Made TOGETHER

[asoftermeme]

Made Together a dark shipping meme tl;dr version — a meme that explores a shipping concept from a darker perspective. Characters, brainwashed by losing their memories and other scientific deviancies, are bonded with their "lifemate," who they're said to be created for. They must live together and grow co-dependently close, all while the machinations behind the scene are twirling like cogs in order to move them closer to the darkness. Anyone can be manipulated. You just need to work at them through the right person. You wake up, groggy and confused, in a white room that is expansive and furnished with all white furniture, yet pristine. The white is probably so bright that it hurts your eyes and you may have to blink for a moment. It doesn't help that your body is swathed in white, too; you're wearing what appears to be a modern day white cotton scrub top and and bottom. In fact, the only spot of black on you is on the palm of your hand: right in the center, there's a barcode. Under that, in neat, angular print, is a name. Your name. It's a good thing it's there because otherwise, you wouldn't know it. Your memories are gone. You don't know how you got here, why you're here, or much of anything else. Soon, however, you'll know that you're not alone. The other person is not you're captor, that much is for sure. They're clothed like you are and look just as confused. They even have the exact same barcode as you, down to the last number. The only thing that differs is the name under it. But the room is furnished for one alone. One bed, one couch, one bathroom. You two don't know much, yet you know you are two. The secret is soon made clear by a voice over a hidden loudspeaker. The voice claims to be a scientist and announces the purpose of you being here. This is the first day of your existence, they say, and you two were created together and for each other. Lifemates, the term is. You both are the perfect scientific experiment, and let man not tear asunder what science hath created. And that's it. Accept this or not, there seems to be little recourse. The room has no visible entrance or exit. The walls don't budge if you hit them. Nothing works. The only time anything changes is when food is brought in, but neither of you have ever seen that occasion. No matter how long you stay up, you always fall asleep when food or other necessities come in. Could that have something to do with the soft, soothing voices and pleasant feelings that sometimes come when you least except them? You and your "lifemate" may be mutually scared, get along swimmingly from the start. It doesn't matter. Eventually, you'll become closer and closer. Lines will get crossed. Boundaries will get obliterated. Maybe it's because they're the only lifeline you have. Or maybe, maybe what the "scientist" said is right. You're created for each other, and this is your natural state. Whatever the case may be, as time goes on, you want to stay with them, even if you still want to leave this place. After all, how could you leave the side of the person you've spent your whole life with. Yet there's something in your mind that tells you there's wrong here. Sometimes, at night, you'll get images of another life, and later, during the day, you'll feel hints of an existence you've never known. Luckily, you have your lifemate to get you through this. HOW TO PLAY Basically, your character has no memories and are power-nerfed...for some options. Reply with your character and preferences. Also be sure to mention whether or not you'll play smut, since some options are smut-tinged. Reply to others! PROMPTS First Meeting — You've just woken up and are getting the news. Learning about Each Other — Though you don't have memories, you still have personalities to navigate. Distaste — You don't like each other. How are you created for each other at all? Guard — While one sleeps, the other looks on. Why does their sleeping form bring up so much fondness? Unwittingly — You didn't want to give in, yet you find yourself being pulled in by your companion and growing protective of them. Closeness — Soft words grow into soft touches, embraces, tiny kisses, and a gentle (relatively) haven. Initiating — The first time you're going to be intimate, or the five millionth time, it will be on your own terms. Need You Now — You've grown reliant on your "lifemate" to keep you calm or even take care of you, whether you want to admit it or not. You may even need them beside you to sleep or Physicality — Your relationship has a full-on carnal aspect. What else is there to do? Twisted by Science — Your emotions have been tampered with to make you love your lifemate more because you weren't responding. Pure Love — Despite the situation, what you feel for your companion is real. You truly love them, even if you haven't told them. Connection — In some cases, lifemates have been known to have a mental connection, where they can share some thoughts and all pain. Aphrodisiac — The sexual bonding between the two of you isn't progressing in a way it should, so one or both of you is injected with a potent aphrodisiac. That should do the trick. Implanted Memories — You remember happy times with your lifemate. Surely those memories are real. Flashbacks — You remember another life, and it doesn't match up with what you know. Nightmares — Waking up in the middle of the night, sweating in fear is never a wonderful experience. Luckily, you have someone close by to cheer you up...if you want to worry them with your dreams. No One but You — You've decided to ignore the scientists and make the best of what you have, carving out a little life together. Scientist — You're not actually a lifemate, you're a scientist! However, you've developed pesky feelings for one of your subjects. Breeding Stock — You're not humans, you're animals, and the scientists want you to breed as such. Protect — You'll fight off anyone to protect your lifemate, scientists included. Power Surge — What are these powers that have suddenly appeared? You've never had these! Your lifemate should stay back, lest you hurt them. Training Together — New equipment has been put into your living quarters and you've been told to learn to work together perfectly. Whether you're both fighters or one is a fighter and the other their handler or healer, you must fit as well in battle as you do in life. The Veil Falls — The curtain is raised, and you see that you're not an experiment. You had a life that's been stolen from you. Your mate had one, too. What will you do with this new knowledge? Wish to Forget — Instead of being angry or glad about your past existence, you're horrified by what it was like and only want to live in the now with your lifemate. To Garner a Response — The scientists want to see how you'd respond if your lifemate was hurt. A Task Given — In order to guarantee the safety of your lifemate, you have to do a certain task. Maybe hurting someone else isn't a big deal as long as you get what's yours back. A Taste of Freedom — You and your lifemate are allowed out, but you have a job to do. Separated — You've been disobedient and as such, you two will be punished by separation. Escape — There's a tiny window of opportunity to get out. Take it. But no one gets left behind, even if you would have before. Separate Ways — Now that you're out, there's no reason to stay together, right? You're not really lifemates, right? Can't Be Without You — ...only not, because now you're dependent on each other, and you can't live a life alone or with another. Hard Time Adjusting — It's different living in the free world when you're used to being in a completely controlled habitat. Living a Peaceful Life — You've managed to get past all the challenges and are now living a normal life together. But did the scientists ultimately win? After all, you are still "lifemates"...and there's still the trauma to deal with... ANYTHING ELSE or WILDCARD OPTION!!!

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xue yang - the untamed

[ill_intent]

[ dude is tragic and twisted as they come. open to continuing from his story line from The Untamed, modern au, other au, assumed cr, ect. ]

Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA

[wherehopegoes]

Cassia Andor | Rogue One | OTA

[yo_me_rezo]

Essa Erso-Andor | Rogue One OC | OTA

[theresalways_hope]

Natasha Romanoff | MCU | OTA

[ms_unknown]

[The gif called me. Open to AU, assumed CR, cross canon/media etc. Bring it on.]

Tony Stark | MCU | ota

[stark_ravingmad]

Rey || Star Wars || F/M

[talentedscavenger]

[ooc: open to cross-canon, AU, and assumed CR.]

Sarah Manning || Orphan Black

[cloneororiginal]

[ooc: Whelp, she is a clone, so this does fit very well her canon. Love throwing her into the MCU, but open to cross-canon, AUs, and what have you.]

Rey || Star Wars

[hardscrabble]

natasha romanoff | mcu

[widow]

[ prefs. ]

[sixrealmsofhell]

(Open to another equally twisted character? Any preferences on prompts?)

[ill_intent]

[ of course! I'm canonblind but that's never stopped me before! I'd say go with any prompt that tickles your fancy, I'm not against any!]

Lets just roll and see how it goes lol

[sixrealmsofhell]

Mukuro stares at the barcode on his hand for what feels like the millionth time since he has woken up. How long has it been at this point? The only way to know is by counting meals and he gave up doing that awhile ago. He looks over at his lifemate with boredom evident on his face. He may not have any memories but he knows deep down he is supposed to be doing something more interesting then sitting in this place.

"Being tormented by the souls damned in hell has got to be a hundred times better then always staring at these walls." In other words Mukuro is bored and is desiring entertainment and that means he's not going to be quiet no matter how many times he may be told to shut up.

[ill_intent]

Xue Yang had gotten so good at staring into space that he considers it meditation these days. Sometimes he can go for hours without looking away and he thinks of absolutely nothing, his mind as blank as the walls they are surrounded by. Other days he can't stop wondering, thinking, tinkering around in his brain with thoughts that he's not sure are fabricated or from another lifetime.

"Being tormented sounds kind of fun. I bet they'd have hot pokers to stab us with. And at least there'd be chanting, or something. Instead of just listening to each other breathe for the rest of eternity." He smiles devilishly over at his partner, and the expression could be taken as insane or genuinely teasing. Both are probably true.

"I feel like I can't even think of fun things I did before here." If there was a before here. If there is anything outside these walls. He tries not to think about it too much.

[sixrealmsofhell]

There was definitely a place before here. Mukuro knew it somehow. But he also knew that somehow this wasn't his first time in a place like this...he had been imprisoned before and he often wondered if he got as bored there as he sometimes did here.

He stands up and walks to the closest wall, tapping it with his finger as if he could potentially find a weakness somewhere. "This is torture in its own way. Perhaps more cruel then the physical torture that we could be enduring. The body can heal but a broken mind can not often be stitched back together."

He turns and leans his back against the wall, his mismatched eyes falling on his partner once more. One blue and one red eye had a playful glint in them as a smirk spread across his own face, "If you really wish to feel physical torture anything in here could be used for that means." One just has to be creative.

[ill_intent]

In some ways, he feels as though he's endured physical torture before and it's twisted his mind into something able to withstand being stuck in a box for days upon weeks upon who knows how long it's been. He can't tell anything without the sun rising and falling, anymore.

He's seated on the edge of the one sofa they have, and his eyes follow Mukuro as he walks to the wall, tapping on it like he's done tens, hundreds of times before. And there is that smirk again, one that Yang mirrors with his own. "Are you proposing something?" He asks, trying not to laugh as he does so. "Don't threaten me with a good time."

[sixrealmsofhell]

Mukuro walks over, a darkness coming over his expression that shows he is definitely not afraid to let this idea grow into action. "One must make their own entertainment when locked in a box. No one said the entertainment had to be all friendly games." He leans over Xue yang, blue bangs falling in front of the blue eye, covering it so that the red eye almost seems to glow with intensity.

They have everything they could possibly need for torture besides actual weapons. Excitement bubbles inside of him just a little. Being the torturer or being tortured..each one is thrilling to a point. His mind is already going over exactly what is in the room and how to make use of it.

[ill_intent]

Being locked in a box with him for so long, he'd discovered that they had a certain affinity for the same things. Things that were certainly not in the realm of normality when it comes to passing the time. His own excitement crests and crashes within him when Mukuro leans over him like that, looking positively evil as he does so.

"Do you have a plan for your fun, dearest?" Being in such close quarters for so long had Xue Yang offering all kinds of pet names for his partner, both affectionate and dark. "You've got that look in your eyes."

[sixrealmsofhell]

Mukuro gives a little click of his tongue as he hears the name, amusement very clear as he stands up straight again to glance towards the bed. "I hope you don't value the bed sheets too much~" Mukuro knew that the fabric could be used to be made into restraints. Even the clothing they wore can be used in such a way.

He then leans over and removes one of the couch cushions to reveal the only slightly covered springs beneath. If they desired something sharp, removing one of those would easily do the trick. For something more sensual, there was always softer items to turn one's body into an inferno of a different kind. "Do you desire blood, pain, or pleasure?"

[ill_intent]

It's too easy to give in, especially when he uses that tone with him and tuts his tongue like he's going to lecture him. It sends shivers down his spine, thoroughly amused now.

"Why choose just one?" He asks softly, every turn of his tongue enunciating each word. His eyes never leave his partners face, measuring his expression. Xue Yang's own his alight with amusement, eyes glinting with a diabolic excitement. "If this room is all we have, I'm going to be greedy about my amusement."

[sixrealmsofhell]

Mukuro practically purrs at the answer. His breathing is calm but there are sparks spreading across his body. The scientists created a monster by putting these two in the same room. Reaching down one hand he easily rips one of the springs from the couch and tosses it onto the bed with barely a glance in that direction. The furniture in this room wasn't of the best quality so things were easy to dismantle for whatever they needed.

Mukuro has avoided touching Xue Yang at this point, letting just that little bit of distance toy with each of theirs emotions and desires. The need to reach out and pull the other to the bed is strong but he continues to fight it, wanting to see which of them could play the game longer. His breath brushes against Xue Yan's cheek as he speaks.

"It's a good thing we are both so greedy~" But knowing the other well also meant he knew they were equal in the balance of power over the other. Either could play the tormentor in this game

[ill_intent]

They were a force to be reckoned with, both volatile on their own and an absolute clamity when they came together. If someone put them there for a good show, they were getting a lot of content. What else could come of this sort of boredom?

It excites him to keep watch on his partner, barely giving the violent way he rips apart their furniture a sideways glance. His hands lay still at his sides, balling into fists in an attempt to hold out the longest. He loves this game of cat and mouse. If they play long enough, it wouldn't surprise him if one of them caught fire.

"You are so fond of this game." He smiles, cat-like at the eyes and corners of his lips, teeth white and sharp. "I'll never tire of it, either." His own words are quiet, tight with tension, rarely blinking as he stares this monster he's helped to create straight in the face.

[sixrealmsofhell]

"With this game, even the one who doesn't win gets to enjoy the benefits of the award." Mukuro has always been playful, viewing others as toys and his favorite is seated right in front of him. "How can one not enjoy such a game?" Hands now get planted on either side of Xue Yang's body, Mukuro presses them into the cushion as if that will stop them from reaching out.

He licks his lips slowly then bites down on his lower lip, looking at Xue Yang through thick eyelashes. He can't allow himself to give in quite yet but he knows holding out for much longer is going to be beyond his ability.

[ill_intent]

He exhales shakily when Mukuro cages him in, making him feel small. It's a thrill he hadn't remembered before these days in their little room. The tension they can build is legendary, making Xue Yang's head swim.

He's leaning in unconsciously, drawn to the predatory nature. He wants to circle him, snarl like some caged animal or melt in on himself and beg for mercy. Or be made to beg for mercy.

His head tilts back against the cushions, both exposing his throat as a subtle show of submission as well as to get a better look at him and the way he's being gazed upon like a slab of meat. It gives him goosebumps.

"Do you think they watch us in here?" His sharp gaze narrows, building the tension by buying time. "Does that turn you on?"

[sixrealmsofhell]

"Why else do you put two animals in a cage other then to see what they do?" Mukuro is not a voyeur by any means, he much prefers to be the one in the middle of the action. But if others enjoy watching him then he is sure to give them a hell of a show. "You turn me on." He doesn't need the fact that they might be watched as a reason when all the reason he needs is seated right in front of him.

He's not one to hold back words unlike how he is strongly holding back his actions at that moment. He leans closer, tempted by that neck presented to him but only his breath touches.

"Maybe if they like the show, next time they will give us more toys."