“Hey, hey hey! Since when was this wedding arranged?!” The short, tempered man yelled. He was clearly not up to this at all, as he crossed his arms and scoffed in anger. ”Seriously! I didn’t sign up for this shit!” He looked down at the moment and then looked up at the strange, TV-head man. He looked menacing, and definitely doesn’t look gullible, but Kenshi had a good idea on how to ‘use’ him. Maybe it’s not so bad after all?
EDIT: PLEASE ONLY BUMP THE THREAD EVERY 2 HOURS PER PERSON! Also, refrain from posting characters under 18!
I've thought of this weird idea after listening to some love songs and even wedding songs. This is probably the forum game we never needed, but I'll still post it for the heck of some giggles. So, how the heck does this work?
This is like Persona Q's Group Date Cafe dungeon, except it's completely random.
As you entered the place you were supposed to enter, you encounter something else. You are surrounded by sculptures of angels and adornments of white ribbons and bows with roses at the middle. The warm sunshine pierced through the colorful stained glass, emitting kaleidoscopic reflections. As you look up, you see the sacred illustrations at the ceiling.
You're confused. Tried to move, you noticed something off... Your clothes... Instead of what you last wore, your clothes changed to that of a bride/groom's due to some unknown phenomena. As you look straight to the altar, someone is waiting for you.
In short, you're getting married prior your notice.
Now I've explain what the heck's going on, let's proceed with the rules:
- Your character must be above 18 years old.
- Unless 24 hours have passed, you can only post every after 3 posts.
- Please have at least 3 sentences in your reply. Although this is a crack roleplay thread, please be literate and legible with your replies.
- Claim a post when you have a rad idea for a reply.
- Please tell if you want your OC's sexuality to be respected. Though since this is a crack thread, I don't really mind for myself, surprise me.
- Please, make your bio readable to logged in users, at least. If you were to post a locked character, you will be skipped without your notice.
- Remember, this is just a crack thread and this is an AU, and this will never be canon. OCs who are taken can also take part, if you don't mind the cursed NTR.
- Though if you really want to marry the OC above you, might as well ask the user about it before actually marrying them.
- Rules can be changed anytime.
How does this work?
It's hard to explain it with words and I can't type as much since my back hurts, but let's do it like this. Don't imitate my examples, though.
- 1st guy
- 2nd guy: "Y-You've got to be kidding me. There's no way I'll marry someone as sacrilegious as you! In fact, I am already married! Well why would you...?!"
- 3rd guy: "W-Why am I marrying this guy?! I mean, we're both guys and I only like pretty girls! He reeks, too!"
- and so on...
"wha? a wedding? how arranged this?" no reply.
kronas looked down at the rather weedy-looking man, "and im marring a human!?" sensing something off in his demeanour, kronas stepped back a bit and sized him up. "well, I don't really have that much of a choice. not like im already on the government's wanted list. at least if I get caught, you're gonna go down with me." she muttered, looking him up and down again with her eyes finally settling on his messy hair, which she quite liked.
"you're cute... but you seem unfit for chasing monsters. don't take that personally"
(I hope this is readable, my writing isn't very good)
Ozias looked over the demon in front of him curiously, fidgeting uncomfortably with his 'new clothes'- oh, this was not okay, he loved his jacket, he'd be sure to deal with whoever took away his coat in a very not-so-nice manner, "Alright, a few things.. why would a demon even want to... get married? Isn't that more of a.. Christian thing? And even if that isn't an issue, I wasn't aware that demons even could be forced into things like marriage..." the necromancer questioned uncomfortably. He might be someone who spends most of his time around mindless and soulless corpses, but demons... well, he wasn't necessarily the biggest fan of them. For reasons pertaining to his background, and how he developed his powers, he was understandably put on edge at the concept of being forced into wedlock with a being such as Erithiel.
"I'm afraid I don't think we'd be the most compatible pair, to say the least... Are you certain there is no way to call this off? Not that you wouldn't make a... fine partner, but demons and I don't generally.. get along.. heh.." he laughed nervously.
"Another magic user- hm... though I'm not sure I'll be particularly at my best with necromancers. I wouldn't say I'm not fond of them... it's just my magic and their magic are two different things, if you understand that. But, I am experienced with the dead! Knowing me, I'm not friendly with the dead either. Plus, you're kind of a loner - I don't think you'd want to marry a party man like myself. Otherwise we'd be having loads of dead people dancing on the dining table."
He rolled his eyes and threw his head back. "Of course! There's no way I'm going to let that happen! I'm pretty sure if we get married, we can wiggle our fingers and create some fantastic spells. That's why we're getting married right? Unfortunately, we would also be living in separate houses... because that's definitely what married people do...."
"Mmhmm, I could get used to this arrangement," murmured Marcia, licking her lips.
In truth, the only aspect of this arrangement she didn't particularly like was the unnecessarily lace-laden gown she'd found herself in. No Roman confarreatio would ask its spouses-to-be to wear something this ridiculous. But the grandeur of the environs, the light scent of roses on the air, and most of all the fact she had clearly won this blind-wedding lottery by a landslide and was about to be married off to a rare handsome beast of a man, formed a very pleasant set of circumstances indeed.
"Saurin, did you say?" she crooned. "That suit does flatter your build." As naturally as breathing, she took his hands, and when their fingers met, she could barely avoid noticing the crackle of some power beyond explanation on his skin. She had never been close to them, but she wasn't averse to the magically-inclined, oh no, and besides, she had some of her own magic to work, should it ever come to that...
Now, she would've liked to have a choice in the matter of whom she married, but her partner-to-be certainly lent himself well to coaxing willingness out of her. No, Marcia wasn't about to call this off. She would very much like to see where this wedding would lead them.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" The larger demon growled through his teeth which made cool air plume out from in between them. Lupin clawed at his new tuxedo in anger. He hadn't remembered how he'd gotten in this situation in the first place, but somehow he'd managed to get into a wedding arrangement with that thing. He squinted and scowled at Sleepy standing-- slouching-- sleeping at the altar in front of them with a new ring glistening on the smaller demon's ring finger. Lupin took a moment to look at his own stiff clothes. Crisp tie, a clean suit, new shirt, since when did he even get all these things? Lupin glanced down at his hand, and a sudden burst of outrage filled him once he noticed the new golden ring on his own finger.
"Listen, I don't know how the fuck I ended up getting married to the likes of you, but I fucking assure you this isn't going to last. I'm already fucking married for fucks sake. And it doesn't look like you give half a shit either with you falling the fuck asleep. Do you even know who the fuck I am? My name? How about anyone you were talking to earlier?" With an angry hiss he ripped the new ring off his finger and threw it to the ground. "I don't give a damn how I fucking do it-- But i'll make sure I fix our little arrangement."
"A- A piece of fate? ... Don't like the sound of that." In fact, he knew someone - and that person was very close to him - who was involved in Fate itself. Let's just say that their friendship is full of nothing but roughhousing, bloody noses and broken bones.
To be honest Enigma's appearance freaked Zaleos a little. And this was coming from a grey-skinned pink haired man with wings on his head. The closing was... jarring, and the mask was staring back at him like it was looking into Zal's soul. "You're not really my type," he put it bluntly. "But let's just get this over with, and then we can get a 'divorce' and live our own lives. Is that what humans call that?
Hey, don't look at me like that! Aren't the rates like, 50% anyway?"
"What are you talking about?" Zaleos laughed. He pinched both of Ethan's cheeks, "Don't be such a downer at our wedding. You're plenty cute!~"