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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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[His eyes flicker down, watching his hand. When they return to his face he doesn't so much ask as much as he challenges:]

Are you going to take that?

[Yes or no, Nate, before he decides what he'll do next.]

You plan on abducting me tonight?

[ He says it unemotionally, reasonably, in a way that seemingly presumes an answer of no, since he takes the phone out. He has to answer some questions eventually, and it's easier to lie over texts. ]

[There's about a second before he can't help himself and his lips spread to show teeth, fully engaged in thinking Nate's an amusing little man.]

Are you scared?

[ He gets to look at the phone for a while, at least. It doesn't mean he can't feel that smile, but he can ignore it, carefully tapping out I'm fine and don't wait up. ]

Not of that.

Then what.

[Music to his ears, Nate. He takes that phone away as soon as he's done, carefully enclosed in his hands. Into his own pocket it goes, never breaking eye contact.]

[ It takes him a few seconds to look away. He can't quite connect the difficulty to comparable situations. Train wrecks, dead animals, optical illusions. Something like those. ]

You. [ The way he says it carries about as much impact as an observation about the weather. It's probably not the answer Petre wants, but passive-aggressiveness has its uses. ]

Oh, good. [He shakes his hair off his face, smiling pleasantly. To anyone looking from the outside Petre's just a kid with bright blue eyes and red lips, a frail figure who's all bark and no bite. But Nate's seen and heard a lot more than that. He rarely doesn't follow through with his promises, and they're all dangerous.] That means you're smart, you know. It's a good thing.

[And it sounds like a genuine compliment, too. Like Nate's supposed to smile because he did something right, and Petre's so proud of him for it.]

What does he make you do?

[ Nate says nothing to any of that, of course. He's been through a similar boot camp, just one that took place in his head. This one makes him a lot more angry. He's not ten anymore, after all. ]

He can't make me do anything.

[ As carefully detached as that statement is, it's not hard to draw out the unspoken one: and neither will you. ]

[Petre almost bites back the word: liar.]

Then why are you afraid of him?

[ He gives the floor a dead-eyed look. Of course Petre doesn't really understand being afraid. Of course. With teeth-gritting patience— ]

Because it's frightening. Because I'm possessed, or haunted, or whatever, and he's in my head all the time trying to get me to do stuff. Trying.

I never have.

[ A stretch of the truth, one he can't be one hundred percent sure about, but Nate believes it because he needs to. It has to be something he throws back at Petre, for his own sake. To remember that he can. ]

[Okay, so he lets the answer sip in, and he actually thinks about it. Were it happening to him and he'd consider it an annoyance, yes, but that's because he'd never allow himself to be as fragile as the man before him, despite the fortress he's build around himself and against the world.

Every human breaks eventually. That's just in their nature, especially in the world Petre comes from.]

And now there's me.

[Like a burn that comes to take your thoughts away from another kind of pain.]

[ To which Nate again says nothing. His feelings on the matter are pretty clear, but also irrelevant from Petre's point of view, so there's no point in saying anything. No point in responding at all, for as long as that's possible. He can wait it out, and eventually, probably, maybe, Nathaniel will help him. ]

[He lifts a hand, closes it into a fist and knocks lightly on Nate's forehead.]

Hello?

[No comments on that? Nothing to bite back? And they were having so much fun.]

[ God, and he's petty, too. Nate only tries to knock Petre's hand away from his head. ]

What do you want me to say? Awesome, thanks? Looking forward to working with you?

Something like that? I don't know. I like the sound of your voice.

[He retracts the hand with a little laugh. Let him get to you, Nate, it'll only make it worse.]

I'm tired. Do you want me to organize my own kidnapping or can you just give me my phone back and stalk me on your own time?

[ He can say the most absurd things so humorlessly. ]

[Oh, no. No, no, no. That won't do. He grabs the back of Nate's neck, presses his fingers down tight, almost the reverse of what he did in the desert, to force his head back, throat exposed.]

You don't get to tell me what to do, Nate. Don't get so snippy with me.

[He eyes that throat, sees his pulse twitching under his skin. He could bring out his teeth, sink them in, make him bleed out here and now. But that'd just mess up his clothes.]

Apologize.

[ He has enough time for his eyes to widen and his shoulders come up, then Petre has him and the too late jerk of his body doesn't get him anywhere. And just like that, he's flooded with panic, one hand grasping at Petre's wrist without trying to pull. It takes him a moment to get the right words together, then they come out too quickly. Nate has never kept a tight grip on pride, which doesn't in fact prevent humiliation, but does allow him to work past it. ]

I'm sorry.

[ Slower, then, trying to reach some idealized harmonic of appeal— ]

I'm sorry.

[The only trouble with this is that Nate's friends can probably see them, provided they still care enough to glance at the two, so Petre decides to make things just a little more embarrassing for Nate, brings his lips close to the hollow of his neck, hovering without quite pressing. He closes his eyes, inhales gently, makes a mental note of the aftershave he uses. It's banal, boring, just like the rest of the character he's built for himself.

Slowly, he lets go.]

I forgive you.

[With that he picks out Nate's phone, looks down at it to unlock the screen and give his own phone a call. Now he's got Nate's number. He tosses the phone back to his hands.]

I'm bored now. You can run along back to your buddies.

Tell them I said hi.

[ If it were possible for his body to go anymore rigid, that would happen. As it is, Nate can hardly be too much more scandalized personally, but something in him does wilt more at the possibility that his friends saw that. When Petre releases him, he jerks away, staring hard in another direction and very carefully not touching his neck. The way he fumbles and then clutches the phone Petre gives him, it's like some kind of talisman; and wordlessly, he leaves in the same direction he tried to escape before. Avoiding his friends. ]