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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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[There's footsteps a short while later. Darklaw is back--though she doesn't open the cell again.]

I told you to stay still, didn't I?

[There wasn't anger in her voice but rather disappointment. It was such a simple order, too.]

Ah?!

[She had been focused on 'don't touch the blindfold' that she never thought about 'staying still'. And even if she had, she thought it simply meant 'stay inside'.]

Oh, I'm very sorry!

[The door to the cell was locked after she left. Just in case. She gives a sigh as she unlocks the cell.]

Come here.

[Feeling nervous, the brunette rose off the bed and followed the sound toward the door, hopefully approaching Darklaw and not, say, bumping her head ungracefully against the door.]

You do realize your mistake, correct?

[It seems to have worked. Yet she doesn't open the door. Instead, she leans on it to keep it shut.]

If you have...what do you suppose should be your punishment?

I don't know! Ummm...

[She certainly doesn't want to stand trial any more than she already has (to), but it was her mistake. She thought about her earlier threats.]

Are you going to bind me again? Or take one of my senses?

[Wait. Perhaps if she surrendered her speech, then she would listen better, and have the least to lose.]

I think you can take my speech.

[And hopefully, she could earn it back.]

Oh? Is that so...?

[She starts to open the cell again.]

Very well. Sit down.]

[She backed away enough to not get struck by the door and sat down right where she started. Konoka was still nervous--what if she screwed this up somehow? What if this person was unfair and did more than silence her? Why did all of this feel so strange? It was like playing a game under knifepoint.]

[She was true to her word. When she enters the cell, the only thing she does is pick up the bindings and tie it around Konoka's mouth. Tight enough to restrict speech but low enough that she could still breathe through her nose.]

[The bindings are tight, with a knot in the center that fills Konoka's lips and parts them, almost making them more noticeable than normal. But at least it's not painful. Still, a punishment is a punishment and Konoka worries.]

Mmmnnn.

[But what can she do now if she can't speak? What if she has to incur another punishment? She'd as soon beg to be tied up again than lose her hearing.]

That's good, easy now.

[With the knot tied, she whispers into her ear again.]

When I ask you a question, nod for yes and shake your head for no. Do you understand me?

Mmm-hmmm.

[Konoka nodded her head vigorously.]

Good.

[She unties the blindfold, finally. She could justify the gag to the Knights if she took her outside but the blindfold wouldn't work. So it has to go.]

[And much to her amazement, she could finally see again. She actually took a moment to look at the dungeon where she was held, and then the woman who had held her life in her hands. She still had plenty of questions, an no way to ask them due to her helpless situation, but with her mind played with she could only follow her lead.]

Don't look at the light directly, you'll hurt your eyes.

[At least she knows that much.]

Mmm.

[She learns that lesson a shade before it's too late and averts her eyes before she can hurt herself. As such, she as to squint to adjust to the light. Slowly.]

Isn't that better? Miss Konoe?

[She's still whispering in her ear.]

Mmmmn.

[She nodded slowly, still following her. At some point, her eyes will finally adjust, and she could better take in her surroundings, and perhaps figure out where they're going.]

[The trip from the dungeon to the main area of the court house isn't that long. It doesn't seem that there are any guards around, however.]

Now...are you ready?

[She followed slowly. She almost forgot that even if she had protection, she still had to stand trial, and she still had to prove her innocence in court. Nothing spoke this to her like arriving at the main part of the courthouse. She herself could still screw up and get tossed into a fire.

She just had to believe in herself.

...by the way, she would get ungagged to testify, right?]

Mmmhmmm.