"My, what did the cat let out of the bag now?" She said, smirking at Azra. An interesting being she was being paired with, but the personality was sinking a bit. She didn't mind though, knowing she wouldn't be too picky but there was only one issue. "If only my heart wasn't set on another. If we're getting married, we have some rules to set between us..."
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...
"Well this is awkward.." Andrea said, playing with her thumbs. She learned that she is going to be married to Daisha, despite Andrea already taken by someone else. The marriage is going to be unusual because Daisha is of French ancestry and Andrea is American. "Hopefully Glitched is okay with this." Andrea told herself, who was sweating a lot after hearing the news. "I like your fur colors, makes me want to hug you." Andrea said, blushing at the French hound.
Andrea's age isn't stated in her bio but she is 26, and she wacks big time in marriages lol. Please SFW :3
Gabe looked at Andrea with worry " oh no no no no this is scary, d-do I have to? I-" he hugged his balloonicorn plush and put on his gas mask small worried muffled sounds could be heard has gabe trembled he quickly became angry and got his flame gun and found a pile of logs he proceeded to burn down once he was done he turned to Andrea " I got nothing against you i promise im just... not ready "
Adrift_In_Nightmares thanks!!!
Nerine had a few ideas as to why someone would want her to marry a horse, and none of them were very kind. Whether or not Mystery was sapient, Nerine didn't give a shit, and if anything...
She looked like she would rather be dead. Six feet under. Shaking hands with Satan.
The woman stood on the altar, meeting Mystery's gaze for a moment, and then finally muttered her first response to this whole debacle, "You know, when they said I was going to marry someone, I was expecting some dipshit of a little man, not a fucking, uh..." She crinkled up her nose in disgust as she looked away from the mare. "I mean, no offense to you. I get the whole 'not being interested in men' thing, but I think I would even rather marry a man than a horse."
Alas, Nerine paused, and then shrugged. "I don't know if a man's much better, though, but aye. Aye." She ran her hands down her face, rubbing her tired eyes. "I'm not doing this shit, actually."
What would it do to her own wife's memory if she wed a weird pegasus-changeling-hybrid thing? ..Would Odette be ashamed? Oh, Gods, probably.
As if to ask the woman herself, she looked heavenward.
"I mean, if you really want to marry someone, I have a horse." she offered, forcing out a dry laugh, "His name's, uh... Fuck, I don't know, I never gave him a name. Call him Silver." That name made no sense, because her horse wasn't monochrome in any sense of the word, but also she'd likely forget later on. To put it bluntly, she didn't much care for her own horse, regarding him only as a means of transportation than a companion. There was also the issue of sapience, though, between 'Silver' and Mystery...
"Actually, you know what? Stick to your lady. You have a lady, don't you?" Nerine asked, though with a roll of her eyes just to reveal how little she cared for the situation. Mystery was fine! ..This little event did a number on the woman's impression of her, however. "Men are a waste of time. So am I, and so is a horse. It's a bit bizarre, isn't it? I don't know why they'd try to wed us at all." she added, "In case we're actually supposed to go through with this, would you rather die, or would you rather kill me? Or would you rather fight to the death and see?"
"given the legal opportunity, i will kill you"
Roswell was going to see the ocean. And he was going to taste the ocean. And feel the ocean. Because Nerine was going to hold him underwater.
Nerine stared daggers at the hand on her shoulder, her fists clenching. If looks could kill, Roswell wouldn't even be a ghost. But, Gods, did she hate men. They were disgusting, and they had stupid ass lip hair at least fifty percent of the time.
She contained herself just barely to mumble out a "yes" and then shift away from Roswell's touch.
Her poor gelding seemed as disgruntled as she was, even if to a far lesser extent. Maybe it was the cart he was dragging behind him that annoyed him more than anything.
"You have a very pleasant name." Nerine added, once she settled her nerves just enough to sound... robotic. He was obviously putting more work into this little facade than she was, unless they were going for the whole "stoic asshole and sunshiney happy secretly-an-asshole" bit. Alas, she also knew better than to fight against the whole ordeal, as the sooner she got through this debacle, the sooner she would be able to sit her ass down in her shitty cabin in the ass-crack middle of nowhere... and drink a nice cup of chamomile tea. And not have to worry about any of this.
"We would certainly appreciate it." she then said to the border guard, though still in a monotone, "We may even be able to spare our pelts, just for the chance. A warm pelt to stave off the cold winter nights." She could have used one of those pelts, though... It was so cold out in the West...
Nevertheless, with a glance at the coin purse Roswell held out, she released a long, heavy sigh, and then leaned back against the cart. All the while her gelding impatiently stamped a foot against the ground.
Can this line hurry the FUCK up?
"Oh no we're definitely married," Roswell told the border guard. He bared his teeth. Then stiffly petted Nerine's strong shoulder.
"She's me lovely woife. We're just travlin' outside the Pact because we want to see some marine animals. Roi? Cutie-pooty. Me sun among de fifty stars," Roswell continued. Filling up his lie.
"Der is no need for a check," Roswell reassured the guard. While calmly shrugging. "We're as 'open 'n straight (get it) as yer can get," he said. He rolled his shoulders. As if he didn't notice the glare of the guard or his 'wife'. "It's clear dat she loves me," he said. While pricking a cigarette between his lips and leaning forward into the guard post. He pointed at their false papers and let his finger wander over their names.
"She even took me name. Nerine van Breek. Ain't dat roi sweetheart?" He asked Nerine as he looked over his shoulder at her. Giving her a sweet smile. One that didn't quite reach his eye.
If she denied it and sticked to that 'moral code' of hers, the Citywatch was going to hang them. And he was going to kill her afterward. As a ghost.
"We're travlin' merchants and get by with our gelding, camel, and cart."
Gustav snorted. As if he could smell his owner's lies. "Pelt merchants," Roswell clarified. 'Middle-class - lowborn. Just scrapin' to get by and wantin' to see de ocean outside de Pact for once." Roswell said. As he slowly reached for his belt.
He plucked a coin bag from it. That he then gently placed in the guard's vision.
"If yer get what we mean."
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Roswell's life-motto let's be real
Who would have guessed! Him! Getting married? His late father would be so proud.
Thank the Void it was all a scheme. Roswell plucked at his bowtie and gave Stickers a big toothy smile. Oh. They were going to be so rich.
"Well yer look dressed to impress," Roswell taunted. He craned his head forwards and chuckled. "Yer sure yer don't wanna change? We want them to actually believe our scheme. Remember?" Roswell continued. He even stepped closer and pressed his hand on the other man's shoulder. He gently adjusted the collar with the other. "Dis coat looks loike yer found it in a garbage container," Roswell said. With a voice as sweet and thick as honey. "Oi'd suggest yer buy a new one with de money we earn from dis. Void! Yer can buy plenty of new jackets with de duiten we're earnin'!" He smiled.
Then lifted up his hands in a defensive manner.
"Roi, roi. Yer De boss," Roswell said.
"And 'ere was oi. Sentimental loike always. A fool for thinkin' dat his could blossom in some kind of, beautiful relationship between de two of us. But apparently, oi'm wrong," he said. Paused. "Or read too many romance novels."
The last thing on Stickers to-do list was marry somebody.
Well. According to this forum game, it was his number one priority now. He was getting married to the infamous Roswell Van Breek. For a good reason, of course. It was all an evil scheme. Though it was only to collect something for the greater good. Or- the greater less? Whatever it was, it was for money.
Stickers glared at Roswell. He seemed to be a bit more... Confident than usual. Way too confident. He looked pretty fancy, he had a nice white tuxedo and a black bowtie. Meanwhile Stickers had on his signature purple coat on. Classy.
"Let's just get this over with," he sighed, now speed walking down the isle. "After this I'm never speaking to you again." He sighed as Roswell had now walked down the isle after him. But hey- at least they would both get something in the end.
Oh the joys of being forced into a marriage, that's sarcastic if you can't tell.
Usually forced weddings and marriages and yada yada are usually in the royal field of people to continue on the family "legacy." But Rocky? He wasn't Royal at all, believe it or not he would wear ,maybe a cheap ass suit to a wedding if you're lucky. He didn't like fancy things at all so this wouldn't be a joy for him.
"Oh, it's you...again" (Side note: Rocky and Snickers have interacted in the past some times so I just am going to include that here :sob:) Rocky tucks his hands into his hoodie pockets and looks at the male infant of him. "Why do we have to do this? And you out of all people why you" He growls slightly, it was a low growl. Being a demon wasn't you only get horns and a tail no there was alot more than that so that where the growling came from.
"Is this at least going to be like a fancy wedding.." He sighs and asks to himself before speaking again. "Why meeeee" He groans to himself looking at snickers. "You really are a kill-joy aren't you." He groans.
"Fine let's get this over with I suppose."
Jamie shook his head in disappointment " look rocky, this just isn't right " Jamie hated to turn down opportunities but this was too much for the poor texan " our songs just don't have a harmony " he proceeded to go off on a bunch of medifors " you get the point but it looks like this whole conundrum is forced, look we can divorce day after ok? " Jamie gave a reassuring smile
np: Jamie will be pretty calm no matter what reaction. Infact he might just leave only after making sure your oc is ok
Edward looked the man up and down, he was a little surprised the age difference was not even a thing. Guess thats what happens when you are assigned baby sitter in your job. He seemed intelligent enough "You have a... masters?" He looked at him again "Thats pretty cool..." Yeah no, this was far too awkward. He slumped over in a chair, he never thought he would ever get married. Did he want to? Kinda. Did he wanna get married to a man he just met? Hell no. Jamie stood there far to calm about it. "You seem like the kind of guy that would say oh well if the world ended." He wished he could be calm like that "I guess it could be worse."
Not a happy man. He is married to his job at the end of the day
“This marriage is just for the legal reasons.”
Her first words to her future husband left no room for misunderstandings, and to be perfectly honest, Sirah doubted Edward had any misconceptions about this whole situation. They were going to be married. For legal reasons.
“It means I’m not here to make you happy or cook you a meals or even to be your friend. I just need you to look pretty and be real and do… whatever is it that you do for living.”
Someone had mentioned what he did. Some kind of pest control, she believed. Oh! Monsters! He hunts monsters! That’s what it was!
That… was actually kind of interesting. Sirah looked at the human man with more interest. Maybe he was alright? She still didn’t believe they would be madly in love at the end of the aisle, but maybe they could get along slightly better than she had originally thought.
“Well, then, my dear. Shall we get this thing going?” She grabbed his arm and gave him her prettiest smile - she could pretend to be a perfect wife in public when she had to. “Oh, look at that! Aren’t we a lovely couple!”
((Sirah is kinda handful, but I'm sure Edward can handle her))
Runa was quite for a few moments and then she sighed “I... I don’t really think this going to work out at all... but arranged marriages are arranged marriages...” she sighed again “I just hope we can put our differences aside and try to make this work. We both love nature... we can go for walks...”
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(confusedthing It does make sense! I live the interactions between these two you have no idea!)
(*rubs hands together* throwing that man at you again! losely throwing in that they've met before, hope that's okay!)
It had been a boring day, sadly, everything just going exactly as it should... for a second he even hoped to run into someone or something before entering his apartment, but that did not happen. But... something else did. As he entered the room he should have been familiar with he found himself surrounded by heavy stone walls, just dimly lit by an unknown lightsource. Now, that lifted his mood. Who didn't love a little surprise after all? Even if it meant mysteriously entering another dimension - or whatever this place was.
Upon further inspection he noticed the angel statues and decorations. A bit campy, weren't they? He had always preferred the biblical kind... much more interesting. When he reached the brighter, bigger room he had to admit that the glasswork was quite beautiful, reflecting on all the different surfaces, covering them in colorful patterns... still, a church was not exactly his favourite place to be. It made him wonder whose little world this might have been...
Another surprise awaited him when he noticed the familiar silhouette standing at what appeared to be an altar? "We could have just met for a drink, you know?" Sol asked as he was finally standing next to her and let out a slight chuckle. "Still, you look absolutely mesmerizing in that dress, dear." the man commented with a charming smile. "Although they could at least have decorated with cherry blossoms instead of roses, don't you think?" Of course Runa was not here by choice as well, he was aware of that. Right before the otherworldly ceremony was about to begin, he leaned in a little to whisper into Runa's ear, "Surely we can make the best out of this... situation", a reassuring smile on his lips.
(I am learning how to write in English, please let me know if some words don't make sense. xD) (I'm very glad!!!)
Oh it was this place again? If he only knew who was responsible for that... Sol chuckled at Pururin's words. "Someone like me?" he repeated, one of his brows raised slightly. "Who exactly do you think I am?" in contrast to the cupid the man seemed to find the situation quite amusing. "Now now, please don't cry, dear." he said with a smile, carefully caressing her cheek and wiping the tears off of Pururin's face. "Marrying wasn't one of my plans either, if that may offer any comfort. If we can't get out of this luckily divorce is an option, right?"
Pururin stood in a strange place in front of a strange man(quite a handsome one, but he was still no match for her brother...not like she'd ever thought about her brother that way! But still, she wasn't going to deny the obvious...yes), her blank expression changing in one of a huge shock and her cheeks slowly going from soft pink to tomato red as she was nervously fiddling with the hem of her skirt, her eyes wide and teary. How had this all happened? The whole situation was just utterly wrong!
She looked up at the man confusedly, trying to avoid his gaze as it made her even more nervous(was it even possible to become even more nervous at that point?)
"I-I'm sorry! B-b-but it must be a misunderstanding! I'm not ready to m-m-m-marry yet!" the cupid whined, looking down, afraid to look up again, "B-besides, I'm not a great match for someone l-like..you..." She added, her voice but a whisper.
The unnamed soldier had no idea how this happened. But he was now married to this girl. He'd briefly searched for the term and to his knowledge, a culturally recognized union between people. He figured this would be fine. Since this person seemed like she was in all sorts of distress. And that was his purpose now. To help citizens in need and in distress. Just earlier he had observed her falling down a few times; breaking a few things here and there. It was unusual for a person to be so 'clumsy.' And this person... was different. His new bride, Pururin was not of human according to his scans. She was of something else beyond this realm. Regardless, he will honor the union of beings.
The rogue soldier held onto Pururin's hands softly, and drops down to one knee. He places his forehead on her hands, then looks up at her. "I will protect you and keep you safe." He slowly rises back up. While doing so, he moves his hands gently over a cut she sustained earlier from falling today. "To keep you safe from harm and accidents." The soldier reaches into his pouch and takes out a pink bandaid with hearts over it. He attempts to open the bandaid, but rips it in half in the process. Then places the ripped bandaid over her cut.
At first the unnamed soldier just observed this person, tilting his head to the side often. He was quite different from the others he's been observing. The male was very talkative, jovious even. His new groom had a lot to say. Great things infact. And if he knew he had emotion, he'd probably been flattered and quite embarassed. No one's so kind to just come up to him and compliment him on things. What an interesting being he was. Perhaps having the cultural reunion to this one wasn't a bad thing. But would he be able to serve his purpose and protect this one? He seemed capable of doing that himself. Earlier, the soldier had scanned him for signs. And he was completely not human. Charts weren't even on a scale. Which brought more curiosity to the rogue soldier. The soldier finally replies, "Yes. You can accompany me. Though what I do may bore you." The soldier knew Caelestis wouldn't enjoy his company as he would enjoy the other's. This one was very outgoing, and the soldier knew that was something he could not supply the other with. A conversation, laughter, love, romance. Things his new partner would want. It would be evil and selfish to keep this beautiful man all to himself... Which. Ultimately.... Rather made the unnamed soldier feel... If he could feel, sad.