Uptown girl, she's been living in her white bread world.

[processions]

Lady & the Tramp Meme You know the story. It's a love story. Our lovers are from different worlds — one wealthy, one not. The poor girl has fallen in love with the Gentleman Snarker, or the Unlucky Everydude secretly courts the daughter of the richest man in town. And she loves him too. Maybe it was Love at First Sight. Maybe she has a habit of slipping out to the seedier side of town for a night of fun. Maybe they've been friends their whole lives and the difference in status never really mattered. Will their love be enough to let them be happy together? Note that the roles aren't locked by gender: a working-class girl who loves a rich boy also fits this trope, as do two lovers of the same gender. How To Play - Comment with your character, putting the standard information somewhere in it. You also may want to specify your preferences or where your character would fall on the spectrum. - Tag others! Feel free to use the RNG. - Have fun and be respectful to others. Prompts The poor guy and rich girl mutually fall in love, and neither one cares about their differences in wealth. People around them, however, do, and conspire to interfere with true love. The poor guy falls for the rich girl, even though he knows that she's out of his league. Undaunted, our hero engages in some zany scheme to get her to notice him or be impressed by him. This usually ends with the girl revealing that she doesn't care if he's rich or poor, and that she loves him for who he is. The poor guy and the rich girl fall for one another, but he doesn't know she's rich at first. When he finds out, he's either intimidated by her wealth once he finds out, or else doesn't think he's good enough for her. As before, she doesn't care about such things, and has to convince him that he's the one she wants. ( Adapted from here. )

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Thea Queen l Arrow

[redarrowqueen]

(Could easily go either way depending on canon points, M/F)

Princess Serenity [ Sailor Moon ] F/M

[transmigrate]

( The uptown girl/lady.

Available in modern flavor as Usagi - replies will come from tiare - Victorian/Edwardian/Regency/what have you AU, or high fantasy or space opera varieties. Take your pick! )

Raven [ Teen Titans ] F/M

[mantras]

( Ahahahaha oh wow, this could be tricky! My gut's saying she's the lady in this scenario, though not quite a proper picture of a rich mademoiselle.

If we play it straight canon, her dad's an evil demon overlord and she's been raised by monks in relative isolation in order to keep her safe. Want to modern/depowered normal teen AU it? Her dad's a ruthless business magnate who rules his family with an iron fist and doesn't want his daughter interacting with the lessers. )

Wolfgang Mozart | Amadeus

[18th_century_rockstar]

(The poor guy. f/m or m/m)

Kaguya Houraisan | Touhou Project | OTA

[eternalprincess]

[ Clearly the Lady. ]

Liling 'Lily' Yang | Mage: the Ascension | M/F

[splendidphoenix]

[The Lady.]

jericho | original | ota

[novembercities]

( lower-class, questionable occupation, probably doesn't gain points for being a werewolf but he's a GOODISH GUY )

Harry Osborn › Spider-Man

[goblinjr]

( definitely the rich fella. m/m and m/f are both cool with me! )

Hiccup | How to Train Your Dragon | OTA

[drekisal]

{{ooc: Could be either role! I'm flexible.}}

Rey || Star Wars: The Force Awakens || F/M

[talentedscavenger]

[ooc: Could be either role. Open to cross-canon]

Joann Winchester | Supernatural | OTA

[failedparenting]

[He's the tramp, obv. Any situation is welcome, cross canon encouraged!]

Ardyn Izunia || FFXV

[maledictus_semper]

mick rory | the flash/legends of tomorrow

[charbroil]

[ ooc; tramp af ]

Betty Cooper | Riverdale | OTA

[demurring]

Reinhardt Wilhelm | Overwatch | OTA

[panzersoldat]

[ Likely the poor one ]

[invigorates]

( hi. three questions: 1. do you mind ocs? if not then 2. would you be interested in a noble lady/commoner high fantasy scenario of some sort? and 3. would you prefer a less ridiculous looking au version of lioriley? )

[panzersoldat]

[ 3 answers. I love OCs. So bring it on!. 2) High fantasy is my jam. I can AU Reinhardt into the commoner/knight easily.. 3) I'm playing a 61 year old slab of beef, so which ever version of her you want to use, I'm open to it. ]

[invigorates]

( score. I'm going to 100% wing this so feel free to alter things as you see fit. )

Lioriley did not loathe her position, did not lament her lot in life or regret the choices that had brought her to where she was now. All said, she had every material possession a lady could ever dream of, an array of servants at her beck and call; well-known friends and allies that would do nearly anything to keep their relationship strong and prosperous for the both of them. Such friendships spanned far beyond only her own race, too - to the humans, the dwarves, to all that walked within the same realm that thought to give her the time of day , and vice versa.

Those friendships spanned too, to the dismay of her colleagues, to those of different social standings. Lioriley saw people as, well, people and nothing more, and if they were kind and they were willing to have her around - she certainly wasn't going to protest their company. Which would explain why she would often vanish without warning to venture into the more questionable areas of the city, where nobles often feared to tread for unfounded superstitions of being robbed and killed in the dark alleys. Funnily enough, Lioriley had never had much of an issue with such things, though perhaps that could also be because she was friends with a beast of a man that resided there.

But was friends the right word for it? They had started out that way, but over the time that she had known him that she thought she might feel something ... more. Flutters in her stomach at the mere thought of seeing him, her heart thumping, the way her cheeks light up (literally) when he held her to him during one of his bone-crushing hugs when he greeted her. She was smitten, of that she had no doubt, and while she did not truly care what others might have to say about it... she did care about what they might say about him. That's probably why she never actually outright said how she felt, though it was very clear to anyone that ever saw them together.

One would think that if she was so worried for him, she would stop sneaking out in the middle of the night to see him. But that's a near impossible request. She's practically addicted to keeping company with him, even if they just sit around and talk for hours, even if nothing comes of it in the end - she just wants to be around him. And so tonight she does the same thing - creeps past the guards and dons a hood she hopes actually hides the glowing of the leylines on her skin as she hurries down alleyways and twisting corners in the dark. Until she comes across his home, knocking thrice so he knows that its her.

[panzersoldat]

Honestly, there had been a time were Reinhardt could have had all those things. He could have become a knight at the beck and call of kings, worn royal armor, gotten a huge pension, and perhaps even a title and lands all his own. But that would have meant turning his back on the people that truly needed a hero to protect them. So he had refused. He had refused every king and every queen. Every offer so that he could remain down in the gutters, fighting for and protecting the little people that the ruling class had forgotten all about until tax time. For all his life, he had been their guardian and all in the dirty, poverty ridden slums adored him. And because they loved him, there was an unspoken rule that those he loved were not to be touched.

And he does so adore her. Sometimes, he even watches for her from his place toiling in the slums, the heavy pounding of his hammer as he worked metal into something usable silenced so he could see her flit past and sigh the sigh of a man 30 years his junior. He knew he was taken by her. He adored everything about her. Her beauty. Her grace. Even the way she glowed in the dim firelight of his forge. He often went to sleep at night still thinking of the sound of her voice or the feel of her in his arms. But that was all. Just his sleep and his dreams. He didn't dare look for more than that, what with her station and his age. Still, he treasured every day they got to spend together and was always giddy when he would hear those soft three knocks at his ramshackle hovel door.

His heart beats all the faster when he hears it. She's out again in the dead of the night. He quickly comes to his door to throw it open for her and reach out with one large arm to loop around her to pull her inside and into one of his normal bone crushing greetings. "Lioriley!" If it wasn't for the tight doorway, he might have spun her around a little in his joy at seeing her again.

Reinhardt has to remember to put her back down, careful to keep her face hidden. "Please please come in. It's late and you shouldn't be out. The fire is warm and I will put on some water for tea for you. The butcher's wife paid me in the good tea to sharpen his knives for them." He doesn't have much; just his forge to the side of the hovel, his rickety old armor sitting in the corner, more patches now than plate, and the small bit of food he can afford; but what is his, it is hers.

Mary Crawley | Downton Abbey | M/F

[thequitecontrary]

[Obviously the lady.]

Sumia | Fire Emblem | OTA

[flowerpetalfortune]

[Either role works!

Lady might be the default.]

idk what I'm doing so let me know if I need to change anything

[arcward]

[Jaune's thought Sumia was beautiful since he first saw her a few months back. He hasn't spoken to her directly, but he's seen enough of her to know that she's a kind and gentle soul. He'd like to talk to her and get to know her, he really would, but he's just a lowly guard for her family's estate; he's pretty sure no one in the family even knows his name, let alone Sumia. So he'll just have to pine on his own.

Pining on his way through the grounds probably wasn't his best move, though, since now he's in an area he's never seen before and has no idea where he is or how to get back to his patrol. He's in some trouble, and it's pretty apparent by his wide-eyed look around. He's supposed to be a guard, but he could really use some rescuing right about now.]

Obviously being cute

[flowerpetalfortune]

Jaune?

[In all his panic, Jaune clearly missed the elegant white horse and her rider.]

Come on, Belfire.

[At her command, the horse moves closer to him and Sumia leans down, holding out a gloved hand.]

Jaune, I'm not sure why they have you guarding the stables, but I'm sure Belfire here has never felt safer.

no you're cute

[arcward]

[Jaune jumps slightly as Sumia calls his name. He didn't think Sumia even knew who he was. He also has no idea where she came from, but he's beyond glad to see her.]

You can never be too careful, my lady!

[His voice might have squeaked a little there, both from lying and speaking to her. He's not sure what he's supposed to do now, but he takes her hand because clearly she wants him to. He doesn't know why, but by the gods he isn't complaining.]

cassian andor | star wars: rogue one | ota

[commandor]

[ PROBABLY THE TRAMP. ]