Dominationstuck

[[ Ooc- Below ]] Name: Foxx (Silver) Age [18+ only!]: 21 Discord (kept private):  Three little birds sat on my window Proper Pronouns (kept private): And they told me I don't need to worry

[[ IC - Below ]] Character you would like to play: Roxy Lalonde Why do you want to play them: I’ve quietly adored Roxy for a while and I’d really like to try her out! Why is your character a part of the ring?: A debt on her mother’s part lead to her being taken to pay the debt for her. Master,Slave or Switch?: Slave Age: 20 Character’s Group Headcanon: 

“Yessir! Just tell me where the drinks are first.”

You don’t remember being brought here— you were too blackout drunk— but you remember your first day. They told you that your mother owed them, but that she was too well-known to be taken. You fought it for a long while, but quickly learned that good behaviour reaps the best rewards you can get out of this place. So you behave, as long as they’ll let you drink and can manage some basic respect. If not, you’re all to happy to cause some havoc.

Example roleplay:

Roxy finds herself standing once again in the home of one of the Ring’s many patrons, a bag filled with her clothes and a few other necessities slung over her shoulder and a big, fake grin on her face. She hates this place, she hates it with all of her heart, but she knows how to act. She knows how to smile and be good and make the best out of this shitty situation. She’s learned. It just took some harsh lessons.

“Heya!” she calls when the large troll comes into view, waving at him and aiming a charming little smile their way. They return the greeting and motion for her to follow and she does exactly that, peering around curiously as she listens to them ramble off the rules and tasks expected of her, giving a few little mhm’s and yeah’s to let them know she was listening.

They get to the room she’ll be staying in and she sets her bag on the bed, popping it open and beginning to dig through her things. The troll clears his throat and she’s quick to turn back to him, another grin on her face. “I’ll get started on those orders right away, Sir!” she pipes up, deeming to deal with unpacking later. He nods and turns to leave, but she pipes up before he can.

[[ Ooc- Below ]] Name: James Age: 27 Discord: Sailing on a ship in a bottle Proper Pronouns: Anchor all your thoughts to the bottom

[[ IC - Below ]] Character you would like to play: Kankri Vantas Why do you want to play them: Because I miss playing my Vantas babies, and I’ve taken a slight liking to Kankri’s character. I played him on tumblr for a short bit and was finding it pretty easy to write out his character. Why is your character a part of the ring?: He was given to the Ring by his Culler, who only just got ahold of him- and after being so close to no longer needing to fear the threat of such things, it really was bad luck. The high blood figured that because he’s a mutant, he would fetch a pretty cegar for him in a slave ring. They signed a contract with the Crew to receive a portion of Kanrki’s rental profits (though I’m sure they didn’t read the fine print because pompous Highbloods). Master,Slave or Switch?: Slave Age: 10 Sweeps / 21 Years Character’s Group Headcanon: Kankri usually isn’t very violent, but he’s prone to arguing; whether it being in large complicated vocabulary or with actual anger. He used to be independent, taking care of himself and doing what he wanted before he was snatched by a highblood. So having that independence suddenly ripped away from him has affected him negatively. He’s usually one for rationality and calm thinking, but now with his personal life being turned on its head, he’s prone to that mutant blood anger… He doesn’t like acting like that though.

Example roleplay: He knew this was inevitable, it was the only logical path of action. Not one of his choosing of course, but still inevitable. Someone finally rented him, and he wasn’t happy about it for obvious reasons. Still he listened to an extent, arriving at the stranger’s place of residence as requested. He kept some distance but approached when asked, regardless. His arms were folded behind his back, holding holding his wrist in the other hand with a rather confident posture, one he had developed in his time of independence. Because of this Kankri couldn’t help but look down his nose to the person in front of him.

He was should be above this situation, he didn’t belong here. He was a troll, he had his rights. He wasn’t some sort of object to be owned and ordered around like a possession. He absolutely despised the situation he was in, but currently there was nothing he could do about it, least he cause great harm to himself. Though despite the fact that he logically knew it wasn’t going to help his situation, his attitude had become unbearable.

Kankri’s master requested something of him, ordering him to fetch them something from the kitchen, and it was so ridiculous. “Get it yourself, you have two legs to walk on and hands to acquire objects with.” He snapped back. He didn’t mean to, but it came out just the same. An attitude, dripping with resentment. He knew it wasn’t right. It wasn’t this person’s fault that he was in this position, but at the same time, they were just as at fault as everyone else. He paid for him after all… Bought him like an toy.

The mutant troll was so caught up in his own internalized musings that he didn’t hear his master’s raised tone, nor notice them encroaching on his personal space until it was much too late.

A hand connected with his upper arm, pulling the red blood out of his relaxed stance, gaining Kankri’s attention. It wasn’t until that eye contact was made did the Master mildly regret their decision.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” Kankri snapped, his eyes widening as his pupils dilated. He could feel his temper flare, his body reacting in tandem as he lashed out and shoved his temporary owner away from himself; stumbling back slightly in the same moment. “Do you not know anything about personal space? I would heavily suggest you do not try such actions against me again. I did not consent to be handled as such and it is not your right to be grabbing in such a manner.” His tone was tilted with indignation.

Sadly Kankri was so busy ranting angrily that he didn’t notice the returned look of anger on his master’s face. Apparently his owner didn’t quiet like Kankri’s attitude, and his monologuing defensive tirade was cut incredibly short with a precise backhand.

“You will not act in such a manner, do you understand me? You are mine for the next two weeks, and you will obey my orders as such. If I tell you to do something, you will do it. You are a slave, and you will know your place.” Their tone was chilling as realization crashed down over Kankri. He hadn’t meant to do that. He meant to just sass them, to give them an attitude, not attack them or to become physical. Despite the regret cooling his temper, Kankri’s blood still boiled as any sort of benefit of the doubt he may have held for his Master faded away. He was just like those who he was sold to in the first place. They didn’t care about him, just what he could do for them.

[[ Ooc- Below ]] Name [What you want to be called]: Kris Age [18+ only!]: 21 Discord (kept private): I set my sail; Proper Pronouns (kept private): Fly, the wind it will take me [[ IC - Below ]] Character you would like to play: Jake English Why do you want to play them: I really like to play Jake, because it’s easy to get into his mindset, and the way I play him, he’s very different from most characters I play. His general naivety and enthusiasm would be a lot of fun in a setting like this, especially if he’s enjoying the activities. In all complete hnesty, I want to play Jake as that guy who really enjoys being dominated on his own terms. Why is your character a part of the ring?: After Gramma English’s company went under and she passed on, Jake unfortunately inherited her unpaid debts. In order to pay it off, Jake visited a loanshark and took out a loan, naively thinking he could pay it all back. Being barely an adult himself who was only paid minimum wage, this was no possible. In order to pay his debts, Jake was inducted as the newest slave of the Midnight Crew. Little by little, as time went on, Jake was able to earn his freedom… but with nowhere to go, he stayed with the Midnight Crew, having gotten used to the lifestyle of submission and domination. However, his time as a slave left him with a bit of an appetite to do some mastering of his own… Master,Slave or Switch?: Switch Age: 23 (joined at 18) Character’s Group Headcanon: SLAVE: “Wait, I forgot the safeword-!” Jake English is eager to please, and hardly puts up a fight when faced with a master, regardless of their disposition. He’s more apt to be obedient to female masters, but male masters earn his affection faster. He’s not really the type to be uppity or disobedient, but he asks a lot of questions and is prone to saying the wrong thing, which often leads to impromptu punishment. Some wonder if the dumb personality is all an act, but if you ask the other slaves… He really is as gullible and forgetful as it seems.

MASTER: “Why aren’t you wearing the blue bodypaint? I asked nicely!” Despite having been in debt most of his life, Jake takes to the master role surprisingly well. He’s not a needlessly cruel man, nor is he entirely stupid, but he does have very particular tastes. For example, he likes to dress a slave according to his desires, and act out various scenarios to his liking. If disobeyed, he’s generally very forgiving, but he’s not above pistol-whipping (with firm silicone toy) an unruly sub. You can’t just let them boss you around, can you? However, with the right sub, he’s generous, rewarding, and prone to giving gifts- as long as those gifts are used for him.

Example roleplay:

SLAVE: Jake struggled against his bonds, but only slightly. He wanted to make sure he really couldn’t get out, because his master would probably be upset. Not that it was his fault that the ropes were loose, but he’d probably still be punished for it. Better safe than sorry, in this situation. Truth be told, Jake wouldn’t be completely upset, if he had to be punished- he would take is like a good boy, to show his master he could be trusted. Because he could, and he was a good boy! He learned his master’s routines, and performed his duties, and when it was time to be tied down, he did it without protest. He master is proud, he hoped. He’d gone to go get a few things after tying Jake down and delivering a safeword (Master was so kind to do that), but as time went on, Jake… found that he couldn’t remember the safeword.

Uh oh.

Tensing up, Jake tried to remember. It was a weird word… Pineapple? No, not that. Pomegranate? Maybe… Perpendicular? Well, he could at least remember it started with a ‘P.’ Jake ran through a list of all the words he knew that started with ‘P.’ Paper, puppy, puppet, placemat, plaque, placard, parallell, parallellogram- wait! No, not parallelogram. Persnickety, pusillanimous, pufferfish- oh, no. Just as he thought of that one, he could heard his master returning, the heels of their boots clicking on stone. Hurry, Jake, remember, remember! Picadilly, parking, pamphlet, periwinkle, pterodactyl-

“Master, welcome back! Say, you wouldn’t happen to remember our safeword, would you? Because I seem to have-mmfgh.”

Jake was silenced as a rubbery, round gag was slipped into his mouth. It seems Master… wasn;t concerned about the safeword. Maybe because they knew Jake wouldn’t need it? Or because they didn’t care. Jake wasn’t sure if that terrified him… or aroused him.

MASTER: (the gun used is not real at all, just as a fair warnign to whomever reads this) Jake snapped his latex gloves, for no reason other than to do so. The sound was fun. Today was a fun day! It was always messy when he got the body paints out, but oh man, that shade of cobalt blue just did things to him. Whenever he asked a slave for this, he usually got weird looks, but they complied anyway. It was probably the least weird thing they’d had to do with a master. He prided himself on being very nice to his slaves (completely disregarding that ‘nice slaveowner’ is an oxymoron). He guaranteed that no slave left his place without being very, very happy. He hoped that would be the case with this one!

Jake stepped out of the bathroom and onto the floor covered with a polystyrene mat. As he said, this could get very messy. However, he was dismayed to see that his slave had completely ignored his directions! The blue paint was completely untouched, and they were just sitting on the floor, glaring at him. Oh, so they were going to be like this, huh? Jake just sighed, and undid the holster on his hip.

“Why couldn’t you just do what I said? I didn’t want to have to resort to this.” From the hostler, he pulled a sleek Beretta, light singing dully on its matte surface. The slave’s eyes widened and they backed against the wall, like frightened prey. Jake advanced slowly, holding the gun casually and running a finger over the trigger, like he could fire at any moment. A foot away, he leveled the gun at his slave barrel angled at their arm.

“I’ll ask nicely. Will you put it on?” The slave nodded, and Jake responded by rubbing the muzzle of the gun against their chin. They flinched, but the focused on the gun with a puzzled expression. It felt so soft against their skin, and Jake grinned. “Gotcha,” he whispered, and bonked the silicone toy against the top of their head. He holstered the toy in his left holster, but then showed his right holster, in which there was a much shinier looking pistol.

[[ Ooc- Below ]] Name [What you want to be called]: Oh you know ;) Age [18+ only!]: Old Discord (kept private): I pray for the wicked on the weekend Proper Pronouns (kept private): Mama can I get another amen? [[ IC - Below ]] Character you would like to play: Karkat Vantas Why do you want to play them: I dunno. I never tried a Vantas before and he’s a yelling caring boy and I need him here right now. Why is your character a part of the ring?: He has been hiding his blood for a long ass time and actually made it into being a Threshecutioner. Only for him to be caught later on and punish for his crimes by being trialed, found guilty, and sentenced to a slave ring for treason, impersonating an officer, impersonating a highblood, and for being a mutant.  Master,Slave or Switch?: Slave Age: 10 sweeps (21 earth years) Character’s Group Headcanon: “YOU THINK THAT I AM GOING TO DO ANYTHING YOU SAY, THEN YOU GOT A BIG STORM COMING, FUCKER.”

Karkat is feisty and ready to fight. He will do as you say but at what cost? He just got out of trial and he’s still angry and shouty from the trial and is going to be for a while. He doesn’t mean to be angry but he has ever reason to be. He will be obedient once he’s more settled in.

Example roleplay: (Must be 2 paragraphs at least, in character, with this AU setting and your headcanon, and be sure to show how your character would be like in their position!)

“For the last time, you are not fucking putting that on me! I’m not some kind of barkbeast at your beck and call. You can go and take your bulge, okay? And stuff it right in your ass! Or maybe your bulge is too small for that so why don’t you just cut it off and THEN stick it in there–” SMACK! That was a smack across his face and then some. He coughed from the impact on his face. He was given another warning before shit got serious. Karkat went wide eyed in fear at when the master pulled out a knife. Fuck. His hands were clenched. His own nails were going right into his hands. 

Karkat wasn’t no pushover he thought to himself. He was not going to get pushed around by some highblood. This wasn’t the fucking life for him. He clicked and growled at him but he didn’t respond. The master only banged another fist to his head. Last warning. Karkat’s fists were still balled up, ready to sing but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t do it. He knew that if he did that he was going to die. He didn’t want to die. Karkat loosened his fists and bent down politely, showing his neck. “I’m not doing this for fucking you.” I’m doing this so I don’t fucking die.  

[[ Ooc- Below ]] Name [What you want to be called]: Bubbles Age [18+ only!]: 21 Discord (kept private): Who shall rise again?  Proper Pronouns (kept private): The will to overcome shall urge us on 

[[ IC - Below ]] Character you would like to play: Calliope

Why do you want to play them: I enjoy rping Calliope she is a happy muse that makes me happy.

Why is your character a part of the ring?: She entered the ring under the same circumstance as Caliborn. It was a choice of submission to avoid conflict had it occurred.

Master,Slave or Switch?: Switch

Age: 22

Character’s Group Headcanon: “as yoU wish master”

Calliope is unlike many other cherubs. She comes off as submissive and allows that facade to be apparent as a strategic choice. She holds no favor for this slavehold and as her kindness always percieves her she knows better than to blindly trust others. As all cherubs, she cannot truly feel compassion or love for another only caliginous intent. But she will always be more than willing to give them a show as to keep all eyes away from her. She is a very well versed artist and writer, speaking in her usual british accent. She still holds her sweet and helping hand attitude. She always wonders what it would be like to escape, but that is still a dream to act on for another day.

Example roleplay: (Must be 2 paragraphs at least, in character, with this AU setting and your headcanon, and be sure to show how your character would be like in their position!)

Calliope’s gaze goes up to lock eyes with that of her master. Her body language expressing that natural submissiveness that all the masters assumed came with her. A hand guiding under her chin for her to beck and call upon and as she has observed she does as they say.

All of this was simply another story to her. Everyone a character in a short story that linked to that of the universe. A massive novel that picks and chooses its path for any and all beings. Her own chapter currently residing in this slavehold. Her steps kept light as she follows, staying silent and vigilant. She’s shown her staying quarters, instructed what she must do and left alone to her own devices. Staring around in the bedroom silently until she was sure this person had left; that is when her lungs expand and she finally takes a breath.

She wasn’t afraid. Not at all. Her smile simply creeps back onto her face and she happily hums as she begins to make this place like home. Just like every new room. She would make the best of this, do what she needed to and only dream maybe one day this didn’t have to be her life anymore.

[[ Ooc- Below ]] Name [What you want to be called]: Magikarp Age [18+ only!]:Privated by Request (21+) Discord (kept private): A common foe for all to prove their claim  Proper Pronouns (kept private): Prevail for freedom or to fail in shame  [[ IC - Below ]] Character you would like to play:  Feferi Peixes Why do you want to play them:  Oh me, oh my!  Feferi is a rather interesting troll to play and because she’s so underdeveloped, the potential for her is extravagant.  The take on for this would allow a “seasoned” Feferi RPer to explore new avenues to her facets.  Basically, it’s a chance to learn more about a character I think I know so well. Why is your character a part of the ring?: It all started with a prophecy delivered to her by the Horrorterrors in a dream.  She had the same dream for sweeps which pointed her to her ‘a servant of the Terrors’.  After searching by rumors and scant few connections, Feferi found the 'servant’ that was supposed to guide her.  Enthusiastically and unbeknownst to what truly lay ahead in the Ring, she found herself eagerly becoming a master when she became of age at the chance to learn from the one of which the Horroterrors spoke of: the Handmaid, otherwise known simply as Mot)(er to the young heiress.  Master,Slave or Switch?: Master Age: 10 sweeps Character’s Group Headcanon: “Cahf ah nafl mglw'nafh hh’ ahor syha'h ah'legeth, ng llll or'azath syha'hnahh n'ghftephai n'gha ahornah ah'mglw'nafh.” [That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die.] Feferi Peixes is the heiress apparent to the throne and descendant of Her Imperious Condescension.  This has always been the thing that defined her even from hatching because of the very blood that runs through her veins.  What happens to set her apart from the many other heiresses across time just so happens to the connection she has with the Horrorterrors.  Whether it is by chance or simply fate, this particular heiress finds herself at the mercy of their whims and channels their prophecies by the Beings both against her will and with her consent.  Rather than having been one of the many stains on the floor left by assassination attempts that her ancestor made on her predecessors, Feferi sought aid of the Handmaid as guided by the Horrorterrors.  The delivered unto her another prophecy: that she would be the one to 'unite the races’.  This could mean a great many things: lowbloods and highbloods and/or slaves and masters as equals.  She doesn’t know for sure, as the Ones she serves are cryptic in their messages.  But the Handmaid has taken it upon herself to safeguard this precious heiress by plucking her from her home at six sweeps and secluding her in the Church, keeping a close eye on her and guiding the young royal troll towards her destiny in one day facing HIC.  For now, the new master is happy to treat all slaves as if they are equals to an extent, sometimes even coddling them a bit too much.  For a small price, she will even divine someone’s future from the Elder Gods  But because of her connection to the Horrorterrors, it is also known that sometimes they act through her and can be known to be cruel.  This has not tarried her dreams for reforming the caste system and a dream of a better Alternia.

[[ Ooc- Below ]] Name [What you want to be called]: sor(bet) Age [18+ only!]: 24 Discord (kept private): By the Scribes, we gather in their names  Proper Pronouns (kept private): To face the Nightwings here before the flames  [[ IC - Below ]] Character you would like to play: Dave Strider Why do you want to play them: If being Strider Trash ain’t enough, I just feel comfortable in playing my shades wielding nerds, and find myself at ease in portraying their mindsets in different ways and situations and AUs. Why is your character a part of the ring?: Dave actually got raised within the Midnight Crew ( and consequently within the Hold’s environment ), so he’s always been part of the ring all his life, and isn’t really interested in knowing else -perhaps only holding curiosity and a touch of resentment on the guardian who abandoned him, and gratitude towards who gave him a roof and a life. To be more specific, he’s under Droog’s wing and responds directly to him above any assigned master he might have at the moment. Master,Slave or Switch?: Slave Age: 22 Character’s Group Headcanon:

“ to quote another blonde im a nightmare dressed like a daydream ”

Dave is indeed a dangerous siren, able to perform the arts of assassination ( proficient in the use of blades and hand-to hand combat, guns being supplemented only as a late training ) and seduction with extreme class and poise just like the mentor and master has always insisted for him to learn and embrace. Messiness is not part of the motto, and he makes sure to never reach those levels, both in presence and in the grace and steadiness he performs his most relentless tasks. He knows how to use his looks and the uniqueness of it to gain the favors of whoever is supposed to entertain and knows how to become everything the client might desire… while of course referring everything to the only one his true loyalties lie in. 

Example roleplay: (Must be 2 paragraphs at least, in character, with this AU setting and your headcanon, and be sure to show how your character would be like in their position!)

He was zircon carved to perfection and meant to mimic the diamonds above, shining palewhite against dim lights, lithe yet trained frame a sight to behold while wrapped in silks and velvets, just like carmines were trained to observe, to take note, to refer. Sirenlike in all his approaches, always calculating the next move -dancing to tie strings on those who held his own for a few nights or more. 

There were priorities, after all.