So I've been thinking on this a lot lately and the more I get into dom/jess outside of the dbd realm and in their own universe, the more idc for this much. I like Dom as a killer and such but I'm finding i love my ocs more and more to the point I just want them in their own universe so I'm quickly losing interest in this ask blog.
With that decision in mind, I dont want to continue this ask blog, I'll leave it up for archival purposes maybe but otherwise I'm pretty much done with killer Dom and survivor Jess.
Not to fear, if you still love the characters themselves and want to support my love too, then follow thatonekingnsfw/stayfoxymuchluv on twitter! I'll be exploring their dynamic more there.
To everyone I've started rps with I apologize, that's all i can really offer, I love all y'alls OCs and i wish them the BEST of luck out there 💕
I just.. I love my OCs too much now to have them confined to a dbd au anymore and I will ALWAYS appreciate the support and love y'all have given them since they've been created 💓
And i guess with that, i leave you a lovely dom/Jess sketch because who doesnt enjoy a little sxy time for them?
Ah, just a heads up, I work half the week, long hour shifts, so I wont be able to get to your asks/responses immediately until the beginning of the week, im sorry 🙇
But what if we want to be made into the bottom bitch
- 💬anon
"Well, why didn't you say something instead of spreading nasty lies." The Domme towered, hand on hips. "I don't appreciate being attacked like this, you'll have to make it up to me." She smirked.
"Dominique Nursed." Dom supplied and watched with intrigue as the other downed the drink with gusto, admiring the others pretty features and the blush that graced her face, making her even more cute.
"That's quite a role you have, is it a tough one?" She asked placing her chin in her hand while smiling. Pouring the other one another glass, she smiled softly. "The Entity's half daughter," she commented in admiration.
Dominique; "tell me about yourself 🍸"
The Young woman could only blush at the amazon like woman as she found her quite pretty....maybe worthy. ���My name is Junko Yoshida Half daughter to my lord and your boss the Entity as you call her....and questioning a lot of things at the moment.” She says downing the drink
Dominique danced out of the way of the attack and smirked, cocking her head at the audacity the killer had.
"You've got some balls, attacking me like that when I haven't done anything yet." She murmured in a playful refute. Her movement almost fluid as she twisted her wrist, her whip snapping on instinct. "I'm not the one you should be hunting."
Idly she wondered if this was smart, she rarely got into it with the others and when she did it was usually with Freddy. But that was warranted.
So, would the Entity appreciate this kind of horseplay-? Her lips pursed in uncertainty, it wouldn't be a good day if she fell out of favor.
As she moved slowly, circling him, she spoke up, "what's got you so wound up? Is the realm not what you wanted?" She pressed gently, testing the waters as he obviously seemed on edge. He oozed energy that if she wasn't so controlled, would have displaced her own.
@ask-theoverseer-andsimon-dbd
Dominique didn't usually venture far from her domain but lately she'd been anxious, enough that the sweet aroma that waft the halls and rooms of the house of lilies did nothing for her mood. She twisted her whip, eyes focused more on the intricate design than the figure she nearly didn't see. Last second though, she saw them and paused to speculate. It was the overseer- only it wasn't, it was The Mechanic. Her eyes hardened as she held her whip up.
"What brings you out here, darling?" A threat and inquiry at the same time.
The crack of the Dominatrix’s whip got the Mechanics attention. He slowly rose from his knelt position on the ground. He was exploring the realm at random, as he wasn’t even sure where he was or if it was real.
Last thing he knew he was laying on the soft dirt of the realms checking for a bullet wound that was not there. Max knew little at the moment but decided to keep walking as he wanted to find out more of where he ended up. Yet he got side tracked by stealing items from the maps he wandered into.
While finding items and things that he found could be useful, his exploring has caught the eye of one of the realms inhabitants.
As he stood up he examined the large leather clothed lady and her weapon. A whip?... guess it wasn’t too different from his chain but he can see it’s her main weapon.
The Mechanic unhooks one of his chains from his belt hooks and grips his tire iron in his right hand. Standing before the Dominatrix without uttering a word in response to her question.
His body language hinted at him being hostile towards the killer. Without thinking on it too hard or who she was Max uses his strength to launch the heavy metal chains towards the Dominatrix
What if Dominique’s daughter hadn’t died and instead got dragged into the realm 15 years later?
Meet Talesha Burset!
Much like her mother, she favors the color gold and has a fiery spirit. Having gone through her own trauma the loss of her mother caused and the rumors that followed her disappearance, Talesha was dealt a shitty hand but it didn’t stop her from being a kind person to those she held close.
With her uncles guiding hands, she topped her classes and was riding a scholarship high, but with a newfound freedom to adulthood, she was prepared to also discover the truth about her mother.