Pretty Boy (oxo) (mlm) (VERY dark please skip this if you’re triggered by toxic relationships)

Simon Fallengrove has lost his memory and he doesn’t know where to find it…

My character, Simon, is the hero of the story. Beloved by all, the handsome blondie that is worshipped and adored by near everyone on earth. He’s become the poster child and weapon of the All-Seeing Eye, the current government running this version of Earth. Your character is the villain, the hated and bastardized sadboy who runs the revolution against the Eye. He knows that this government will stop at nothing to destroy everything his revolutionary forces have worked for. But when Simon Fallengrove has lost his memory and is found wandering the streets of the bad side of town, naked and confused as to where and who he is, of course the revolution captures him. But what happens when they realize Simon has been wiped clean, a clean slate ready for brainwashing? Of course, your character seduces him and pretends to be his lover.

Ok so. Essentially, Simon was given a mind wiping drug by the Eye after he began to question the motives of the Eye and their government, and before it took effect he escaped and landed in the slums of Radio City where your character’s revolution lives. Your character quickly figures out his boytoy enemy is really gone (at least, all he knows is his name and how to. Like. Function.) and decides to make use of this victory by pretending to be married to Simon and getting the superpowered man to do his bidding. Ultimately, Simon doesn’t actually know there’s an ulterior motive behind this and is for all intents and purposes actually at least liking your character, but overall it’s kinda. Like. Messed up.

Anyways there will be gore, violence, dark themes, swearing and smut. No use of slurs or hate speech will be tolerated here. Have fun!!

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Name:
Age: (27-28)
Gender Identity and AGAB:
Pronouns:
Sexuality: (mlm)
Appearance:
Wardrobe:
Personality:
Theme song(s)?:
Other?:

Name: Simon Fallengrove
Age: 27 but looks barely over 18 due to the age-slowing drugs he’s been given.
Gender Identity and AGAB: FtM trans man, afab
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Gay
Appearance: Simon has albinism and has one red eye, one blue, with palest pale skin and shock white hair that falls to his waist. He has had top surgery and has been outfitted with a machine that produces artificial testosterone for him that is the size of a microchip and sits within his left shoulder. He has not had a hysterectomy or bottom surgery. As of current, there is no tracking tech on him (see “Other”). He is slim, short, with a round cherub face and pale, full lips that have just the faintest amount of tint to them.
Wardrobe: Currently? Only the clothes that he’s been given by the revolution.
Personality: Before, Simon was dull, stupid, and weak willed, but strong and willing to do whatever the Eye told him to do. Now, he is curious, kind, and innocent, but afraid and not sure what to do next.
Powers: Simon can use telekinesis, mind control, super strength and flight, however he cannot read the minds he controls and cannot lift what he couldn’t normally lift. However he can lift quite a bit due to the super strength soooo… yeah!
Theme song(s)?: Primadonna by MARINA, High Enough by K.Flay
Other?: Simon doesn’t have any tracking tech in him, he ripped it out before the memory wipe and escaped before they were able to implant new ones in.

(I could do one with both of you?? If that sounds ok??)

(Ok! I’ll make a new thread for us and Desvelarse and I can have this one!!)

(Ok! Once you get your character up we can discuss plot a little more and begin!)

(No problem! See ya!)

Uhh, I think as cool as your character is he’s supposed to be the guy fighting against the Eye. Not to say he isn’t neat, but I feel like since this doesn’t fit within the prompt you might wanna do a few tweaks? Sorry!

ACTUALLY WAIT. Disregard that I have an idea. One sec lol

Ok so. Imagine that Simon’s little brain wiping operation goes successfully. They wipe his mind, put the tracking tech back in, and overall he’s back to being their good little poster child and weapon. And your character, out of self gratification or pure evil or lust or whatever, decides to pretend that the two are married, or at least are lovers with intention to marry. Simon believes it all, and becomes very fond of your character out of principle and due to his bent morals. But once he finds out the truth he goes to the revolutionary forces and BAM. Your character goes ballistic, and etc etc story plot etc etc.

Hmm, I think I like this new idea better! It seems fun!! And Yeong works for this new prompt pretty well. Do you wanna discuss plot some more or just begin?

Ok!! And don’t apologize, I like expanding on my ideas with other people’s feedback!

Sure!!

Simon awoke-or rather, came to-in an operating room, a surgeon’s mask hovering over his face like some sleep paralysis devil or even a gargoyle. The mask was, presumably, attached to the rest of the surgeon, but it was difficult to pinpoint what was surgeon and what was the machines they were controlling.

“Do you remember anything?” the surgeon asked, to which Simon replied, “Remember?”

“Good.” said the surgeon, not affording Simon an explanation as to who or where he was, or who the surgeon was and what the surgeon was doing. Simon realized he was strapped down, he craned his chin as far as he could and noticed that his organs were spilling out of his chest and stomach like they had exploded; the gore was all over and blood surrounded him. He didn’t scream, surprisingly none of this hurt and it seemed like this would all be over soon anyways with how the robots and machines scurried about to piece things back together.

Simon leaned his head down, body completely numb at this point and unable to feel anything. He didn’t see the machinery the surgeon was organizing within his body, didn’t see the tracking device they implanted in his neck. He looked up towards the ceiling, and tried to fall back into that intoxicating space between consciousness and sleep. But he was awake, and he didn’t know what he was doing here, much less who he was or anything to do with this whole situation.

But he did notice that another person was in the room. Instead of a faceless, featureless surgeon, he was able to see that there was a man here. He wore a dark, torn jacket that fell to his knees and had tattoos all the way up to his jaw, dark curls falling in his face. Simon, on the other hand, was fully nude. He felt more embarrassed than concerned, if anything. He noticed the man say something to the surgeon, but didn’t notice what, ears buzzing with adrenaline now.

Simon heard this mystery man say something to him, but again, he couldn’t fully hear him. He let out a delirious, delighted grin at the smile on the other man’s face, he must have done something good. Simon liked being good, at least, that was what the little voice in his head kept telling him and he chose to believe it. “I think I’m in love with you…” he finally slurred out, giving this angel of a man a look of pure adoration. He must be the one who saved Simon, although from what Simon didn’t remember. Nonetheless, he felt pure ecstasy looking him.

The surgeon ran some sort of device almost like a metal magic wand over Simon, this closed his body up with not even a scar. His body was fully healed, it seemed, with not even a scratch to show for his previous rebellious encounter. The previous Eye didn’t like rebellion, but did seem to be fond of Simon. After her suspiciously violent death, Yeong had been rushed to the place of her absence. She had been a ruthless woman, but Yeong, from the looks of him, would be more so. Thus, Simon had been revived from his sinful slumber and had his memory wiped, thoughts reset, and more technology implanted in him to help him see The Truth of The Eye.

“All yours, oh Gracious Eye.” the surgeon said, not a touch of sarcasm in their voice. They were, to all intents and purposes, serious.

Simon felt himself be unstrapped from the table, he was a bit sore now that the drugs were wearing off. It would hurt even more later. He sat up gingerly, then looked to Yeong for direction.

The surgeon merely shrugged, then nodded to Yeong’s request. They stepped out of the room, procured a baggy pair of scrubs and undergarments and, walking back in and helping Simon stand up, dressed the young man in the scrubs in a clinically detached manner then exited the room to give him and Yeong some privacy. Simon had relied on the balance of the surgeon to stand, and upon the surgeon leaving he collapsed into Yeong, letting out a little startled noise as he did so.

(Short post cuz I’m busy, sorry!)