He's got weird taste

[teenagemutantninjasock]

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

inuyasha | m/f

[ruffgoing]

( half-demon/half-human )

Lincoln Campbell | AoS | OTA

[seemsright]

[ Lincoln is an Inhuman ]

[blackfrog]

[Would you care for a Power Ranger? Fair warning, I haven't gotten a chance to use this muse in a long while, so could be rusty x_x; ]

[seemsright]

[ Sure! I'm game for just about anything. ]

[blackfrog]

[Sweet! If assumed CR, any prompt preferences? Otherwise I'm guessing #1?]

2

[ultor]

Raleigh had helped save a world on the brink of Armageddon, and he had earned himself a well-deserved rest. After an honorable discharge from the Pan Pacific Defense Corps, instead of relaxing somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, he decided to backpack, get around and see pieces of the world far away from the oceans.

Somewhere along the way in Nepal, he had gotten lost and hurt real bad. Passing out in the wilderness, thinking he was going to die as some creature's lunch, he instead woke up to find himself in a strange city hidden away in the mountains, being tended to by a mixed group of people he wouldn't have expected around these parts. And they managed to surprise him even more by what they could do.

He had gotten the story about Inhumans, and how he was found and rescued. The truth was, the only reason they had bothered was because of the declassified information that had made the news about his role in closing the Breach. Being a world-savior was enough, sometimes, to get people to trust you. They had yet to decide how they would proceed from there; Raleigh was stuck until the elders could decide if they could trust him not to reveal them to the rest of the world, and he still had to recover a bit. His misadventure in the wilderness had left his older wounds from his time in the PPDC in bad shape.

Thankfully, they had a good doctor on call, and in time, Raleigh began to wonder if he would mind staying in Afterlife if it meant spending more time with Lincoln. He at least tried to be a good patient and follow through with his physical therapy exercises at dawn. He got an excellent view of the sun rising from his usual spot at a stone pavilion. He was in a wide-legged straddle stretch, having finally gotten back more of his mobility and flexibility.

Miriam Bergen | OC

[geek2hipster]

[Just an average awkward nerd bird; no smut pls]

Liderc | Incubus OC | m/f or m/nb

[edgeofthenight]

Arthur Morgan - Red Dead Redemption II - OTA20+

[unshakencowboah]

[Prefer werewolves, vampires and such, creatures I could also make Arthur into if need be. PM to discuss or the like!]

her name means (beauty) 🥀 tale as old as time

[lastpetal]

( i mean. it's a Whole Thing. )

Dal Dal Choi | Girls of the Wild's | m/f

[rosylips]

Mipha | Zelda: BoTW/AoC | OTA

[fishoujo]

(( m/f or f/f is fine! ))

[lady_kaivodulin]

{{She-elf who likes her partners tall and rough but doesn't much mind gender or species. Prefs in journal; terato/xeno stuff negotiable.}}

Tera West | the Dresden Files | f/m

[tera_west]

[werewolf]

Wrathion | World of Warcraft | OTA

[blackscales]

[Wrathion is in fact a dragon! Not quite as frightening as his father, but still dangerous.
Warcraft dragons are shapeshifters, but also live for thousands of years -- although he's still very young!]

Tauriel | Tolkien

[starlightcaptain]

for Oliver Queen

[secondinline]

Kíli had first become enthralled with the elves in Rivendell, though they were a bit...well, dull. They walked around gracefully and played beautiful music, but it didn't have the spirit and raucousness of the dwarves' music. They seemed affronted by everything. The wood elves weren't much better, but at least they were feistier. The company has stumbled into the elves' feasts a couple of times now, though the elves don't stay and the dwarves and Bilbo are left in darkness when they go.

Tonight, Kíli sneaks away from all of them, even his brother, to scout out the nightly celebration that the wood elves seem to have. He finds them by following the music and the strange lights. There in the clearing is the promised party. He's just one dwarf, and young, so he slips into their midst easily enough. He tries not to be caught, but really, it's inevitable that someone notices him.

He tries to talk his way out of it with an easy (and unapologetic) grin, saying, "I didn't even know there were elves in these woods. I got separated from the rest of my company and I thought this incredible music might be them. Should've known it wasn't. You're all way better at carrying a tune."

[something_else]

Kili wasn’t fooling anyone. Oliver appreciated the music, but he himself wasn’t much for singing. His expertise was on the field of battle. Not being as invested in the melody did allow him to notice a small form making its way through the dark forest. A dwarf. News of the band of dwarves and a hobbit traversing through the forest had reached even the farthest reaches of the forest elves’ kingdom. Not only that, but this group of elves had already encountered the dwarves and hobbit the night prior. Oliver moved to intercept their unexpected guest. The only surprising matter was that he was alone. He continues to watch with mild amusement as the dwarf wanders around their gathering.

To say the races of elves and dwarves, particularly the forest elves, have a rocky history would put it mildly, and typically both try to stay away from the other. Oliver stands and moves around the gathering until he is behind the intruder. A firm, but not unkind, hand lands on Kili’s shoulder. “Master dwarf.” He lets Kili give his explanation; which was a lie of course. The question was, why?

He’d entertain the lie though, lies usually beget more lies, and many lies often unintentionally lead to the truth. Rather than respond to the compliment or the story he had to tell, he skipped over it. “Are you hungry?” Food was of course the most obvious reason he could think of; they were a traveling band on dwarves after all, and despite their size, they had mighty appetites. Oliver motions to some food nearby.

[secondinline]

Kíli doesn't necessarily appreciate Elvish music either, but it's what he thought of. A lot of the things he thinks to say are blustery or outright made up; he's done that for most of his life, and he's still very young for a dwarf, prone to just messing around. Even in serious situations, he can be that way.

He's observant, but he can't possibly hope to hear an elf come up behind him. Oliver's touch makes him jump, and he whirls around to face him, eyes scanning up his body. Elves are tall. Kíli is tall for a dwarf, though not as tall as his uncle, but elves are impossible. He's a bit wide-eyed by the time he gets all the way to Oliver's face.

"Hungry? Oh." Dwarves are always hungry, and they haven't had a good meal since Beorn's house, and the woods are frankly terrible, and...

"Oh, well, I mean. If you're offering, I could probably eat a bit. You're not going to try to shoot me or anything?" He's wary, but understandably so. The elves in Rivendell treated them well, but he's aware there's no love lost between their races, generally. Thorin particularly doesn't like elves, and he's been around Thorin his whole life. Kíli doesn't share his uncle's prejudices, but he's heard that elves dislike dwarves just as much.

[something_else]

Being an elf, Oliver has lived a long life compared to other races, but in that timespan has very rarely ever interacted with dwarves. When their band had run across the elves previously, the elf had watched with stoic intrigue and amusement. They were a lively group, no one could contest that. They were also quite small; he knew dwarves were naturally shorter from tales and distanced interactions, but up close was another matter.

He was only slightly surprised (not that he visually expressed it) by the question of possible hostility; elves and dwarves were far from allies after all. “I have invited you in as a guest. You have also not yet given me a reason to do so.” Answering one veiled accusation with one of his own. “We have more than enough, eat your fill master dwarf.” He sat down nearby, knowing that this could take a moment after seeing how much their band had merrily eaten on their prior encounter.

The other elves had of course noticed Kili’s presence by now, and had distanced themselves, leaving the odd pair alone. “You are an archer?” he noticed Kili’s quiver of arrows on his back. Oliver was filled with questions about Kili and dwarves in general, was very curious about the dwarves, but he held them back.

"I am Oliver of Mirkwood, the woodland realm."

[secondinline]

Kíli finds himself fascinated by the elves. They're so different to the dwarves, of course, but also different to the men that Kíli has known. He's spent a great deal of time around men, thanks to their trading partnerships back home in the Blue Mountains. He's heard that dwarves and men often traded in the times of Erebor's glory, as well, and figures that will continue.

But elves? He knows so little of them.

"I'm no threat to you, don't worry," Kíli says, though whether he's aware of just how true that is or not, who can say? He does have weapons on him, a bow and a sword, but he certainly didn't come to this party to crash it.

Kíli doesn't need to be asked again. He sits across from Oliver, reaching for a nearby pheasant, mouth already watering. Oliver will have to excuse his table manners; he's still a dwarf, and what passes for manners among dwarves would hardly impress an elf.

"Kíli, son of Dís," he says around a mouthful of pheasant leg.

"Yes, I'm an archer. There aren't many dwarf archers these days, though most of us can use bows if we have to. I favour it, though." Much to his uncle's annoyance, really, but even Thorin has needed Kíli's skill on this journey. "Are you an archer? Are all elves archers?"

[something_else]

Impressed? Certainly not. Entertained? The light curl at the corners of his mouth would say so. Honestly though, the nature of the dwarf was refreshing; elves had very specific ways of doing everything - walking, talking, fighting, dressing... Dwarves seemed... free.

"I can not speak for all elves, but the elves of Mirkwood are trained in archery and swordsmanship." Answering both of his questions simultaneously. If Kili was going to ask questions about elves, he thought it would be acceptable to ask some about dwarves.

"My knowledge of your people is limited, other than the histories I've studied. Are you considered average height for a dwarf?"

raleigh becket ( pacific rim ) ota, crosscanon only

[ultor]