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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

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?
Falling in Love: You know you're not the same, but your feelings don't care.
Self-Hate: Perhaps you're mad at the being you're in love with, yet you're more angry at yourself.
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.
Pushing You Away: Things are getting too intense, and for both of your sake, you want to make friend/crush/lover hate you.
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.
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.
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...?
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.
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?
Facing Your Instinct: It's hard to be with someone when you want to suck their blood. Or eat their brains. Or possess them.
Because of Me: Your lover has been dragged into your fight or hurt by others of your kind. Now they're in the crossfire.
Standing Up For You: Hey, knock it off! I don't care what you think, he's perfect in my eyes.
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.
Gifts: Show your affection with a gift from your culture.
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.
WILDCARD

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[Friendly little demon girl who often looks like this. Backstory in journal. Totally open to Natalie Portman face-twin confusion.]

( Lunari. Info on journal. )

[ He's an elf and a former slave, could play with either of those or figure out something else. Open to cross-canon. Kink list in journal. ]

[Elf, shameless hedonist, leans hard toward The Kinky Option. Romance isn't really her thing ~~except maybe for one plainswalking person~~, and especially no to Starting a Family.]

[Would you be okay with a cranky cat lady? She's a dark knight that people in her world frown on.]

[Hey, Maeryll's a former assassin who had a huge chunk of her soul amputated so she could kill mages, she ain't here to judge. She's also foulmouthed, a touch lazy, and tends toward being blunt about wanting to do deviant things to pretty ladies, so if Khloe fits that bill, she's awwright.]

[Khloe's foul mouthed and a little slovenly so they should be fine. Khloe is a head turner kind of pretty, so Maeryll will have to do most of the seduction since Khloe doesn't know how those things work.]

[If she's got a pretty face and big boobs, that's all Maeryll cares about (unless she's a total bitch, but eh). She'll come on to her hard, because what is shame. Generic inn/tavern setting might work best here, you think? Booze is one of her most favorite vices, right after picking up girls.]

[Not really a bitch, a little difficult and mean. But yes, pretty face, a rack you can hold a parade in, and drinks and swears like a sailor. A tavern would work wonders. Do you want to start or shall I?]

[Throw on cat ears and a tail(?) and yeah she'll get Maeryll's attention, let's roll. You mind getting the party started?]

[ooc: Natural ears and tail. Super fluffy tail too. And sure, I can do that.]

[Everyday isn't really difficult for Khloe. She wakes up in a ditch or alley; if she's lucky she'd just be under a tree; she goes skulking around for work, kill a few people who do bad things, drink, get drunk, pass out, and do it all over again.

It's a satisfying routine. No one gets in her way cause of her dark knight status, and she makes the world a better place one body at a time. It's like a dream come true, though, she will admit it gets a little boring at times.

This is the thought going through her mind as she sits in the dark corner of tavern, eating a very hearty meal(two roast boars, baked potatoes, Shepard's pie, and grilled chicken to be exact) and downs her seventh tankard of ale, and giving everyone who looks at her funny the stink eye. Needless to say, she's not in a very good mood and her lack of company is the cause.

How do you get company though, when you're a 5"1 cat lady that scares the manliness out of men that tower over her?]

[On a scale from one to ten, this day has been a solid 'meh.' Nothing shitty happened, but nothing exciting, either. Boredom, wine, more wine when the boredom comes back again, and so on like that is all she's got going on, thanks elven fortitude and massive alcohol tolerance. What she needs is something new, something exciting, something like...

A chick with awesome tits, cat ears, and a frankly horrifying ability to pack away meat and a few token vegetables. Oh, and from the look of the empty tankards on her table, a healthy appetite for alcohol, be still Maeryll's shriveled heart. Everyone else giving her a wide berth is no problem for her, just means she doesn't need to waste time waiting for any pissants to move on before getting up from her usual spot in the corner and sauntering Miss Kitty's way.]

Hey. Quick question, do you want to find a room and sit on my face for a while?

[Khloe looked up from her tankard, unhappy at how empty it is and quickly screaming at a nearby bar maid to get her another tankard before addressing the elf.]

Eh? What'd ye say? Sit on yer face??? On all three o' ye??? Seven 'ells, there be only one o' me. Seven 'ells....

[She is also clearly far from sober, just in case the way she rocked back and forth as she spoke was any indication.]

[Ah. She's completely shitfaced. That's actually cute for some stupid reason.]

That won't be a problem, you seem to have three asses. One for each face. Nice.

[A little sarcasm is always the right call when dealing with a drunk catgirl. Either she'll think it's hilarious or get really confused, and either way, Maeryll is chalking it up as a victory.]

[She squints in response, ears lowering as she looks down at herself. She sees....a lot of pairs of her legs so yeah, she just might have three asses.]

Oh. Look at tha'. Oh! 'nd look at that!

[Her eighth tankard arrived and she quickly takes.]

It seems I be capable o' doin' what all ye are askin' for, so--'ang on a bell-

[She takes her drink and downs it in several gulps, belching loudly before slamming it down on the table.]

Now, like I 'as sayin'....uhh...[She forgot. Whatever.]...Right, ye wanted me to go with ye lot. Let's go then!

[With that, she throws her payment onto the table and from beside it, lifts a giant sword off the ground then sheathes it on her back. She saunters past Maeryll, giggle like a loon pleased that she has company, and walks out of the tavern. But not before punching three or four men who were eyeing her funny. At least she thinks they were.]

Awwwright then, lead the way pretty dove...

[That is a rather impressive display of drunkishness, Maeryll has to say. That, or she's got a great sense of humor. Either way, this is looking pretty damn good from where she's standing.]

Oh, by all means. Drink up.

[Just means she'll have a nasty hangover in the morning, but sex is great for curing a hangover and every other malady under the sun in Maeryll's book, so, again, all's well on this front.

That is, right until she decides to go beat some faces in along the way. That may cause some problems down the line, but not before she gets a tongue in some interesting places. As fun as watching a drunken brawl can be, from the sidelines, not actually in the action, Maeryll would really like to get laid first.]

Let's get you somewhere safe before you cause a riot, shall we?

[She leads the way as asked, straight toward the local inn where Maeryll has a room on more or less permanent reserve. Thank any applicable gods there aren't any stairs, dragging a drunk feline up them is not her idea of fun.]

It's passe, I know, but I guess we should introduce ourselves at this point. Call me Maeryll, care to slur out what I should call you?

[She immediately, albeit shamelessly, starts to get comfy. Leaning her sword on the side of a wall whilst clumsily undoing the straps of her armor. Once the armor is off, she shoves it to the side and reveals the tight binding around her chest, though to be frank it doesn't hide how well endowed she is.

She hops onto the bed and breathes a sigh of relief, the night air had helped sober her up a little, though she barely heard Maeryll speak. She heard a name and just thought she should give hers as well.]

Zhwan. Khloe. Khloe is me 'irst name.

[She starts to roll around the bed, enjoying the fluff and warmth. It's not everyday she sleeps on a bed.]

Soooo, wha' are we doin' again? 'nd where'd the rest o' yer mates bugger off to?

[And she can see fairly straight now.]

[Hell, here Maeryll thought she'd have to work at this a bit more to actually get her naked. Even better, she's never been happier to see breast bindings, because that means those tiddies are even bigger than she first thought. There ain't a thing in this world she loves more than big breasts, except several other things, so it's like her birthday up in here.]

Khloe. Cute. I'll try to remember to scream it sometime.

[She comes over to join her, though she sits much more demurely on the side of the bed rather than flopping down on it like the current occupant. Maeryll is an elf of class, after all.]

They suddenly remembered they had their own dates. Looks like your extra asses took a trip, too. As for you and me, well... I was thinking we'd fuck like bunnies for a while. Get kinky. Soak the bed in bodily fluids. Stuff like that.

[She blinks up at Maeryll from where she lay.]

Is that what ye 'ad in mind? Bloody 'ells, and 'ere I thought we 'as gonna drink more.

[She's actually completely forgotten the reason why she came here.]

Right then, 'ow are we gonna go 'bout all this then? I'll be 'onest, dove, I ain't never been with a woman b'fore.

I distinctly remember mentioning sitting on your face... which I guess could involve drinking, sure.

[Elves are notoriously, er, wet when they have orgasms. Maeryll may not be the most excessively so, but she's no exception.]

Never, huh? Don't worry, I'm gentle. Except no, I'm not, but I can pretend this time.

[She'll just mosey on over to lie down beside the half-drunk lady now.]

So, feel free to have a seat. Or lie down and spread'em, whatever. Just get your ass uncovered and let me at it, we'll get to you returning the favor in a bit. Best stick with something you're probably already familiar with to start.

[She's gentle but not gentle. Works for her.]

Oi, don't think I be like flimsy milk maid who cries for their mum n' da. I'm tougher than I look, love.

[She says that however, her heart beat is going up right now. Whether it be from the alcohol or excitement she's not entire sure. Still she does what Maeryll asks and undoes the the ties and buttons of her leather pants. It took a little time, and slightly more concentration on Khloe's part, but she get them off and tosses them to the side.]

Sorry, love. I might've 'ad a bit more to drink than I originally thought. [Like that wasn't obvious before.] Care to do the rest?

[Maeryll is a complicated creature, whose major complication is her many vices.]

Oh, I never doubted you were tough. The big ass sword says it all, then the muscles rub it. Nice, by the way.

[Yeah, she's cool with everything she's seeing here. Even the tail is kind of hot, which is a little strange now that she thinks about it. Finding it hot, she means, not that there is a tail to begin with. Maeryll ain't one to judge someone for the way they're born.]

Sure, why not. Keep your legs open, I'll handle the rest, and apologies in advance for the many, many pussy jokes to come.

[She murmurs something while complying, slowly spreading her legs for her as she lies on her back.]

I'll leave it up to ye then, love.

[Her face turns red, more from the slight embarrassment at what she's doing. She normally wouldn't be spreading her legs for anyone, especially not a stranger, but here she is.]

[info on journal, though can be flexible as needed... would sure love something like an orc.]

[androgynous demonoid, leans toward f/f.]

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Ariadne | OC | M/F for anything shippy

lioriley | original | ota

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Sorry! Work got in the way ><

It's all good, had to hit the hay after a bit anyway

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