#brainwashing cw

[ohmaerieme]

wanted to draw more of my ‘luigi having some moments of awareness and fighting back against dimentio’ concept, but i couldnt think of any dialogue so just pretend theyre having an epic poetic verbal showdown for control

[clancykisser]

I Am A Real Person...

A doodly animatic i did for Me/Clancy in SAI Era ;v;

Short story ab it under the cut if anyone wants to hear me yap

So basically in the Scaled and Icy/SAI era of the lore, me and Clancy are found and kidnapped, taken back to DEMA. There, the Bishops brainwash me and use me as a puppet as well as leverage to trap Clancy and force him to perform for the government.

So every day we see one another he has to deal with brainwashed me, so different than what he's normally used to. It's the ANGST-.

[timeclipsed]

— ;; ECLIPSED, ORY HALLWAYS STRETCHING FAR as blurred eyes are able to perceive, fading in and out of vision. Footsteps clank against floors; the passing of flowing white fabric and idle chitter inaudible over droning hums. Jetting open automatically, doors greet with long, immaculate paintings of the stars outside through spotless glass. Hues of cobalt, of sparkling heliotropes, all lining a pathway to pooling blue and obtuse land far below where feet land.

Onyx quills obscure a piece of the sight, blotting rubies and reflecting golds that shimmer beneath darkness.

Slowly, that figure turns—

❝What do you remember?❞

— ;; —And the voice doesn't match the mouth the words seem to belong to. Gruff, irritably hateful, but currently uncharacteristically soft.

❝Come back to me. What can you remember?❞

— ;; Eyes adjust to the soft fluorescent lights that they've become properly akin to, assisting in landing a floaty mind back down to Earth.

❝...Hallways. Stars. People... I-I know those people.❞

❝Who are they?❞

❝Scientists. Researchers... they knew Gra... Gerald.❞

— ;; Scribbling. Intricate penmanship curls and loops onto detailed documents, taking down each note thoroughly.

❝What else did you see?❞

❝My body is melting.❞

❝Melting?❞

❝I'm turning into alluvium. I can't feel my arms. My legs are already gone.❞

❝That's a normal feeling. You aren't melting, your brain is adapting. Try to focus. Tell me what else you saw.❞

❝Black and red and gold.❞

❝Shadow?❞

❝I don't know.❞

❝How did seeing it make you feel?❞

❝Happy, I think. Relieved. Kinda annoyed.❞

— ;; Scrawling, continued within the notes, overrides the buzzing hums of background machinery. A hand, delicate and surprisingly encouraging, lowers to ruffle between perky ears.

❝You're doing quite well. Gerald would be proud of you.❞

❝Can I go home?❞

❝Where is home, pray tell?❞

❝Home... home is...❞

— ;; Squeezing wide, stinging eyes shut, washed over by a wave of startling realization, the effects of reality finally start to return.

❝Home is where Sonic is... and Amy, and Knuckles... a-and... everyone else. We have to finish the machine right this time. I don't... wanna do this. It hurts my head.❞

— ;; Billowing sigh passing through clenched teeth, shoulders drop and eyes focus on finishing what's been penned down.

❝The connection's still quite fickle... hm. Good enough for today, I suppose.❞ Turning, stepping out, that once ginger voice now rings with ire and impatience in rhythm with footsteps. ❝We'll pick up in a few more days.❞

— ;; Left to the preying jaws of silence, quivering hands clench in and out of fists to regain feeling, wide eyes staring down into their palms.

Reality, the understanding of what had happened, finally sets in.

❝Again?❞

— ;; Melting to the floor onto knees, promptly collapsing into fetal position against cold concrete, overwhelming tears cloud hysterical vision.

— ;; Erroneously led, strung along this far for an ultimate purpose. Yet, still clinging to the delusion that somehow everything is genuine. That someday, Sonic's emerald eye will meet his dull azures once again.

Home had been out of the question long, long ago. Anyone reasonable could have seen that miles away.

[wrxthfulguard]

(X) @mxthbladed

"You won't know the end result unless you talk to her about it, Miss Vaggie... But... I do understand your situation." There were times Don still had lingering doubts about others thinking he was still his former self... The one that he wanted to never become again in death... A brainwashed soldier.

"I'm doing my best to be a better person than who I was once was in my former alive life... But... I do carry habits from that life... As such, fighting to survive another day is hardwired in my mind."

[fictionkinfessions]

Bit of a rant about about how the riordanverse fandom sees shit again but, no, Hades was not a good father.

First of all, he only wanted to be around me and Bianca when our mother was there, as soon as she died he literally took our fucking memories and left us in the lotus hotel (or whatever it's called, I cannot remember which also might be his fault) for DECADES which caused me to have memory issues for the rest of my life.

At the same time he made his identity very much known to us without explaining how anything worked so everytime I saw anything even slightly undead related my immediate reaction was "dads angry with me" instead of what it would be after learning more about stuff.

And then when he actually made another appearance in my life was when my sister fucking died and all he did was tell me how it should've been me instead and I carried that with me for the rest of my life.

And there's also so much more that I forgot or just don't want to talk about and it's so frustrating how everyone in the fandom just ignores that, I know not all my memories are canon but some of these are canon and talked about frequently in the fandom yet no one acknowledges that he was also a crappy parent-

Like yeah I guess he did try bit he still sucked as a father and I'm not gonna act like he didn't.

- Nico Di Angelo 💀🦋🐌

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[zapasnoysoldat]

FILE:// INITIATIVE ASSET #2489LA_SPARE . . . . ACCESSING . . . . ACCES GRANTED

Luka Aristov was born to Ruslan Aristov, a Russian-American, and an unknown mother. All his life, Ruslan would tell his son that his mother up and left a few weeks after his birth, and any traces of his mother were erased from their lives. As an Army Ranger, Ruslan raised his son in a militaristic style, valuing obedience and loyalty above all, as well as physical prowess. From a young age, Luka was trained in multiple martial arts and the use of firearms. There was little affection between father and son, and Ruslan would even beat Luka if he wasn't performing to his father's standards.

Ruslan's plan for his son was always to become a Tier One operator with the Navy SEALs and pushed his son accordingly. After high school, Luka joined the Navy and worked his way through the ranks for two years before applying for and passing the SEAL Physical Screening Test. He went on to pass BUD/S and SQT, officially becoming a Navy SEAL. After a year of training, he was then stationed at Virginia Beach for even further training and deployment.

Eventually, he served as a SEAL for seven years. He made a name for himself as being highly skilled, utterly loyal and frighteningly efficient, specialising as a sniper and interrogator. He enjoyed his work and formed a close bond with his teammates, glad to be away from his father's suffocating influence. And then the unthinkable happened.

During a mission in a warzone, the team was ambushed and got separated, leading to Luka being caught in a grenade explosion. Due to the damage to the structure he was in and the quick advance of the enemy, Luka was presumed killed in action while his teammates exfiltrated. However, they were wrong: Luka had survived the explosion by pure luck but sustained heavy injuries. Found by the enemy, he was taken to their camp, where they debated either ransoming him back to the US or using him as propaganda material.

Before they could decide on a course of action, one of their leaders' contacts stepped in and offered a large sum of money for the injured SEAL. And so Luka was sold to Hector Grant, operative for The Initiative.

Very little is known about The Initiative in the global intelligence and military community. They are strange partnership between several rogue intelligence agencies, dictatorships and warlords that provides highly trained and obedient assets to carry out clandestine operations around the world for the highest bidder. Once in their hands, an operator with Luka's skillset was in high demand. Through a combination of brutal torture, drugs & mental programming, Luka was broken down to a shell of a human being: horrifyingly lethal and blindly obedient. He became known as the Spare, the operative they would send into the field when another one of their assets had failed their mission. Luka's task was simple: clean up the mess and end the one who had made said mess.

During his time with The Initiative, Luka was known as Xavier and resided in their blacksite compound outside London. There, he met another of The Initiative's assets, known as Felix. The two found friendship in each other, and would often turn to the other when the effects of their brainwashing and torture took their toll on them.

After four years of this hell, Luka was sent to Istanbul to clean up an asset's mess: the target that needed killing had survived and had seen the asset. Arriving in the city, it soon became clear that the asset Luka was meant to eliminate was the one person he cared for: Felix. Refusing to destroy the one good thing in his life, Luka and Felix made a pact and fled. Their freedom was shortlived, unfortunately. The Initiative caught up with them and during the chase through the streets of Vienna that ensued, Felix was mortally wounded. With his last strength, he pleaded with Luka to flee and recover the life he had lost. And so he did, leaving Felix behind.

Ever since that day about a year and a half ago, Luka has wandered around Europe, slowly regaining memories and shards of his previous self. Losing Felix still haunts him and he's sworn to take down The Initiative one day, in vengeance for the lives they stole from them.

What Luka is unaware of is that Felix' comatose body was recovered by The Initiative and revived, for the sole purpose of one day sending him in to kill their runaway asset.

[ofmaddogs]

@huntedvideo // semi-plotted starter

-- CAUGHT ANOTHER ONE! Gramps had gotten to play hero again, felt good for the soul, didn't it? All flamethrower blazing-- had to be careful here in the city limits, this dingy warehouse on the side of town. A few charred corpses, the local cops would cover it up if they wanted the Mad Dogs to stay on the side of good.

He'd hauled the young man to his feet, his own damn-near-elderly back ached as they hobbled to the old truck. Ah, this fresh meat was certainly tenderized but he'd do. Just keep him breathing until they got up to the mountain and they'd rapid-fire him through the ritual, see if or how well that might patch him up.

"C'mon son." Gramps patted the man's bloodied and scarred face, shook him slightly to rattle him back awake. Ah, he was in shit shape, wasn't he?

But, he'd endured it. That meant he was strong at least.

"Stay awake, the danger's passed." Well, one sort of danger at least. From the frying pan to the meatgrinder but, he'd make it through. Hated coddling the guy like this but that was step one in this process, right? Building the rapport. Build them up, break them down, start again with something useful. The old Nam vet was plenty practiced at that.

"Get you up to my place, we'll patch you up."

[blog-sliverofjade]

Watching The Bad Batch and constantly getting Psy vibes, which sure, might just be the whole sci-fi aspect, but

Obsession with genetics, even to the point of "disposing of defective" children

Brainwashing

Control implant

Special abilities

Child soldiers

Hell, Tech might as well be Psy with his intellect and focus on logic.

[lovesaved]

flammable muses breakdown for those unfamiliar with the source material

jude p.erry from the m.agnus a.rchives: the absolute worst. she's part of this cult that believes they are closest to their god when actively seeking out people who have a lot to live for and systematically erasing that. she was very devoted to and in love with the cult's messiah, and people have said they couldn't tell if jude loved her as a god or a woman. she's currently slid into a leadership position in the cult after the ensuing power vacuum left in the wake of said messiah's death. most people in the cult have the same powers as her.

harshaw quinn from the g.rishaverse: he only shows up in one book and dies at the end of it, but he is everything to me. joins up with alina and her merry band of misfits to take the darkling out. he is a proud father to a little tabby cat who's name translates to cat. he's repeatedly described as weird and unstable, says off-putting shit while doing the in universe equivalent of playing with matches but it's not his fault fire is cool

mason marks from the d.arkest minds: he's like 16 and has suffered more than jesus 😭 he is a pyrokinetic who got brainwashed into being a human weapon, broke away from his handlers but his new situation wasn't much better. at least not until a girl with weird mind powers who he was supposed to fight to the death got into his brain and started doing repairs. he's not. completely better, but he isn't as bad as he was. walmart b.ucky b.arnes

[harbingrs]

Consider: trope where one person is evil/possessed/brainwashed/etc and uses their intimate knowledge of their friend(s) to verbally wreck them.

What I love about this trope is that it's so meta. As an audience, we can casually talk about the character's weaknesses or flaws or deepest fears that way, with absolute fondness.

As an audience, we love traits like "loyal to a fault" or "always the last one to catch on" or "looks out for number one" or "struggles to connect with anyone" or "fails to live up to their own standards" etc. They're what we adore so much about the character.

Seeing them confronted with their flaws/weaknesses/fears in such simple and brutal wording? The character's emotional response to facing who they are to us as an audience? Chef's kiss. Love it.

It's also a "brainwashed battle" sub-trope when it leads to "I know you don't mean it, I know the real [friend's name] would never say that!" even as they're struggling with the genuine hurt of hearing that from someone who loves them.

Here's the kicker: we, as an audience, love them. And we were talking about them like that long before their brainwashed friend was.

[grislyintentions]

❝ I'd burn every soul I knew if I thought the fire was warmin' you ❞ (he's got such loyal dog energy w Yaoshi)

Meme || Accepting || @draconicfool

"Such conviction." There is amusement in the Aeon's words when the full weight of their gaze rests upon their devoted. Gentleness is a learned trait with the hands they wield, idly caressing Eros' hair in a manner most indulgent.

An action scooped from the dredges of their observations; painted parody of human affections. He seems pleased by it at the very least.

"....Fire can be cleansing: it razes away impurities. From it's ashes comes opportunity for new growth." Yaoshi acknowledges their Emanator's vow in a nod.

"Do not forget, Cherished One. Where true salvation lies is where the roots of suffering end; you need only sever that which shackles and binds one to a torturous cyclic existence."

[cosmic-nia]

who’s submissive and agreeable now bitch

(THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A REQUEST TO ONE ANON THAT REQUESTED FOR MORE BRAINWASHED JAX, BUT I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE ASK😭 ANON I HOPE YOU SEE THIS IM SO SORRYY)

[wrxthfulguard]

(X) @alastors-radioshow

"... Nightmare... Adam and his exterminator angels... They came to the hotel... They... Killed everyone, you and Charlie included... He said it was my fault... Said that my past as a brainwashed soldier is what killed everyone... I... Don't..."

Don didn't understand why Adam said that... Did... Did the First Human know of his past mortal life? As... One of the brainwashed Saviors?

"I... Don't understand the nightmare of this hallucination." He didn't know if he was imagining Adam as Negan of it was the other way around, the hand resting on his ally/mentor's knee trembling a bit.

[fictionkinfessions]

hey i thought things werent supposed to carry over between lives because thatd be really stupid and basically impossible haha ha. why am i more or less still brainwashed

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[matt-is-me]

Mind Trick

cw:hypnosis,arousal

You and your friend are sitting on their couch, watching TV and unwinding after a very tiring day. You've both had a ton of work to worry about, and they think the best remedy for that exhaustion is to destress on the couch for a bit, then try out the trigger they gave you the previous day.

It was a Jedi Mind Trick suggestion, one that makes you mindlessly agree with them any time they wave their hand front of your face. You thought it was a very nerdy thing to use during a hypnosis session, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't curious of its effects.

You wanted to chill out for a bit, but there had to be a better way to do that. The TV was very boring. It was that dumb cooking show your friend always watches. You couldn't stand it, it was like watching paint dry.

"Can you please change the channel? You know how much I hate this show" , you asked, in a tired, grumpy tone.

They waved their hand.

"But you love this show, hun, you always have!"

Your previous opinion began to fade from your head, swiped away by the hand authoritavely swaying in front of you.

That.. that was true. It had always been that way. What were you complaining about? You loved to watch cooking shows! They offered a very relaxing, and informative experience, and suddenly it became impossible to take your eyes off the screen.

You continued watching with your friend for a while, excited with your newfound knowledge of how to prepare Steak au Poivre. It wasn't until both of you spent a little time relaxing your muscles that they suggested doing something else.

"Hm, I've chilled out enough. I'm in the mood for something.. diferent. Are you horny, dear?" They looked at you as they quizzed you on your arousal.

On one hand, you were a bit aroused, and it was the perfect way to destress. But on the other, you were pretty tired, and it was much easier to sit and watch the show. You needed a push, if your friend wanted this very lazy evening to end differently.

They waved their hand.

"You're incredibly aroused"

This time, you repeated their words, doing so without resistance. "I'm incredibly aroused" , you replied, the mindless tone of your voice quickly erasing your previous opinions.

That.. that was true. It had always been like that. Your tired expression morphed from sleepy to unfathomably horny. The thoughts that occupied your mind changed, from ones of curling up on the couch to sexual fantasies of your tist. Your mind grew aroused.

You began to absent-mindedly touch yourself. Nothing major, of course, but just enough to keep yourself worked up. Your friend watched your sudden shift in personality, content with how easy it was to make you agree with them.

They waved their hand.

"Your mind is extremely fuzzy"

"My mmind... fuzzy...", you replied, not even a tiny ammount of hesitation in your voice.

That was true. Your mind could barely keep a coherent thought inside your head. You began to drool your thoughts away as you touched yourself, the only noises escaping your mouth being giggles and moans. You were too dizzy to care about not being understood.

They waved their hand.

"You are really needy. You need me to tell you what to do. What to think."

"N..needyyy....", your voice trailed off, unable to repeat anymore.

That was true. You got closer to them, still touching yourself as you looked into their eyes. Your moans turned into a chorus of needy words, your mind looping the same fantasies of being blanked by your dear pal. You were begging. You had to beg.

"Pleaseee uusee meee,, nneed uu to tell me whhat ddoo.. wahhat too thinkk.. pleasepleasepleasepleaseepleasee"

"Aww, good toy!", your tist responded, a smile forming on their face as they watched your pretty head break from the pleasure.

They waved their hand.

"You're blank."

That was true. You were blank. Your mind suddenly stopped, no longer thinking anything. You froze in place, awaiting commands. You needed to be told what to do. What to think. And your tist had some great ideas~

"I am blank.", you mindlessly replied.

And just like that, with a few waves of a hand, you were gone.

[hypno-matt]

I would love to just put my finger in front of a sub's eyes and just... keep it there.

Not touching them in any way, just keeping it inches away from their face.

Naturally, they would be curious. They'd look at it , slightly crossing their eyes to keep it in focus. Why am I doing this? Why is nothing happening?

They'd have a bunch of guesses as to what I'm doing, I bet. Maybe I'll tap their head, turning them off and leaving them a needy toy. Or I'll snap, making their cute eyes finally close after spending such a long time looking at it.

And I could always put my finger in their mouth, making them suck their thoughts away.

The anticipation. What will it be? The tap? The snap? The sucking?

What if it's all three? Or something they haven't even thought of? And why am I not saying anything?

By now, some time would have passed. Maybe a minute. Maybe 5. They were too lost in their thoughts to keep track. And keeping their eyes slightly crossed to look at my finger isnt making them feel any less confused either.

But I never told them to stare. They did that themselves. They can look away, but they dont want to. They're too busy fantasizing about what is going to happen. Aroused by all the possibilities.

And oh, so needy. They can't resist anymore. They need it. Whatever it is, they need it.

A million ideas desperately bouncing inside their heads. A million fantasies about that one finger in front of them. They're helpless. Please do it. Whatever it is. Please... Pleaspelspleasepleasepleaseplease fmfmfmfmm..

Their mind short circuits. The sub is gone. All they are now is an empty toy.

And the truth is, I wasn't going to do anything. I just wanted to see what would happen if i hesitated. If I allowed the anticipation to take over their minds.

But now I get the feeling that my hands are going to be very, very busy~