The Incest Meme

[inthefamily]

the incest meme

incest; noun — sexual intercourse between closely related persons.

It's no secret that in most modern societies, incest is frowned upon these days. "Keeping it in the family" is no longer a necessity, as people can travel freely and go many places to meet potential mates. Of course, that's not always the case. In some cultures, incest is allowed as long as it's not too close of a relationship; Japan, for instance, permits first cousins to be married, as do many other countries. In addition, incest was often practiced in the past, both for convenience. Still, today, it's mostly taboo, though some continue to partake because of circumstance or other factors.

And, as you all know, we love breaking a good taboo AND we can make quite a lot of...factors.

We're providing them today, everything from the setting to the relatives. But you don't have a living relative, or the person you're stuck with isn't related to you! No problem. Aren't they really related to you? We'll make you believe that, at any rate. There's lots of varieties, too, so it's something the whole family can get in on.

1. Siblings
2. Parent/child
3. Cousins
4. Aunts or uncles/nieces or nephews
5. Adopted/Step

Where is all this taking place? It's your lucky day! You'll have a lot of options to "choose" from.

1. Modern suburbia
2. Medieval times
3. Fantasy kingdom
4. 1700s-1800s
5. Victorian era
6. The future
7. Wildcard

With all that in your very own family tree, who needs to climb up another one? Maybe it's an unrequited, one-sided love or a mutual attraction. While you may be hesitant or regretful at first (they don't call it the forbidden fruit for nothing), there's something that will turn the tables towards a little more than familial.

HOW TO PLAY:

-Comment with your characters, preferences, yadda yadda.
-Blank comments are fine, though given the nature of the post, you might want to list specifically what you want and don't want. IE:

Suzy Q | A canon | F/M
(No parent child. Especially interested in big brother/little sister.)

You can also use the always handy form:
<b>Character Name:</b> Your character's name<br /><b>Age:</b> Your characters age.<br /><b>Yes:</b> For kinks.<br /><b>No:</b> For kinks.<br /><b>Personality:</b> Your character's personality. It doesn't have to be long, just a few sentences.<br /><b>Anything Else:</b> Got anything else to add? Add it here!

-Tag each other and have fun! To determine the relationship and scenario, you can use the RNG (roll once for relationship, then again for setting). Or just wing it!]

Comments

Loki | MCU | Slash

[mischievousgod]

Character Name: Loki
Age: 1000
Yes: Look at no. The list is shorter. Just ask.
No: Nothing with children, animals, bodily fluids, etc.

Preferably sibling pairing.

Jim Kirk | Star Trek Reboot | M/M

[borntostars]

Dionysis - Greek Mythology - m4m

[godofgoodtimes]

Nuregami (humanized) | Okami | F/M

[stuckinajar]

Character Name: Nuregami
Age: What is age to an immortal?
No: No bathroom stuff, please.
Personality: Kind, motherly, very proper, and a bit naiive.


Siblings would be preferable.

Bro Strider | Homestuck | OTA

[puppetcrumpet]

Character Name: Bro Strider
Age: 32
Yes: Anything not on the no list (ask if it's really strange)
No: Bathroom kinks, shota/lolicon (age the character up to at least 16), non-con (especially with Bro as the "attacker")
Personality: An incredibly cool dude with a love of anime, swords, and puppets.
Anything Else: Striders and LaLondes? AUs where other character is raised by Bro? Anything! Self-cest is cool, too.

[pastelgoth]

[Her mental faculties are fully in place. Totally operational. She knows this because she's checked, several times over. She's been plotting this meticulously. She's been waiting like a spider in a web, for the right moment. For a weekend when she knew Dave would be out of town visiting John, and when she could get away from her student job at her cozy Ivy-League university.

And throughout all of this, she's reassured herself that this is alright, because she really wants it. She's a consenting adult, and that's all that matters. What remains to be seen, however, is if that will be enough for Bro.

She's perched neatly on his bed when she hears the door to the apartment open, and she takes a deep breath and waits for him to click on the bedroom light.]

[puppetcrumpet]

[his bedroom is the front room of the apartment so it is the first thing he sees when he turns on the light. He wasn't expecting any company, so he tenses for a moment, but it is only a moment as he recognizes her, Dave's friend, Rose Something-French-Sounding.

What she's doing in his apartment when Dave is out of town? And he knows Dave told his friends he was going to be out of town, Bro is not above reading his lil bro's pesterlogs.

He shuts the door behind him, turning the lock and saunters over towards the bed, only to stop near his computer and turntables to set down the case]

What can I do for you, Lil Lady? [and there was that Texas twang, it wasn't as pronounced as some Texans, but he lived in the state as long as he could remember, and it did have a way of manipulating the way you talk]

[pastelgoth]

[She remains serenely smiling at him through all of this: his obvious surprise at her presence, expected, but the interest—

—not entirely unexpected, but definitely welcome, and she shifts, leans forward slightly, tilting her head in curiosity. He's tall, taller than Dave, and she's a fan of the sideburns.]

Please. Call me Rose.

[The way she crosses one leg over the other is calculated, but dripping with feigned nonchalance. It's a game she likes to play—how obvious can she be about how subtle she is?]

I have to say, there's quite a lot you can do for me. After everything Dave's told me about you, well. I had to find out for myself what you're like.

[She's so much younger than him, and, shit, he's technically, in whatever weird way, her dad, even if he didn't raise her like a dad would, but the mere idea of how verboten this all is...it's thrilling.]

[puppetcrumpet]

[Rose was the most intelligent one of Dave's friends. He knew that she knew that Dave was gone, so it was only logical to assume that she was here to see him. Now the why of it was a mystery, until now.

He was a guy, had a beautiful, young person in his apartment. There was no way he was going to let the opportunity pass him by. He glanced at her legs as she crossed them, she definitely had nice legs and knew how to draw attention to them]

And what sorts of things has Dave told you, Rose? [he moves towards her again, and by the time he's saying her name, in a lower, slower voice than normal, he's leaning over her. Close enough, that she can probably see his eyes even through the dark shades]

[pastelgoth]

[She doesn't shy away when he draws closer, but instead takes the time to study him, the muscles under that tight polo shirt, hands capable and likely pretty callused under those leather gloves from sword use—

she thinks she'd like him to keep those on

—and when he voices his question, she merely widens her smile, still as serene and unhassled as can be. She's good at making her face look the way she wants it to.]

He told me you have very interesting tastes, sexually speaking. I couldn't help but investigate on my own. [Rose tilts her chin up and looks at his shades, past his shades, and she smirks.]

And the internet is so impersonal, don't you think?

[puppetcrumpet]

[oh you're less innocent than you're trying to look. It doesn't fool him for a moment, but it is rather cute]

Quite impersonal. There are so many things you can't do with the internet between ya. Like this. [he moves his hand drawing it up her arm, slowly and lightly]

Rose Lalonde | Homestuck | OTA

[pastelgoth]

[Aged up to 18. Open to anything.]

Re: Rose Lalonde | Homestuck | OTA

[hellastrider]

[Dave is training right now, as if they're still in the game and he'll need his ridiculous combat skills. Every night almost, he dreams about being back in the game and every morning, damn near, he wakes up drenched with sweat and takes a minute or two to realize that he's safe. That he won the game.

But none of it feels right, so he feels compelled to prepare for the end of the world, for everything to get all fucked up again. So he trains and invests. His ability to manipulate time means that money has become an abstract concept, the challenge more in keeping himself low on the radar than in earning it anymore.

He's invested heavily in certain technologies. Better sylladexes. Weapons. Things that are useful in and of themselves, but still a product of a nagging fear that this victory isn't real.

It's only when Rose comes around that he chills out a little. They've grown close lately. With John and Jade derping around the world on crazy adventures and the trolls an increasingly insular bunch, that's left them. And sometimes he dreams of her instead of horrorterrors and Lord English and dying.

He has the dim feeling he should be horrified about having very, very sexual dreams about his sister, but he'd rather wake up oddly horny any day over yet another morning of cold sweat and naked terror. Naked Rose was much more appealing ...

Not that he could ever tell her that.]

Eyes on the prize, Strider.

[And so he continues training for awhile, stripped to the waist, practicing moving both in regular timeflow and flashsteps.]

[pastelgoth]

[There are so many things she could say about Dave's obsession with training. That's what it is, she has no doubt about it—her double major in psychology and English have served her very well thus far in her education, and even if she's being taught that it doesn't necessarily behoove oneself to psychoanalyze one's friends at every turn, she's been doing it for so long that it comes as habit. Dave, she can tell, was affected much more than any of them by the game. By the possibility of dying, of the world ending. John and Jade, they're both happy-go-lucky souls. For them, it was celebration when it was all over—Rose has the sneaking suspicion they both have ill-advised tattoos—and then nothing more was said about it. She still thinks about it, quite a lot, but less often than before, and she doesn't associate it with any present fear or danger anymore, mostly just calm reflection.

She's noticed that Dave seems to calm down somewhat in her presence, or at least she can assume so, from the way he talks to her online when she's away and the way he talks to her in person. It's the start of her summer vacation, so she's decided that it might be best for her to spend as much time with him as possible. It's been going well, so far, but she has noticed one other thing, something that's changed.

Sometimes, when Dave looks at her, she picks up on something about him that's furtive and hidden. Nothing obvious, nothing in his expression or even his meticulously casual posture which fools nobody because he looks like a cobra ready to strike at any moment. Rose thinks perhaps it might be his aura which is giving him away, which is in imperfect science at best, but it's all she has to go on.

So when she's in the kitchen, trying to put together a meal with whatever random ingredients she can find in Dave's cupboard, and hears him say something, she pokes her head out of the kitchen door to look where he's practicing in the living room.]

Did you say something, brother dear?

[hellastrider]

Yeah, you just missed these sick lyrics I was dropping while I was in here pretending to kill monsters.

[Nevermind that he hasn't composed a single rhyme since he's been back. It just seemed like such a waste of time. He walks into the kitchen, stripped to the waist and seemingly oblivious to it. There's not an ounce of fat on him, he's just, just on the right side of skinny. Lean muscle, marked by a few prominent, pink-ribbon scars where he'd been wounded in various battles they'd had.

He leans against the nearest wall, watching her for a moment behind mirrored shades, trying to convince himself he isn't checking her out. Much. Yeah, Rose Lalonde grew up good. He gathers himself a bit and then gets back to her eyes. Which are also nice.

Surprisingly, his cupboard and fridge are decently stocked. Long gone are the times where he used to live on fucking Doritos and Dr. Pepper. He figures he's got to keep himself in top shape, or maybe he's a bit obsessed with it. Lots of chicken and pasta and fresh fruits and vegetables.

That and a surprisingly large and diverse liquor cabinet. Because every once in awhile the horrible fucking nightmares just become a bit too much and he tries to deal with them that way.

Shit sometimes even works.]

Stop checking out my fridge, Lalonde. I see you eying up that crisper. Full of cucumbers and peppers and all that good shit.

[pastelgoth]

Is that what that was? Hm. [She turns to go back to where she was indeed raiding the fridge, inspecting its contents. He's improved his eating habits, she's pleased to find. Not a single bag of Funyuns in sight, thank god—they did such awful things to one's breath. And even though she knows that this sudden health food kick stems from unhealthy places, she's secretly glad that he's no longer being fueled by high-fructose corn syrup , red dye number seven, and sugar.

She notices, of course, the liquor cabinet, but that's the one thing she refuses to comment on, because she knows more than anyone what it's like to need to drink, and what it's like to be scolded for it. She doesn't think Dave has a problem, but her own issues with alcohol are so personal that she can't bring herself to even warn him away from it.

She turns, closing the fridge and leaning against the counter with her arms crossed. Dave is shirtless, which she's used to by now, and she can tell he's gotten stronger, as his pallid teenage-boy body turned to lean muscle marred with the occasional scar—

she'd like to trace her fingers all over those scars, maybe her lips too—

but she has the self-control not to stare. Her black lips curve into a smile at his scolding.]

It isn't my fault it's so well-stocked with phallic vegetables. Are we trying to send a message, David?

[hellastrider]

[One thing Dave'd learned was to stop bugging Rose about her occasional urges to drink, once he'd done it a few times himself. In the old days, he would've preferred pot, but pot usually just amplified the headspace he was already in. Booze took him somewhere else. He didn't do it often- it dulled his edges for altogether too long.

He can kinda see Lalonde checking him out, and he's glad because, fuck, it makes him feel like less of a freak. Maybe it's just natural, to have a little ogle at whoever's near you every once in awhile. It'd be nice, though, if he'd dream of other people. He's tried dating other people. They're usually plenty eager for him, but ... it never feels right for Dave.

He smirks slightly as she goes for the obvious joke. Whelp, it's good to know that some things never change. She would try to go Freudian with everything.]

Sometimes a cucumber is just a cucumber, Lalonde. Or maybe the message I'm trying to send out is my incredible fucking virility. I'm such a man even my vegetables have to be manly.

[As for the gay thing, he tried it once. He wouldn't exactly write himself off as being a touch bisexual, but men lacked things he was quite fond of. Breasts, curved hips.]

So what's Dr. Lalonde's diagnosis?

[The Texas twang, normally very faint indeed, comes out a little stronger then.]

[pastelgoth]

Somtimes. [Rose agrees with one of her little, secretive smiles. The ones she knows can be enraging to certain parties unnamed. She goes ahead and hoists herself up onto the counter, surprisingly gracefully for someone with such ample hips, and swings her legs lightly as she thinks.]

And who are you sending this message to, exactly? As far as I know, I'm your most frequent visitor, and certainly the only one who bothers looking in your vegetable drawer.

[Rose leans forward, prodding her big toe into his bare ribcage.]

Doctor Lalonde is wondering why Mister Strider is trying to prove to his sister how virile and manly he is.

[She's teasing him, definitely teasing, but she's also a little curious as to how he'll react. If he'll take her willingness to even joke about such taboo topics as an invitation, or dismiss it as more of her weird psychobabble. After all, she and Kanaya went their separate ways a while ago, and there hasn't really been anyone since then. She was always supposed to end up with John, but—the idea is laughable to Rose. They're just really not that compatible.

But she and Dave...well. They're twins, technically, and even though their interests differ widely, they have so much more in common than she ever would with John.

She probably needs to see a therapist.]

[mantras]

[goth sisters, y/n?]

Daemon Sadi || The Black Jewels || OTA

[consort_sadist]

Character Name: Daemon Sadi
Age: Canon has him around 1700. For my purposes (because I like specificity), we'll say 1743. Just because I can.
Yes: Pretty much anything is fair game
No: ...Except scat play, rainbow play, and golden shower stuff. Animals are also Not Okay. Beyond that, we're in business.
Personality: He's a silky, court-trained liar with exceptional bedroom skills, but he's also a virgin. He doesn't deal well with women (which could be kind of fun, actually) and his temper tends to run hot more often than not. For lots of extraneous information, you can read all the things here.

lucrezia borgia | the borgias

[thewayoftherose]

[ ooc: Canon or modern AU is fine! ]

Aveline Vallen \\ Dragon Age II \\ OTA

[ginger_defender]

Character Name: Aveline Vallen
Age: Canonically, I don't know if it says. Depending on the scene, I'll age her anywhere from 25-40.
Yes: Anything not in no.
No: Bathroom, injury, death.
Personality: Aveline is pretty straight-laced and very, very naive and awkward when it comes to anything involving romance. She is quite devoted to anyone she considers friend or family.
Anything Else: Really, I see her as a mother figure, so I would probably want to do an older/younger with her being a mother, aunt, or much older sister.

Sam Winchester || Supernatural

[willneversayyes]

[ooc: I'm pretty open-minded, but feel free to drop me a pm if you're not sure about something]

Norman Bates | Bates Motel | OTA

[isamothersbestfriend]

Character Name: Norman Bates
Age: 17 going on 18.
Yes: Pretty open for most things.
No: Bathroom play, rimming, anything that would result in permanent damage.
Personality: Norman is, for the most part, outwardly polite though he does tend to keep to himself and can be on the emotional side. And he definitely has both mental and mommy issues, but... that's a given.
Anything Else: I'd prefer a modern setting and castmates are definitely loved! Dylan or Norma would be interesting to play off of.

Florina | Fire Emblem 7

[shy_flier]

Character Name: Florina
Age: 15
Yes: Women. Fingering, oral, and fluffy stuff are good for her, but I'll go with most things.
No: Bodily waste.
Personality: Shy and cute, but also super determined to protect people. Florina's a mercenary, though, so despite her kindness she's perfectly capable of killing for pay - unless it's an AU setting where there's no need for that.
Anything Else: Men miiight be doable, but she's pretty afraid of them. Sister relationships are preferred, Florina can be younger or older, but aunt, cousin, and mother are all okay with me.

Fiora or Farina would be neat if anyone plays them.