Aight Meme's ma boi, it's time for some gudgud rp ideas-
Aight welpp-here's one-
After mercilessly tearing down all your enemies and bathing in their blood, you have finally claimed your rightful place as the king of the Demon Realm. Everything falls perfectly into place as the the Iron Crown hits your forehead… Except there’s just one problem, nay, a minor complication: the former king’s bastard son, who went into hiding as soon as you started on your quest for power. You remember him vividly, his pathetic little face a heirloom of his feeble human mother. Frankly, he’s barely a threat. The dead king’s blood is so weak in him you could probably crush him with one hand — that is, if he’d ever dared to oppose you in the first place. And yet, merely knowing that he’s out there somewhere bothers you. Surely, there must be a reason, some detail your subconscious had caught onto before your mind could. A shadow of some conspiracy, a whisper of the prince’s plot to undermine your rule. Your keen mind keeps going back to the day of your last meeting, searching every tiny detail for a hint of malice, but the memory of the half-blood bastard just keeps staring back at you with those soft, dark doe eyes of his. It makes you sick. You are going to find him, and when you do, you are going to crush him into dust and give what’s left to the four winds. You are going to burn the libraries that still keep records of his birth, you are going to hunt down every last person who remembers his name and feed their tongues to the hell hounds, and maybe then… maybe then those wretched dreams of yours will finally stop.
cool cool! Numero dos-
“Dearest, will you be mine until death do us part?” he asked.
His boyfriend blinked in surprise, a smile slowly creeping across his face.
“My death or yours?” he asked in return.
“I’m sure you can guess, my immortal yet still idiotic boyfriend.” “
“Husband,” he corrected before pulling his partner close.
Oki! Ahem-ANOTHER-
“The Amour Festival is soon approaching, you know.” They tied the laces of they're boots rather than look at the magician’s face. They knew that if they looked into his soft brown eyes that the words would stick in their throat. “I hear this one’s supposed to be especially jubilant, given that the King and Queen have taken a wife.”
“Have you any plans? A special someone to keep you company for its duration?”