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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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Since they're only a spell, the vines won't last long. Rita knows she needs to take advantage of them quickly. So she abandons her magic attacks and charges towards Tyr. Book in hand, she uses the incantation Laplace to increase the force of the blow she hopes to score on his sternum. She wants to knock him to the ground.]

[ While he can't run away from her at the moment, he still has his staff with its six-foot reach and thrusts it forward when she's within range. If she doesn't move away quickly, she's going to be the one adding the force to his own blow. ]

[She thinks she can dodge it--tries to, sidestepping and turning to the side--but she doesn't move enough and it catches her shoulder, hard. She ends up spinning away with a yelp and stumbles to the floor.]

[ Good, he thinks. Seeing he fall to the floor spurs him on to rush forward towards her. It's hard to field such a long staff with only one hand to control it and grips his staff hard to compensate. In a rather heavy-handed manner, he jabs it down against her chest again. ]

[She thinks she can still take him, injured as he is, and moves her book to block it. It's an admittedly clumsy move, though.]

[ Thankfully for her, deflecting his blow now isn't hard. He only got his staff so he could attack her at a bit of a distance, though, and this works for that. The rounded end of his staff slides against the face of the book before be pulls it away again, this time trying to hit her head. ]

[Despite her attempt to ready her whip again after she blocks, she's not fast enough. The staff connects with a painful crack.

Rita doesn't say a word as she finally slumps, unmoving, to the floor.]

[ ...what a sickening sound. He feels his stomach knot as he pulls his staff back, and his face doesn't reflect the mixture of emotions running inside of him right now.

He falls to his knees beside her to get a better look at her. The place where his strike connected is discolouring already, he realises as he brushes her hair out of the way. ]

Rita?

[Her eyes flutter open, but her vision is dark and blurry. Her limbs feel like lead. She tries to mumble something in reply--something angry and hateful, perhaps, or full of regret. Either way, it's virtually unintelligible.

How could he strike her down like this? It didn't make sense.]

[ She was still alive. He released a sigh of relief and smiled when he realised that, so, so relieved. She was how he wanted her - incapacitated but alive. She could have called him a bastard for all he cared. He reaches for her whip to try take it from her and tie her up in it as best he can with only one hand. ]

[He can easily take the weapon from her nerveless fingers. No matter how much she tries to reach out, to stop him from doing this...It just doesn't work. Rita doesn't move an inch.

Oh, whatever. Her head is throbbing so painfully; why should she care what else he's doing? ...Her eyes start drifting shut again.]

--Hold on, Rita. I'll get you help, too...

[ He doesn't think he can do anything now, though. He can't trust any of Rita's medicine now after the first time she poisoned, and Rita is losing consciousness too quickly to tell him what gels are clean and which aren't.

He turns he over onto her stomach, tilting her head to the side so she can still breath clearly, and slowly, clumsily tries to wrap the whip around her wrists first. It's much easier when he has both hands. ]

[It's hard for her to feel much of anything, slipping away as she is. But although she only vaguely registers the words and his movements, anger stirs in her again and she manages to whisper two words.]

Your fault...

... I'm sorry...

[ He knows it his his fault. She drove him to this, he did everything he could to stop her, but it still came to this. He doesn't want to believe it's his fault, but it was his attack that brought her down.

He manages to keep the whip still enough with his left wrist to tie her wrists up. It might not be strong enough to keep her from getting out if she really tried, but he knows trying is beyond her now. ]

Your...fault.

[She repeats it again with some effort, his apology infuriating her even in her fading state. Her attempt to glare at him is thrown off by her inability to tell exactly where he is--even with her eyes open, she sees nothing but a fuzzy smear of colour.

She can tell that she's probably going to die. She's going to die, and it's all his fault.]

[ He doesn't want her to die. He doesn't want to lose his friend. He doesn't regret what he did, though. He knows what the alternative would have been.

He ignores her words and only registers them as a sign she was alive. Standing up, he walks back over to the table where she had him restrained before, and shortly after she'll be able to hear the clang of metal against metal as he attempts to break the blastia off his wrist. It's the only way he can be sure it'll come off. ]

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