forum “WHAT KIND OF MARRIAGE IS THIS!?!?” “One without an escape” OxO rp

Started November 13, 2023 by @FanfictionFanatic-The-Elder group

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Saw this prompt on Pinterest and it's been eating my brain for an rp.

After bitting a Fae, a Vampire claims that the Fae must serve them because the bite converted the Fae into the Vampire’s thrall. But the Fae claims that the Vampire must serve them because the Vampire ate Fae “food” without the Fae’s permission. As neither of them are willing to give up, they bring the case to a Lawyer.

“Congratulations!”

“On what?” they ask, confused.

“On your new marriage!”

I was thinking this could be a slow burn, possibly set in a modern world but we can discuss that once someone joins. I have a potential character for either role so… and of course, this is LGBTQ+ friendly.

Obviously, andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)’s rules apply.

(Here’s my character)

Name: Ashera Sylmare

Age: she’ll never tell but she looks to be in her mid 20's.

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Demisexual

Race: Fae

Physical Appearance

Eye color: dark green

Hair color: pale gold, reaching just above her hips, often with small random braids woven into it.

Skin tone: pale with a smattering of freckles across her cheeks

Body Type: slender, almost willowy

Height: 5’10”

Weight: proportional

Other Identifying Marks: pointed ears,

Position/Job: Alchemist

Attire: kinda hippie-ish, she loves the flowing skirts, dresses, and sleeves but when she's working the sleeves stay above her elbows and an old stained apron.

Personality: kind, compassionate, curious, doesn't let people treat others badly, can be very outspoken depending on the topic,

Magic: Her Alchemy and rune drawing/casting is learned but she does have some natural abilities over plants and minor telekinesis.

Background: TBD

Likes: plants, hot drinks, sunny days

Dislikes: others being treated badly, overcast skies, … but she doesn't mind rainy days or even thunderstorms.

Name: Belladonna

Nickname: Donna (but not anymore cus tragic backstory ;^;)

Age: over 200. Lost count

Gender: Female she/her

Likes: the dark, fruit, the color pink, calm people, lots of obscure books, finding her lost stuff, crunching leaves, making bread, writing with pens, books when they are well loved (aka broken and falling apart), b+, fiddling with her fangs, the number 3, long nails, and a lot of other random things.

Dislikes: really bright lights, when you accidently burn yourself woth the oven, dogs, Graves, holes, the sea, and chuckie cheese

Hobbies: Lots of little things. Lots of old practices. Book binding, painting w oils, knitting, quilting, writing, making typewriters, making hair rolls. Lots of little things to pass eternity.

Fears: losing everyone and everything.

Personality: more cold. She used to be open but people die.

Looks:pale with high cheekbones. Long dark brown hair. It's extreme thick and long. Often pulled back into braids or victory curls. Blonde eyes. She wears blush to make her cheeks pop and to not look so, well, dead. She's a rather average hight and a bit chubby. Fairly soft looking.

(Mine feels so unthought out compared to yours ;-;)

(Ignore how I'm gonna change my tense like 30 times)

The breeze sends cold air up my skirt and in my sleeves. I really should of worn something more modern out. But I need to feed and I like to look the part.

I spot a lone girl. Perfect. I've always prefered girls. The blood is much nicer.

Slowly I creep my way to behind her. Breathing in when she does. It's a common misconception that vampires don't need to breathe. I need to breathe less than a human but if I don't breathe ill fall into a coma. I'm not in the mood for a 100 year long nap.

Suddenly I'm sticking my fangs into her neck.

(no worries… though I’m going to use third-person)

Ash smiled a little as she enjoyed a brief night walk. It wasn't often that she took one but tonight was just to beautiful with the stars shining. If she hadn't been in the human world, she knew tonight would be a party amongst her people.

A soft sigh slipped from her lips as she closed her eyes for just a moment, reveling in the night air… before she felt a sharp pain in her neck, screaming in surprise.

(I'll probably end up switching at some point but for now I'm feeling first person)

She screamed. That's normal for most of them. I cover her mouth with my palm to silence her and continue drinking. I don't think I'll drain her.

Her blood tastes awful. I've never tasted anything like it. Its dry, like I'm swallowing glitter. Absolutely disgusting. But I'm hungry.

And who care what it tastes like. It's just a midnight snack.

Ashera knew what was happening as her scream was muffled. It didn't take her long to figure out that her assailant was a Vampire. She stopped screaming of her own accord as she started to get lightheaded from the blood loss. However, a part of her couldn't help but wonder what she tasted like as Fae were not a usual target. But that could wait till later. She just wanted the Vampire to stop.

"Gross" I remove my fangs from the girls neck. "What the hell are you because that is not human blood?"

I rub my mouth with my sleeve and try to clean off any blood with my fingers.

“Of course, it's not.” Ashera panted, covering the bite mark on her neck. “I’m not human. Why would I have human blood?” she asked rhetorically. Information was still power and she didn't want to say more than she had to since it worked both ways by Fae laws.

"Well what the fuck are you?" I looked at her. If looks could kill that thing would be dead.

"Your humanoid so that rules out alot. Are you a pixie or some shit?" I reach for her hair, trying to see if her ears were a different shape.

Ashera rolled her eyes at the Vampire’s anger before casting a glare of her own. “I am not a pixie and I’ll thank you not to confuse me for my smaller cousins again.” she huffed, brushing her hair back to reveal her pointed ears. “I am a Fae.”

"Whatever pixie stick" I roll my eyes and cross my arms. I feel 116 again.

I was turnt as a baby, I know, what kinda sick fuck sticks their fangs into a baby. My devolvopment was obviously stunted. Sometimes my brain gets confused and I act much younger than I am.

Being alive for much longer than you should will do that. God. How Old am i? I way lost count. 300 maybe? I'm pretty sure over 250.

"Anyways. Your mine now, or atleast you should be. I think I might of turnt you." I pause.

"Sorry."