#theinstituteplots

[emeraldpearlisland-blog]

I want Emerald to have more interactions so feel free to hit me up for anything .

ART BUDDIES

Is your character an artist? Do they want friends that are artists?

Emerald has a handle on many different styles and forms of art as that's how she made her living.

SUBMISSION

Does your character like to submit?

Before she came here she was very active in the scene, primary ones being NYC and Dublin. She is a domme and is one of the more strict ones. She will only do this if your muse consents.

RENTALS

Emerald doesn't like being alone. She also wants herself to be a beacon of safety for the slaves. If you want your character to be rented by emerald pick this option

OUTDOOR STUFF

Emerald loves being in nature, the only reason NYC worked was central park. If your muse wants to go hiking or swimming this is the plot.

[eviexstratford]

Wanted Plots

Under the cut are some plot ideas that I would love to explore with Evelyn. If any of these appeal to you, or if you have anything else in mind, please let me know!

Guide to the supernatural/island: Evelyn is still very curious about the creatures that she now lives among. She’s also just now getting a hang of the whole master/slave concept of the island and how she now fits into this world. So interactions of these sorts would be both fun and helpful.

Guide to the real world: Did I mention how sheltered Evelyn has been? At twenty-five, she’s never really been on a date, rebelled, or done much of anything on her own. As a precious and rather expensive commodity of the skating world and it’s sponsors, she’s never even so much as had a cupcake or done anything that could ruin the perfect imagine that they worked so hard to cultivate. So I would really love some interactions with friends teaching her all of the good evil stuff that the world has to offer.

Sexy times: Kinda going along with the whole sheltered thing too, Evelyn is a virgin. Her parents and coaches were very strict, and didn’t allow her much of a life outside of her skating. And she didn’t really want anything outside of it anyway, as skating was her whole world. So she’s just as inexperienced with anything sexual as she is with..everything else.

I know you!: Evelyn did a lot of traveling during her career, for competitions, shows, etc. So she’s been all over the world, and could have crossed paths with your character at one point!

Art stuff: Evelyn owns an art supply shop, and is majoring in Architectural History with a minor in Sculpting. So she would love to bond with more art lovers, and have employees at her shop!

[winters-lust]

Risk of Freedom | Betrayers (L, J, R, Q)

Layla stood in the basement of Winter’s home. It looked exactly the same as when they were planning to pull Peter out. Only this time she’d be the one in the circle and there were far more people in the room to help her. 

She took a deep breath, looking down at that black sigil on the floor and hoping this would work. In her right hand was a vial that would make her drowsy, as well as make Winter drowsy, which was the over all idea. 

“Is everyone ready?” she asked. Layla knew it was time. She’d take the vial, lay in the circle. Dirt would line her ankles, wrists and neck and the.... she’d hold on for dear life.

@professor-shaw, @quinten-sawyer, @mistressrosemarie

[run-from-peter]

You’ve Got Mail | Rental

From: Peter Nowak <p.nowak@theinstitute.com> Sent: September 13, 2018 5:07am To: Institute Faculty and Student List Subject: Not So Precious Anymore

Click to open attachment:  whore.mov

She was sleeping when Peter arrived home from his night out, tied to the bed where he’d left her for the night. She seemed so peaceful... time to ruin that.

He moved to his dresser where he pulled out his laptop, set up his camera and began recording. The whole room could be seen behind him, especially the bed and his sleeping slave. He addressed the camera.

“To whoever is lucky enough to see this, I haven’t exactly decided yet,” he spoke the last bit more to himself. 

“You’re about to witness the punishment of a traitor. See, most boys and girls from the DuBois line are very well behaved. They have respect for their... ‘elders’,” Peter added air quotes around the word elders. 

“They know their place. Because if they don’t they make enemies, very powerful ones.” He smirked into the camera, clearly talking about himself.

“So lets take a little taste of sweet... innocent...Layla... shall we?” He placed special pause on each word, playing with the syllables as they rolled off his tongue. 

He gave the camera one last wink before he was on the move towards the bed where Layla slept and crawled up her form very carefully. He didn’t want to wake her yet. His lips hovered over her skin as he crawled up, finally dipping down to place kisses to her neck. Those kisses grew sloppier as she began to stir. His hand slid up her thigh to her centre where he began to press and tease. She gave a soft sigh in return and he gave a winning smile.

She was finding consciousness as he played with her until she finally whispered a faint moan of someone else’s name, “Jason.”

“Not quite,” he spoke in a low tone by her ear. That woke her up fast. Layla’s eyes flew open and she tried to sit up, only to be tugged to a halt by her restraints.

“Peter,” she disappointedly sighed. This was, of course, not the first time he’d had her this week. However it was the first time she’d woken up to his lustful hands.

“That’s right, darling,” he spoke as though her disappointment wasn’t even registered. “Time to make me feel good,” he spoke. His hand grabbed the hem of her white lace dress and flipped it high onto her stomach when.... he saw it...

“What did you do,” he spoke in a dark voice. 

“I-I... I- I- I-....” the girl stammered.

“What! Did! You! DO!?” He roared over her stuttering fear.

The mark of a traitor. She bore the filthy mark of a traitor! He knew the mark was new. It had to been with the girl only the night before and was sure to leave fresh hickeys between her thighs. He would have noticed the horrid affront to their kind only just healing there. She must have created the veil mark that morning. 

She was a disappointment to be sure. Vessels were forbidden to act against the souls they host. But until that moment she was only a silly girl who needed to learn her place. Punishment would have been enough until another DuBois soul could possess her with her stupid charm destroyed but now... now she was far worse. She had made a choice that was unforgivable. She’d tainted her rare body and corrupted it for future possessions. Even Peter could not simply wipe away her idiotic mistake. Breaking her new sigil would take serious magic and so Layla, a perfectly lovely vessel, was ruined.

He suddenly reached out and struck her across the face.

“You fucking bitch! A traitors mark? Really?” He grabbed Layla by the hair and she gave a small yelp at his harsh grip. “You think this changes a god damn thing? You’re still mine. Fucking mine!” he pulled back again to smack her one more time before flicking his wrists which cut the ropes that tied her. 

Layla took the moment to jump up and run but Peter caught her by that long brown hair and pulled her back. 

“Not so fast you filthy sneaky cunt!” He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the girl over his knee. She squirmed and protested as she could but she couldn’t fight a man like him. Peter pulled back and slapped her ass hard. He smacked a second time, and a third, watching her skin bloom shades of pink and red. By the seventh smack of his hand he was causing his own palm pain. 

“I didn’t give you permission to mutilate yourself,” he huffed between hits. Her squirming never ceased and finally she’d managed to wiggle off his knee and fell hard to the floor. Peter reached down to grab her but she smacked his hand away. There was a moment of stillness as they both registered what she’d done and then she began to scurry away in a panic. 

Peter was fuming now and stood, the items in his room shaking with his anger and a faint red smoke began emitting from his hands.

She scampered into that corner, curling into a ball and begging. “Please, please stop! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

Peter didn’t care what she begged. He was fuming. “You, need to learn!” 

On his last word he sent the contents of a nearby side table into the corner. A lamp shattered above her head as books pelted her skin at high speeds and a knife lodged itself into the wall beside her arm, slicing a little into her shoulder. 

“You stupid slut! You are nothing but a body for others to use. You belong to everyone but yourself! You’re nothing but a lowly bitch, a fucking vessel! Who do you think you are to refuse me!” 

More items from his dresser went flying. Books, pens and a glass display case which held a set of crystal skulls pelted her and the walls above her, leaving shards of glass and lavender crystal in her hair.

“You’re right, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” She began murmuring but Peter knew the girl was only saying what she thought would help her avoid pain.

“I don’t think sorry is going to be enough,” he admitted as he lowered his hands. Peter moved close as his initial anger began to simmer down. He crouched before her to be eye to eye. 

“You were worthless before but at least you had use. Now, you’re nothing but a traitor to your family and your bloodline. You’re worse than the dirt you’ll be buried in,” his voice was calm and dangerous.

Peter’s hand began moving, carving a letter T into her face. He’d have to heal it later so as not to upset the institute but the mark could remain for now. Besides, he was already formulating plans in his mind on how he might be able to convince the institute to let him kill the girl. Maybe he’d claim her....

“You know what I’m going to do Layla?” he asked when she made no sound but the small whimpers of discomfort from his carving. “I’m going to take you. I’m going to fuck you into oblivion.” He reached out suddenly and grabbed her chin, bringing out a gasp from the slave. “You can’t be possessed as a vessel so I’ll do the next best thing, possessing you as a slave.” He was going to own her body this week and no sigil could stop that.

But again, the stupid girl made a poor choice. She launched herself up and ran for the bedroom door. Peter sighed from annoyance. Did she really think she, a powerless vessel witch, could get away from an old and powerful witch like himself?

He reached out and spun the girl back to him, watching her body fall back to the floor as her legs were twirled around and her footing was lost.

He grabbed her by the hair and began dragging her back to his bedroom kicking and screaming. He only changed his grip to take a hold of her neck and lift her up. Nose to nose he made his promises.

“You are going to scream for the rest of the night. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t remember anyone else’s name, got it?” 

She didn’t answer correctly. She whimpered and begged for him to spare her but this girl was far past sparing. She had done too much.

Peter tossed her onto the bed and began seeing his promise through. He fucked her hard, holding her in place and using her like the whore she was. He pinned her down as he pistoned in and out of her and when that became tiering he tied her to the bed. All the while he threw degrading words at her, reminding her of the betrayal she’d chosen and the worthless whore she’d made herself. An ugly skank who deserved nothing but pain for the rest of her life. Her family would reject her, she would be shunned and beaten, she’d never be enough for her friends and her lovers, she’d always be an empty shell and there was no place for her in the world now.

This lasted for hours. Peter would cum and then play with her until he was ready to cum again. Where he’d fucked her slowly in previous nights, letting the moments last forever to fuck with her mind, now he was in it for quantity. He was making good on his promises of violence and pain. He didn’t care if his game was no longer subtle. She was a traitor and deserved his blatant abuse.

He thought that would be enough. He thought that as the sun began to lighten in the coming hours before sunrise that she would be broken but as he leaned back, panting from his last orgasm she had the audacity to slip out of her ropes and run.

She struggled to the door like a newborn deer on shaking legs but she still fought to run. Peter tilted his head in utter bewilderment before he sent a blast wave of sheer power towards her, too exhausted himself to create a sophisticated spell.

The effect was dramatic, breaking most of what was left in his suite. Mirrors shattered, books were torn into shredded pieces, dry wall was cracked and everything was thrown about the room, including the girl who finally fell to the floor unconscious. Even Peter received some damage in the form of cuts to his neck.

Silence prevailed and Peter stood in the wake of his mess. Who was this girl? Why had she not broken? He’s thrown all his anger and frustration into his acts tonight. He’d assaulted her, abused her and raped her. He’d degraded her, objectified her and tried his best to make her feel as small and insignificant as she was, undeserving of the life she’d stolen for herself and yet... 

...she still fought.

Peter looked around the room when something caught his eye, The lap top he’d set to record at the beginning of the night was still running and although it now found itself on the floor with a large splintering crack crossing the screen it was still recording. 

Well, if she girl would not break, perhaps he could break someone else.

Peter lifted the computer and replaced it on the dresser. He addressed the viewer again. 

“I wasn’t expecting her to last so long. Honestly, I thought she’d pass out by hour five but she’s a little spitfire, isn’t she? I guess that’s why some people like the little slut.” He smirked, knowing his aim and confident he could achieve it with a few choice words. He continued in a deep voice, looking straight into the camera.

“Well, she’s mine now. Even after this rental she’ll be mine. She’ll never forget what I did to her. She’ll picture it in the dark when she’s alone, she’ll remember it ever time a hand brushes against her skin. She’ll replay it over and over again until the day she dies,” which might be sooner than later.

“For the rest of her miserable life she’ll be mine. No one can separate us now,” he gave a loud laugh that seemed out of place after his quiet tone. “You all did all of this to save her from being possessed, to give her her own life but... none of it matters now because I’m going to haunt her every waking moment.”

He finished his laughing and fixed the camera with a cocky stare.

“Try saving her now,” he dared and hit the button to end his recording. 

He packaged the recording and opened his faculty email, finding the right name and selecting it... then his hand hovered. Would he dare? Of course he would. He selected the list which would sent the video to everyone. Absolutely everyone. If they attended the Institute they would receive this.

He didn’t think anymore on his choice and hit send, laughing at what he’d just done. How many people would he hurt now? His laughter continued longer than it should have in the early morning light.

[berserkermagnus]

A few OOC notes:

All are welcome to attend.

That being said, slaves will be protected by club security so long as they’re under Magnus and Jude’s roof.  After they leave, however …

Bacon buffet Saturday morning.

Because bacon.

Feel free to message @heyxxjude​ or @berserkermagnus to plot!  Or any of the employees at the soon to be freshly minted club!

[cassiopeia-rosi]

Cassiopeia Wanted Plots 

Playing With Fire

Cassiopeia started a fire and has to deal with the consequences of her losing control of it. It can be a little fire, or a bigger blaze. 

Three’s Company

As simple as it gets, a threesome! 

Ignited and Snuffed 

Cassiopeia exerts herself too much, she’s is not use to being mortal and the limits of that. I imagine, it is hurting her to be without her powers as well, so your muse finds her when she is not in good shape. Lots of care taking. 

Shared Past Memories

Simply that they know each other from the past. It can be a good relation, or a bad one. Honestly, the details of this would relate more to who is interested. 

[subbyshea]

Plot with Shea

Shea is a 20 year old non-binary queer person, they use They/Them exclusively, but understand that most of the time they present Male, but will correct you. 

They’re an economics major, and a slave, they come from a large family where they were the primary care taker. Shea is into age-play, water sports, and bondage. They’ve never really acted on those fetishes and are definitely more than ashamed about them. 

I’d love for Shea to have some plots or casual like throw Shea at me!  I can’t wait to play with y’all!

[nataliemercer]

Natalie Wanted Plots 

Dancing the Night Away

I want Natalie to learn how to dance. She has two left feet and has only taken a ballet class as a little girl. I want her to learn, though the how or the teacher does not matter. It can be something as intense as a real class with standards, or something more light like dancing in a club. 

Holding Your Drink

Natalie has been known to drink her emotions away. Your muse will find her in a bad situation due to being drunk. Either there is taking care of the human mess, or making the situation worse. 

Study Buddies

Natalie likes to study alone, but with as much time as she spends in the library, there are likely to be people she has come across before. I would like her to get someone she is comfortable studying with and becoming friends. 

Sister Sister

I would like for someone to mistake Natalie for Freya. I would like to get into some twin related plots between the two. Natalie is only starting to find out that Freya could be her twin, but a lot is still left in the dark for the two. However, there is options for good old confusion between the two girls. 

[valera-kaxiras]

Valera’s Wanted Plots

Old Acquaintances: Val is over 800 years old so she has seen much, but rarely has she ever ventured this far south. If you have a character that may have encountered the golden dragon in their travels I’d like to plot something out.

Submit- Val rarely is the submissive in her relationships, but for the right individual she will. I’d like something with a strong individual that brings out her more submissive side.

Respect - Valera is mostly a pleasant person to be around. I’d like something with another character where we get to see the other side of her. Someone to piss her off and feel her wrath. :)

Rental - I’d love more plots with the slaves. Perhaps a future rental. Val would only be interested in spending that kind of time with a slave that kept her focus.

[run-from-peter]

@littleraeofsunshinedannie

@noahwrightx

[slave-aislynn-blog]

Requested Plots

First Encounter

I’d love to start getting Lynn involved in the actual point of the Institute. Obviously smut. In which regard that happens, I’m open to any ideas. Please message if you’d like to help. This is not limited to one person. Obviously only one first encounter on the island, but hey, it could be fun to keep adding more.

Scaredy Cat

Lynn is prone to nightmares, and I’d love to see someone give her a reason here for a real nightmare. Maybe someone to help clean up the pieces when she’s screaming in bed, but I’d definitely like to see the impact.

Friendships, Enemies, Frenemies 

[jake-lincoln-blog]

Jake’s Wanted Plots

Old Acquaintances - Jake has been around the block since his pack was slaughtered. Any old friends/lovers/enemies connections would be great!

Yes, Master/Mistress - I’d like someone to put Jake through his paces. A dominant master or mistress that would make him submit.

Altered State - Jake is heavily dependent on drugs and alcohol to function. I’d love plots for people either supplying him or indulging alongside him.

More to come! Let me know if you also have any ideas for our characters not on the list. 

[jaceconflagratio]

Jace’s Plots

Good Boy: Jace has been kept as a pet for so long, it wouldn’t take a whole lot for him to go back into that mode. He confuses his kinks in his mind, not minding some or most of the things the witch did to him because in a consensual relationship, it was things he enjoyed a lot. His trusting nature means he is easy to take advantage of, and he is eager to please. If your muse wants a good pet boy who’ll do whatever they’re told, here’s one!

Relapse Time: Jace has been a drug addict for a long time. He had a long painful detox before coming to The Institute, and is avoiding drinking now, but he never entered into a programme of any sort. Your muse could lead him back into temptation, or he could relapse on his own and yours could help him get clean again.

Shared History: Jace is old, and he has lived through many major historical moments. With his recent, more chequered past, there is every chance Jace has met your muse and forgotten! I can adapt Jace’s history, he’s travelled all over the globe over the last 900 years, and our muses could have known each other.

[banbryce-blog]

Now that I’m getting back into things I totally have some plot ideas that I’d love to explore with people feel free to hmu if any take your fancy.

& DEATH SHALL HATH NO DOMINION. Open to everyone 

        Benjie is a Witch, a medium and a powerful one at that. He, apart from Reapers probably has the most free ability to come and go between the realms of life and death, which means he can contact spirits with ease—or spirits could contact him.

Does your muse have unfinished business with someone that is deceased? Does a deceased person have unfinished business with your muse? Does your muse need closure? Is a ghost holding a grudge? Are you being tormented by a pesky poltergeist? For all your spooky needs find this soft spooky boy. 

THE CARDS, THE CARDS, THE CARDS WILL TELL THE PAST, THE PRESENT, & THE FUTURE, AS WELL. Open to everyone

       Being the Professor of Divination Benjie is skilled in many forms of abilities that lets him read into the past, present and future. While he doesn’t often dabble in future sight he can be persuaded to give your muse a glimpse into a possible future.

This involves some chatting ooc to decide what you want Benjie to tell them, perhaps a glimpse into a plot down the line or even throw them a red herring so they are anticipating something else entirely.

TELL ME, DO DEAD MEN BLEED? Open to everyone

       I feel like Benjie has had it too easy of late, he’s gotten comfortable again and dare I say it, happy. I’d like some angst to break this up so if anyone wants to pick a fight with the Witchy boy or take some anger out or just plain fuck him up I’m totally game. I have no hard limits in regards to what you want to do to or with my muses.

Though a word of warning, any harm that befalls Benjie will probably be met with an extremely angry @feallende so if you’re interested in a plot with long term repercussions that would certainly be interesting.

BY THE PRICKING OF MY THUMB. Open to Witches / Magical Creatures

       Benjie is currently learning higher magics and studying the Witches of the Administration. He’s a sponge for knowledge and magic and is currently going through a phase where he wants to learn new skills and further his abilities.

Whether or not this pushes him down a path of good or dark magic entirely depends on what your muse would want to teach him or if they are trying to manipulate him for their own ends. Benjie has a good sense and intuition for that, but he may be willing the play the game if it means he can boost his repertoire of spells.

This will also influence a major plotline for him down the line so opportunity for further plotting here.

IT’S LIKE POISON TO YOU, ISN’T IT? Open to Vampires  / Blood feeding creatures 

       Benjie is technically classified as half dead, or death touched as he would say. His blood is, in large doses fatal to vampires, but otherwise would just make them really ill since it’s tinged with the taste of death. Vampires get no health benefits from it. I’d be interested to explore this with someone, maybe someone attacks him or bites him by mistake? 

He also gives off the faint scent of death to most enhanced sensed creatures.

THE LAST THING I WANTED WAS TO LEAD A COVEN Open to Witches / magical beings

       Benjie is technically suppose to be leader of his Coven back home, but he never really stepped up to that position but he is a natural leader and teacher despite outward appearances. He’s an extremely powerful Witch and I’d really love to get some more interactions going with Witches, especially those that might gravitate towards him for guidance or sensing the power from him. 

Just more witchy things in general really.

OTHER PLOT THREADS Open to everyone

       Benjie is a highly intuitive empathetic, kind person with an extremely specialized skill set. He’s also in a sexually open relationship and has a wide amount of kinks and preferences, i’m sure we could tailor something to your muse or our wants. I’m always open for plotting.