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The Slave Auction Meme
>The Slave Auction MemeThe 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.
Snagged from here.
⧠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.
Snagged from here.
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Go to hell. He likely would. He'd known that since he'd murdered his brothers on Gramis' command (I still do not call him Father, he thought distantly). It was freeing, in a way. The hands of a damned man could do more for the world than a thousand clasped in prayer at Bur-Omisace. That was the point entirely. The point of him. Free them all from the tyranny of the Occuria. Guide Ivalice to a new age of peace. Unite the kingdoms of Man into a single, golden empire. And as he could damn his soul no further, he had his choice of the means. No other after him would ever need to bloody their hands in the pursuit of peace.
A lofty vision...from a man of privilege and power who'd just forced himself upon a commonborn girl. Whose only crime was not knowing the truth. Like the rest. Are those like her not the ones you bloodied your hands for?
The thought came to him in Larsa's voice.
He drained the last of the wine. Then he hurled the glass at that splendid painting at full bore.
The shards and spattered droplets were still there when Tifa returned, but by then Vayne was on the other side of the bed. He was dressing, but not for sleep. Over his shirt and pants, he was donning his mail of state. His eyes swiveled briefly toward her as she sat and began to attend her hair, then returned to his hands as they attired him, adjusting the armor and fastening his belt.
"If you hunger or require anything before dawn, speak to the guards. A maid will attend you in the morning." Despite the strength of the wine and the haste with which he'd imbibed it, his tone was flat and clinical. "I may be some time. I trust you will be here when I return."
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He looked at her again, saw the uncertainty play across her face. Bringing her hands to her lap left her hair half undone, draped over her shoulder and shimmering in the moonlight. Her eyes gleamed at him warily from under those long eyelashes. The sight of her like that might bring any man to a standstill. The thought broke on his face, just for a moment. Then Vayne drew it back with a long breath, one that reminded him of just how heavier his armor felt in that moment.
He could not explain what he himself did not understand.
Vayne yet had his profile to her, so he turned to face her in full. "You undoubtedly wish my assurance. Very well. Then I command you to rest. Recover. Put this from your mind. It's past you. It..."
He stopped, anger darkening his face. Absurd. These were words for a boy of seventeen, not the Consul of Rabanastre. And the time for such words was past. Well past. He turned his eyes from Tifa's before he could see the disgust well in them again.
"Expect my return sometime after midday. I am sure you will sleep comfortably." His eyebrow lifted, and he forced himself to paint some of that highborn condescension back onto his face. "Unless you fear to sleep alone? Shall I light you a candle?"
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The frostbite he intended for his tone was not there. That annoyed him. Vayne did his best to dismiss that annoyance, glancing at the moon outside. "I am not a man who is easily, if ever contented...but you have pleased me. For tonight, at least." His eyes returned to hers. "You keep your word as well, Tifa. That is something we have in common."
Ah. There was the frostbite.
He turned on his heel, making for the door with a summary pace - paused as his hand fell to the handle. "Come to the dining hall, tomorrow at noontide. I will be waiting. Come rested." Despite himself, his face turned toward his shoulder, toward her. "Good night, Tifa."