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[reversesock]

THE DARK ROMANCE MEME

Rules:
1. Post your character.
2. Tag to others using RNG
3. Profit!


01. [Foe yay] Whether you've been mortal enemies for a lifetime or just recently became arch-nemesis, the point is that, for all intents and purposes, you hate each other. Or at least that's how it's supposed to go, though just might be something else there.

02. [Kiss with a fist] What it says on the label. You're in an abusive relationship, mutual or not, and somehow you just can't seem to get away from it. Nothing says "I love you" like a good slap across the cheek... right?

03. [Drugs are bad] Maybe you're in a co-dependent relationship, maybe you're trying to get your partner to quit-- or maybe you're trying to drag them further down the addiction pit! As long as you need each other, all is well.

04. [Stalker with a crush] You are completely obsessed with someone, and all you want is to protect them and have a little bit of attention. Best course of action? Follow them until they love you-- you are their biggest fan, after all!

05. [All your love is revenge] You have the biggest grudge on your ex, and the best way to get back at them is to hook up with a very close friend of theirs! Healthy relationships and happy endings all around-- except not really.

06. [Stockholm Syndrome] You're held captive against your will, but instead of hating your captor, you may find yourself attracted to them. Did you take a Pet the Dog moment too seriously, or are they really not all that bad after all?

07. [Mind Rape] You are inflicting the worst possible kind of non-physical pain on your beloved, with memories and visions or whatever else. You want them to be rendered completely powerless and numb, just like a broken puppet. And then they'll be all yours.

08. [Love makes you evil] You could be unleashing a psychotic criminal back into society or breaking the laws of the universe to bring back a deceased one-- nothing really matters. Being with your One True Love comes first, so screw the world!

09. [Love you to death] Yes, you're willing to kill anyone that gets in the way of your relationship, including the very object of your affections. Because if your beloved's heart can't be yours, then you will take it by force-- even if it means literally.

10. [Death by love] the other side of the spectrum; you actually want to die, but only by the hands of your One True Love-- who may or may not be willing to do it. What better way to forge an eternal bond between the two of you, right?

11. [Mad love] Unrequited love sucks, but you're still willing to do absolutely anything for your love interest, no matter how often (and sometimes violently) turn you down! But will they use these powers for the good of all or...?

12. [Made a slave] Put on display and bought in a market, you now have a master to serve and cater to every need. But who knows, they might treat you with some semblance of respect, or show some-- what was it called again-- compassion! If you're lucky.

NOT SAFE FOR WORK:

13. [Bathe her and bring her to me] You are trapped and about to face off with the perpetrator-- but first, a bath would do you good! This might as well further serve their sordid purposes, perhaps by watching you clean up or helping you out themselves...

14. [Sadistic choice] Here's the deal: either relinquish your virtues or watch a fate worse than death befall the person who is dearest to you. Basically, screw or get screwed-- it sounds like a perfectly reasonable offer, doesn't it?

15. [Out with a bang] Maybe you do it for the fun of it, or maybe you just want to lower their defenses-- point is, the minute you're finished, so is the life of your sex buddy. But you're not going to tell them that, of course-- they wouldn't really enjoy the ride.

Comments

Seth | Ennead | ota

[desertflower]

[ This meme is made for him since he's obsessively stalked by [REDACTED] in canon. Definitely assumed CR for this one (outside of canon mates, ofc). Given the nature of Seth's canon/backstory, PM me to work out details if you're interested in smut. Any of these prompts work for me. Info & permissions. Please mind the content warnings. ]

lissa dragomir | vampire academy (tv)

[insistently]

( character info & powers from an old game. would love to flip the monster and maiden trope with this vampire here especially with a male partner. ota for shipping, close in age pls. )

Dorian Storm | Critical Role C3 | OTA

[makingmyway]

(( Favorites are 04, 06, 07, 12, 13, and 14 ))

Aramat Drawdes 🥀 Alabaster 🎀 OTA

[madame_nerium]

[OOC: This player here is into all the bad/awful things in this meme, but I am interested in playing out 3, 6, 11-14, and 15 with her.

The Creature | Frankenstein (2025)

[adamus]

[ No real limits on any options, feel free to chat first. Happy to write a starter. Info and preferences here! ]

[starkmaiden]

[ i think a dark romance would be perfect for these two. ]

[adamus]

[ I’m down! Any prompts that catch your eye? ]

[starkmaiden]

[ 4, 6 or 9? unless something else catches your eye? ]

[adamus]

[ That looks good to me! Doing some work so it might take me a little bit but I’ll knock up something later today. ]

[adamus]

Her castle has been overrun by soldiers. The creature sees the dark clouds of smoke from miles away, stark against the gray winter sky and the blanket of snow that lays over the entire northern lands. The army has burned and looted every village, every farmhouse and homestead along the road north and left them in blackened ruins, the few survivors driven to desperation. It’s beneath those castle walls the creature enters, beneath the cruel flags of a flayed man, and kills the soldiers who stand in his path—kills many, kills mobs of them, leaving great crimson splashes of his own blood as well as theirs in the snow, until at last their numbers are too great and they succeed in driving him away.

But not before he finds her. The daughter of the house, red-haired and tall, having been taken hostage by the invading army and its bastard lord. The creature finds her and takes her with him, shielding her from rains of arrows with his own body. For what purpose? Why should he help a daughter of men, he asks himself even as he takes her across the snow, across the fields to the bare forest, of one of the noble houses who plague the realms with endless war? He has no answer. She compels him, and that is all. She has borne so much suffering.

There are hiding places in the forest which only he knows of. Deep in the woods, far away from the dwellings of men: a ruin of stones and wood that he has over months of labor before this made habitable, shoring up its walls, building a new roof, digging a pit for a hearth. He has some food there that he’s stolen or hunted, though it’s sparse as any peasant’s home in the depths of winter. Furs and wools, too, and crude pieces of furniture, enough to keep warm and be relatively comfortable.

The creature takes her there, nearly collapsing dead along the way. It feels only by force of will that he remains alive long enough for his wounds to begin to close.

“You cannot return,” he tells her as he breaks the arrows and draws from his flesh. “You have no army with which to retake your home. No weapons. I am only myself. I can only keep you alive.”

And he will not see her dead or taken again.

[ Combo of 6 and 9, hopefully this works. I’m thinking we could continue in the immediate aftermath or a few days/weeks later, whatever you prefer. Lmk if I should change anything! ]

[starkmaiden]

[ this is fab. ty ty ]

She is Sansa Stark of Winterfell. It may display the banners of the flayed man, but this is her home. It's a constant mantra that she repeats to herself. She goes away somewhere else in her mind when Ramsay bestows his horrors upon her. It's sheer luck that she's able to find a discreet maid that will make her tea of tansy to keep a babe from taking root in her belly. She'd sooner kill herself than allow that to happen. Her body bears the cuts and bruises and healing scars of her husband. Nothing that will show on her face. He wants hit little wife pretty to show her off, but everywhere else is fair game.

She's often sitting at her window and staring out at the smoke and ruin. She focuses on the snow and thinks about happier memories and how it once was. She hadn't realize that during all those times at her window, a creature had become taken with her. A creature that's willing to slaughter his way into the keep until he reaches her.

She frightened at first. He's covered in blood. The flames of the candles reveal a patchwork face and intelligent eyes. She thinks at first that he's another one of Ramsay's men, but he steals her away and protects her. They run and run through the snow and forest, desperately trying to escape her husband's hounds and men. When she falters, he simply picks her up and carries her weight effortlessly until it feels as though they're leagues away. She knows they're not though. Snow is still all around him. It's only when he near collapses that he sets her down and she sees the damage done to him.

Arrows stick out of his body. His blood must be mixing with that of those he felled. The wounds do nothing to slow him down. Out of breath he may be, he's still able to stand tall and speak sense. She has no army. Winterfell will belong to the Boltons until a Stark can take it back, and she is the only Stark. Will the North even recognize her as one? She's been a Lannister and now a Bolton, but no matter her name, her heart and spirit is still direwolf.

"Why did you take me? I have no coin to pay you, nor any sort of power to offer some kind of reward," she asks because she doesn't understand. She draws her cloak closer to her because she fears the things men take from a lady. "Who sent you?"

[adamus]

[ Awesome. Np! ]

He breaks off another arrow shaft with a hiss of pain, stealing himself for more as he shoves the arrowhead through his flesh and pulls it out the other side. It’s the last one, at least. Broken shafts litter the stone floor, along with droplets and smears of his blood. But most of the sword and knife wounds have scarred over by now, blood staunching and his flesh knitting together again as it always does.

At first the creature doesn’t answer, only holding a hand against the shoulder where he just pushed out the last of the arrows as he catches his breath. He looks over the young woman, his left eye gleams in the light of the torch he lit when they entered. The hearth is dead and cold, and will need to be lit and built up soon if they aren’t to freeze when night falls, the shadows already growing long outside the shuttered windows. There is much to do, but at the moment his strength is nearly spent.

“I do not require any payment,” he answers at last. Heaving himself to his feet, the creature moves past her to the hearth, ignoring the way she shrinks back. “No one sent me. I saw the smoke from far in the distance. And spoke to the people of this land.” So he had learned what befell the Starks, and who was left. Only this one daughter. It roused his curiosity enough to draw him to see her.

[starkmaiden]

Sansa has learned that nothing comes from free and men always have ulterior designs. She keeps herself apart from him, watching with sharp eyes as he tends to himself. He's so indomitable that he only allows quiet hisses here and there when he removes the arrowheads. She's not sure how he's still standing. He'd protected her like a human shield, leaving her without a single wound. His voice is raspy. She's not sure if he is sick or perhaps it is from disuse.

She knows there's no use escaping. He is fast and so much larger. He'd catch her easily. For now, he's the lesser of two evils. He's freed her from the seven hells of Ramsay Bolton, but she's unsure what sort of tribulation she's found herself in now.

"Then what do you want from me?"

Because it doesn't make sense to her. No one sent him to retrieve her. The way he explains it, he simply heard of the plight of the poor Stark girl and the evils that have befallen her for years.

[adamus]

The creature stoops to drag some logs into the hearth with one good arm. Crouching down, he ignores the pain of his wounds stitching together as he strikes flint and lights kindling, watching and feeding the fire until a bloom of light and warmth begins to fill the small stone hut.

“For you to remain here. Remain safe.”

What other designs could one such as him imagine? He has stolen away a lordling’s bride. One who will undoubtedly be pursued by every whole and uncrippled man left alive in these lands, for all of those are in command of the house who conquered hers. The creature could hardly have chosen worse for a companion, for she is so fragile and will be so easily lost, should she ever slip a moment from his sight. But still. Still, something within him is drawn to her, as though fate brought him beneath the walls of her stolen home.

He unfolds himself to his full height again and glances over at her. It’s easy to see that she’s afraid, perhaps nearly as afraid of him as the one he took her from, and that softens him. He is far from heartless.

“Call me Adam, if you wish,” he tells her more gently. “I will not harm you.”

[starkmaiden]

It's such a simple ask. Even if here isn't necessarily exactly the greatest shelter. It'll do, and she'll take it over being under Ramsay's control. The man, Adam, stands at full height. Even though Sansa is tall for a lady, he still towers over her. He sees the soft expression on his face and the way he gives her space. He's mindful not to crowd her, and so far, he hasn't made any sudden movements that might spook her. Like she's a horse.

She knows that she shouldn't trust the word of any man. They all lie. Heroes are only in songs. Sansa's life isn't a song, and if it is, it's a tragic ballad.

She'll not argue with him though she needs to stay on her guard. She's exhausted from Ramsay keeping her up at all hours to punish her for one reason or another. She sinks down onto a chair and winces a little as some of the wounds on her body reopen a little and bleed through her dress.

"Adam," she repeats. After a beat, she offers him her name in return. "My name is Sansa Stark."

[adamus]

The creature sees the stiffness in her movements as she sinks down into a chair, the slight wince, that rouses his concern. He didn’t see her take any wounds in the flight from the castle, but…there are other ways she might have been harmed before he came.

He nods when she gives him her name, taking another moment to feed some more wood into the fire, arranging the sticks and logs to ensure it’ll keep growing. “The villagers spoke of you.” Her name was known to him before he came, though he didn’t truly think to rescue her until he saw her in the keep. Or at least, he wasn’t sure he would. He has never felt obligated to the nobility of this land. The poorer people are easier to help, asking for little, too desperate and exhausted to care what he looks like.

“Are you hurt?” Coming closer, he frowns as he sees spots of crimson on her dress. His dark garments are stiff with drying blood—he’ll need to wash soon and change—but her own wounds stand out starkly on the pale fabric of her gown.

[starkmaiden]

"What did they say?" she asks ruefully. What did they remember of the Starks? The direwolves have all been gone and cast across Westeros for a long time. All she'd wanted since she'd seen her father executed was to return home. Only home had become a nightmare. She knows not what the small folk might say. Memories are short. Perhaps they don't even remember what a just and generous man her father had been.

She sits gingerly. Her body is bruised and aching. Thankfully, she'd had a hot bath before she'd been spirited away. She's clean at least though the cuts across her thighs and back are still fresh. She's surprised when he asks about her wellbeing. She glances down and sees blood darkening her dress. She grimaces.

"My lord husband is not a kind man," she answers with a dry bite to her tone. "He is— mad like a rabid dog, only seeking to hurt and ruin."

[adamus]

“That you were imprisoned,” he answers. “And that your jailer called himself your husband.”

Those villagers had barely remembered Sansa, in truth. Those who did spoke of her as though she was still a young girl. But all knew the lamentable tales of what had befallen the castle and the fates of her other family members, and that was enough to drive him to seek out what had been done there, and thus led him to her.

The creature isn’t ignorant of the hurts and indignities a husband can inflict upon a wife, if he wishes. His fingers curl when Sansa confirms that her husband has been cruel to her, a soft growl starting in his chest; one he makes an effort to suppress, not wanting to frighten her. He wishes his path had crossed with that one. Wishes he had killed him.

“I can tend to you, if you wish.” But then, perhaps the wounds are of too intimate a nature, he realizes. The creature turns away, hoisting a pot of water he collected sometime earlier on the fire to heat. There’s another one, cold, which he can use himself to wash. “Or I will go outside while you tend to them yourself, should you prefer.”

[starkmaiden]

She supposes that's a rather accurate take. She's surprised the small folk even speak of such things. It's far better for them to keep their head down to avoid the attention of the Flayed Men. She releases a tired breath. All of the adrenaline is finally easing out of her body now that she's away from her lord husband and his men. She still isn't sure if her current companion is much better, but he hasn't done anything untoward just yet.

He reminds her a bit of the Hound, but he doesn't have that dangerous air about him. Adam is an imposing figure, but he hunches in on himself like he's purposely trying to make himself less frightening. She tenses a little at his offer to tend to her. She's understandably wary of anyone touching her when all of her touch she's endured for years have been cruel. She's been beaten and abused, a wolf without a pack.

"I only need to wash them clean lest they get infected," she answers finally. The maester had tended to her with poultices. It's one of the few things Ramsay had allowed her. He likes hurting her, but he doesn't want to risk losing her to an infection. "Adam," she says, trying his name on her tongue, "Have you no surname?"

[adamus]

Some see a friend in him, perhaps, in his kindness to animals and other small creatures, to the weak and downtrodden. But to a young woman who has known only barbarity in recent years, he cannot suppose himself anything other than a monster. The creature nods when Sansa says she can wash her wounds. He has what she will need here and he busies himself finding them, placing a small cake of soap on the table near her, some clean cloths. And there is liquor, should the wounds be so far gone as to need it, though he suspects not.

“No,” he answers her as he’s searching the small hut. “I have no father. No family.” Perhaps he might have some claim to the name of his maker, but—he doesn’t want it. And he does not come from these lands, so he doesn’t take their custom of naming bastards.

Once the water is steaming he takes it from the fire, hefting the heavy pot without effort, and leaves it near her. “I will be just outside. Call if you have need.” With those words, he’ll step out with the other pot of water to wash himself and change into cleaner clothes, ignoring the icy chill and listening for the sounds of wolves or men.

[starkmaiden]

He readies everything for her, so that she can simply undress and tend to her wounds. He answers her questions without deceit or guile. His tone is even and calm. Sansa watches him carefully as she tries to understand this strange man that has risked his life to rescue her when he doesn't even know her. She has nothing to pay him in return. He asks only for her safety. He is an enigma to her.

He leaves her in privacy. He steps outside the hut. She doesn't move for a few moments as she awaits some sort of trickery to come to life. When nothing happens, she slowly rises from her seat to go to the tub of water. Instead of disrobing entirely, she only lifts the skirts of her dress, so she can clean her wounds with a rag dipped in hot water. She uses it as an opportunity to refresh herself too. The cuts on her thighs and body aren't so bad even the worst of it. She works in silence until the deed is finally done.

Sansa moves closer to the fire and curls in on herself with the cloak wrapped tightly around her. She feels so overwhelmed now that it's truly sinking in that she's free. At least for now.

"Adam?" she calls out, suddenly afraid that she'd been left alone with no one to protect her.

[adamus]

It’s difficult to judge when he might safely go back into the hut. With two people within there’s no privacy there at all. The creature pulls a fur around himself once he’s clean and dressed again, standing with his back to the door and looking out into the twilight. The sun is just gone beneath the horizon and the woods are quickly growing darker and colder—but even in these northlands the cold cannot kill him. He could stand here on guard all night, if needed.

But then he hears her calling his name, and turns back, pushing the door open.

“I am here.” He comes within the room to see Sansa by the fire. Warm, safe—or at least she seems so at the moment. His heart stirs with a wish to protect her, and yet…he can’t help wondering if it is all folly. For how long can he hope to protect her? They’re well-hidden for now, but that may not last. He has no idea where she might be truly safe.

He comes across the room and sinks down slowly on the edge of the hearth. “Is all well?”

[starkmaiden]

It takes but a moment before he returns. She hardly knows this man, but there's a rush of comfort through her to know that she's not alone. Out here, by herself, she's defenseless. He's protected her thus far. She believes he'll continue to do so if what he's told her is true. She can see the fading light behind it him. It casts a golden sort of glow to him that makes him look unreal, but when he comes closer, she knows he's as solid as she is.

Her cloak is lined with fur. It does well to keep her warm. She watches him with keen eyes, but she doesn't answer his question. She gives him a question of her own.

"Are we to stay here?" she wonders. She's no tactician, but it doesn't sound like a good plan. Ramsay will catch up eventually. She is the key to the North. He'll use every resource available to him to get her back in his grasp.

Isolde, Lilith, Rosalie 🐍 OC 😈 OTA

[puppet_mistressofhell]

[OOC: Is 100% kind of a awful person, even towards her romantic partners, so all the prompts are up for grabs. But I would really like to play the following with her: 1-2, 6-7, 9, and 13.]

Eligre, the Lady Crow || fantasy OC || ota 30+

[lady_kaivodulin]

{{1[esp as lovers to enemies/on-again, off-again;2;5;7[req. pre-negotiation];8;12;13;14}}

morgan | fgo

[gaeaf]

mad hatter 🦋 angel sanctuary

[sinfulwings]