interspecies love

[baitings]

Interspecies Love Meme

Vampires and humans. Angels and demons. Ghosts and the living. The idea of "opposites attracting" is hardly a new one, but with the rise in popularity of supernatural creatures, aliens, and other sentient beings beyond our human understanding, the forbidden romance trope has been injected a shot of fresh blood- sometimes quite literally.

This meme does just that, taking the whole "not meant for each other" thing to it's most logical extreme. Of course, it's not always angst and depression. These days, mermaids and bird-people can have their relationships in peace to some degree.

Rules

• Comment with your character, putting any preferences you have (ie, "humanoid characters only," F/M, etc). Also, be sure to note your character's "species" for others to reference (Name | Character | OTA | Human, ghost, mutant, alien, vampire, god, zombie-catgirl hybrid, etc).
• Reply to others. If your characters aren't different species, feel free to AU or anything else like that.
• Use the rng to determine your prompt.
• Also I didn't think I needed to say this, but be excellent to each other. Dick comments and anon bullying are not on.

Prompts

1. Meeting: Did you know there were, I don't know, werewolves before this? Or maybe you thought all aliens were evil. Will this...thing change your perception?
2. Falling in Love: You know you're not the same, but your feelings don't care.
3. Self-Hate: Perhaps you're mad at the being you're in love with, yet you're more angry at yourself.
4. Can't Be Together: Whether for self-inflicted reasons or societal rules, you can't be in love with who your heart has chosen and it's putting a strain on you.
5. Pushing You Away: Things are getting too intense, and for both of your sake, you want to make friend/crush/lover hate you.
6. Beauty & the Beast: One of you is beautiful, the other hideous. Maybe, though, the beautiful one is ugly in the eyes of society, depending on where you live. Whatever the case is, you don't look the same.
7. Confession: Screw the rules, you're going to tell that sweet girl/guy/other how you feel! What can go wrong? Or this is something you've put a lot of thought into and you're scared, but you're going to do it.
8. First Time...or Not: Finally, the two of you are taking the next step and getting physical. It may go off without a hitch, depending on your...you know, or- OH GOD, HOW IS THAT GOING TO GO IN HERE. Wait, you have a...?
9. The Kinky Option: Hey, maybe being different will pay off. Think about it. A long tongue? Ghost powers? Sounds like it could be fun in the bedroom.
10. Prejudice: "What are you doing with that dirty monster?" "You know we can't be involved with humans!" "We don't take kindly to your type around here." Why can't people just leave you two be?
11. Facing Your Instinct: It's hard to be with someone when you want to suck their blood. Or eat their brains. Or possess them.
12. Because of Me: Your lover has been dragged into your fight or hurt by others of your kind. Now they're in the crossfire.
13. Standing Up For You: Hey, knock it off! I don't care what you think, he's perfect in my eyes.
14. You Don't Know You're Beautiful: The fluffy option where you're trying to make your loved one see just how much you care and how they're beautiful to you, no matter what.
15. Gifts: Show your affection with a gift from your culture.
16. Starting a Family: Can you even reproduce? Is it something you want to consider? Perhaps it's new ground to tread, so you'll have to be the first to think about it.
17. WILDCARD

Comments

San | Princess Mononoke | OTA

[princessofbeasts]

((Option One: San identifies as a wolf god, but she clearly isn't one. Could easily be the human or the "beast".

Option Two: San AU'd as a werewolf!



Not especially looking for smut, but it's not off the table!))

Buffy Anne Summers | BtVS | Het

[her_gift]

( Self explanatory? Bring on your Vamps.

Totally open to other creatures of the night...or whatever. )

1

[selfmadevampire]

[Two nights ago the Dracula Buffy knew was found with his head topping an iron spear. Someone also sent Spike a first-edition copy of Dracula and fifty pounds cash. The postmark led to San Francisco in the Embarcadero, and word on the street among the local non-nasty demons pointed out a new nightclub called the All-Nighter.]

[It's not bad. There's a coffee-shop level downstairs for people who need a break from the pounding music, or want an all night spot without paying a cover. Lots of dark wood, sturdy furniture, prices that are as far from ridiculous as San Francisco gets. Upstairs, past bouncers who are much more concerned with checking IDs than checking weapons, lies a huge dance club, centering around an underlit floor set over an aquarium with tiger sharks in it. The bar is at the far end, along with stairs to a railed mezzanine where most of the tables sit. A live DJ who actually knows what she is doing is spinning, and overlooking it all is the one vampire in the room.]

[D stands at the railing beside his usual table, surveying the crowd. He looks more like a modern Russian mobster than a vampire--an up to date black suit, leather gloves, a steel briefcase beside his chair. He is talking into a state of the art smartphone, one finger in his ear to block the music.]

No, you idiot, you are the one who does not understand. I am taking your city. There will be no more blood cults, no more indiscriminate reproduction. You can protest, and end up like that impostor, or you can submit and keep your head.

Re: 1

[her_gift]

( She follows the clues - how can she not? Not that she isn't grateful the far too pretty for his own good Dracula is experiencing some of the same torture he put his victims through - historically speaking (Can Vampires feel a spike through their head?) - she can't help but wonder who possesses the power to do it. So that leads her to San Francisco. She has a bag of spikes, holy water and other weapons slung over one shoulder. There are also a few nasty surprises stuck up her sleeves.

What? A Slayer can't be too careful. What if that whole head on a stick thing was a trap? He had smelled real enough, which isn't something she wants to think about for too long.

She pushes open the door to the dance club and steps inside. A quick flash of her ID is good enough, which makes her think there are more than a few interesting guests at the establishment.

Yet his voice is what captures her attention first. Approaching him from behind, she cocks her head and smirks: )

No one will want to work with you if you talk to them like that.

[selfmadevampire]

[He pauses, and turns, expression calm, a ghost of a smile on his lips. Only the tiniest line between his brows indicates that she's not the one he was expecting. He speaks into the phone one last time.] You have twenty four hours to either sign the agreement or clear out. Now if you will excuse me, I have more pressing business. Consider this your one warning. [He hangs up, glancing at the phone in distaste before tucking it into his pocket.]

Ah yes, true enough. [His expression immediately becomes more pleasant, and he spreads his hands.] But I have no desire to work with him. He is a criminal, a mass murderer and a cult leader. I do not want him compliant. I want him gone.

May I be of some assistance to you, Miss?

Yarne | Fire Emblem : Awakening | M/F

[bunontherun]

[For those not in the know, he is a 'taguel' - a bunny person who uses a beaststone to transform into a bigger less-human-like bunny.]

Piropaya | Kaiten!! | m/f

[girlofvalour]

*She's human in appearance, but Piro is a Power Rangers/Kamen Rider-esque monsterperson! Her SUPER STRENGTH is the main indication of this.*

Asterion of Crete | Greek Myth | M/F

[slave_to_the_stars]

[He's civilized enough as a prince, albeit especially driving home the 'inhuman' side of things.

But such things were not so uncommon in his time; after all, he was born from such a union...]

16~

[bridgebunny]

Hailing from a world where your friends could come in all kinds of shapes and sizes, Layer's bond with Asterion was more easy-going than one might think. He was a gentleman, despite his appearance, and to discuss such different creeds and opinions had been what began their strange yet wonderful relationship.

Here and now, another question had popped to mind, one that would have left her speechless so long ago. But today, despite the color darkening across her face, she yet placed a finger on her chin in thought. She hesitated, running query upon query through her systems, and came up with only more questions. She never liked not having the answers... it was her job to have the answers, after all.

"Ah- me? Really?"

[slave_to_the_stars]

"I can think of no-one greater for it."

He might have mistaken Layer for a strange-looking human at first glance, but truth was far stranger than speculation; and what might have been dismissal quickly became curiosity once he'd learned that she, too, was... different. She stood at a point halfway between man and a mechanism yet infinitely far from either; just as he, too, stood halfway between man and beast.

The two of them had shared knowledge boundless and timeless; he with the secrets of the past, and she with the tales of the future. Swift as fate's hand they became friends, and curiosity was swift to spur them further. But now, it seemed, it would culminate in a final unsolved puzzle.

"You are... human enough for such a deed, are you not?"

[bridgebunny]

The 'yes' or 'no' wasn't quick to come. But she didn't wish to deny him, not when they've learned so much together. That curtain of hair draped over her eyes was convenient, hiding the way they trailed to the floor as she delved as deep as her original manufacturer's specs, but there was nothing there that helped. She had the... physiology, yes, but could she-

"To be honest, Asterion, the extent to which we emulate humans isn't yet fully explored." Yet when she tipped her head, she smiled at him. It really would be him, wouldn't it? She felt tremendously nervous- she'd never engaged in such acts, let alone for its true biological purpose. But she had a feeling the big guy would be gentle.

The color over her face deepened as she reached out and took a much larger hand in both of hers. "But... I-I suppose there's no harm in trying, is there?"

John Connor | Terminator

[metalldammerung]

[OTA]

10

[terminette]

[Another bird down. This is becoming problematic, not only in the replication of fine twitch muscle movement: tics are a giveaway, tics are an error, tics like hers can mean a trigger pulled before its time. But also because Sarah Connor continues to barely tolerate her presence. She'll be harder to mollify if she discovers this lack of control.

Also because it's not simply her trigger finger that might misfire a weapon. She is a weapon. She might misfire. Sarah Connor is right to feel concern.

Cameron enters John's room without the courtesy of a knock and stands over his bed. It's early, but she'll watch him 'til he wakes. She doesn't sleep.]

Re: 10

[metalldammerung]

[He barely sleeps, really. Between the constant threat of attack and everything with his mother and those damn dots...yeah. He barely sleeps, and when he does it's lightly. So when she stands over him, watching him, it doesn't take long for him to startle awake and backed up against the headboard before his heartrate calms down.]

You keep doing that.

[terminette]

You keep sleeping.

[She doesn't so much as flinch when he flails awake. Even the glitch in her system keeps still and calm. Side processes track his heartbeat, the adrenaline kicking it to a flutter, then slowing at a satisfactory rate for a healthy male of his age. Good. The sleep is less satisfactory, however.]

For optimum performance today, you require at least two hours more.

[And she'll just stand there. Go back to sleep, John.]

Frerin | Tolkien | OTA

[eternalfledgling]

{ Who wants a handsome dwarf? All around, Frerin is pre-Hobbit but we're more than welcome to play with timelines before he died and do AU's! For example:

1. Everyone lived!au*
2. Everyone thought he died but surprise, he didn't!au**
3. BYO-AU

I can roll with assumed relationships too, if that's what you end up rolling! Feel free to message or comment if you'd like to plot c:

*Includes facial and bodily scarring
**See above + amnesia

Vlad Tepes | Vampire: the Masquerade | M/F

[selfmadevampire]

[Expect to be one of maybe three people he treats well. He's quite Dommey, of course. Reproduction is obviously off the table.]

prompt what prompt?

[misembraced]

Bet doesn't really 'date', she would more call this 'serial hanging out'. Vlad was actually interesting, which was far more important than looks in her opinion (though he wasn't lacking in that department either). And he had this dominant steak that was really fun to poke at.

So this was her idea of a decent 'date': in a seedy bar, drinking cheap beer and whiskey that she'll just throw up later, shooting pool. She might also be thinking about starting a little bar fight later, you know if they got bored.

She lines up her shot, and knocks the solid blue into a center pocket. She doesn't woop or anything embarrassing like that. But she does smirk at at her opponent. "It's not going so well for you, so far."

[selfmadevampire]

D did not particularly mind the venue. It was not to his usual tastes, but the difference between the Ventrue effetes and a true ruler was that he was flexible enough to move within the same circles as his subjects. Everyone here had a story. Everyone here had something to offer. None more than the tough young Toreador he had been spending time with of late.

He didn't mind paying for the foul smelling drinks, or attempting this odd little game that he'd never attempted before. He stood back, watching her take her shot, the corner of his mouth curving up. He propped his pool cue on his shoulder like a spear, an unconscious gesture he'd never quite shed even after centuries.

"I believe my self-esteem will survive," he replied in amusement. It was a game, after all, and she was cute when she gloated.

[misembraced]

She'd better never hear him call her cute. She might have to beat his as to correct the notion. And rather liked his ass, so it would be quite the sacrifice on her end.

But if he'd like to see her gloat, she could accommodate him. She sunk another into a corner pocket, and strutted around the table, eyeing her next good opportunity. And do a little physical flirting, of course. She slid herself between the table and his body. She folded her body across the table, testing a shot angle, while giving him a nice view. She favored leather pants.

"You don't strike me as the type that likes to lose."

Kenzi // Lost Girl // Human

[onteamdyson]

[[Or vamp AU, or fae'd out, or a bunch of other options]]

[getupandgo]

Check, check.

A familiar red and yellow figure is darting through the spit-clean streets again. Light on his feet, head covered by that bright happy helmet. Not the first time he's been here, hopefully not the last--well, he wishes he didn't have to come here every so often, but you know.

This time he's alone, and, this time he's ready.

There was no need for new supplies, so he knew he couldn't just coerce the others into coming here (and honestly, he didn't want to. He doesn't want to put them in unnecessary risks, as much of a double standard as that might be.). They do know he's gone for the night, and he knows he'll have to answer some questions when he's back.
Got his bike, charged his blaster, hid his face, off he went. He even hid the wheels a few miles away before he reached the city, just to be safe. So far, so good.

Why is he here? Well...there's a reason he didn't say where he was going. He knew anyone with half a brain would ask him why- and he know the answer would be the dumbest thing to leave his lips.
A girl.

He needed to see her again. Even since he saw her, he couldn't forget her. He never told anyone; they probably wouldn't even believe him. But he couldn't forget her face, her voice...he even began questioning if she was even real.
It got too hard to ignore and he felt like he had to look for her again. See her again, talk to her again, just...he needed to. He needs to.
He's hoping to the Witch he doesn't get himself killed in the process.

[onteamdyson]

Part of her was hoping he'd never come back. The sane and logical part of her that still remained hidden under years of murder and trauma and crazy. But most of her? Most of her was hoping that she'd see him again. Especially now that she was sure she could control herself around him. Mostly.

But it wasn't like she waited around that barely-guarded breach in the city walls every night after a feed. Just some nights. Okay, most nights. Like tonight. If she still had a heart, it would be racing right now. She saw it! That familiar flash of colour against the sterile white of everything else. What an idiot. Is he really that dumb? And where the hell is his backup? He's ALONE?! Dumbass.

Kenzi stalks him from the shadows with a grin on her face, following him until he leaves her with an opening. Honestly, it doesn't take that long. He's not even trying to be careful! She follows along behind, getting steadily closer until she leaps at him! She pins him with his chest up against a wall, pressing into his back, holding one of his wrists twisted up behind him and the other, the one with the gun, out and away. The height difference might have saved him if it weren't for the killer heels, but alas. Her mouth is practically against his neck.

"I thought I told you to watch your back, Kid."

M. Wedgely | OC | Fae (info in journal)

[wedgie]

Gentleman Chogath | League of Legends | M/F (yes, he's a male)

[gentleman_chogath]

[Introducing the gentlemanly abomination from the void, Cho'Gath. His species could best be described as a giant lobster/bug/dinosaur/lizard/thing... but he makes it work with the top hat, suit, and gentlemanly demeanor.]