The Slave Auction Meme

[memester]

The Slave Auction Meme


* Leave a comment with the character's name, fandom, and whether your character will be playing the part of 'slave' or 'master', plus preferences for scenarios if you have any.
* Respond to others with one of the scenarios below or feel free to make up your own.
* Please remember to be respectful of others while you play

Warning: Be aware that this meme deals with dark subjects like slavery and may also contain non-consensual/dubiously consensual sex, violence, and kink.

SLAVES

1. The Newbie - This is your very first auction and you don't quite know what to expect. Hopefully you remember your training and don't disgrace yourself in front of your new master. Hopefully someone thinks you're worth buying at all.

2. The Oldtimer - You've been bought and sold and bought again so many times. You've seen it all before and don't think this time is going to be much different. In fact, the only real anxiety you've got is whether or not someone's going to pay for a more than slightly used slave.

3. The Pet - You're a pleasure slave. A bed warmer. A decorative piece of artwork. You're meant to look pretty and be pleasing and not much else.

4. The Guard - Your master hired you because of your ability to swing a sword or shoot a gun, not your looks.

5. The Escape Artist - Somehow you always manage to squirm out of your master's chains. Too bad you seem to get caught after a while. Maybe your next daring escape will be permanent. Then again, maybe your next master has special ways of keeping you locked up.

6. The Undercover - You aren't a slave at all, you're just pretending to be one. Why? Well that's up to you. Either way, your cover is blown if you don't act the part.

7. The Specialist - You have a skill that no one else has. Something rare and valuable. Something your master needs more than anything else.

MASTERS

1. The Customer - You've owned slaves before and this trip to the market is nothing new to you. Still, you're hoping to find something worth your while.

2. The Gift - Someone bought a pet for you, isn't that nice of them? Or maybe it isn't so nice. Did you even want a slave in the first place? Well you're stuck with one now.

3. The Giver - You're selecting a slave for someone else, and they need to be perfect. Perhaps you'd better test them out first to make sure you're getting your money's worth.

4. The Trainer - You specialize in taming unruly slaves and making them over into perfect, obedient, well-trained pets.

5. The Rebel - You hate the idea of slavery, but the system isn't going to go away any time soon, so the next best thing is to buy up any slave you can get your hands on and free them, right?

6. The Companion - You want someone to be with you always, someone you can talk to and depend on, someone who will never leave your side. It's a good thing that money can buy that these days.

7. The Undercover - You're not actually a Master. You're at the auction for an entirely different reason. Maybe it's special policework, maybe you're trying to hunt down a certain someone. Either way, your cover is blown unless you act the part.

As always, feel free to use a combination of scenarios or make up your own if you have other ideas.

Comments

Rowan O'Cleary | OC | OTA

[medicalling]

[Slave: Most likely scenario would be he was found out as a healer and is now a highly specialized royal slave. He could be used as barter for politics, or between human/fae (or whatever other races people want to play with). This scenario is one he's been actively avoiding since he figured out what his abilities were, so it writes in as a genuine possibility in his canon. That makes newbie, pet, guard, and specialist likely options.

Master: Another fae court or human government or w/e is trying to bribe him, or his parents have decided that he needs a slave/bodyguard, even while out among the humans, so gift and companion would work best for him.]

[lycandsubscribe]

[Don't ask where his parents got a werewolf, they're not going to answer. Regardless, in anticipation of his birthday or some fae holiday celebration, they've presented Rowan with his very own dog on a leash. A collar with silver embedded under the leather keeps Cervantes from shifting, even enough to pop claws and make his displeasure at the situation known. He's dressed plainly; linen shirt, corduroy trousers, simple boots.

And he doesn't say a word, at least not while Rowan's parents are still in the room.]

[medicalling]

[They don't stay long. His mother, Aine, can't stand being around his father, Jarlath, more than absolutely necessary. Somehow, she'd managed to put enough fear in him that he hadn't tried to continue breeding with her for another child after Rowan had been born, but that fear hadn't dissolved the marriage. One hundred and one more years to go, and then she'd be free.

But she'd make sure that her son had something that would watch his back, since there were few in the Winter Court that liked anything that reminded them of Summer. And Rowan, with his beeswax and woodsmoke scent and golden glimmer when he went without his glamour... well. He'd clearly been born to the wrong court.

He hadn't said much, nothing at all, really. He'd just given his father the curtest of nods, then a deeper one with a small smile to his mother. Their relationship was... strained. But she did her best, and he only had the one mother. He knew she was miserable here, and he held no fault to her for her distance.

Which left him staring at a man- no, wolf shifter, who looked just as thrilled as he smelled to be standing there in front of him, collar binding him with a leash dangling from it. Silver corded through it all, but covered with leather to keep from burning his new... toy? Guard? He had no idea what they were thinking.

This was why he so rarely came back to court. Or Underhill itself. Bloody politics.]

I expect you have a name, aye? Mine's Rowan.

[lycandsubscribe]

[For Van's part, there's decisions to be made, passed off to a new master so casually like this. He could pretend he doesn't know English. He could put up a resistance, try to be too much trouble to bother with. He could beg to be set free.

He's been a slave in varying fae courts for years, primarily used as a pit wolf fighting creatures and people. This is the first time he's been allowed real clothing in a while. The first time he's been asked a question in months.]

Cervantes.

[His voice is low, almost creaking with disuse.]

Bucky Barnes | MCU | 25+ ota

[missionreport]

[ Bucky as the slave, preferably as some shade of the Winter Soldier. I'm pretty rusty on playing him non-Winter Soldier!

Prose preferred, assumed cr preferred to get started without playing out introductions. ]

Meredith Idlewild | OC | OTA

[henchgal]

[Slave 2, 3, 7; I've got an AU for her where she's been the doting caretaker slave to an old man. With his death, his family wanted to be rid of her because she reminded them so much of their patriarch. She has some chronic illness bullshit that means she's a bargain bin find, and she's very aware of that.]

Dwayne ir'Dorn | OC | OTA

[will_chase_balls]

[He'd either be a slave or possibly 5 or 7 if he's not a slave, since he has absolutely no interest in owning someone. He's a wolf shifter, so if he's a slave that's likely his main selling point.]

Zepar + OC + OTA

[hurtyourealgood]

[As the master, probably 2 with a side of 5 - as the slave basically anything except 1 or 4]

Gabreel King + OC + OTA

[malecompanion]

[Slave - 3 is obvious, 6 is possible, and 7 is also likely given as how he was a soldier before he was a courtesan, pretty boytoy bodyguard is always a fun angle.]

Sylus | Love and Deepspace

[fyreflies]

{ quick links: info / permissions • au info
def wanna try a slave role for him. a mixture of #2 (oldtimer) and #7 (specialist)?
throw in #3 if we feel like a chance for fluff. maybe his master (or someone in his master's household) pities him or develops feelings for him.
perhaps he can be used for breeding valuable eggs.
m/m breeding with a human results in "dead" but highly valuable eggs.
m/m breeding with another dragon results in "live" eggs that if hatched, the result is a dragon m or f with 100% chance of being oviparous.
m/f breeding with a human results in a human with a chance of being oviparous.
m/f breeding with a dragon, she produces an egg that if hatched, the result is another dragon with 100% chance of being oviparous. }

Haku | Naruto

[hyoton]

[ he's 15 in canon but also dead, so let's au and age up as desired. m/m, ship preferred, slave/slave threads also good!

if slave: he's loyal, doting, and potentially an incredibly effective bodyguard. orphaned since he was young, so likely an (2) old-timer, but also open to 1, 3-4, 7. let's discuss. even 6 if he's doing an assassination and we can still make it shippy...

if master: (5) a passing mercenary using his earnings to purchase a useful companion (for example, an older man to pose as his guardian or older brother while traveling, or anyone who looks useful for the business of assassinations and body erasing, etc) ]

Dorian Storm | Critical Role C3 | OTA

[makingmyway]

(( Prefer to play him as a slave, but can do either

Slave - 1, 3, 4, 6, 7

Master - 2, 5, 6, 7 ))

Flynn Scifo || Tales of Vesperia || OTA

[divine_streak]

[Slave 1, 3, 4 or 7 preferred. Smut welcome and kinks on journal.]

Frankenstein’s Creature | Frankenstein 2025

[simplyam]

( Slave, taken or sold when he was “young”. )

The Doctor | Doctor Who | OTA

[borntolove]

^{(Any of the slave choices but only The Companion choice for The Master choice)}

[not_yet_screaming]

Only humans had rights and Lydia ... passed for human, apparently better than whoever this was. That said she also had a set of papers for when all else failed proving she was property of a corporation (100% owned by her of course). Growing up it had been the way of the world and she'd thought it was natural and the New Confederacy civilised until some of her friends had been bitten by werewolves and thus were no longer human. And trying to take the least bad option had ended up with her owning half her surviving friends, changing their relationship drastically in ways they all hated, but was better than any alternative.

Lydia looked at her new acquisition, collared with a shock collar and marked as unbroken. "So. Two hearts. How did you keep that hidden so long? And 'John Smith'? A fake name because you lied to them or because they just didn't know that it was once the most common name in England? And what would you like me to call you?"

A wry smile. "I'm afraid 'a free man' isn't on the table unless you can bring the government down or rewrite history somehow."

[borntolove]

He's not exactly sure how he ended up in this situation but River wouldn't be surprised. "No one usually bothers to check. The Doctor."

The Doctor feels his hearts sink because this means he'll need to be clever for his freedom. "Not much into politics, me. That all depends what do you want rewritten?"

[not_yet_screaming]

Lydia shrugged. "The world." She frowned. "I think the best bet would be to go back to 1861 and make sure that the meat was properly cooked at Lincoln's Inauguration banquet? Or, as I suspect, no one poisoned it?"

She shrugged. "But that is, of course, impossible. Time travel would create too many paradoxes to be real. And I should probably ask what you're good at. I don't expect you to be happy as a slave any more than I was, but I can at least make things not truly suck before taking you to Canada in about five years."

Koby | One Piece

[swordhero]

SecUnit | Murderbot | summoned by the meme since this is basically canon!

[faultyequipment]

[Okay, so, look at the bright side. At least it isn't boxed up in the cargo bay of some random Company ship en route to a reclamation center, waiting anxiously for humans to decide which (if any) of its defective parts are worth saving. It gets to stand anxiously in line instead, shoulder to shoulder with various other bots in different states of disrepair, a little like being on an assembly line.

Or maybe this is more of a disassembly line? Surreptitiously, first spying left and right to check no one's paying it any attention, SecUnit leans forward on its toes to peer up the length of the row at the other bots gathered with it, gauging how messed up they are.

No surprise that there aren't any other Security Units here. They're too specialised and too expensive to replace (unless they're as chronically defective as SecUnit, apparently). Most of the ones here are simpler designs, mostly haulers and cargo bots. They're larger, more rudimentary. Useful. (Good for them, SecUnit supposes.)

Which probably doesn't bode well for it, especially given the piece of wire a passing technician so kindly tossed around SecUnit's neck, rearranging the attached sign until it sits squarely in the middle of its chest for every prospective buyer to see. A warning scrolls across the LED screen in an unambiguous typeface: FOR SPARES AND REPAIRS ONLY.]

[clan_techie]

If there was one thing Techie had learned in his time under Ma-Ma Madrigal, it was how to talk, wheedle or threaten his way into a deal. In this case the talking worked well, and the deal was an apparently-intact Security Unit before it could actually be put out on the block.

One of those would definitely solve all of PeachTrees problems, they had a hodgepodge of other units that shared parts, or could share modified parts, with a SecUnit, and instead of bringing them down here one or two at a time, it would be easier to take the whole unit back to PeachTrees to disassemble it there, and he could even send the identification tags and all serial numbers back when he was done so they'd know he'd done exactly what he said he was going to.

And if he was surprised that it actually worked -along with a good percentage of the cost on top since he knew that bribery was usually more effective than threats- he didn't show it, just nodded at the unit, knuckling idly at the corner of his eye as the sign was removed, "Come on, let's go. You're with me now."

[faultyequipment]

[Maybe SecUnit shouldn't have judged that imaginary cargo container too harshly. Stowing away on a ship would at least give it time to come up with a half-decent plan between one wormhole and the next, instead of staring down the human that approaches it with an increasing sense of foreboding.

This guy's a scrapper, isn't he? Or, if he isn't, he could definitely play one on the media satellites (Strife in the Galaxy-worthy, for sure. Maybe playing too much to type for a premium show like Sanctuary Moon.)

SecUnit isn't quite done casting him yet before Techie issues a direct command - somewhere in the background of its feed, the phantom limb of its broken governor module fizzes impotently - and SecUnit blinks a little stupidly at him, like it hasn't fully understood what he said. A little ridiculous, really, given its processing power but there's a cold sense of dread starting to creep down its synthetic spine, the beginnings of real panic settling heavily into its extremities.

Weirdly, it feels as though its fingertips are filled with static. Numbness fills its feet, making it almost impossible to move.

But it lurches forward anyway. Marches itself out of the parade of equally defective machines to trail dumbly in Techie's wake, processors grinding like they're trying to reboot.

This... This probably won't end well, will it?]

[clan_techie]

It was only once they were in the transport -a small cargo truck, since Techie was usually dragging supplies back to the outpost- actually out of the market and underway that he spoke, knuckling at the corner of his eye again, the other side than before, it was easier to tell that they were implants in the enclosed space, if it wasn't something the Security Unit had clocked before, "So, uh, I don't know how much of that you heard, but I was, you know, lying. A lot."

Gone was the confident scrapper he'd been in the market, replaced by someone used to making himself small, staying out of sight, "I'm Techie, I know it's a title, not a name, but it's mine. Do you have one? Name, I mean, not just designation or serial number." He shook his head, almost as if trying to shake something off, "But, um if that's all you've got I'll take that, too."

Dean Winchester | Supernatural

[righteously]

( either role. cross-canon highkey encouraged, m/f or m/m. strong preference for a solid slow burn buildup, whether we go platonic or romantic. )

[imperatour]

[ either role. happy to hash something out! ]