bakerstreet | Forced Telepathic Bond Meme: I'm With Stupid

Forced Telepathic Bond Meme: I'm With Stupid

Telepathy. The ability to hear the thoughts of others and pry into other minds. Suddenly, you have it. Or maybe you always had it.

And now you're connected, for better or worse, to another person, for who knows how long. You can feel their thoughts and, more alarmingly, they can hear yours. You share dreams, you can feel them there constantly, you their joy and their grief.

INSTRUCTIONS;

1.] Post with your character name, canon, and any preferences you may have.

2.] Try not to leave just a blank comment. Maybe write a little scenario about what your character is thinking or feeling, something their partner can pick up.

3.] Whoever tags you now shares a telepathic bond with your character.

4.] When tagging, you may roll 1-5 Extent and for How on the RNG if needed.

EXTENT OF TELEPATHY;

1. Sudden Onset Limited. It's a bond limited to exclusively you and your partner.

2. Sudden Onset Unlimited. You and/or your partner can hear the thoughts of others, but it's largely uncontrollable. And you retain a special bond with your partner that you can't block off.

3.] Experienced Limited. You've had your bond for a little while now, and have some experience with controlling it. Limited between you and partner.

4.] Experienced Unlimited w/o Partner. You've had telepathy for a while, but having a bond with your partner is new and confusing.

5.] Experienced Unlimited Partners You and your partner are pretty used to this, and either you, or both of you, can use telepathy on other people.

HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?

1. Genetic. Baby, you were born this way. Maybe you didn't know it because it was a recessive trait and only appeared at a certain age. Maybe it's a mutation. Your partner shares this genetic trait and, by proximity, you've been bonded.

2. Government. Generic "The government is responsible!" Either you consented or you did not, but you've been partnered by an act of your government... or someone else's.

3. Experiment. You started trying to just bend spoons and... whoops! It was an experiment. Either you planned it or an enemy/evil scientist is responsible!

4. Through Strife/Friendship. You got really close, whether by sharing a hardship/trauma or just being together and getting on.

5. Really Intense Sex. Smut option. Guess it was so mind-blowing that you literally connected minds.

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[It was the story of Loki's life that when he worked this spell, a gentle and subtle slip into the mind of Dr. Banner, that it would fail so gallingly. A testament to the fact that everything he tried crashed and burned. Oh, but he wasn't going to linger on that, ever forward, ever forward. He might gain some advantage through this anyway, the beast had more secrets to give up than Loki-

it never did to lie to oneself.

But he did anyway.

His thoughts were a chaotic mess, no lines of logic, no neat trains of thought. An explosion of ideas, mental word salad, strings of runes and lines of pragmatic diagrams that intersected with the cosmos, absolute nonsense and whatever he'd watched on television that morning.

It was enough to drive a sane person mad.

On the other hand, so is the fact that Banner seems to be engaging in internal dialogue with himself. And holding up both ends of the debate markedly well. Even if Loki could feel a strange pressure behind his eyes.]

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[When it hits him, his first thought is of the Hulk, but while there's a hallucinatory feel to it, it isn't the same overwhelming full sensory white noise that is his experience of the Hulk, it's more like the induced hallucination experiments he volunteered for at Harvard.

When he can pick out the thoughts about "the beast" and his secrets and a spell gone awry, there's only one explanation.]

Loki. [The background noise spikes before Bruce damps it down.]

I've been told arguing with oneself is a sign of madness if another answers. [He inwardly scowls at having been found out so easily.

And narrows eyes at that background noise. What was it? The beast?

Tsk. Obviously Banner's precariousness with his own personal safety began early if he was experimenting early on. Though whatever was a Harvard? He had only to poke a little in Bruce's mind to find out.

Ah. And how ironic the beast was so educated. At least he would prove useful this way. Hawkeye had tactical knowledge, but cultural diversions such as the Facebook and Internet Memes were not the sort of things Loki sought.]

You must do it constantly. [He's looking around now, trying to sort through the added noise and input in his head to get some indication of where to find Loki.

The thought of having that crazed alien in his head makes his skin crawl, and feeling Loki's mental fingers in his brain plucking out information was even worse.]

The mass murderer doesn't get to call me a beast.

[Curiosity, digging in Loki's mind as though finding a new corner of his own mind with thoughts and memories long forgotten.]

Advice from one mass murderer to another? [He knows about you, Bruce. He knows.

And he's scowling because he can feel you in his mind, a wave of rage rising. Out, mortal. But he can't pry Bruce out, though his mind twists and his power fights, there's no way to evict him.

Don't mind him, he'll just make himself at home in your space, then. Digging and sifting, while he tries to keep his own thoughts contained and locked away behind doors and traps and dragons and words written in arrow straight lines.

It won't work, but he tries. He'll not be humiliated by you again.]

You did it for fun.

[When he described Loki's mind as a bag of cats he'd had no idea how near to the truth he'd been, if the cats were feral, rabid, with sharpened claws and bloodied fangs. There are corners he touches that he flinches away from, pits of jealousy like sulfuric acid.

He pushes other thoughts and memories out for Loki to distract him. Saturday morning cartoons and dead baby jokes he heard in sixth grade.]

And you can't even see why what you did was wrong. [Families mourning loved ones, destruction and pain left in the Hulk's wake. Loki might not feel regret, but Bruce's is as bitter as chewing on aspirin.]

Practicality. Not something so mundane as fun.

[And the imagined slights, the overreactions to the most mundane misinterpretations. There's no remorse because none has been shown for him! (lies) There's more than one twisting undercurrent around these thoughts, Loki's own- I only wanted to be your equal and the repetitive and growlingly angry, I was a king- a taste slightly artificial.]

Human, Jotun, as all vermin, you will breed more. [A flash of the Jotun, large blue beasts of a race that fight with ice, Thor cracking that ice, killing with his hammer. Loki on the bridge, attempting to destroy the entire realm.

He pushes through the cartoons and dead baby Jokes to see that remorse, that bitterness. Weakness, more like. He sifts through Bruce in India, finds great amusement at his encounter with the Widow.]

Conquest is never wrong. The things you would have been gifted after my rule was accepted- tsk. Your diseases, your wars, your suffering, is that not symptom of your freedom? Free to harm. Free to take.

Cruelty. You'll never be a leader. You don't know the meaning of the word.

[And Thor calls humans petty? He should get a look at his brother's mind. Better him than Bruce; it's making his head hurt while he tries to find some comprehensible hook to get Loki to see where he's lost his shit and gone skipping off into completely sadistic lunacy.]

They were people with more to contribute than whether they'd kneel to you. Admit it, you tried to rule us because you aren't strong enough to rule the Jotuns or the Aesir.

[There's a sudden mental shout of GET OUT! and the background noise rises to a low roar, like a wave cresting before dropping back along the beach of Bruce's consciousness.]

Life is cruel, Doctor. As you well know.

[ The shouting catches his interest, but he doesn't pry for now. He will pry later.

For now he's looking at Bruce's interest in Tony. Ah. Now that was interesting. ]

The Man of Iron? Truly? [ A smile like a cat with cream.

There is no rhyme or reason. Only Odin and Loki falling- being thrown - falling- letting go. The darkness of the spaces between the stars where time stretches on and on.]

Life is cruel enough without adding to its measure.

[He's disappointed that the shout has no effect at all. He'd hoped for some reaction other than fleeting curiosity.

To deflect from Loki's interest in Tony and the thoughts that Loki homed in on in particular, he pulls at memories of Thor.]

[His smile is mad as a hatter. ] Oh. Did you think to frighten me with your beast? [ He knows something you don't know, Bruce, minds connected like this? He can and will rend your mind should the beast sic itself upon him.

Of course. It works in the reverse as well. ]

With his status I'd not take him for ergi, but there is your beast to consider- [And he fairly snarls as Bruce invades those memories, the good- the memories that stay his hand and the bad- know your place. ]

[If he didn't know it before he knows it now and Loki is underestimating him if he thinks that Bruce's mind is going to be anything at all like a normal human's mind. It wasn't even before the Hulk, but after the Hulk? And after years of study and self-discipline? There are a few landmines hidden away in there.]

Ergi? [He pulls at the definition and snarls inwardly, the background noise of his rage rising in volume without receding this time.] My beast should have torn your head off when he had the chance.

[He takes great pleasure in baiting your self control, Bruce. And presses further- ] Temper. The rage only proves the accusation true. Shh I'll not out you to my brother.

[ And he's forcing his way into Bruce's memories, deep in. Flashes of Bruce's father, the bite of a belt, the sting of a fist, the rank smell of alcohol soured breath and angry words. ]

[Screw you and your "accusations." His anger is for the threat to his friend.]

You shouldn't have gone there.

[Welcome to Bruce's personal house of horrors. It's like a gravity well - drawing you deeper and deeper, and the farther you go, the harder it is to pull away. He pushes memories at Loki, making them personal - the sense of powerlessness, of being ground down by someone bigger and stronger, the fear.]

[Oh Bruce, he's laughing at you. It's adorable, really, but he has his own persecution complex, his own golden pillar of perfection ever grinding him down- but when he reaches for those memories, it's as if all he can grasp are Bruce's terrors.

A shiver of panic rides through his thoughts and he's twisting, pulling at Bruce's memories, unsure whether he's snarling and thrashing aloud or only mentally. ]

Stop this! Cease! [ But is it the manin the memories he yells at or Bruce? ]

[Enjoy the feel of real persecution, of real oppression, and of the true feeling of being in the hands of a capricious "god" who thinks that cruelty is a useful tool in ruling the home. Bruce shoves this at Loki, and if there's an undertone of Eat it! well...

If Loki was going to go for the memories anyway, Bruce is going to give him the full ride.]

[He almost can't breathe for it, he'll never own to the wet patches on his cheeks at the memory of Bruce's mother's murder.

But.

But.

Loki is nothing if not the God of Martyr Complexes and the grip of Bruce's memories does not hold him long. And he is a bitter god. A petty god.] Like for like. [He hisses, and if his voice cracks, he does not acknowledge it.

Instead, he attempts to hit Bruce with the weight of the void, the memory of falling and falling, of freezing and burning and endless black until his mind almost unmakes itself. Unbidden come the other memories, No, Loki, and the well of hopeless despair, at the disappointment in his father's eyes yet another time the time when Loki wishes it to be the last. When he lets go and wills it to be the end (will, because hope is a tenuous thing, shredded by Odin's words). ]

[The endless black for Bruce is nothing he fears; it's something he tried to embrace, but it wouldn't have him.

A father's disappointment? What he wouldn't have given to have a father who loved him enough to be disappointed, although the burn of the disappointment still strikes him, leaves his heart clenched and throat tight. You had thousands of years of a father's love you fool.]

[Love? Love? He'll eat your heart, you stupid, stupid mortal.

So low you are to wish contentment as second, as a relic cast aside when proven of no more use. A monster playing at a god. He is a monster. He'll prove it. He'll show you. He'll hurt you for seeing this, for knowing this.

And he's fighting at his own spell, the serpent eating his tail, but it gets him nowhere. Gains him only a splitting migraine. How can these humans thwart him over and again? He digs claws into his own mind to stop the answer from bubbling up, Jotun. Monster. Snake in godly skin.

He remembers Bruce and all that vehemence turns back upon him once more. His fault.]

[With the deep well of self-blame that Bruce carries with him, it takes little effort to leave him teetering at its brink, knowing that almost everything in his life is the result of his choices or simply his existence.

If they weren't in public, if there weren't innocents passing them even now, he'd let it go and leave Loki to face the brutal simplicity of the Hulk's mind.

But he can choose here and he does, the roar underlying his thoughts is loud, almost deafening, but still damped down because Loki has already made him change once almost at a whim, and Bruce isn't handing him that power again.

All of it, all of the madness being forced into his consciousness, the sheer alien nature of Loki's mind, leave him with bolts of pain slamming through his mind, sending showers of sparks across his vision.]

[That choice only heightens his rage into an incoherent fury from which only snatches of you are no better than me can be caught because he failed to bring about the Hulk.

Just the brush with that roar, however, leaves him physically shaking, doubled over on the bench, the memory of slammed about as he was fresh in his mind and bones.

And then he's losing it. Just twisting to the side, one arm braced on the bench to vomit over the side of the wood slats.]

[Bruce only has long enough for the briefest flash of smugness I am better than you before the memory of what the Hulk did to Loki hits him. It isn't the remembered pain that does him in, but the whirling perspective of being whipped from side to side, slamming into the floor over and over.

The pain behind his eyes is blinding, so all-encompassing that he barely registers sliding off the bench to brace himself on all fours while he retches onto the jogging path.]

I'm going to kill you. [The threat loses impact when Loki retches again after delivering it. There's a distinct lack of that mad rage behind it, more a sullen blame. That this is all Bruce's fault somehow and not Loki's.

He was never good with taking responsibility. Persecution complex.]

You wish. [Managed between heaves from a mostly empty stomach. He knows he can't die, and if Loki could manage it for him, it's not the loss that it would be for some people.

He catches the attempt to shift blame and thinks as clearly and loudly as he can, I'm not the idiot who screwed up a spell. That's all you.]

You'll wish. You'll [Hurling.] beg for .... death. [His head hurts too much to put a proper threat together.

The fault of your tainted biology.

But he's despairing a little, because not this.]

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