forum The Masochism Tango (o/o with lots of spice and drama~)

Started September 07, 2023 by Deleted user

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I hate vampires but this stupid idea came to me in a dream last night and I couldn’t resist.

Your character is the human prince and heir to a small kingdom by the seaside, a kingdom often plagued by invading armies and pirates. Your character’s (somewhat abusive) parents decide to marry your character off to a wealthy vampire lord in exchange for protection of the kingdom. The vampire lord is known for his ruthlessness, cunning, and cruelty, and so obviously your character will do anything to escape him. But before the marriage, the vampire wishes to have your character over for a week to see if your character will be a practical mate or if he should call the whole deal off kinda thing. Your character is sent on a boat and shipped over to him, but when they actually meet the vampire lord, they’re more than a little surprised at his demeanor. He’s kind, chivalrous, incredibly protective of your character and ultimately a gentle host and seemingly genuinely decent man. But there are secrets behind this vampire, and secrets will be unveiled between them both…

So uh yeah that’s it that’s the plot, I’m literally just writing this because I’m gay for my stupid little ideas in my stupid little brain and I couldn’t stop thinking about this concept.

Tw for themes of abuse, sexual assault (NO graphic s/a content, I will note- just some backstory stuff for my character) substance abuse and overall just general violence gore dark themes etc… as well as probably some smut which will be taken to DMs. I can respect any triggers that are of note but this RP for all it’s surface level fluff will probably be very dark and I don’t want to get too into spoilers but all that just to say, it’s gonna be a ride. So have fun my dude, and let’s fucking goooooo!!

Templates to be posted if they’re actually needed otherwise we can just briefly discuss plot and characters and then jump in.

Name:
Age:
Gender Identity:
Pronouns:
Orientation: (was hoping this could be mlm romance but idk)
Appearance:
Wardrobe:
Personality:
Species:
Skills:
Weapon(s)?:
Theme song(s)?:
Other:

(Haha. I can get overboard with my descriptions so I'll try to shorten it XD)

(No go wild! I love to read stuff I just hate to write it lol)

Name: Lysander Salem Alphonse, aka the Cruel Lord Night
Age: He’s a much newer vampire, but still quite old by human standards. Around 650~ but looks about 20.
Gender Identity: Trans man, vampires are pretty accepting they just also like to murder you.
Pronouns: He/him
Orientation: Gay boy fey boy slay boy outta my way boy
Appearance: On the shorter side, around 5’8” so like… still fairly tall, but not huge. Salem has deep, umber toned skin that glistens like diamonds (twilight reference? In this economy?), with faintly blue translucence over the top that shines iridescent in the light. Salem has an extremely long set of braids that when down meets just below his waist, with golden thread braided expertly in his hair as a symbol of status. He ties his hair up most of the time however, better to have it out of the way in order to avoid people using it as leverage in battle. Salem has very handsome, sharp features, with cheekbones sharper than glass shards and gorgeous golden eyes with snake pupils that always stare into your soul in a comfortingly off putting way, if that make sense (we love oxymorons here). Salem has faint freckles as well, golden dots like stars against a night sky. We do like gold over here lol. Fangs are retractable but you can generally see them a bit regardless of their length.
Wardrobe: Deep purple robes with red and gold trim, in a simple style not unlike a scholar or doctor. If not for the obvious royal color choices you’d think Salem was a student or citizen.
Personality: honestly this one is way more complicated than I’d like to get into so we’ll just say he’s outwardly fairly friendly, but distant to most people and ruthless in battle.
Species: Vampire
Skills: Salem is skilled in battle, but is also a keen artist and musician with an eye for beauty.
Weapon(s)?: Generally a sword in battle, a dagger in an emergency, and teeth as a last resort.
Theme song(s)?: The Moon Will Sing by the Crane Wives, Maniac by Conan Grey
Other: Loves animals, and loves people who love animals.

(I've got like three different names I wanna use facepalm)

(Oof lmao)

Name: Crown Prince Stefan Augustus Fraiser
Age: Twenty-four
Gender Identity: male
Pronouns: he/him
Orientation: bisexual
Appearance: Stefan has a slender yet athletic build, standing at about 5'10. As crown prince, he is trained in the art of combat, even if he would prefer to shut himself away from the world in his library. His ashbrown hair has been shorn much to his dismay. It sits as a curly mess on top of his head. He prefers to keep it long, often staying it with braids and such, but his parents forced him to cut it. He cried that night. He has striking blue eyes, neither of which come from his parents but his grandmother, who had long passed. Faded freckles were scattered across his straight nose. His lips were full. His brows were well maintained. His features were soft, nonthreatening. He could almost be described as feminine-looking. Almost. Had it not been for the few scars on his body, he could be described as perfect.
Wardrobe: Stefan's wardrobe can be tricky. He is a fashionable man by any means, but not as a prince, but as a scholar. Instead of wearing vests and doublets and jackets befitting an heir, he preferred his peasant tunics and trousers. He often wore a pair of glasses when reading for long periods of time and preferred transcribing texts and diving into a world of knowledge through literature. He wore fabrics of all different colors and often adorned jewelry of gold. He had a piercing in one ear he would wear a stud (it used to be both ears). He would wear rings on his fingers and a simple necklace around his throat.
Personality: Stefan has a scholar's heart. He had been born into the wrong family, something he was so reminded of. He preferred the company of books and scrolls to that of soldiers or courtiers. Politics was a game he preferred not to play. There were too many rules to keep track of and too many schemes to take the risk. He'd prefer not to find himself on the other side of schemes and gossip than he already was. It's not that Stefan doesn't talk much, it's that there's never anyone stimulating to speak to. The people who approached him in the palace always wanted something from him. His hand, to climb up the social ladder. His money, his parents. it was always something. And they always talking in circles, darting away from the point. It was exhausting. He's rather to speak to someone as intellectual as he or never speak again.
Species: human
Skills: Stefan is fluent in five languages and learning a sixth. He's a very smart man and is often underestimated due to his looks. He's not very frightening or even authoritative-looking. Who would suspect him? He enjoys knitting as a past time. He taught himself years ago when he was imprisoned- grounded- in his room for six months. Now he makes them for all of his cats.
Weapon(s)?: a sword, unfortunately
Theme song(s)?: i don't listen to enough music for that
Other: He has more cats than is socially acceptable

(Lol oof)

(Sure! Sorry for the late response I was hanging with friends and it went a bit late)

Salem’s little prince was arriving today, escorted by his own most trusted guards to make sure his travels were as safe and comfortable as possible. Stefan would have had every luxury available to him, comfortable clothes, a warm bed, good food and drink and plenty of Salem’s favorite books to keep him entertained. Truthfully, Salem was dreading this. He didn’t see the point of the whole exchange, but as but a junior member of the Dark Court, he couldn’t say no to an offer to bring about yet another well needed peace treaty with the human world. He dreaded having to keep his deathly cravings at bay, after all, living flesh was all too tempting to a vampire. Well, and even if Salem rarely indulged in sentient beings outside of war it was a risk he didn’t like taking. Taking lives was all too normal for vampires, but when they could reason with you, it made it even harder to stomach.

This was essentially an early promotion, but it felt like a chore. Salem was used to those, but he didn’t think the Dark Court would stoop so low as to give the man who was clearly as uninterested in sex as you could get without being fully celibate a mate. Sure, Salem was used to sex, and could navigate the bedroom with ease. But he often ended up preferring to just… read? Sew up old tapestries, perhaps? Talk about philosophy and literature and really do anything but actually do the deed. It was clearly both mocking and praising his last brutal performance with the Northern Tribes, a conglomerate of mixed opinions that needed to be given a lesson in what happens when you disgrace sacred burial sites.

So, Salem sat in his room that he’d be sharing with the human for the next week, a shockingly short amount of time to get used to someone seeing as he’d lived well through half of the usual thousand years a vampire typically got. Why only a thousand years? Madness, typically, otherwise just run of the mill assassins trying to prove shit. Salem didn’t care for life after death, or death after death, he just wanted to be left alone with his books and his history. But the room needed a bit of preparation to look perfect, he’d not touched the corners in two centuries and they needed dusting. Typically the bedroom was reserved as a sleep spot and exiling ground for books Salem hated. Salem rarely came across a book he wasn’t willing to give a chance and rarely slept, so he needed to prepare the space in a way that actually looked presentable. Outside of routine maintenance, the place looked like a haunted house.

So Salem rose from his melancholic, pretentious stupor and set to cleaning about the room. He lit the lamps with fresh oil, moved anything unseemly out of the way that could be construed as a tripping hazard, and replaced the moth eaten curtains and bedsheets among other important cleaning tasks too numerous to list here, that’s how much the place had gone to shit. By the end, Salem was covered in dust and cobwebs and needed to shower. Which, he did, drawing some water and making sure to shave the stubble from his face, scrubbing off not to ceremoniously and then finding some fresh clothes. All of Salem’s clothes save for ceremony or war were the same, it saved him from having to make unnecessary time consuming decisions despite the fact that to all intents and purposes he was immortal and could probably get away with having to choose what to wear (he’d never admit that he just hated the way most clothing felt and didn’t like to be a showoff anyways).

Salem, satisfied that he was presentable, went to the front doorstep of his small manor to greet Stefan. He wanted to make a good first impression and then basically just hide from the human for the next seven days. If he was going to be married, he wasn’t going to go down without a fuss. Hopefully the Dark Court would see how much he hated this, and choose to void the contract or pass it along to someone else.