Mindfuck Meme, nabbed from bakerstreet

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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) to 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.

Originally posted on memekingdom

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[farceur]

[grimented]

[Every morning, he would tuck his hand between his legs and sob into the emptiness of the room when his fingers slipped into damp warmth between fleshy lips. His other hand would make a grab for his chest, some futile attempt to his double check, to just make sure, only for each time to grab a handful of round, firm breast beneath the light cotton of his floral print gown. Small, could fit in a wine glass. How long had he been like this? He'd lost count of the days.]

[Getting up early and padding to the kitchen weren't as much the actions of his forced treatment for femininity as they were reinstatements of his home life before he turned 13. Get up, check the wash, start breakfast, and whatever he did the goal was to be as silent as possible. He was starting to fall into this too well, the movements of the day automatic and meeting with little resistance.]

[He was sure it had been months, but how would he know? It had been a long while since he thought about where his friends were, why no one had noticed an Auror-in-training's absence. His mind, instead, was constantly plagued with Harriet Lily Potter, the girl who lived, the woman of the house, the one with the vagina.]

[He still fought against it, always referring to himself as Harry Potter, Harry James Potter, the boy who lived, he he he he HE. But what claim could he hold to that, his new sex said otherwise and as mundane as the role was, he was doing the "woman" things anyway, no longer completely against his will. To an extent, he'd broken. He tried not to dwell upon his resilience, his arrogant stubbornness, and how he'd crumpled and folded within some indiscernable timespan. He hadn't lost, yet, but any hope he had of escape was lost when his wand had snapped, when he tried to run away and was burned by a barrier. He could yell and scream at the invisible wall separating him from the neighborhood, but no one could see or hear him. It was a lost cause; he didn't doubt that even the Golden Boy had a time limit on how long he could be gone before community wide hope was drained.]

[He stares at the bacon frying, pulls every Dursley memory he can conjure up to mind, remember how Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon would shout at him, BOY don't you burn that, where's my paper, BOY. He frowns deeper because he hated them, then, and he mutters snarky insults at the memories. He doubted he'd ever lose THAT part of him, at least.]