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

[falenandawn]

Train me....? [He's too confused by that to struggle much, so Tyr actually succeeds in dragging him stumbling into that cage this time.]

[stargathering]

[ Good. Tyr shoves him the rest of the way in, against the craggy wall. ]

To be useful to me.

[falenandawn]

To be useful- .... You want to make me your servant? [There's a bit of indignity in his voice as he stumbles back against the rocky wall. Somewhere, Gremio feel the irrational need to cry.]

[stargathering]

[ Tyr scoffs. ] Not a servant. [ Servants are people. Not this. And Frey thinks that's beneath him? Disgusting. ] You're my pet.

[falenandawn]

[He doesn't so much think that's beneath as he's indignant Tyr thinks he'd fit such a job without even knowing him.]

A pet?!

[stargathering]

It's the only position fitting your kind.

[falenandawn]

My kind?! [He has a kind?]

[stargathering]

That's right. [ He was getting indignant again? ] I know about you...

[falenandawn]

Sure you do.

[stargathering]

[ He nods. ] So you understand...

[falenandawn]

[Sarcasm, does it not reach you. He's just got to continue giving you a nasty look, Tyr.]

[stargathering]

[ Only when it suits him. Tyr sighs, then-- well, he's done with Frey for now. He turns to walk out of the cell. ]

I'll let you get used to your new home.

[falenandawn]

Don't leave me here! [Hey don't you dare close that door. He's rushing after Tyr to get out of this thing now, if he has to he's going to be tackling you.]

[stargathering]

[ Hearing that rush, Tyr spins around, fully willing to beat Frey off of him. ]

You're acting like a dog already. If you don't behave, you don't eat. So sit down.

[falenandawn]

[Too bad, because Frey's not stopping his charge. He's planning to try and barrel straight through Tyr and keep on running.]

[stargathering]

[ Tyr has never been very big. In fact, he's almost travel size, and the speed Frey was going... Tyr really had no choice but to let him push right past.

Unfortunately for Frey, Tyr was never one to break his word. As Frey ran towards the door, he might hear two distinct words behind him: ]

Deadly fingertips.

[ The world had weakened it so the supposed prince wouldn't die, but it wouldn't feel good by a long shot. ]

[falenandawn]

[Frey screams as the spell hits him directly in the back, slamming into the ground in front of him face first. Writhing and gasping in pain, he's distantly aware that he's not getting up again: His wings were hit, and are now a bleeding, broken mess along with his back. He'd forgotten how much of a weak point they were.]

[stargathering]

[ Yet another reason not to turn his back on Tyr. Tyr makes his way over leisurely. He can tell by the darker red of Frey's blood and the dishevelled state of his feathers that Frey won't be getting up any time soon. ]

You idiot... You must love pain...

[ With that, Tyr takes a firm hold of Frey's plait and begins dragging the boy back/ ]

[falenandawn]

[Frey can't even fight back against Tyr at this point. The pain from the hair pulling doesn't even register compared to the searing agony in his back. He continues to strain against his bonds though, if only because it hurts so much.] A-Ah.... argh....

[stargathering]

[ It was a pity Frey had been reduced to this, but it was his own fault. He left him no choice but to use the rune against him, to keep him from running and polluting the city proper further.

He was entirely ignored by Tyr otherwise. If he died like a dog here, that was simply Fate at work.

The drag back to the cage felt longer with Frey unable to carry himself. ]

[falenandawn]

W-why.... [He felt like he was going to pass out soon. Damn Tyr... Damn Luceti for these blasted wings.....

He's not going to be capable of moving anytime soon, though, so Tyr is stuck dragging him to the cage.]

[stargathering]

[ And Tyr does, in silence.

When they finally arrive there, Tyr shifts Frey to rest his head on his lap. He wondered if he really would die. His skin was getting to be as pale as his hair.

In a soft voice: ] Because you're disgusting...

[falenandawn]

[Frey can't even struggle against the odd position, too drained to do much more then stare. He is bleeding quite a bit and probably on Tyr himself at that.

Even if the wings have quite the regenerative abilities, it's likely going to be a messy couple of days before he can so much as stand.]

[stargathering]

[ Tyr almost pitied him like this. A hand brushed the white strands out of his face gently. He could feel the warm blood soaking into his trousers - he really was bleeding - and the part of him that was still himself considered getting a doctor for him.

He didn't, though.

Shifting a little, he pulled a bottle of medicine from his pocket and opened it. He tilted Frey's head up to drink the bitter contents. ]

[falenandawn]

[When Tyr pulls out that bottle, Frey at first wonders if it's poison. Was he finally fed up with his escape attempts enough to kill him, then.....?

Still, he can't much fight it. He can't even move at this point. So when Tyr pours the medicine down his throat, he chokes a bit, trying to keep from downing the liquid for just a moment until he finally recognizes the horrible, blessed taste of medicine and ends up swallowing.]