[RP] [OPEN] The Relationship Meme

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The Relationship Meme
nabbed from memebells

Dramatic or cracky, there are options for everyone who has a sudden itching to play out some ships.

↘ Post your character below, listing their name and series in the subject.
↘ Others respond after going to random.org and entering 1-16 for a scene, reply back and have some fun!
↘ Roll as many times as you like! Play out as many scenarios as you want! Just enjoy the fluffy or angsty goodness.

● 01 I HAVE A CONFESSION | There's someone you really like and it's finally time to tell them! It can be spur of the moment or elaborately planned out.
● 02 START OF SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL | You've just got together and everything is great! You can't stop thinking about each other or keep your hands off your significant other. You want to spend all the time you can together, doing whatever!
● 03 CAN'T GET IT UP | It happens to everyone, honest! For whatever reason, you just haven't been able to perform or maybe you're just not interested in sex. Is it because things are dull? Is it because you're not attracted to your partner? Or have you just been too busy or stressed out?
● 04 SAW YOU LAST NIGHT | You think you saw your partner in the arms of another - was it an honest mistake or is something honestly going on here?
● 05 FIRST TIME | It's the first kiss or the first time making love with your partner and you're so nervous and awkward, you're sure you'll mess it up! Maybe you do, but that's okay... they like you, right?
● 06 ANNIVERSARY | Two week, two month, two year, or whatever number you decide, that's how long you've been together with your partner and you want to do something special to celebrate it!
● 07 WANT YOU BACK | You broke up, but it was a mistake. You need to correct it ASAP... will your lover take you back though?
● 08 JUST MARRIED | Just married! Is it the wedding night? The honeymoon? You decide!
● 09 BAD ROMANCE | You're no good for each other and you know it! Unfortunately, your relationship is so sizzling, you can't break it off and you don't even want to.
● 10 FIGHT | You're both in one of those moods where you just want to sit around fighting over every little thing... bills or money, friends, your partner staying out too late, or whatever you can think of!
● 11 LET'S MAKE UP | Of course making up is the best part though! Whatever it was is totally forgotten now.
● 12 HONEY, I'M... | You've been feeling a little funny for a bit, so you take a pregnancy test and... oh no! Or is it 'oh great!'? Time to tell your partner either way...
● 13 ABOUT LAST NIGHT | Time to face that one night stand...
● 14 CHEATER | You're not being cheated on! You're the other person meddling with someone's lover! But for whatever reason, you just can't say no even if you know you should...
● 15 OBJECTIONS | You're facing a lot of objections to your relationship and it's starting to put a strain on it. Why don't you sit down and discuss it, see if you can work it out?
● 16 HAVE TO LET YOU GO | You have to break up with your partner... not because you want to! But because you need to protect them... can you do it successfully? Will they find out? You decide!

Comments

12 this will be so ridiculous

[romcom]

[Karkat has been in a good mood these past few weeks. People who didn't know him probably wouldn't spot the difference, but Kanaya and Sollux had both commented on it within two days of it starting. The reason is obvious. His matesprit/boyfriend/tanglebuddy/JOHN had finally decided that buckets were a totally acceptable thing to involve in their relationship, and after the short bout of lightheadedness and dehydration that comes the morning after a pailing, the afterglow had lasted for ages. Apparently humans can handle quite a bit more than trolls, but Karkat has been pleased to try to keep up. If a bucket got left shoved into a closet or sopor slime got on the floor because humans have something called 'morning wood', then that was fine, eventually they'd get settled in and the worst they're going to get is a difficult cleaning job, right?]

[WRONG.]

[John had slept over in Dave's room, which was fine with Karkat, who had gotten a good look at the two of them and deemed the moirails, so Karkat was alone in his respiteblock. He'd decided that maybe this was the best time to clean up after all of the wild sex, before the green stained the floor or one of his buckets became unsalvageable. After angrily scrubbing the floor around his recoopracoon for a while, he decided it was time to bite the bullet and clean the dirty bucket.]

[But there wasn't just nasty genetic material and what John had called 'cum' in that bucket. Sure, there was red crusted around the edges, but the material had gone beyond the slight congealing that was the worst Karkat had seen it-- there was some kind of solid blob at the bottom. Karkat pulls a face and pokes at the blob with the wooden part of his mop, wondering if it's stuck to the bottom. To his horror, it quivers, and then unrolls to reveal the tiniest grub he's ever seen. It's eyes are sealed shut like a baby purrbeast, and it's little head is fuzzy with black hair that hasn't grown in yet. It's horns are nubby like Karkat's, but with the tiniest ridges on the outside edges. It has red blood showing through its tiny grubby body and a pronounced overbite.]

[Holy. Shit.]

[With shaky hands and without breathing at all, Karkat gently picks up the child in the bucket. Up close, he can see can see that it lacks poison markers around its closed eyes- a boy. It gives the faintest little wiggle of its itty bitty legs and something in Karkat's chest squeezes hard. He cradles the grub to his chest the way he'd never had the urge to when he'd been caring for his infant friends-- this grub isn't a friend, isn't himself, it's his offspring. It's John's son.]

[Karkat bolts for Dave's room as fast as is trollishly possible, desperately hoping that he could catch John on the way there.]

[putthebunnyinthebox]

[John has long since deemed trollsex really weird on his scale of Weird, but it was weird in a good way. Well, once he got used to seeing slimey red tentacles coming from some fortress crotch barrier on Karkat's person. That was weird, like in one of his animes. But he got used to it, and he doubted anything was better. Whether it was the tentacles that curled and rubbed against his dick or the fact that it was Karkat, his boyfriend/matesprit/whatever, that was pressed against him that made the sex really awesome, he wasn't sure, but trust him, it was always really awesome. The buckets, er, he had to get used to those, too. It worked out great, though! Really!]

[He hadn't realized he was babbling about his sex life to Dave until his best bro told him he was acting like a girl who freshly popped her cherry and had to tell all of her girl friends. All of them.]

[As of right now, he's venturing out of Dave's room after a good ol' night of bro-on-bro bonding time with movies and popcorn, stretching his arms above his head and meandering down the hall back to Karkat's room. They could cuddle a bit, watch some more movies (John loved movies, oh man), have a sappy romantic dinner like in a movie they watched, and just be a happy interspecies couple with sloppy makeouts and cheesy romance lines. He never really pictured himself as the type of guy to be okay with settling down with someone (a dude, no less!) before he was even 20, but hey, that's how things had worked since his 13th birthday. Things happened, and mostly for the better, though usually after a lot of traumatic and conflicted events.]

[It's a huge surprise, although very welcomed, when he sees Karkat running towards him way down the hall. He grins and waves, stopping so that they don't accidentally collide or something. He wouldn't want Karkat to drop that red thing he's holding!]

Karkat! I was just coming over to see...you...

[The closer Karkat gets, the better it is for John to see that the red thing in his arms is kind of, well...moving.]

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[romcom]

[Oh thank fuck, John isn't in Dave's room right now. Explaining this to one human is going to be hard enough, especially when it's the father, it would be even harder if Dave Strider was present. The grub in his arms makes the tiniest little gurgling noise, almost inaudible, at the sound of John's voice and Karkat completely loses interest in his boyfriendsprit for the moment. He brings the baby up to his neck and cradles him there. The infant coos and the warm spot in Karkat's chest strains again. He tries to keep his voice down when he talks, a first.]

John, we have a fucking problem!

[He sounds almost reptilian when he hisses under his breath like that, but the grub seems to like it, nuzzling closer to Karkat, who looks surprised and swallows the lump in his throat.]

I thought there wasn't supposed to be a way for our fucking pailing to make fucking babies!

[He holds the grub out at arms' length, carefully supporting it. It whines at the lack of contact and Karkat hastily pulls it back into his chest, making soft clicking noises in the back of his throat. He turns bright red and stares fixedly at John as if daring him to laugh.]

[putthebunnyinthebox]

Uh--what?

[John's torn. On one hand, Karkat's being hilariously kind of adorable right now. On the other, if this is a prank it's really elaborate. On another, one from his magic chest, that red insect baby thing is really cute. And on the other from his magic chest, oh god wait hold up that's a baby and Karkat said "our" and oh god oh god oh god.]

B-babies?! Karkat--we're guys, we can't make babies! It's really cute, but--Karkat are you joking this is a little terrifying, to be honest.

[John's voice is probably too loud for the grub, but it's pretty normal John-is-shocked level. He can't take his eyes off the grub, how it's red just like his and Karkat's blood, the way it whined and Karkat's mothering--he doesn't know what to do.]

FIRST MAC TAG

[romcom]

[The grub makes a strange little trilling noise and twitches his ears. Karkat makes the same noise back, although it's a lot deeper in his adult troll voice. He's not really sure what the fuck he's doing, just that this feels natural, something he doesn't even have to think about. He knows a little bit about grub care and remembers being a grub himself, but this seems to come out of something far more primal.]

Well, fuck your human gender rules, we fucking made him, he's here and he certainly didn't fall from the fucking sky. He has your dumbass teeth.

[Karkat rolls the grub a little bit to show John his face. The similarity between its tiny fangs and John's retarded buck teeth is astounding. It wiggles all of its little legs and makes a noise that can't be anything other than a giggle. Karkat startles and stares at it. That is not a noise any of the grubs he's ever been stuck with made. They had squeaked and screeched and trilled and gurgled, but never giggled. Fuck, Karkat's pretty sure that Nepeta is the only troll he's ever met who giggles at all, and it was nowhere near that noise.]

Oh fuck that's so cute.

[Karkat's voice is a little strained, and he gently strokes the grub's head with the back of a finger.]

YEEEEEEEEEEE

[putthebunnyinthebox]

[Everything in John's existence seems to shut down. Fuck his human gender rules, Karkat is holding their child and it's every bit real. No, wait, he's every bit real, he is real and his little bitty legs are moving just as very real as the noises he's making. John touches his own teeth, feelings at them as he stares at the grub's. Oh god they're the same, they're the fucking same oh god. Shouldn't they have gotten nine months to prepare for this? This is sudden, it's really sudden, and he really doesn't know what to do from here. He played with the babies of his friends and their guardians way back in the ectobiology lab, but he really just...well, he was a really god baby-sitter and taught them the ways of Con Air. That was awesome.]

[None of those babies was his kid, though. A few looked like they could be, his and Jade's lines, but they...weren't. This little troll baby with insect legs and nubby horns and his teeth is, well...it's--he's his, apparently, and now John has two kids and oh man how is Casey going to take this.]

[He swallows thickly, and he's shaking a bit, because this is kind of a huge responsibility and he doesn't know how to take care of a trollbaby, and he's smiling despite all the nervousness when he, John's squirmy little grub-baby with Karkat, giggles and wiggles. Just. oh fuck. it's too cute. John comes up around Karkat's side that's absent of babby, slipping his arm around him and getting a better look at the grub.]

He's really cute. Kinda hoping he doesn't have your temper...

[He kisses Karkat's temple, and Karkat may be able to feel his slight tremors.]

So...what do we do, now? I don't know how to take care of a baby...

[romcom]

[Karkat instinctively tenses when John touches him, muscles preparing to violently gut his boyfriend. He's always a little bit weird about unnecessary touching, but he pities John and there's another level of thick affection there, so it's been a while since he made him go stiff like that. He takes a deep breath and holds it for a count of three. There was no reason for that. And yet, someone close to the little hideously-colored grub in his arms makes him want to kill something. Suddenly Rose and Kanaya's discussion over dinner about 'maternal instincts' makes sense. He slowly relaxes and leans against John. As he does so, his arms pull the grub closer to his chest.]

Fuck you, he might need my goddamn temper, growing up around these crazy assholes we call friends.

[He doesn't sound as angry as usual, though, more concerned. As much as he'll never say it, on some level, Karkat knows exactly where his anger comes from-- his life fucking sucked, and he doesn't want that for his little ball of teeth and legs. He hesitates when John kisses his forehead, and then cautiously brings the grub closer to him, which means more than it looks like. Trolls are inherently distrustful.]

It can't be that fucking hard, Gamzee and Terezi pretty much fucking raised themselves. Troll grubs aren't as fucking useless as your pudgy little human offspring. Besides, don't you remember your lu-- parent looking after you? Just do what he did, you lived to sexual maturity.

[He brings the grub up to his face and gently rubs his nose against its horns and forehead the way his lusus used to do. The grub purrs contentedly and opens its eyes for the first time. Karkat makes a distinctly crustacean clicking-gurgle in response.]

Okay, how the fuck does he get a name and symbol? There's no trial cave to earn one.

[putthebunnyinthebox]

[John chuckles, because he has the feeling Karkat's actually right about that one. He's already planning on pitching the idea of Dave being the godfather, and that, well. He didn't think that needed to be explained.]

No offense, but Gamzee and Terezi are the weirdest of you guys. And yeah, I remember some stuff but...man, don't you guys have books for this?

[Something in John's heart makes it turn to a puddle of gush at the exchange. Never in his life did he think that he'd be hugging a boy who was holding their bucket child and finding the absolute maternal air so fucking fulfilling. Karkat's noises are always pleasantly weird, but these are different, completely so. The distinctly inhuman noises still get to him, and there may be tears later.]

...Can I hold him?

[He almost chokes on his words, and the concern over a name and symbol and what the fuck caves are blown out of his mind. He takes his arm off Karkat and bends his arms in a cradle form, ready to take the grub if Karkat so lets him.]

[romcom]

[Karkat sighs heavily through his nose. John is being culturally insensitive again, although, really, where Terezi and Gamzee were concerned, there seemed to be something way more than culture going on.]

Why the fuck would we have books? Trolls don't raise wrigglers, fucktard.

[But the instincts are definitely still there, because Karkat goes very tense at the idea of having to put his little grub down for any reason whatsoever. He hesitates, makes eye contact with his baby and bumps noses with it and purrs softly, a comforting noise used mostly by young moirails to assure their palemate that they would be protected in whatever came next. The grub makes a little cooing noise that sounds more human than troll, and Karkat begrudgingly hands him over to John.]

One of us has to keep a hold on him or he'll grow up into fucking Eridan. That troll has a serious case of cold feet.

[Which, in troll society, means that their lusus didn't carry them around when they were a grub. Yeah. CULTURAL MISUNDERSTANDINGS, GO.]

[putthebunnyinthebox]

[He chuckles nervously at the sigh that usually means Karkat-exasperation, but it gets less nervous and more silly, because oh right he forgot about all that. Trolls were really weird, and he seemed to learn something new (or re-learn, rather) every day!]

Oh...right. Lusi and stuff.

[John's heart does that jumping-for-joy thing again. God. He's going to need to start a video diary of Karkat and baby, this was too cute. He swallows when the weight of the grub is in his arms, and there's a moment of awkward arm moving and handling and oh god. He does what he did when playing with the human babies way back when in the ectobiology lab, and even then he saw that more on TV. He mimics that and Karkat's handling, supporting the baby's head and cradling his body. Okay...bright red infant insect alien with buck teeth acquired.]

Eridan doesn't seem too cold feet-getting to me...maybe a little wussy, but--oh my god Karkat he's looking at me.

[And John is again immediately distracted from the things at hand, because the creature in his arms is staring at him. John smiles in a way he's probably never smiled before, because this is his child and he's never really...had one of those before. He jokingly considered Casey his daughter, but this grub was legitimately his and Karkat's. Without really thinking about it, he rocks on his feet, swaying slightly and shifting his baby hold to accommodate the curves better.]

Man...you're cute, little guy.

[romcom]

[Karkat rolls his eyes, rather dramatically, at John's continuous forgetting of the fact that he was raised by a giant crab monster. Seriously, you'd think that would be the kind of thing he'd remember. It's not like Karkat ever forgets that John was raised by his ancestor, for fuck's sake. It's the kind of cultural detail even Strider remembers.]

I don't know what he's going to fucking do without having to clean up after a big angry animal his whole fucking wriggler-hood.

[Oh, hush, Karkat, we all know you miss your lusus. Your feelings jams with Gamzee happen to be loud enough to be heard through the wall.]

John, are you fucking blind, he's so goddamn needy every fucking second-- oh fuck he knows you're his other genetic donor doesn't he.

[Okay, so, Karkat is officially crying. Like, dripping pink all down his face like a child. He covers his mouth with his hand and just stares at the little cross-species infant wiggling its legs at John and smiling. When John talks directly to him, the grub gurgles softly and turns its head to chew on the fabric of John's shirt, never breaking eye contact with his human father.]

[putthebunnyinthebox]

[John rolls his eyes right back, though with less seriousness and more "oh you". He shrugs at Karkat's concern, deciding he's probably better off not poking at troll stuff again.]

We could give him toys, duh. I think he'd like blocks to pick up and scatter and build with.

[He's about to make some comment about Eridan, but honestly baby is more important and John turns his attention completely to his little grub in his arm, laughing and a little breathless.]

Oh--yeah he...I guess he does, yeah.

[He shifts the grub to be supported with one arm, gently reaching with the other to pet his baby's cheek with the back of his finger. Fuck his shirt, this little guy is looking at him and making adorable sounds and John is so, so taken with his grubbaby.]

He's totally gonna put a hole through my shirt.

[He says with an exact tenderness and loving amount of a proud, endeared parent. He's heard the tone so much from his dad, but it's been years now and it's not like he's actively aware of his father-mimicking. When he looks up, his heart clenches, as it does when Karkat cries, only this time John knows it's not from anger or sadness. He feels a prickling at the inner corners of his eyes and he steps forward, returning his arm to cradle their baby and bending just enough to press a kiss to Karkat's forehead over strands of bangs. He leaves another kiss, and another, and then returns upright. He reaches out to rub at Karkat's tears with his thumb.]

Hey, we're gonna be in this together, maybe we should think of a name?