The Stockholm Meme

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THE STOCKHOLM MEME

WARNING: Meme will contain TRIGGERS, including kidnapping, dubious consent, and general uncomfortable content. Please do not click if you don't want to see, and please respect your fellow role-players.

Stockholm Syndrome is a psychological phenomenon in which hostages express empathy and have positive feelings for their captors, sometimes to the point of defending them. These feelings are generally considered irrational in light of the danger or risk endured by the victims, who essentially mistake a lack of abuse from their captors for an act of kindness.

Stockholm syndrome can be seen as a form of traumatic bonding, which does not necessarily require a hostage scenario, but which describes "strong emotional ties that develop between two persons where one person intermittently harasses, beats, threatens, abuses, or intimidates the other."

HOW TO PLAY:
1) Comment with your character and their series in the subject line of the comment. Include any preferences you might have on type of scene/squicks/etc.
2) Comment around to start scenes! Use random.org if you get stuck for ideas.

PROMPTS:
1. KIDNAPPED. You've been taken, either for ransom money or just because you've pissed the wrong people off. Or maybe your kidnapper just wants company. Maybe they need someone to be their companion, to be their confidante, and they chose you.

2. CAPTURED. Maybe you were a soldier, fighting in a battle. Maybe a spy, or a political dissident. Either way, the military has caught up with you.

3. IN CUSTODY. It's a law enforcement agent that has you locked up. Maybe you're a criminal and you're in prison, or on house arrest so that agent can keep an eye on you. Maybe the agent doesn't have enough evidence, so they took matters into their own hands.

4. ASYLUM. This person isn't keeping you here against your will. It's for safety. Maybe you're in the Witness Protection Program. Maybe you sought asylum from your own country. Maybe your criminal life got a little too heated and you had to go underground somewhere.

5. HOSTAGE EXCHANGE. A war, between countries or gangs or even planets, and the two sides have decided to exchange important hostages as a gesture of trust. You're one of them. It might even involve arranged marriage -- a way to unite your two peoples. Hope you enjoy staying with your enemy.

6. HIRED. Someone's being paid to keep you. Maybe a new parent or guardian keeping you at home, or perhaps an evil uncle has had you tossed into a discreet asylum in order to claim your inheritance.

7. SLAVERY. Through birth or misfortune, you've become the property of another. But they're not such a bad master. You might even grow to love them, if enough time passes. If they treat you with the right combination of cruelty and kindness.

8. WILD CARD. For anything not covered by the other options!

Comments

[palindrome]

Please? [ hannah smiles mildly over the book he's reading, glancing up at alois from behind thin-framed spectacles. the boy is a splotchy-faced, teary-eyed, whimpering mess.

good.

he's in no rush to fetch the little butterfly. not until alois thoroughly learns his lesson. ]

What are you asking me for now, Alois? I hope it's not for more candy; you eat far too many sweets as it is. [ he acts as though the violent outburst had not even happened, as though the purpling bruise on alois's cheek wasn't the work of his own hand, as though he has no idea what could have upset the boy. ] Speak up.

[ex_apricots766]

[ that he's warring with himself must be obvious, as he stands nearly breathless in the threshold of the library, pressing knuckles or wrists against his eyelids. the next 'Brother' is frustrated, urgent, whining. but, by now, he knows it won't be enough, and his lower lip half vanishes into his mouth to be bitten.

there's a moment of shameful, waffling, tearful hiccups, before the youngest brother decides to venture further in, closer. he goes to kneel next to him, settling chin and hands on the arm of the chair. ]

I was really awful. I was so awful, after you went and did such a kind thing for me. Please, don't be angry anymore, all right? I'm sorry; I'm bad. I know it. I'm really, really sorry I wasn't as kind to you. I love you. Please, don't be sore anymore. All right? [ the more it carries on, the more he can feel the rapid need to cry all over again, and his breath hitches, he tries to strain away from it. ] I love you so much, so don't be mad at me.

[palindrome]

[ hannah feels a small, irrational surge of jealousy towards the tacky, useless lump of glass he has tucked away on a high shelf. that alois can lower himself to sobbing over such a worthless piece of trash makes hannah want to strip the boy of everything he's ever given him, burn his toys and his clothes until there really is nothing left for him but hannah himself. ] It hurts me when you act so selfishly, Alois.

[ he sets the book down and pats his lap gently. ] Come kiss and make up, and we'll see if we can't have a more pleasant afternoon.

[ex_apricots766]

[ his hands retreat with a little flinch, a bit of a sting at what's been said first. like having his nose rubbed in his shortcomings. still looking as contrite and pitiful as ever, he moves to place himself with great care and gentleness onto the lap his brother patted a moment earlier.

the breath he draws in is shivery, and he's staring far-off at his own knees, then he leans in to give the smallest of pecks to the corner of hannah's lips. ]

[palindrome]

Good boy. [ hannah settles his hand between alois's thighs, curling his fingers possessively over the soft curve of flesh. he could force them open right now, fuck the boy into raw, stinging exhaustion, but he would really rather hear alois beg for it first. ] But I think you can muster a bit more enthusiasm, darling.

[ex_apricots766]

[ a wad of emotionally drained stickiness is swallowed. he clenches the fingers of one hand in his other, quietly says: ] Sorry.

[ then, he closes the inches of space between them once more, the curvature of his small, hot mouth connecting with hannah's. it's a touch heartier, although no less tense, the way his lips gingerly move. the nervous wringing of his fingers ceases in favor of settling one against his brother's arm. ]

[palindrome]

[ hannah smiles into the kiss, keeping it closed-mouthed and gentle. ] Better. [ he slides his hand beneath alois's body, tracing circles around his tight entrance but not pushing in, not yet. ] You'll love all the fine things I purchased for you. You'll feel just like a princess. A sweet, obedient little girl who does what she's told and always receives the nicest rewards. Would you like that?

[ he strokes forward, dragging his fingertips against alois's scrotum. ]

[ex_apricots766]

[ those thighs of his on hannah's lap clench as he grows rigid all over, anticipation coiling in him, and when, instead, hannah's fingers press into his little, tender sack, he gasps audibly. his back curves vaguely, ass rising a centimeter. ]

I'm, [ breath. ] I'm a boy.