Creeper Meme

[stargathering]

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The Mindfuck Meme

This is not a very nice meme! If you have any major or typical triggers, you're being warned here that you might want to keep fully clear. That said, ever misread 'midfuck meme' with an extra 'n' in it and been sorely disappointed? This one's for you!

1. Post a character! It'd sure be nice if you put their name, canon, and any prefs you might have in the subject line.
2. When other characters tag in, they'll be using ye olde RNG (1-7) to figure out just how they'll be fucking your character's mind.
3. Be royally screwed up and need therapy for decades.

Mindfuck Possibilities:

1. I Own You: It doesn't have to be sexual (though it can be). It doesn't have to be very abusive (though it might be). But you know you own this person and you will break them down until they can accept the truth of it. All that they are—body, mind, 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: What this other person doesn't get is that you're two sides of the same coin. You practically own each other! No one else will complete them the way you can. You're twins. Brothers from another mother (or was that the same mother?). They won't get away until they acknowledge that to escape is to deny everything they are. Good thing you're ready to help.

3. Nobody Has Ever Loved You (Like I Do): This person doesn't understand how worthless they are—how they've been abandoned on purpose by anyone they ever cared about. The only thing they have left—the one creature that doesn't despise them utterly—is you. And maybe you're about fed up as well and they should grovel at your feet.

4. By Your Bedside (YANDERE): You love them. You love them utterly and how have they 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. What's that? Maybe you aren't in a relationship by any… real, official standards? Heh. That can be fixed!

5. You're a Doll, Doll: Some people just don't get it. They think they have rights the same as anyone else. They don't see how they're only a puppet or a pet. Something less than you—less than anything. They belong on a leash or sitting pretty on a shelf. Poor darling! Lucky for them you've taken an interest in setting them straight (or… really gay).

6. Stop Forcing My Hand: It's not your fault you're tying them down! It isn't your fault they need your initials engraved in their skin! They made you. They stared at you with those eyes or they did those awful things (awful being rather subjective)! You wish they could apologize enough for such atrocities. You'd love to let them go. You don't want to do this even if it's possibly getting you off to an excessive extent! You're the victim, all right? Fucker should learn to shut up when they're told to.

7. Creepozoid's Choice!: Pick any of the options above or a 7th sort of mindfuck not explicitly listed. Remember, 7 is always an open option if you'd rather not roll or if you want to mix any series of numbers together.

Comments

[blastiafreak]

I...

[She is still hesitating. But ultimately, there's just one problem-] I can't. You're still under the rune's influence, and you're not thinking straight right now. That's why you attacked me before, isn't it?

Anyway--I can't break the promise I made to keep it a secret.

[stargathering]

[ No, no. This isn't what he wants. He can't have it be like this. He begins bargaining: ]

... How about this: You can gag me. If I can't speak, I can't cast. [ Not that he thinks he can anyway. A gag would just make this all look that much worse. ] And you have me restrained enough that I couldn't attack her if I wanted to... She doesn't need to know why I'm here to heal me; there's no promise to break.

[blastiafreak]

That's no good. Estelle wouldn't ignore somewhat she thought was in trouble, even if she had the wrong idea. [Because Tyr is not in trouble! He's perfectly fine in Rita's capable hands.]

Don't worry. I have plenty of gels at home.

[stargathering]

[ There's a sinking feeling in his gut again. At this rate, he's going to dismember him and force-feed him gels to keep him from losing his pulse and nothing more. His voice loses some of its drive as he continues. ]

... If you reconsider on the way, I'm sure Estelle wouldn't really get the wrong idea. I mean, it's you. She knows you. [ He hopes. ]

[blastiafreak]

... [She...she can't fall for this. She knows it'll just get in the way of their plans.]

...And I know her. She'd stay here healing you until you woke up or she passed out.

[stargathering]

[ Oh. He can't argue with that. He assumes her saying Estelle would pass out is a hyperbole - that's something that happens to Riou, but that's usual - but can't argue against it nevertheless. ]

Fine... Just come back soon.

[blastiafreak]

[Rita has first-hand experience, too, considering Estelle healed her to exhaustion once.

She offers Tyr what might be an almost friendly, encouraging smile.] Don't worry so much. I'll be quick, okay?

[stargathering]

[ It doesn't calm him. There's some relief that she'll at least come back soon, but Estelle won't be with her. He doesn't want her to come back or be gone forever: He feels like either way, he's dead. ]

[blastiafreak]

[She falters and frowns a moment when he doesn't say anything. But...it's the rune's fault. Tyr will be happy to see her when she gets back, she's sure.] ...I'll see you soon.

[She leaves the lab. She leaves Tyr behind--restrained, alone, and bleeding, with the silence, the blastia sucking his life, and the blood-soaked bandages for company.]

[stargathering]

[ The silence would be calming if it didn't make him imagine sounds. He could almost hear himself bleeding, and he definitely heard his own breathing and the irregular beat of his heart. He wondered what Gremio would do if he saw him like this? He had fully intended now to be stupid and get himself hurt for as long as his guardian was there, but he failed that.

He really failed that. As much as he wanted to say this wasn't his fault, a large part of it was. He knew it was definitely his fault when he let his tired eyes shut and drift into a painful, but dreamless, sleep. The arm of the chair beneath his left hand began absorbing more of his blood than the bandages. ]

[blastiafreak]

[It's quite some time before Rita returns. While she's out, the fake portrait is placed in the Hall of the Missing to ensure that nobody comes looking for Tyr--this way, Rita will be able to make sure they work in peace...and that he's always with her.

Even though she takes longer than expected, she's pretty sure Tyr will probably be all right. Actually, finding him unconscious works in her favour: it's a bit difficult to get him to take one of the gels, but she's able to settle down to study his rune without resistance once his bandages are changed again. Tyr can sleep through having a few sharp implements stuck in his hand, right?]

[stargathering]

[ Tyr hadn't been sleeping that peacefully: While there were no real dreams (of the sort he had become accustomed to, at least), the pain still penetrated his sleep in a numb sort of way. Though, he wasn't so much sleeping as unconscious. He didn't feel her touching his hand and redressing his wounded hand, much less notice her sitting down to study him.

He's not unconscious enough to not notice himself being stabbed, though. He screams out in pain with the first implement being forced in. His vision is blurry and his head is spinning, but he can't get over the pain. It was more than anything should; between the blastia taking his life energy and the rune wanting to fight back, the pain was nearly blinding. ]

St- stop!

[blastiafreak]

[Rita doesn't jump--just as well, with the needle and scalpel she has imbedded in his flesh--but she does glance at him in surprise. She didn't think he'd wake up so soon.]

Don't worry. I gave you a gel while you were asleep, and the bleeding's already slowed down. You'll probably be fine.

[Clearly the fact that she's cutting open his other hand isn't an issue for her.]

[stargathering]

[ His breathing is heavy, taking a few deep breathes to try to help himself, but he's still not there enough to see what she's doing to his right hand. It's probably for the best, anyway. A gel? Bleeding slowed down? Probably? His thoughts are swimming around, yet he still knows that's not what he wants to hear. Though anything short of 'getting you medical attention' would be bad news to him. ]

What are you doing to me?

[blastiafreak]

I'm not doing anything to you. [It's said with a sigh, like it should be obvious. He keeps acting like she's going against him--the rune's fault again, of course.] I'm just examining the rune.

--I wonder if I could make something to contain it if it separated...I could cut off your hand, or at least cut out the rune...

[She's always had the tendency to think out loud to herself. Working with someone hasn't changed that, and she pays little attention to imagining what Tyr's reaction might be.]

[stargathering]

--Don't do that. Please... [ Somehow, crying seems like a natural reaction to the former army commander. Whether it's from the pain he's feeling or the prospect of being further disfigured and disabled is impossible to tell.

However, the knowledge of Rita's betrayal plays the key part. There can't be anything to help him if she can't even see the pain she's putting him through - for something he doesn't even care about anymore. This isn't the friend he thought he had. ]

[blastiafreak]

[The tears probably aren't real. Tyr would be happy that Rita's helping him, right? Unless she just needs to explain--yeah, that's probably all he wants.

Her eyes return to her work on his hand, and she continues talking while she inserts yet another long needle right into the centre of the rune.]

Look, I think completely removing this thing is much more reliable than trying to seal or block its power in your hand. If it really attaches to humans like you say, it probably needs a host to function--like a parasite. Take that away, and it won't be able to do anything.

[stargathering]

[ Tyr barely caught any of that. When the needle enters the centre of his rune, he screams out, twisting his head to the side. He felt like he was honestly going to be sick, and if there was anything in his stomach to empty, he probably would.

He gasps out for long minutes with shaky breaths. He mumbles out 'No' a few times, not finding the strength to tell her it would still find someone - he was sure walls wouldn't restrain it.

But he's much more worried about it attaching to Rita. Not because of the curse he would usually fear, but because of what she would do with it in her current mental state. ]

[blastiafreak]

[In her current mental state...It wouldn't be unlikely for Rita to decide to use the rune to keep all her friends very, very close.]

Hey--Tyr!

[There's a note of concern in her voice. Not for his state; she doesn't have any issue with that.]

Calm down! You're going to mess up my measurements like that!

[The needle she just inserted was a tiny probe, connected by cable to a nearby device. At present, whatever it's trying to measure is fluctuating too much to be of use.]

[stargathering]

[ There was a small glimmer of hope that maybe she's coming back to her senses, that she does care about him, when she says his name like that. Those are dashed when she tells him to just calm down.

His heart beats painfully against his chest - what isn't in pain right now? - and he just lets his head rest against the shoulder opposite Rita. Whatever she's measuring, he can't tell. His eyes are closed. ]

Please stop... Please.

[blastiafreak]

[Hearing the pleading, her irritation starts pricking at her again, and any warmth in her voice departs.]

You know I can't just stop now. Don't be so weak; it'll be over soon as long as you keep still.

[stargathering]

I'm not weak... [ That's all he says, breathlessly. He believes that as much he believes he'll be saved. She'll take her measurements. Then, in the best case, she'll disfigure him. ]

[blastiafreak]

You're not doing much to prove it, you know. But I guess this'll do. [Her tone indicates that it's barely, if at all, satisfactory. The probe remains buried in his hand a while longer during the readings. Once it's done, Rita swiftly pulls it out, leaving yet another trail of fresh blood dripping across his hand and the floor.]

[stargathering]

Go to hell. [ And his tone is for him not caring if she doesn't believe him. He knows if he's still here now, he's strong.

Especially when he feels the hot drops of bloods hit his hand and fall on the floor. How much blood is he losing? Did she hit artery? ]

and off to bed! night! :3

[blastiafreak]

[It's a short phrase, but one that makes dark anger flash across her face again. Why does he keep fighting her?]

That's where you're going to end up if you don't stop being such a pathetic coward. Are you even capable of controlling yourself? [She stares him down and does nothing to staunch the light flow of blood. It's nowhere near as serious as his other hand, anyway, so Rita doubts it's much to worry about.]