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((RP starter! Tell me if reading, please. No minors! Royal Alien Refugee on Earth AU: I rp as Keith who is the crown prince of the Galra and crashlands on earth after a wormhole jump, thengets rescued by Shiro. I’m looking for someone who roleplays Shiro for Sheith (and Katt/Shatt if you want to rp Matt, too!)! Earth has never had contact with aliens, so the beliefs in them are slim. The Galra have a/b/o-inspired traits (humans do not!), but how far those go depends what you’re comfortable with. Cue comical cultural differences! Shiro could be a college student and live by himself or with a roomie, etc, all of that is up to you! I appreciate creativity. I’m on tablet. )) -- Keithek sighed as he watched the earthling pace, overwhelmed by the alien he rescued. A prince at that. And a refugee from a potentially disastrous galactic war galaxies away from earth, too. Keithek could understand the distress and confusion, thus he hadn't bothered to correct him when the earthling kept calling him ‘Keith’. “What seems to be unclear, Shiro?”, he asked, sitting cross-legged on the couch, still wearing his ceremonial clothes, a purple skin-tight suit with a hood and a hole at the back for his tail. His earrings were made of quintessence stone, a bright golden colour, and his hood and suit were decorated with threads made of it, stitching a delicate pattern on the fabric. He remembered the ceremony well, how Zarkon had challenged him as was tradition but before their battle could finish properly, Zarkon had instructed his forces to attack. Thus, Keithek had had to flee. But, stuck on earth with a broken ship now hidden under grass and leafs where it had crashed, the young Prince could do little more than wait to be found by the royal guards. Zarkon had known that with Keithek, who looked mostly Altean (although what the public didn't know was that truthfully he was half-human, not Altean) and was young and rebellious, a new era would begin and the ex-war general had obviously not liked it. “I will explain again if you need me to.”
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Do you mind doing this on discord or something? I really like the prompt and I've had too many great rps be cut off by omegle
(( i totally dont mind exchanging discord handles, but i'd like to stay here for a bit if that's aright with you ))
((thats fine! My discord is NomadicIntent #0675 ))
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Shiro rubbed his chin as he paced, looking thoroughly confused. It was a lot of information to take in, and a lot of it sounded fake if he was being honest, but what stood before him was most definitely not human. Or at least, not fully human. "So, let me get this straight. You're some sort of alien prince, and you were at some kind of... alien ceremony? And then your father, who's some kind of alien king, tried to kill you... which is a tradition? but then he brought out a whole army of other aliens who also tried to kill you, and somehow that lead to you being here." He said, sounding utterly lost, like his entire world had been turned upside down and everything he had believed was false. Which- to be fair- wasn't entirely untrue.
Keith sighed out heavily, fingers tracing the bandage Shiro had put on him as they arrived home. It was little more than a burnmark from something where he had probably fallen on. It certainly wasnt as ugly a scar as the one Zarkon had slashed across his face. He hadnt gotten to treating it yet until Shiro had put some weird-smelling ointment on it. "No," he groaned out. "I'll explain again. My mother is the Empress of Daibazaal. But when she had a kid out of wedlock, she married Zarkon who didnt have a right to the throne so he was our general until he got exiled for leading an invasion against Altea. Which was just fine cus I turned out looking a lot less Galra thank expected." Keith pointed to his very human-looking face. "However, that meant that Zarkon has a right to the throne because he's now part of the royal family, even if not by blood- Which is a goddamn mistake in the law which I'm going to fix once I get home." His voice was more of a beastly growl as he said those last words. "But, that means that he was allowed to participate in the duells for the crown. I've been trained my whole life to win but Zarkon is.... nearly unbeatable. For some reason he decided not to play by the rules and lead a coup." Even though he had been winning the battle. "My /real/ father is a human peasant and that's why I was sent here. The Galra don't know that Earth even exists, which is why this is the safest place for me to be until the Blade of Marmora comes to get me." Keith continued kneading his claws into the couch cushion. "Got it now? And I'd rather not be called an alien, that's disrespectful."
(( i'm having fun overcomplicating keith's story hahah ))
Shiro looked even more confused than before, his pacing halting as he took in the new information. "I apologize, I didn't mean to disrespect." Shiro finally said after a moment of processing. "So you're part.. Galra? And this Par- Zarkon? person- or galra in this case- is your stepfather who's basically just pure evil and is trying to take over the universe." He said slowly, trying to make sure he had all the information right.
Keith deflated at Shiro's apology. "We're all Galra. I am, too. Halfbreed or not, Galra blood runs true." Halfbreed was technically an offensive term, thus he said it bitterly. Nearly all of the Galra werent completely Galra anymore, genetically speaking, but it was fairly rare for the royal family. Keith would be the first part-Galra emperor. Although it was likely that even the royal family wasnt pureblooded anymore for a long long time. "Yes, Zarkon's plan is to expand the Empire until he is ruling the entire universe is Galra territory. And if he becomes emperor, he has a real chance to do so. Our military is massive and there's abundance of Quintessence in the core of our planet that has been harvested since the beginning of time, bringing us wealth and power and fuel. He /cannot/ win or we're all doomed."
"Quin- what?" Shiro said, furrowing his brow at the unfamiliar word. His brain felt practically fried at this point. It had been edging towards that point for a while now- what with his college mid-terms coming up- but this was pushing him over the edge. He still had no idea how he was going to explain to his dorm mate why there was a fancily dressed, odd looking guy in their dorm. And the imminent doom of the ENTIRE universe? How was he even supposed to respond to that? Does he contact NASA or something? No- they'd never believe him even if he did try to tell them. Shiro was at a loss, running his hands through his hair like he usually did when overwhelmed or nervous.
Keith sighed out heavily once more. "If you're thinking about alerting your authoritied, I'll advise you against it. I've been warned of doing so, it will only cause more trouble than there is already. We're a whole wormhole jump away from Daibazaal and even if you do have the technology for wormhole jumping, I gurantee you your military isnt strong enough to stop Zarkon." As Keith continued needing at the couch with his sharp claws, he was slowly but surely ripping the fabric. "And Quintessence is a matter that is essentially life to us. It fuels our ships, powers our machines and can be formed into all sorts if things like jewellery-" He pointed at the rings pierced in his ears. "And medicine and even drugs, although that's illegal. The only other planet with such abundance of it was Altea. But after Zarkon's unauthorised attack, they've been scattered all over the universe." There was a reason why Keith's mother nowadays told everyone that Keith was half-Altean, a species nearly untraceable now. "Look, you dont have to worry about the whole co flict too much. We're nkt planning on involving earth in our conflicts. All I need is to stay here for a little while until the Blade of Marmora finds me and takes me back home." Even if Keith wanted tk leave earth, his ship was a complete wreck and had practically exploded little after Shiro had dragged his body out of the cockpit. All Keith had managed to rescue was his backpack. "You'll be rewarded if you give me a place to stay in the meantime."
"I was going to let you stay, either way, no need for a reward. I wouldn't leave anyone to the streets, never mind someone who is injured. Even if you aren't from this planet" Shiro said, sound almost offended "But if you're going to stay, would you please stop tearing up the couch? This is going to be hard enough to explain to my dorm mate as it is." He let out a weary sigh "And you can't be wearing something like that," Shiro gestures at what Keith was wearing, "Around Earth. You can borrow some of my clothes." He said, moving to his dresser to grab one of his smaller shirts and a pair of somewhat small shorts his dorm mate had bought him as a gag gift. Shiro was glad he had held on to it, as he was sure none of his pants would fit Keith properly, and Shiro didn't have any shorts of his own. He set them down on the couch next to Keith. "You can change in the bathroom," He said, pointing to a door at the far side of the room.
(( this is where i ask how comfy yoy are with a/b/o hahah ))
((I'm fine with anything lol theres not really anything that bothers me))
((I rp a/b/o quite a bit so I'm used to everything in it))
(( fantastic, aright! ))
Keith had, admittedly, not noticed that he was tearing up the couch and as Shiro pointed that out, he looked down in surprise. But either way, he was polite and took his hands off the cushions, retracted his claws. "Forgive me," he responded, perking up at the sound of a change of clothes. "I'd much like that. I'll admit these ceremonial suits are never very comfortable no matter how efficient they are for duells." The suit armored him well and allowed him mobility, but it was tight in places that he'd rather have loose. He waited impatiently for Shiro to return and once he did, he took the clothes and hurried off to where the earthling had pointed to. There, he started to finally peel off the suit, sighing out in satisfaction and rubbing at his scent glands on his neck. Soon enough Keith had washed the smeared makeup off his face and dressed up, coming out of the bathroom hesitantly, hands covering the sides of his neck. "Are... are all human clothes so exposing?", he asked, face flushed. The shirt was baggy on him and the shirts were quite short, bright red with the words JUICY written in white on the back. But the shorts werent what Keith meant.
Shiro looked up from his phone from where he had sat on the couch after Keith left. He had sighed upon inspecting the hole Keith had left but determined it was nothing a needle and some thread couldn't fix. "Sorry, I don't have any other pants that will fit you. If it's too uncomfortable we can go to the mall or something tomorrow and get you something that will fit properly," Shiro said apologetically, assuming it was about the shorts.
Keith frowned, rubbing at his neck shyly, knowing that his scent must be stronger now. After the excercise of the duells his scent was all the stronger. "It's.... it's not the shorts. Although they're a little short.It's never this warm in Daibazaal." Keith shifted, naked clawed feet catching in the carpet. "It's my neck. I mean, I enjoy the breeze on my scent glands, but if it makes you uncomfortable I understand. I'd tell you to shove it if it does, but this is still your home." Keith spoke English because his mother had taught him the language. But he only knew what his mother had learned when she had been on Earth for a few years, talking to no one but his dad in Texas. Keith remembered a little bit of it, the time he had lived on the farm before his mother had taken him back to Daibazaal. "What is a mall?" Other than English, Keith did speak several dialects of Galran, though, and a few other languages from other planets so that he could communicate easiest with their biggest allies. There was plenty of words Keith hadnt understood, though, when Shiro spoke.
What was a Jesus Christ anyway?
"Scent glands?" Shiro asked, deciding to answer Keith's question later. This galra just kept confusing him. Every time Shiro thought he understood the creature, he said something that threw the college student off all over again.
Keith raised an ey
*Keith raised an eyebrow at Shiro asking a question in return, not liking it when his own questions went unanswered. A bit snappy he uncovered his neck and pointed at the sides. "Scent glands", he repeated with an expectant look as if Shiro was supposed to know what it was. Exposing scent glands was usually considered quite.... slutty. Almost like flashing someone. Galra clothes all had high collar, however workers would often keep a loose handkerchief around their necks instead or forego covering them at all as it got itchy and sweaty fast. When Keith was in private, he always popped open a few buttons.
The confused look from before returned to Shiro's face, drawing his eyebrows together. "Am I supposed to know what that means? Is this another Galra thing?" He asked, setting his phone down next to him. Shiro tried to use context clues to figure out what Keith was talking about, but he kept drawing a blank and had no clue as to what these "scent glands" could be
Keith sighed heavily and walked over, sitting on the couch, hesitantly but more surely uncovering his neck. "I cant believe I have to give you biology lessons," he muttered, although more to himself than anything. There were the tiniest bumps on each side of Keith's neck. They were a little swollen and red, slick with aslightly oily substance that was what carried the scent. It looked more like simply body oil and sweat, though. Sweat mostly because of Keith's excercise from earlier. "They... they carry scent. And, there's a lot more to them that's kinda... icky to describe." Bonding marks, their sensitivity, scenting, the way they changed their chemical components instantly when the person was aroused or felt distressed and the likes. "I'm guessing that since you dont know what they are that you dont have any. And here I thought you were just a beta cus you didnt smell much at all."
"Beta?" Shiro questioned again, getting more confused by the second. He reached out to touch the bump, not even bothering to think that it would be an issue. He was curious as to what they felt like and why the galra's even had something like this. Every body part had a function, right? Shiro's mind tried to grasp onto a function that gland giving off a scent would give, but he came back empty, much like his other attempts to understand the galra in front of him.
Keith flinched back as Shiro reached out to touch his neck. He grabbed Shiro's hands in a surprisingly strong grip, narrowing his eyes. "What the quiznak do you think you're doing?", he hissed, deflated as he realised just how little Shiro knew. "Look," he started, letting go of Shiro's wrist, trying to keep his own scandalised anger in check. "You dont just go around touching people's junk, aright? So, what are you? Alpha, beta, omega?" To keith that made perfect sense. "I'll be honest, looking at what you're likely carrying-" Keith's gaze flickered down to between Shiro's legs. "I'm guessing alpha or beta, although i almost thought alpha is more likely."
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((my handle is NomadicIntent#0675 ))
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