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bakerstreet2018-01-19 10:03 pm
oakensocks) wrote in bakerstreet2018-01-19 10:03 pm
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Love knows no species
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.
- 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
Damara Megido | Homestuck | F/F
Nickov // Original Character // M/M
Daenerys Targaryen | Game of Thrones | M/F
Aamir Khatri || OC || OTA
belle ❀ beauty and the beast (2017) → f/m
Second, I'm down with all prompts.
I love assumed CR, crossovers (♥ ♥ ♥), convoluted scenarios, combustive attraction, bickering, first time, culture differences, ingenue/gruff, worldly man, inhuman characters, Beauty and the Beast dynamics because duh, uncomfortable sex, creativity due to said uncomfortable or awkward sex (ie, dick's too big to fit, better wow with stellar oral sex), partners eager to please, arranged marriage AU, fairy tale/fantasy settings, magic, passionate reunions, redoing first times that didn't go so well. sneaky trysts, orgasming to exhaustion, risk of discovery, emotions spilling out in private, meaningful communication via sex, and much, much more.
Ridiculously into Tolkienverse (dwarves yes pls), ASOIAF/GOT, HP (my kingdom for a Newt Scamander or Lupin), and MCU right now and equally into AUing Belle to fit in any of them, but check out my slightly embarrassing dream list of shit I'd like to play.
negl, I'm always on the lookout to play against Thorin (from The Hobbit), as it's my little crack crossover-OTP-that-could. I have some ideas if that piques your curiosity.
Obviously, everyone's welcome, however! ]
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Particularly soft-hearted for: •fearful first meetings •showing him he’s not as monstrous as he feels (because is he ever ashamed of what he turns into) •were-kraken to a drowning character’s rescue •alternatively, a boat destruction, woops •so effectively 1, 5, 6, 10, 13, 14 all contain elements I’m interested in
No smut, happy with platonic as well as shipping, would prefer either a slow burn buildup or a lot of assumed CR to cover the enormous ground that would be Egil’s resistance to being told his tentacle-heavy form isn’t terrible, fade to black potentially available for the latter. ]
14 bc my feels
But at the new moon, the lunar light completely smothered in shadow, the water shifts the same, but with far more subtlety, shades of black the most detail one can see. Leant against a wood post the width of his own torso, Ambrose squints into the dark for a sign of movement, but doesn't hear even so much as a soft splash out there in the water.
"Have you gone and stood me up, Egil?" Ambrose calls out to the water, a crooked twitch up at one corner of his mouth as his curiosity and amusement bleed into one another. He leans over and looks up the south-bending end of the coast.
He scoffs at no reply. "Wow. All right."
Ambrose glances up over his shoulder -- just to be sure there is no one on patrol or trying to observe him up on the pier. He slips his jacket off, only worn for looks, for the night is pleasantly neither warm nor cool, just a vague twilight area of temperature that goes pleasantly unnoticed.
Discarded with his shoes, his affects stay on the wood dock before Ambrose leans over to find his reflection in the rippling water, and catches barely an image of a human visage back. Pitch blackness, an endless depth of ink.
"Well...I'm not letting you have all the fun," Ambrose declares softly -- and without warning, jumps into the water feet first.
It's cold, that much is certain, but it's astoundingly inoffensive. Ambrose can't recall the last time he went swimming -- he certainly hasn't done it in this century, nor the previous one -- but whenever it was, he was human then. His body doesn't fret now over precious internal organs to keep at any particular temperature, relieved of the job long ago. The sensation is skin deep, and the consuming cold comes as...strangely tranquil, when coupled with the airless buoyancy Ambrose feels as the water holds him suspended within it.
His head breaks the surface of the water and he looks around -- part for Egil, part again to see if he's caught anyone's attention, and primarily just to take in the surroundings now that he's amidst this haunting stretch of water here in the middle of the night.
thank you (and omg I forgot the damn subject line o9)
The ache is bone-deep in the morning. It turns from a cold ache to a sharp, freezing heat as the day wanes, and Egil finds himself stumbling from his home as nautical twilight descends.
The horizon is visible as a dark orange line above black. Egil staggers across asphalt streets that scrape into a twisted dirt path down to the water’s edge. Wooden boards creak under his feet as he strips down - shoes, shirt and pants all in a pile. He always means to fold them and never has time, because the change happens quicker the closer to water he draws.
The smooth surface shatters and he sinks in, swallowed away - body and mind altered by the pressure of the water.
The transformation is almost painless, compared to the agony of waiting for it. The relief of the water makes even the Norwegian coast feel warm - bubbles collect on his skin and then fall away, trickle off to the surface as his skin turns smoother. Hair shrinks away, limbs soften and then split - Egil keeps his eyes closed for as much of it as he can, until his eyelids disappear. His senses expand - photoreceptors in his skin mean his body shifts colors subconsciously in reaction to light, means he’s aware of clouds shifting in front of the stars up above the water.
Octopuses are deaf, but Egil gets to keep his hearing when he transforms. Something about magic, presumably. He hadn’t gotten much out of Rán when he’d shouted questions at her.
Sounds are faint through the water regardless. Egil hears it just as distantly as if he were at the bottom of a pool while human, and the anatomically-unlikely feeling of his stomach dropping occurs just the same as well.
Ambrose had said he’d come. But Ambrose also is such a force of nature himself— Egil spends some time down below still, thinking he’ll wait out Ambrose pushing his rowboat out into the water.
Until he hears a splash, of course. Egil’s tentacles expand and then squeeze together, pushing him up towards the surface. Did Ambrose fall in off the boat? Did he trip, is he alright?
“...You idiot.” Egil surfaces, water rushing off the sides of his head, collecting in the small divots and grooves of the texture surrounding his eyes. He sees the clothes collected at the very edge of the dock, the careful way they’re folded. “Did you jump in on purpose?” It’s fifty degrees, Ambrose, now isn’t the time.
it happens to the best of us
"Excuse me!" Ambrose exclaims in affront, but his alarm doesn't entirely mask the amusement painted onto his face. "It turns out the boat rental closes early on Sundays -- what was I meant to do, break in and steal one?"
But his laugh is audible now, even over the lapping sounds as Ambrose begins his causal pace through the water toward his large bodied friend, arms stretching out one by one to dig into the water in long strokes. It's lucky that Egil is so massively sized; it's so dark, it could be difficult to tell what is water and what isn't, with how seamlessly Egil blends into the surroundings.
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Egil's tentacles can remain largely out of the way and deep in the water, now that all he needs to do is float. He draws them back in, below himself, just the slightest of sweeping motions to keep himself at the surface.
There isn't much light to pick up on. There never is. Egil is used to the private quiet that his transformation resigns him to. The only light he ever sees the first night is bright, searching spotlights on lighthouses or boats. The only sounds he hears that are louder than sea birds flying overhead is the sound of screams.
Ambrose is a singular voice, calm and brighter than the spotlights ever feel. Egil doesn't know what possesses him to want to visit him during the night while he's like this. Perhaps it's just... "Sorry, it must be boring, waking up alone in my house."
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Ambrose is obvious with his humor, teeth bared and eyes narrowed against his amused smile, voice inflated with that urge to laugh. It gets tamped down when the sea creature continues, his voice echoing out from the water, from his body, with no mouth to speak with. It feels bigger than even his supernatural form, but doesn't feel booming like thunder. Only Egil could be so large and fearsome and still seem impossibly small in this shape that he takes.
"You know I didn't come here because I was bored," Ambrose confronts, but still gentle in his tone. "But I suppose waking to an empty house made me certain I would come here to see you."
Ambrose had promised, after all. Perhaps its the cold water grasping him from all sides, or the unending blackness around them, maybe just the expanded solitude with no one around -- whatever it is, Ambrose relaxes into it, leaning back to float just against the water's surface. The last time this vampire was able to go swimming, Egil's grandfather wasn't even born yet. (And no, laying in the public fountain back in Italy doesn't count as swimming. It didn't even qualify as bathing.)
Varian | Tangled TV series
The "Hybrids" | OCs | F/M, F/F/M
These girls would fit all the prompts in one way or another, so go nuts! Only caveat is the kinky option won't be about unusual plumbing for them so much as the fact sex with an armored apex predator carries certain risks.]
lioriley | original | ota
Peregrin Took | Lord of the Rings
Ahmanet | The Mummy
Elias Ainsworth // Ancient Magus Bride // OTA18+