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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), or 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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[Okay with damned near any of them, give it to me! Prefer Dorian as the person being fucked, but if you have a good idea, I'm happy with him doing the fucking.]

Liam had been aware of Dorian for a lot longer than Dorian had been aware of him. But Liam was like a spider at the center of an intricate web, he knew so much of what happened around him, more than someone who was supposed to just be a drug dealer should have known. But that's all anyone knew him as: a dealer. A special dealer, but still just a dealer. He specialized in filling gaps. Always ready with a supply when someone couldn't meet their customer's demands. But he was really so much more than that. But no one knew of the skeletons in his closet. Well...they were in the river, landfills, quarries...any number of places.

And when he first saw young Dorian, he knew he needed to add this fresh face to his list of conquests. But in watching him, Liam decided he didn't want it to be the usual way. There would be no snatch and grab, and baiting him with drugs didn't seem to be an option. So he watched and he waited. Then when the misguided young man ended up crashing on Kelly's couch for a few nights, he seized on his chance. He positioned himself to be at Kelly's place, as a means of talking business. Which in turn led to the proper introduction, Kelly being crass and crude as always.

So Liam laid on the charm. All smiles and subtle flirting. Insulting Kelly and his furniture along the way. By the time he'd left, he'd slipped Dorian his number and address, telling the young man to come by if he ever got sick of Kelly and his awful behavior. Which may have involved the phrase "rauchy pig sex" to which Kelly had no objections.

So now, he waited. The house he'd claimed wasn't the nicest place on the block, but it was a great improvement over the guy who thought leopard print and bell bottoms were the height of fashion.

Dorian was of two minds when it came to crashing at Kelly's... apartment even seemed too strong a word for it. An apartment implied a certain level of living conditions that Dorian felt could not truly be attached to the place. It was cramped and noisy, and even at barely twenty one Dorian wasn't quite prepared to live in that sort of situation. He was young but he still had standards, damn it. But what he didn't have, and the reason he'd ended up on that ratty couch that smelled of years old cigarette smoke, with a spring that gouged him in the back every night, was any other options. It was either Kelly's couch or a homeless shelter, and he'd be damned before he went there.

And then Liam had come along, like a gift from the bosom of the Maker himself. Sweet and charming and just the right amount of flirtatious, Dorian didn't think he could have conjured up a better rescue if he'd tried. He repressed a shudder at Kelly's laugh over the "raunchy pig sex" because the man had been clearly trying for it since he'd walked in the door, and had steadfastly refused to listen to every excuse and refusal Dorian had come up with. Of course, once he tried to leave Kelly hadn't been too keen on letting the handsome young man go, but in the end Dorian had made enough excuses that he'd slipped his way out without having to physically shove past the older man and out the door.

Liam had only had to wait two days before Dorian knocked on his front door, a bag over his shoulder and hoping desperately that he had meant it about being perfectly fine with some company for a few weeks. Dorian just had to figure out a way to get back on his feet, and he felt that he could do that better from a place that seemed so much nicer, and where he wasn't constantly having to worry about getting robbed.

Liam's appearance left little in the way of high hopes for where he might live. At Kelly's place, he'd been wearing an old, worn Carhartt jacket and a ratty trucker's cap. The only thing he had over Kelly was that despite the wear and tear, he looked clean. And he didn't reek nearly so strongly of old cigarettes.

It had been a 50/50 shot on whether Dorian would show up or bolt into the arms of someone younger. He'd been considering putting in a call to Kelly on the second day, because he knew what the man could be like--possessive and greedy. But before he could pick up his phone, there was a knock at his door. Which he checked just to be sure, and sure enough, there was young Dorian.

Liam pulled open the door with a broad smile. He'd ditched the work clothes, now only in a black v-neck teeshirt and a pair of old jeans, his feet bare on the hardwood floors. "You made it!" He said with a faint laugh. He pulled the door wider, stepping aside. "Come in, come in!" Little did Dorian know, he was in far more peril than simple robbery.

At this point, Dorian was fine with clean and not completely awful. After almost a year on his own, Dorian's once expensive clothes were more than a bit ratty, not to mention the second and third hand clothes that he had stashed in his bag. So he really didn't have a leg to stand on when it came to complaining about someone wearing clothes that weren't in wonderful condition.

Luckily for Liam no one younger, more charming, or more attractive had wandered across Dorian's path in the last two days. And so Dorian smiled, the relief plain on his face for a moment that Liam seemed pleased to see him. He hid it after, a more confident smile in place as he stepped inside. "Well, I had to peel myself off of that hideous couch of Kelly's so it took me a bit longer than I might have hoped." He paused then, just because Liam was happy to see him didn't mean that the offer still stood. "I ah, do hope the offer of the couch for a few weeks is still good? I think I might have a permanent dent in my back after subjecting myself to Kelly's for as long as I did." He felt better already, completely unaware of what might be in store for him.

[hooo boy. prefer my character to be the one whose mind's messed with, but i can do it the other way too. kinklist is here. no underage, incest, or bathroom stuff. no number 8.]

[Will be slower posting/backtag. Prefer Matt as the one being fucked]

[Will be slower posting/backtagging. Prefer Peter as the one being fucked, assumed cr preferred (no intros)]

[Can be in control or being controlled, though the former will probably be in a Brotherhood era/scenario. Otherwise wide open!]

[Definitely the one being fucked with, but he's hard to break. Open to any and all things.]

[Completely synthetic being designed as a killbot but secretly reprogrammed for feelings and free will and such. The first person to work with and mould those feelings while she doesn't know how to understand or handle them herself could have a pretty easy time.]

[ m/m for anything sexual; ota for everything else. he can take on either role, although if he's the one doing the mindfucking, he won't be inclined towards every prompt (like 8, for example. NOT HIS STYLE). ]

[Into nearly all of these, except for 8. Open to doing or getting the mind-fucking.]

Edited 2016-04-07 19:48 (UTC)

[Could go either way on the fuckery. 3, 5, and 7, 8 are favorites.]

( will most likely be the one being messed with, at least one can break and destroy his positive outlook on life. open to w/e!)

((Open to both ways, though he's more likely to be messed with than actually messing with someone else's head. Prefer platonic to start. 14 is always interesting.))

( Good both ways! )

[ up for any except 11 and 13! ]

Liam let out a low laugh as he closed the door. Kelly's apartment was a true representation of its owner. Trashy, disgusting, and uncomfortable in every possible way. But for as awful as the man was, he had a knack for finding and delivering incredibly attractive young men. Dorian wasn't the first he'd taken from Kelly, but definitely the first in this specific way. Good thing Kelly wasn't smart enough to figure it out.

"I'm surprised he didn't have you handcuffed to that hideous thing," he said with a broad smile. "And if I recall..." he continued, his expression shifting to something a little more serious, a little bit darker. "...I never said anything about giving you my couch."

He arched an eyebrow as he looked Dorian over, just as he'd done the first time. He jerked his head toward the living room, before walking that way. Fully expecting Dorian to follow. He led the man through to a short hall off the other side, with only two doors. He paused at one of them, hand firm on the handle, turning to glance at the man. Teasing and silent.

"Ugh, I think he was about to, then I would have been forced to chew my arm off at the wrist or something hideous." He actually thought there might have been blood stains on that couch of his, which made him shudder just to think about.

Oh. Well. That smile made his stomach do strange things, and he licked his lips with a bit of a smile "Well, that certainly sounds more comfortable." The smile got a little bit wider, because alright so he might be trading a bed for implied sex, but at least the man offering it was attractive. No, a few weeks sharing Liam's bed, and hopefully moving on before they got sick of each other sounded like an excellent idea to him. He followed Liam down the hallway, curious now where he was going.

[ If you want to do shipping forewarning it's going to get really, really creepy. Otherwise, go to town. ]

[ Can go either way, but Adachi is more inclined to manipulate under the right circumstances. ]

[Only Jim Gordons, please...and prefer Barbara as the one doing the fucking. No 1, 8, 9, 10, 11, or 13.]

[Any strike your interest with Mikami? I don't mind starting. Any specifics for what kind of setting (post Kira-win AU, etc.), any you'd like me to filter out when RNGing? I'm partial to jacked up shipping (any ship with Light is going to be) but have no problems if you'd prefer general creepy with the two of them.]

[ I'm partial to 1, 3, or 6 for them since it can fit with some AUing. But as far as setting you can choose! I'm pretty flexible. I'm also okay with shipping them together since the power dymanic could lend to a pretty interesting thread. ~~God knows Light loves it when people stroke his ego.~~

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