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So hey, we've all wondered it.
There's kissing.
There's marriage.
But what about dating?
What if your OC dated the OC above?
Where would they go? How would they react? How did they even meet? Would they go on another date?
- NSFW stuff better go to PMs
- It's a game for all ages, but please post characters that are 18+ Ages must be listed
- It doesn't have to be a romantic date, either. It can be a friend date
- Read the other character's profile (show proof by writing the character's name in the post and at least one tidbit from their profile)
- Wait for 2 people before posting again, unless 5 days pass
- If 5 days pass you can reply to yourself, or you can pick any of the characters already listed on that page
I'll volunteer this guy since he's easy to please.
Ken's eye twitched as he stared at... that.
His bandmates decided it had been time to get him out of his angry, heartbroken slump and into the arms of another lover (although they were more trying to get a night away from his pranks), and so they set him up on a date with Comet - Or more, they begged Comet to spend time with Ken.
The pop star was at a loss for what to say. He had never dated a robot before. In a way, he felt like this was some surreal kink. As if reading his expression, the line on Comet's screen shined red and turned spiky as they insisted they were just like everyone else, just, well, with wires instead of veins. Ken hesitated at the response then sneered at the machine, yelling that at least he had a neck, and pointed to his as emphasis. Comet's mouth flashed a flustered hot pink for a second before returning to red, yelling that if Ken was going to be a jerk all day then there was no point in humoring him with a date.
Ken stiffened, his own face turning red. He wanted to yell, but stopped himself, deciding that maybe it would be nice to have company for once. Burying his hands in his pockets and nonchalantly kicking some dirt, he angrily grumbled his apology while looking away, a blush over his angry pout. Comet glanced over at him, mouth no longer red but purple. Seeing that angry pout reminded them more of a puppy with its tail between its legs, and they couldn't help but find the pop star adorable, if for just a minute. Comet accepted the apology, mouth brightening to yellow as they wrapped an arm around the star, asking what he'd like to do. Ken struggled to free himself, blush still bright on his face, as he began rambling that he didn't want to do anything with the "living vacuum". Although their mouth flickered with purple, Comet only squeezed Ken's arm (to the point of making him yelp) and decided that they'd go to karaoke.
Ken fidgeted nervously at first, but Comet had handled awkward situations plenty of times. They put on many fun songs and sang along, although there were times when they beatboxed to enhance the songs (it sounded like dubstep). The pop star was admittedly impressed, and was eventually wrangled into singing along. He started off awkwardly, not used to singing outside of his pop star persona, but Comet was an easy crowd to win over and cheered him on with every note, boosting his pride into singing anything put up, even the love song duet hidden at the end.
After hours more of singing a variety of songs in a variety of ways with a variety of snacks, the two eventually parted ways. Ken had to admit, he didn't think he'd have as much fun as he did. It took his mind off of... him, and it was a breath of fresh air for him. Pursing his lips and furrowing his brows, he tried his best to look tough so he could hide the blush that crept over his cheeks. He was still going to beat the crap out of his band for this.
spacecadet (I got a bit carried away :D)
The classics never die, or so Henry figured as he pulled up a chair for his companion. There was nothing better to start off a date than dinner, and after some consideration, he'd chosen a cafe-restaurant near Soho. It was not a high-class establishment, but Henry felt it made up for it by having a certain sense of airy, feminine softness, which a number of his previous dates had found charming. Over time he'd started gaining a reputation among the secretaries and nurses of his workplace. „Pays and bails“, they'd say, for Henry would ask women out and then always call things off before affairs got heated enough for the topic of „staying over the night“ to be brought up.
Though not having any „serious intentions“ for this date either Henry still looked forward to taking part in the whole formality of the affair. Pursuing small-talk, holding open doors, paying for services. All the while stroking another's self-esteem with polite interest or flirty remarks and, hopefully, getting his stroked in return.
As a big bonus he had to admit that his companion was definitely easy on the eyes. There was a sort of exotic beauty, stemming from her oriental features and accentuated by the striking color of the girls' amethyst eyes. Her attire was getting a lot of looks, as were the peculiar head-accessories that had the appearance of incredibly realistic animal ears.
Then there was Henry, clad in neatly trimmed pants and matching khaki-colored suit jacket, with a striped tie wrapped around his neck, tight and neat, sunflower blonde hair oiled back against his scalp as is fashionable for a person of his era. Each had clearly made an effort to look good for the evening, but side-by-side they made for a very mismatched couple. Nonetheless Henry got the impression that Haruka was pleased with his looks.
There was some small-talk while they ordered, with Henry telling her about his job in the army base, showing much appreciation for her singing career and suggesting meals off the menu. „The pancakes with filling are good in this place,“ he'd say or „Look, they have spring rolls, I could order some!“
Henry tried to look extra carefree and jovial today, for the woman sitting opposite him had such a striking appearance that it made him greatly want to leave a good impression. Whenever Henry could tear his gaze off her eyes it'd stop on the ears. Some juvenile impulse urged him to reach out and tug at them to see if they would come off, but he resisted it. Furthermore it dawned to Henry that his dates' hairstyle was set in a way that it completely hid the location of where her „human“ ears ought to have been. The possible implications could not be unseen and, in addition to all his other desires, there emerged an urge to lean close and brush back her sidebangs. He was nearly certain that she was something supernatural – for no human had business possessing a look like that. Henry tried to check if she had contacts with The Occultists by dropping a couple of codewords in the conversation – a question on symbology here, an allusion to the usefulness of small change there, but if his date understood the reference she showed no sign of it. First course came and went before Henry finally came out with the obvious question:
„Don't mind me asking, miss, but, are these real?“ the man gestured towards Harukas' ears.
„Real in what sense?“
„Actual dog ears, that is.“
„Oh,“ Harukas' eyes widened, then she laughed: „No, no-no, they're props, I mean, I just like them so I wear them, it's an image thing.“
„Alright. What of the eyes then?“
„Merely a quirk in my bloodline.“
„Must be very rare. I've never seen ones like yours...“ he said, smiling kindly, not really believing either of these explanations but deciding to humor his date for the time being until there's a better idea on what she might be and whether it's wise to directly admit he knows of the supernatural. „They remind me of polished amethysts, but...you've probably heard that compliment a lot.“
She laughed again, much to the delight of Henry who always enjoyed the sound of his dates laughing. „I'm surprised you'd even ask if they're real ears, I mean that would be preposterous,“ Haruka added.
„Oh, I'm not daft,“ the man replied in an amused tone: „Was merely interested in whether they were synthetic or not.“
"Are you a dog person?"
"Oh, definitely.
„Do you have a dog?“
„No, but not for a lack of want. I do have a close friend that does. His name is Angus – the dogs' name, not the friends', I mean. He's a good old chap, sort of two thirds scottie and one third floor mop. I take him for walks sometimes and care for him if my friend is sent off for duty assignments,“ at which point Henry struck a match and lit a cigarette „I think Angus has got quite a liking for me,“ the man said, drafting in a lungful and exhaling as he spoke: „You'd think I was his co-owner if you saw how happy he is to see me.“
He finished the exhalation by leaning back in his chair and blowing out a smoke ring – a neat party trick, or so he'd always thought, which sometimes earned him an interested look or a comment. However, his current date did not seem the least bit impressed.
Had the ears always been angled in such a way? They seemed to have drooped sideways and backwards in the time he'd looked away, accentuating what Henry suddenly realized was a look of distinct displeasure upon his dates' face.
He looked at the ears, frowning, then down at the cigar in his hand and back upon Haruka, only then asking tentatively: „You don't mind if I smoke, do you?“ as the possibility had only now crossed his mind.
„Yeah, could you do that, ugh, later?“
„Of course, my apologies,“ Henry said with a sheepish smile, putting out the end of the cigar on his now empty plate. Upon looking up he saw Haruka still glaring at him, head tilted to the side.
„Is it normal for you to smoke at a dinner table, in a restaurant?“
„Only when I'm nervous,“ answered Henry without missing a beat.
„Do I unnerve you?“
„A bit,“ Henry lied with a smile, „ Well, you see, miss, a bloke can often get worked up when speaking to a charming companion,“ he added, trying to smooth over his evident faux pas and, much to his relief, saw some of the tension leave Harukas' face and a smile break on her lips. Bloody hell, that line had been cheesy – they both knew that - but it'd worked, somewhat. There was an exchange of follow-up comments, but Henry could still tell from the way her bodylanguage grew colder that he'd lost some favor in the young womans' eyes.
His mind hastily sought ways to warm his date's disposition, for he still hoped to depart tonight having left a good impression. Clearly the answer to getting back in the womans' good graces lied in encouraging Haruka to get more personal - ask some questions pertaining to her homeland and culture!
Having thus concluded Henry inquired, with a cheerful sincerity: „So speaking of dogs, is it true that the japanese eat them or is it only the other asian nations that do so?“
There was a glare.
Followed by desserts, but no second date.
((Should possibly rework Mr. Newman's character page as well...
Either Newman or Juliet Wright (under an assumed name) is fine for the next poster. Apologies for wall of text on their character page ahead of time.
Or I don't know, anything goes, even skipping if he's not inspiring, really. :D))
Cliodna (i'd imagine this would occur before he meets his canon bf)
Chris sat and waited patiently for his date to arrive, albeit with a quickened heartbeat and a lot of fidgeting. He hoped that no one noticed that he was picking at the buttons of his vest. As his eyes were darting around the floor of the restaurant, he replayed the conversation he had with his brother.
"Come on," Peter insisted. "It'll be fun! You need to find someone. Get yourself out there for a bit!"
"Absolutely not," Chris answered. "I will not endanger myself with something so stupid."
"Calm down. Hey, you know what? I bet you thirty bucks that you'll get to go on a second date with this guy."
He thought about it for a bit. "Hm... fine. Deal."
This was his first (and probably last) blind date. "All this hassle," he told himself. "For thirty dollars. Thirty damn dollars. Chris, what the hell did you get yourself into?"
Then at the corner of his eye, he saw a man come inside. He secretly watched him speak to the woman handling reservations. Silently, he crossed his fingers that he wasn't his date and that he would get ditched tonight. Then he saw him walking towards the table, most likely towards him...
No. He was too nervous. Chris made a dash towards the bathroom. After a long wait, he saw an empty table, emerging slightly relieved and incredibly guilty.
Nicolas sat at his side of the table, arms crossed and a charming smile on his face as he masked his panic upon realizing that his date was not, in fact, human.
They met at an anime convention. Sillhaine went out of curiosity when he saw so many odd-looking creatures huddled in the area, and Nicolas went out of pure love for everything anime. He stunned all with his Kamina cosplay (or more, people were just impressed with his finely toned abs), and he himself was impressed by Sillhaine's costume when he bumped into him. He was intrigued, not recognizing the reference, and spent a good chunk of the day talking to the man. Sill gave little responses and mostly avoided looking at the incubus, he seemed to have an angry look on his face the entire time. Nicolas chalked it down as the man being in character, and his admiration for the cosplayer jumped. He insisted they go to dinner later that day, and despite Sill's vague response (among the smacks he gave the incubus), Nicolas was delighted to see that he showed up to their meeting spot.
...
... still in costume.
It took Nicolas a few minutes to convince Sill that it was really him and that he was only dressed up as someone else earlier. After giving him a few smacks, Sill relented, giving the other man a curious glare when asked why he hadn't changed. He explained that he didn't cosplay, didn't even know what it meant until recently, and that he was a plush. It took several minutes for Nicolas to fully comprehend what he was told, and as he smiled sweetly as he waited on his date to order, he could feel beeds of sweat line his forehead. Plush? Like... Like a stuffed animal? What did that mean? Was it okay for Sill to eat? Panic shot through his body, but there was a small voice of reason in his head that kept him in his chair rather than running. He wasn't human, either, he reminded himself, and even though Sill was different, they still had a good time earlier at the convention.
So Nicolas gave it a shot. He talked to Sill about not being human either, and asked him about what it was like being a plush. Sill still avoided looking at him for the most part, but he was opening up more. And smacking him more. By the end of the date, Nicolas smiled and asked if he'd see the plush again tomorrow at the convention's second day. Sill blushed and grumbled something about maybe making it, then swung his arm to smack the incubus. Used to it by now, Nicolas reached up to grab the arm before it could connect and pulled the plush close to give him a kiss. He laughed lightly at the expression on his date's face before heading to his room.
I SAW COMET LOL Sorry I had too the two have interacted slightly before and he's the mostly likely to not get her being nasty too him. kittie
Dalila let out a shout of fright as she felt as though she was being thrown around and spun. The feeling made her nauseous and with vertigo setting in quiet heavily she really felt like she was going to lose her lunch, finally after what felt like hours (but had only been a minute) the feeling stopped. Opening her eyes she let out a retching sound as the colors overwhelmed her. Once everything seemed to settle down she was finally able to see where she was, in an empty park that had a dirt road leading to somewhere. With the sound of something akin to a loud pop she jumped and whirled around her bow out and arrow already set into the place, it needed to be in... Only the thing that she had expected to be a monster was none other than that little strange thing that she had been seeing quite a bit of lately.
The lines on its head were not there unlike last time and it took her probing it with one of the ends of her bow to have him jerk to life and the lines on his strange helmet going white and erratically moving. He looked around before he seemingly caught sight of her his 'helmet' lines turning grey and question marks appearing where the erratic moving lines once were.
"H-hey I know you! You're that cool huntress, do you know where we are?" His tone seemed to hold a bit of panic, but also curiosity causing her to frown feeling bad that she couldn't give him much more information.
"Well..." Dalila looked around at the many things her keen eye allowing her to see more than what was presented to them.
"This strange place, it's been abandoned and since there are no fresh human footprints it hasn't been used in..." She had gone over to one of the swingsets and examined the rusting metal before speaking again, "five possibly even ten years... the animals have been using it though. Fresh rabbit tracks only an hour old. The path up there leads to a town. the way the gravel was put makes that much obvious." Dalila had turned back to look at him only to raise her eyebrow at the fact his helmet was back to being white lines, but they weren't as erratic moving as before, in fact, they looked a bit like an exclamation mark... she wasn't sure though.
"You're able to tell that much from this?! That's so cool!" His lines had gone to a yellow.
"What do the lines on your helmet mean? They change so often I'm afraid I'm not able to understand... And why do you have no neck? Are you human or something else little boy?" Dalila questioned curiously as she tilted her head to the side at the smaller male... he seemed to take a bit of offense to the 'little boy' comment.
"It's not a helmet, but my head! The lines kind of change with my mood? Also, I'm not a little boy! I'm probably older than you" Comets lifeline mouth had gone a hot pink causing the huntress to start laughing at what sounded like he was embarrassed/annoyed by her little comment.
"Alright then, what would you like me to call you then? We have no way of getting out of here until we complete some sort of goal it seems." Dalila questioned curiously as she tilted her head one of her rare smiles gracing her face as her grey eye scrunched up slightly.
"Comet! And you?" Comet asked curiously tilting his strange head slightly. Dalila seemed to be mesmerized at the thought that someone could be alive without their head being attached to their neck to the point it took Comet tapping her shoulder to snap her out of her thoughts.
"Huh? Oh, Dalila... Er... since it seems we won't be leaving here for some time wanna talk?" Dalila questioned awkwardly having never been this long in conversation without either starting a fight or making the other person cry (this excludes Saleos who she quite frequently talks to haha)
"Yeah, sure! So..." And that was all it took for them to start chatting and for once Dalila didn't feel different and for once she was having fun.
I'd think that Dalila would take a liking to Comet as he reminds her of an overactive child. They'd most likely just talk with the each of them talking about their lives and Dalila would probably try and show Comet how to use a bow an arrow. Then out of nowhere fireworks and not long after that, they'll both be sent back to their worlds the same way they appeared in that area.
(obviously where dio is... still not actually real)
Aubrey hummed happily as they and Nicolas walked through the dealer's room, holding his hand and keeping a hold on his Dio ita-bag with the other. They'd come to a reconciliation early in their relationship: they both had their husbands and wives and they were allowed to keep 2D separate from 3D. They could still be loyal to their number one husband/wife (well... really, it's probably a harem of a mix of the two) and each other. Aubrey had to have it that way. He was sure Nic didn't mind it. They both got a little jealous every now and then, but there was no comparing to the real thing when it came to it.
Right now, Aubrey was Astolfo and Nic was Ritsuka. Fate was increasingly popular, and Astolfo had to be one of Aubrey's favorite characters ever (not to mention, the two were a lot alike - and looked alike). It was a perfect choice, and with Aubrey's penchant for couple cosplay, they had to rope Nic into being their "Master."
"You know, Sieg might have been a better choice..." they mused, though they caught a glimpse of a Sieg just as they said that. "...never mind. You're not really like Sieg, so this is the better choice, right?"
Of course, cosplay wasn't about being like the character, but dressing up and kind of looking like them. Aubrey got a little into it, though. Too into it. He was stopped for a picture, much to Nic's chagrin, but he flashed him a reassuring grin before posing cutely. Once the picture was snapped, he was back to his boyfriend's side, giving him a quick peck to the cheek for good measure.
"Relax, relax~!! You should've expected I'd be popular! I'm Astolfo, after all. I'm th-is.... is that the Shadow Dio Action Statue!?" they cried, gaze locked on a most-sought after figure. Aubrey dragged Nic over to the booth, bouncing up and down as they admired the (shirtless) Dio figure. He looked like he could cry. Probably would. Before Nic could say anything, he was digging into his ita-bag for his wallet, procuring the idol in exchange for currency. "Thank you very much!!!"
They were Over Heaven.
"It's your turn, now? Who should we hunt? Lemme guess.... Bayonetta!?" she asked, happy to make it fair. They continued throughout the dealer's room and artist's alley splurging on their husbands and wives, stopping for pictures, and enjoying the anime convention in general. Conventions were seasonal, and while they had other dates, these always had to be Aubrey's favorite. Every time he saw Nic's face light up, he couldn't help but fall a little more in love with him.
He clung to Nicolas' side as they walked out of the convention, nuzzling into him.
"Thanks for making today so great, Nic," he murmured happily. Time to unwind and go over the pictures they took. Another great memory for the history books.