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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 (e.g. women only, not #4, AU, aged up, etc.). **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 eyelids flutter like the wings of an insect during its final crawling moments after a firm swat. He's becoming aware of Kurloz's growing desire, and it makes his skin itch from the inside out. Sweeps ago, he would have flirted roughly with the clown, as he had any of their gang, and at that time getting this sort of reaction would have been a dream come true. Ha. Ha. And then Kurloz had become the one person he couldn't advance on (at least not seriously), because he recognized him for what he was. He saw something dark and vicious, something he didn't like. Something science couldn't explain, and by then, he'd given up on everything else.

Kurloz rocks on his lap and Cronus' bulge responds. The hate and fear and desolation he's feeling right now guarantees what fluids will start leaking from him soon enough. They aren't kismesises, no. Not by a longshot with all those teeth splattered on the floor and Cronus not given a chance to fight back. Not with the knife in Kurloz's hand, not an idle threat.

But instinct trumps everything. Biology bashes hope's heart and brains out. Cronus has been desperate to copulate for some time, and while he's nowhere near as aroused as the clown, he despises him enough to feel something.]

Uck. [Some short version of 'fuck you.' More of a grunt than an attempt at honest communication. Behind his back, Cronus' wrists are turning black from all his fighting with the rope. Not enough oxygen making it to his wrists anymore. His shoulders ache, his fingers aren't responding as well as they should.]

Uck. [Give it an hour, and he'd already feel the needle points of new teeth growing through his gums. Give it ten and he'd have enough bone to make it through a soft meal. Give it twenty-four hours, and Kurloz is going to have him tongueless, teeth growing through his lips.

He keens and shakes and growls low.]

[Kurloz does well to deter those away from him that he doesn't want anything to do with. He cut ties early, it made everything easier. So the fact that Cronus stopped paying attention to him? Good.]

[There is no response the the sounds made, just response to Cronus's own movements. Kurloz's tall, thin frame continues to rock against him, dry humping gingerly into that other hardening bulge. The added taken up space makes it more enjoyable as the feeling coils up to intertwine with the scent of blood.]

[But he's wasting time, now he has to heat the knife again. Kurloz slowly leans back, breathing a little more noticeably. His pulls his arms up- they feel like dead weights- but he does it as fluidly as always, moving to heat the knife up once more. His face slowly returns to it's normal, wide eyed, blank look. Part of him argues that it's all right to indulge in this, in punishment. It's right to enjoy what you are raised to do as an indigo. That side of him is tempting him as he watches the flame, and occasionally, Cronus's blood stained lips.]

Oh. Nuoh. [With his tongue still in his mouth, Cronus manages to make an 'n' sound and feels pretty damn proud of himself for all of a clock's tick. The way he's rolling his shoulders looks disjointed; he's too frantic to care after small hurts. His head shakes, and he eyes the flame, then Kurloz and--

God. What had Meulin said? Cronus spent most of the time they talked either on the lookout for her ex-matesprit or watching her mouth more than listening to the words spewing out. Which wasn't to say he wasn't both sensitive and supportive, but it wouldn't have hurt if she-- just once-- rewarded him with a lil' something.

No, no, what did she say? Things about Kurloz? Is there anything he could prey on in turn?]

... [That's around the time Cronus spits, whole mouth on fire with the motion. Purple fans out-- splatters onto the heating fire. Kills it in its tracks.

His eyelids are narrowed to slits. His breathing heavy. His bulge filling out in response to the grind, and the fear.]

[His eyes close, the only real reaction to the spit, well, besides the lighter getting doused. But by now the blade is hot enough, hot enough to stay hot even when he whips has hand to slap Cronus in the face. There is a slight glare there, a part of him furious at the disrespect. But he quickly gets ahold of himself and pries open his mouth again, yanking at his tongue tightly and leaning closer with the knife.]

[The smack jerks his head to the side fast enough a couple cracks can be heard coming from his vertebrae column (nothing major, just things shifting about). He groans thick, liquid breaths, and for a second considers submitting to what seems inevitable.

Then again, no.

With one hand having to hold his tongue while the other prepares the knife, it's a slippery situation for Kurloz. Utilizing enough force, and Cronus has no choice but to, he can yank his tongue free and he curls it back toward his throat. A game to stall out as he tears his arms tearing apart the ropes. The indigo has only to look to see they're on their last leg and soon enough Cronus will possess the ability to do something in his own favor.

There really isn't time to waste chasing after his errant tongue, is there?]

[Silly Cronus. Kurloz has very much time. The knife hot was for his sake, but if the other troll wishes to bleed out after he slices it later, then he may. The clown quickly puts the knife back in his sylladex and replaces it for more rope, stringing his nimble hands around him and adding more binds, tighter. How much he jerks, Cronus, it's more than before, he seems to have more free space to move his arms. That will not due and Kurloz quickly and precisely ties him up further.]

[Great plan, Kurloz. Get your face as close as you can to the troll who has figured out that he has nothing left to lose after you've got him now and still again. Oh, he can't bite with all his teeth, but there are enough in the back that he can somewhat latch onto the front of the taller youth's throat. More importantly, he can try to scratch at him with those horns of his-- catch him on the temple as he does his best to shove the excruciating pain down and do a fair amount of harm of his own.

He'll coat the bastard in his own color if nothing else.]

[Fight as you will, but he gets no harm on his neck, Cronus merely clenches what teeth he can on the high neck collar of his suit. The smash to his temple with horns is received though and Kurloz quickly jerks his head to the side and keeps it there. His hands yank tight, wrapping the rope and finally knotting it as tight as he can before removing the knife again. This time when he smash Cronus again he hits the temple, the his cheek.]

[If he was to try and bite, he would remove all this teeth then. So motherfuckin' be it.]

[Perhaps the best course of action would be to coerce the nookwipe into knocking him out again. He's already bleeding enough that if possible, he'd be double-dead (ha what a stupid and improbable concept). A couple more blows to the thinkpan and he'd be out, blissfully floating in darkness for the second time that evening. Literally the next best thing to not being here.]

Nn. [He can barely move his head, but he shakes it the scant inches he can, attempting to maul Kurloz through sheer force of will. He won't stop moving and he won't give up. Such a problematic individual, someone might say.]

[If he would prefer to be knocked out and wake up to the punishment awaiting then he could perhaps be led to that. For now he merely focuses on smashing out every tooth.]

[Crack, crack, smash. His movements hard, getting harder, fast and powerful as he starts to feel that arousal snarl in his gut again.]

[He wishes they'd never gone to the same afterlife. At first it might have seemed a cotton-candy-coated blessing that they all managed to find the same basic space to non-exist in. What a load of seahorse shit. Solitude, while boring, would have been better than this. Being stuck with Kankri listening to lecture upon discourse upon theory with no reprieve would have been a kinder fate.

Violent violet everywhere. The Prince does a good job of beating Cronus into a near oblivion, and he's barely awake by the end of it. Everything's gone into a deep, unforgiving haze. He can barely see, certainly can't even talk.

He's drifting now.

Meenah's bomb was more forgiving.]

[Once all the teeth are out he has no reason to continue hitting him, and he slowly inspects his mouth, sliding his fingers over the tender wounded gums. Kurloz shivers a little, subtly, his face blank, but his bulge still curling tight in his body suit. There's a long breath and he gets a tight hold on his jaw, pulling out his tongue again and readying his knife close to his face. Again he stares, taking in the scene, running his eyes down this ass holes's form, this blasphemer's visage and taking in everything that presents itself pleasing to his senses.]

[But he doesn't indulge for too long before he's yanking hard on the oral muscle and pulling the knife up to shuck out Cronus's tongue like the innards of a molluskbeast.]

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