The Forbidden Love Meme

[celebratory]

You're stuck in a messed up or forbidden romance, but you can't resist the draw of it. Maybe your families are feuding, you're cheating on a lover, or you're in love with your own sibling. Whatever the reasons are, you know your relationship wouldn't be approved of by a long shot. You just can't resist the temptation though. - Post your character's name in the subject, along with series and preferences. - Others go to RNG and roll 1-5 for a scene and relationship type (if needed), then 1-6 for a scene and respond! - ??? - Profit!!!		Relationship Type (optional) 1. Family - you're keeping it all in the family, literally. 2. Balance of power - the other person has a higher status than you somehow. 3. Cheating - you're both having an affair together. 4. Caught in the middle - it's nothing you've done, but the feud going on between those you're both close to keeping you apart. 5. Other - some other type of relationship we've forgot? Want to combine? Go right on ahead! Scenes Sweet 1. Can't deny it - you've tried to run from your feelings for so long and you can't do it anymore. It's time that you show the object of your affection exactly how you feel. Hopefully you don't lose everything in the process! 2. First time - it's your first time making love together. Is it awkward? Do you go all out or is it spur of the moment? 3. Accidental - you didn't actually mean to confess or kiss. They overheard you or it was an accidental kiss. Maybe you were just really drunk and let it slip! 4. Close as can be - you just want to make love and you've found a spot where it's just you and your partner, however you want it to be. 5. Happily ever after - somehow, you've made it work and you're both happy together, even if it meant you had to run away together. 6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here! Angst 1. Conflict - you've just had a fight with your lover over your relationship or how you handle it. Can you find it in yourselves to forgive each other? 2. Cheated - your lover has cheated on you and you need to confront them about their reasons why and if you can work it out. 3. Found out - you've been found out by someone close to you and they're less than thrilled with your relationship. 4. Disgust - though they play along with it, they're secretly disgusted by the relationship they have with you and it finally comes out into the light. 5. Guilt - one of you is feeling guilty over your relationship, knowing it can never be truly normal or more than a secret. 6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here! Comfort 1. Soothing touch - what better way to sooth your lover than to make love to them and show them that no matter what other people say, you're not going anywhere. 2. Fight for you - whoever has found out about your relationship is trying to hurt your lover and you're not going to let them. 3. Won't let you go - you need your lover to realize that you won't let them go, no matter what. 4. Back together - you broke up for a bit, but whatever it is between you two, you can't stay apart. 5. Injured - your lover was injured because of your relationship and it's time to patch them up. 6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here! Twisted 1. Forced - you know your partner isn't interested in you like this, but you keep them going along with the relationship no matter what. Coercion, blackmail, whatever it takes. 2. Won't take no - their lips might say no, but you're not listening. 3. Control - you've given them some kind of potion to get your love interest to love you in return and they have to do whatever you say. 4. Recorded - you're not really interested in this forbidden love affair, but you must do it or you'll face some tough consequences. 5. Insult - you're cornered by those who disapprove of your relationship, hearing how filthy you are. 6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here! Ending 1. Left alone - you woke up to your lover trying to slip away in the night because of the strain of the relationship. Do you let them go or try and fight for it? 2. Torn apart - others are keeping you apart after they found out about your relationship, giving you only minimal contact. What do you do? 3. Ending fight - the argument has turned dirty and ends with one of you storming out. 4. Parting ways - both of you have decided to part ways. It's just so much easier. 5. Always love you - though you'll always love each other, maybe it's time the relationship goes back to being strictly platonic. It would be easier... or maybe that's just how one of you feels. 6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here!
{taken from a previous meme}

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Anne Neville | The White Queen | OTA

[kingmakersdaughter]

[Can be played as a modern version! If you have any questions etc feel free to PM me!]

Elizabeth Woodville | The White Queen | OTA

[captivatedbyhim]

[Can be played as a modern version! If you have any questions etc feel free to PM me!]

Robin (Dick Grayson) | Young Justice | m/m

[stayingwhelmed]

(( can be aged up as much as to 18, as long as he's still Robin ))

[crashest]

( are there any particular scenes you're interested in or not interested in? annnnnd, would you prefer wally? c: )

[stayingwhelmed]

(( bart's fine if you don't mind the whole WHO ARE YOU song and dance |Da and we'd be able to avoid that with wally. no preference for scenario, anything's good~ ))

Lilith | Mythology | OTA

[the_gardens_apple]

[meteorlogical]

[OOC: How would you feel about Sweet → First Time? If an OC is fine with you of course.]

Brigid Finn | Teen Wolf OC | OTA | No smut

[bostonhowler]

Spock | Star Trek Reboot

[your_logic_is_impeccable]

No family, partial to sweet.

Kadaj | FF7: Advent Children

[reunionist]

[Prefer M/M but OTA.]

Elissa Cousland | Dragon Age: Origins - M/F for smut, otherwise OTA

[elissacousland]

[[Prose preferred. Previous threaders and canon mates encouraged, but all are welcome!]]

Abel Narayana | The Giliath Saga | OTA

[wings_of_lucidity]

Family | Angst | Conflict

[potential_wasting]

[Oh hai there cousin]

The pain is one thing. He's used to it. Even after the physical wound had healed though, Ananta's mind was what was fractured. The horrors that he had witnessed had etched themselves onto his soul; the faces of his friends and family that had gone with him on his journey unforgettable.

He knew it was his fault. His arrogance had been what got them killed, and now he'd have to face their family. Despite having successfully gained a partner in the form of the mighty wyrm called Freya, he had lost much more. His cousin Seth, his best friends-- all gone. It was a miracle that Abel, Seth's older brother, had remained behind. Now though, he'd have to face him. The soft-spoken, not war-like at all boy who shared his love of books. Abel, the only one who hadn't laughed at him for his refusal to take up a blade. The only person in their tribe who had offered him any form of comfort at all through the many times that his father had scorned him and called him a waste of potential.

The hate that welled up in Ananta was directed at no one but himself as he laid in his tent, staring up at the small strip of visible stars above him. Gingerly, he moved what was left of his arm and winced. Ananta kept expecting to feel his fingers flex despite the fact that he knew he would never feel that sensation again.

[wings_of_lucidity]

[ HI ANANTA AHAHAHA-... Ahh...... ;;;;;; Doing canon-verse deviation but from the same time, okay? Backtracking to pre-Gabriel Abel. ]

Abel had seen Ananta come home, nestled in between great golden wings. Right away, he'd known something was wrong. If the fact that Ananta had been half-conscious and that his Kylan knew something they all didn't wasn't enough, there was the fact that Ananta had gone through his Rite of Passage accompanied by his friends. There had been no one beside Ananta when he'd returned, no one with him except for his newly acquired Contracted.

Seth. Ajeet. Faise. Their absence was loud and brutal.

Ananta's tent had been full of people coming and going, congratulating him on his victory with no regard for the children lost in the process, looking at his arm and wondering what was in store for this brilliant Nendeeni child. Abel was not one of those people.

This was the first day since the Rite of Passage that Abel came face to face with Ananta at all, his dark eyes unreadable and somewhat cold. He held a bowl of cool water, and he did not speak as he pushed it into Ananta's lap, likely interrupting his thoughts.

[potential_wasting]

[Cool with me. Since this scene was never really expounded on, we can just let our imaginations go wild! :x]

He had sensed Abel's coming. The young man was almost shaking with a mix of fury and fear. He Ananta knew that he was in the wrong. He knew that he had caused great pain and terror, despite all of the contrived congratulatory gifts and speeches the older men had directed at him. It was the women among the warriors that were silent; the mothers and the sisters who knew just what it was that Ananta had done to the families of those who his arrogance had murdered.

His good hand came up to steady the bowl in his lap, to keep it from tipping over. For a long moment, he searched his mind for something to say that wouldn't lead to too much deep conversation.

"How do I look?" He asked dryly. It was often the first thing that anyone coming back from their Rite of Passage asked about, but in the flurry of everything, Ananta hadn't so much as glimpsed his own reflection.

There was pain in his eyes, and remorse. He didn't know that the irises of his eyes were now turned as red as the blood on his hands.

[wings_of_lucidity]

[ Hello. My name is Abel Narayana. You killed my brother. Prepare to feel REALLY FUCKING BAD, OKAY? *cries* ]

The words cut Abel to the core. The night before Ananta's Rite of Passage, he clearly remembered that he, Ajeet, and Abel himself had looked over at Cain and his Kylan, Kieran. He remembered Cain looking at them with warmth in his blood-red eyes, the eyes that had used to be the same dark blue as Abel's, eyes that had changed to reflect his Contract with his white dragon. They shared red eyes, just as Ananta now shared Freya's.

Abel distinctly remembered that Ajeet had shivered at the sight of Cain, mighty and admirable and just a little scary, and asked Ananta jokingly not to Contract anything with red eyes. Abel pushed the water closer to Ananta's stomach, so that the older boy could look at his own reflection.

"Ajeet would have died of fright," Abel said, and though there was no real bitterness in his voice, it was definitely present in the words. Abel and Ajeet had gotten along about as well as a boy and his cousin's best friend could. Ajeet's death was a tragedy, and Abel did not value any one life over another.

But he wore black feathers in his head and a black cloak over his shoulders in mourning, even after his mother had stopped, not for Ajeet, but for his baby brother, Seth.

[straylittlelamb]

Heroine | Amnesia | OTA

[hasamnesia]

peter hale | teen wolf

[manips]

/prepares the handbasket to hell

[youngandstrong]

[It's late when Paige leaves school. Practicing the cello when she can during the day, in bits and snatches of time between classes, isn't always easy. The halls always seem to be filled with people talking, laughing, slamming lockers, or god knows what else. She can block them out sometimes, but it's always easier to just practice after school when almost everyone is eagerly filing out of the closest door they can find.

The only thing about practicing after school is that she loses track of time more easily. Paying more attention to the bow in her hand and the strings beneath her fingertips, she never seems to notice the way the clock hands jump ahead.

Tonight is one of those nights, and when she finally exits out the side door of the building where the music room is found, she notes with some surprise that the sun has just finished setting. With the trees shading the path, it seems darker still, prompting her to adjust the backpack straps over her shoulder and begin her walk home.]

good lord, we are going there so fast.

[manips]

[ it's hard, at first, to decide which of them he's actually jealous of. he settles on derek, because paige - is talented, obviously. smart, and intelligent, and obviously cottoning on to what they are. how she's with derek, who is a bit of a brute and not subtle at all, is a mystery.

so, he decides to find out.

which is why, when she lingers behind as she so often does, and derek isn't with her - there's a basketball game that he's giving up watching just for this - he waits. and waits quite a while, until she's exiting the school, and he perks up.

he only starts walking when she's a few feet ahead, moving like he's catching up with her. ]

Hey, [ he says after a moment, sounding as if surprised and pleased he's stumbled over her at night. ] You're Paige, right? Derek's friend?

[ because derek has taken such pains to hide the romantic nature at school and at home. ]

[youngandstrong]

[Paige doesn't expect anyone to be on the same path. It's late, it's quiet and people usually aren't on this side of school. Her grip on her books tightens briefly when confronted, but the guy looks familiar so her expression only takes on a slightly dubious quality.

When he mentions Derek, her thoughts take a more curious bent. At length, she replies.]

I am. And you are...?

[He looks so familiar, she's sure she's seen him before, but she's also certain they've never been introduced.]

i'm a horrible person but i hope tagging you is cool! lmk if this isn't okay with you.

[purpose]

[ peter hale disgusts her.

at the very least, that's what lydia tells herself when her fingers skim over the scars scattered over her hip, whenever she can feel his stare on her back as it burns into her soul and forces her lips to purse in annoyance. lydia martin isn't a toy anyone should carelessly abandon as soon as its served its purpose in amusing its owner, collecting dust in a corner only to be rinsed off and reused. she won't come running when and if he beckons her, she tells herself, but both of them have always had a talent for persuasion.

she could easily relent. some part of her wants to, but she finds a sick, twisted enjoyment in the possibility of exacerbating him with her avoidance. playing cat and mouse is awfully cliche, but it sends a guilty thrill coursing through her veins.

she can feel his presence in her bedroom when she arrives home in the middle of the night, purposely smelling of aiden and sweat, the scent overpowering notes of strawberries and sweetness and something uniquely lydia. ]

Peter.

[ her voice is stable, confident, and flippant in spite of the way her heart hammers against her chest in a peculiar mixture of trepidation and excitement. ]

If you're going to playing hide and seek, you could at least be more creative.

totes okay! he's still new and shakey tho. and i can't code

[manips]

[ the fun, he finds, is in letting her think she's served her use. a vehicle for his resurrection, a backup and nothing more. but lydia is nothing so simple as that. and he's been under her skin, now. he might not be in her mind anymore, but he knows her.

still, she's too clever for her own good, finding ways to annoy him. she avoids him, as to be expected, sends stiles as her emissary to the pack. it doesn't bother him.

aiden, however, bothers him. he would have thought a girl like lydia would have known better than to play with an alpha. haven't her last experiences shown her that?

he's flipping through a book (her old diary, locked away in the attic usually) when she arrives home. and although he hides it, the scent on her infuriates him. but he's cordial as ever. ]

As much as you may think otherwise, Lydia, sometimes an old one is a good one.

[ he looks up at her and smiles, charming if not the face of a psychotic murderer. it morphs into an expression of concern as he stands. ]

I have some concerns over the company you've been keeping. I thought it was time for a... discussion.

it's ok i'll gently hold your hand through it. also i'll pretend i saw no coding mistakes

[purpose]

[ it's infuriating, seeing her own tendency to mask emotion and ambitions reflected in peter's own expressions, nonchalant in the face of her best efforts to crawl beneath his skin for a change. the invasion into her privacy no longer exacerbates her, neglecting to acknowledge the juvenile diary he'd been skimming though. he already knows her more than most individuals should, has her memorized like the darker corners of her mind are his own, and she makes no secret of how intensely she resents him for his ability to both dissect her and stitch her back together again.

she shifts her gaze from him the moment he looks to her and presents her with a smile that shouldn't belong to man of his caliber and idly occupies herself with preening herself instead, though her attention never quite leaves him. she observes him from her mirror, humming thoughtfully as she unwinds locks of hair and slips aiden's jacket from her shoulders, pointedly discarding it in his general direction. peter isn't a hormonal teenager desperately craving her attention and approval, no, but lydia martin has never been above employing underhanded, dirty tactics in an attempt to draw out the reactions she's so adamantly seeking. ]

Did Derek send another one of his family members to warn me about the big bad wolf? Cute.

[ she's wise enough to know that isn't the case. peter might be derek's beta now, but the notion of peter hale being anyone's lapdog is a laughable concept. ]