[This really was all to easy. She despised the Storyteller but the tricks he had laid out were useful for anyone clever to use them.]

[Konoka kept telling herself to think fast. So long as she sounded convincing, she didn't have to believe it at the core. If she managed to find this real enemy, she could escape at some later date.]

That's because... I was under a curse! The witch Bezella cursed me with something! I-I don't understand how it worked!

What if I don't believe you?