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

[stargathering]

[ How pathetic, Tyr thinks. Those flails earn Frey a punishment. ] I told you to keep your mouth shut already. [ Curling an arm around one leg, he draws it close and twists it to an odd angle. There's no snapping, but Tyr doesn't think he can run on it now. Not for a day at least... ]

[falenandawn]

[No snapping, but that scream of pain and sickening pop is a good tell that his leg is definitely out of order for a while.

Once the scream tapers off he's finally quiet, gasping in pain and trying to pull himself together.]

[stargathering]

[ Ah, maybe he was a little rougher than he intended... He'd have to pop that back in later.

There's a sick - he knows it's sick - satisfaction in hearing Frey's scream and seeing the odd angle his leg rests at now that he's tossed it back to the ground.. It serves him right, he thinks. ]

Unless you want me to leave it like this, you're going to behave.

[ It was a bluff, but could Frey even call it? ]

[falenandawn]

[Through the pain, he is still capable of thinking: He needs to get out of here. If he could convince Tyr to put his leg back in place.... he had a chance at running. Somehow. Even if he tied his legs, there was still a chance he could talk his way out of this. But he‘d be in no shape to do anything if this continued.]


.....Alright.

[stargathering]

[ Tyr was thinking nothing of the sort. He was thinking what the best way to transport Frey would be. He was taller than him, likely heavier... He sighed, deciding against dragging - he'd either tear something, loosen something, and/or make Frey cry out the whole way.

What a bother. Maybe Tyr should just kill him, but he didn't want to lower himself quite that far.

Getting off of him, he turned Frey over (he smiled at the dirt and debris that clung to him), strapped his staff to his back, and simply picked him up bridal style. ]

[falenandawn]

[The sudden shifting just jostles his leg more, and Frey has to bite back another yell as pain lances through his mangled limb. He wasn't going to scream more, not for this.

Still, he's worried about where Tyr is taking him. Further away? They're already far enough out.... where are they going? But if he spoke up, Tyr might actually break his leg.]

[stargathering]

[ Much further away. As Tyr walks, the canopy of trees above Frey only grow denser and denser, further blocking out the sun. Tyr tries his best now to jostle Frey too much, even though it's hard when walking through this trail-less forest.

Which isn't to say Tyr didn't take his sweet time. He didn't want Frey to be able to escape by simply following the same path; he had to attempt to disorient him by walking in circles and making the trip seem much longer than it actually was. ]

[falenandawn]

[Frey is definitely trying to keep track of the path he's taking, but after awhile, he starts losing track of which turn was taken when. Were they going in circles....?

This is bad. Very bad. His only hope of escape would be to talk his way out of this or find a place to hide from Tyr.]

[stargathering]

[ Don't make Tyr keep that leg broken. They eventually reach a hole in a hill, roots peeking out from the roof and the walls. It's dark inside, nothing lighting the way as Tyr walks in seemingly without a worry.

A little light still crept inside when Tyr dumped him onto the floor. Oh, his arms ached a little. He stretched a little, not taking his eyes off of Frey. ]

You really eat too much...

[falenandawn]

[Frey bites back another cry of pain as his leg slams against the ground when Tyr tosses him down. He can handle pain, he wouldn't give in to it so easily.

Their surroundings were more important now, anyway. Where were they? And how long had Tyr been planning this, if he'd known exactly where this place was? It looked like some sort of cave....

He's going to keep quiet, though. He's not dignifying that comment with a response.]

/cough...

[stargathering]

[ It's fine by Tyr: He doesn't think Frey is any sort of conversation partner.

Pausing for a moment, he thought of what to do next. He had thought this all through, but that didn't mean he wasn't having some second thoughts.

First, he reminded himself, he needed to ensure Frey couldn't run. The cave wasn't sturdy enough for restraints to be of much use - the boy could simply pull them out if he wished - but the cave's instability worked in another way.

Kneeling down before Frey, Tyr looked him coldly in the eye to say there would be consequences for running as he took the injured leg and roughly shoved the joint back into place. Not that there was a gentle way to reset a joint... ]

Now stand up. [ With me was implied by Tyr picking himself up as he spoke. ]

/hands cough drop?

[falenandawn]

[While Tyr paused to think, Frey was busy taking in their surroundings, his thoughts rushing a mile a minute. How was he going to get back....? And what was Tyr planning? It couldn't be anything good.... and he couldn't exactly run.

So distracted is he by his thoughts, when Tyr bends down he jerks back, startled. he bites back a gasp when he grabs the leg, but that's replaced by a sharp, short scream as he shoves it back into it's socket. Slumping over a bit, he pants, not even able to stand at the moment as his leg throbs sharply.] P-Please wait...

[stargathering]

[ Please. That's a word Tyr liked to hear from his new prisoner. He waited patiently, letting his arms rest at his sides in case he needed to use them for anything.

A cruel smile came to his lips as he watched the scene, though. ] You thought you were so strong before... Now you can't even stand. Your true colours are really showing now, Prince.

[falenandawn]

[Those words finally spark some rage in your captive though, Tyr. Frey grits his teeth, pulling himself to his feet awkwardly and ignoring the pain as he glares darkly at the other.] You think you know so much about me, Tyr Mcdohl.

[stargathering]

I do know about you. [ He leans over to grab a knot of Frey's hair and yank his head up. There's rage beneath the coldness of his gaze. ] I know more about you than you can imagine.

[falenandawn]

Oh really? What ever gave you the idea I consider myself invincible? [He lets himself get yanked up, not that he has a choice. But he's still glaring vemonously.] It seems more like you are projecting things onto me that you have no clue about.

[Just like the nobles back home. He'd thought Tyr was above such stupidity.]

[stargathering]

[ And with that, Tyr spit on his face. ]

You better not think you're invincible, or I'll correct that mistake for you.

I think you actually consider yourself my equal. [ His hand tugged more tightly at the hairs. ] And you're not even close.

[falenandawn]

[Frey tries to pull back a bit, grimacing at the spit. That hand grabbing his hair stops him, though.] Of course I don't. but I don't consider myself weak, either.

I didn't even know a thing about you before this. I couldn't consider you anything.

[stargathering]

[ Tyr doesn't think Frey really means that. He's making this about Tyr and not himself. It's not that Tyr is any better than others: It's that Frey is lower than the scum of the Empire.

His hand twists the hair. ] This isn't about me or your simple weakness.

This is about what you are.

[falenandawn]

And what am I? a human being? [He winces a bit at that hand in his hair, but otherwise focuses on keeping Tyr's gaze.]

[stargathering]

[ Tyr scoffs and flings him back onto the floor. A foot firm to his chest holds him down, though. ] You're not even that.

[falenandawn]

[Frey struggles to try to push him off, even trying to roll over, but ultimately he's still too weak from the yanking of those feathers to do so. The glare, however, remains firmly in place even with his bodyweight crushing his aching wings.] I've never done a thing to you. Why are you doing this?!

[stargathering]

This isn't about me personally. [ How dare Frey try to stand up. That gets a nice stomp to the sternum with the heel of Tyr's foot. The look in his eye turns ugly. ] This is for all those years you've deceived everyone.

[falenandawn]

[Frey gasps and cringes away from the kick as his breath hitches. coughing, he'll glare up at him still.] You-....think...

[stargathering]

[ Tyr simply pulls his foot away. Now he's getting it. ] Now can you stand up, or do I need to drag you?