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[inthefamily]

The Highly Inappropriate Sexual Tension Meme

Touches. Glances. Sides brushing, so close to each other. The moment is, most likely, quite, subdued, and calm. Or it could be loud and full of life, right in the middle of a vivacious party. Yet, no matter the case, your blood is pumping - no, nearly boiling with the passion bubbling between you and your companion. Unfortunately, this sexual tension is completely and absolutely out of line. Whether it be the place, the time, your relationship with the person (be that literal relation or power difference, age difference, experience difference, and so on), your own lack of knowledge, or personal convictions, you should not act on any building desires. But here's the thing about tension: it builds. It builds, and it builds, until... Well, even subtlety can come to an inappropriate head. HOW TO PLAY This meme isn't for smut, though smut is allowed. What it is for is the delicious, anticipatory build up and the dances people can do to deny attraction. Foreplay, especially creative foreplay, is encouraged. Comment with your character, canon, and preferences in the subject. In the comment body, be sure to mention if there are any squicks you have, scenarios you don't/do want to play out, and if you're okay with AUs or handwaved CR. Reply to others.

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Tsukishima Kei | Haikyuu!!

[moonunit]

((nothing's really too weird for me so coach, sensei, one of the adult siblings? random crosscanon?? whatevs.))

OC

[royalbastard]

[lycantthrope]

[ Of all those who pledge their devotion to the Lonely, none can rival the dedication and faith of the O'Connell family. Through generations they have served, and planned, and prepared for the day their God would break through the barrier between its world and theirs, wrapping all of humanity in its cold, loveless embrace. With their glorious opportunity soon at hand, their devotion bore the child that would be the harbinger of all they sought to achieve: Keegan O'Connell.

To craft an avatar from birth is an arduous process. From their first day on this earth they must be carefully pruned, shaped, and stunted so they might bloom just right. Apply too much pressure and they will shatter and break, wilting before they might reach their full potential; offer too wide a berth and they will run wild, breaking free of the confines that mold them, growing too tainted to be of worth to anyone. His father and mother were more than up to such a task. Even as a toddler it was evident that Keegan was the perfect specimen for the Lonely: nervous and fearful, he shied from strangers even as he longed for the attention they could provide. The home in which he was raised had over a half dozen bedrooms, none of which were in use save his own; with the parents often out and away on business, only a rotating staff of nannies, cooks, and cleaners moved through the darkened halls, all carefully selected for their cold and withdrawn demeanor to better isolate the young O'Connell heir. Sometimes a warm or kindly nanny would be brought in for a month or two here and there; just long enough for Keegan to begin to seek out their company before they were gone as quickly as they had appeared, leaving him to feel the acute ache of their loss. One cannot properly understand loneliness, after all, unless it's known exactly what hollow space it occupies in the first place.

Keegan's childhood is a miserable one. His schooling is provided at home, and their estate isolates them from other families quite effectively, ensuring he has neither friends nor confidants on which to rely. His room is situated in such a way that he might look out his window and gaze upon the houses outside his family's walls, seeing all the families and children and couples and lives that pass him by. His parents are home more as he grows, but only sharpens the edge of his misery. His mother speaks barely three words to him at a time unless strictly necessary, and anything she might say to him at length is cool and impatient, reminding him that no matter the reason for his intrusion, it is always a nuisance. His father's attentions are more pointed, acting as the shears to prune back his desire for companionship. He belittles and mocks and sneers and scorns, beating Keegan down and keeping him on that razor's edge of loneliness just before it tips too far and sees him downing a bottle of pills or throwing himself from his balcony to the embrace of the cold, hard earth below.

He is fifteen the first time he sends someone away. A tutor, aggressive in her criticism and pointed in her demands of his attention, does not let him escape to his room when he tries to step away from her lessons to breathe. She blocks his way and barks her commands at him, driving his distress into a wild panic until he tells her, screams at her to go away — and she does. One minute she's towering over him and the next she's simply... gone. As if she'd never been there at all. It's later that day, in the depths of his confusion, that an assistant to his father explains to him in cool and clinical terms what they are, who they serve, and what he is destined to be. He cries in his room for two days. No one comes to comfort him. The tutor never returns. As he gets older, his abilities grow more pronounced; his outbursts of frustration and sadness and misery send away a half a dozen members of staff, their fear a palpable thing in the air before they are taken away to the endless nothing of the Lonely. Eventually, his panicked attacks on the world around him ebb into a quiet, hollow emptiness. He can send people away with barely a look, hide himself from their eyes with the barest of effort. The house bends to his will, its rooms and corridors shifting around him to isolate and encircle those who serve the house, driving them to succumb to the same aching misery has felt every day of his life until the loneliness consumes them. On his eighteenth birthday, he is fully grown into the role he was destined to fill.

He is the avatar of the Lonely. He is everything his father and mother wanted him to be.

Keegan is twenty years old when he begins to work in his family's enterprises. He doesn't like it — hates it with every fiber of his being — but he is very, very good at it. He has an eye for how best to isolate and contain the poor, lonely souls of the city, feeding his God their fear and sadness as they wither in its endless fog. By twenty-three he has expanded their reach into the suburbs surrounding their dark and suffocating metropolis. Each day brings them closer and closer to the Silence.

And then, things just start going... wrong. Youth groups begin springing up where before there was only drugs and violence to break families apart. Student housing, carefully designed to perfectly isolate the students so far away from home, sees reservations drop to almost nothing as students find better deals with roommates through a suspiciously-timed app release geared towards their specific needs. Things that at first seem like innocuous frustrations begin to show strange commonalities that he just can't ignore. His father's favor, never more than backhanded and cold approval, once again ices away to nothing. Desperate and dismayed, he retreats further into himself, scouring his projects for any sign of the link that ties their failures together.

It's the day he tours the construction site of the newest O'Connell development deal — a new arm of a large tech company, with on-site housing, food, laundry, and gyms to draw in young professionals and slowly isolate them from everyone that loved them until they are nothing but an empty shell — when he catches someone walking past on the sidewalk out of the corner of his eye. He's not sure what it is that draws his attention until he catches a glimpse of the man's face on his way past. He's seen that face before; somehow he hasn't realized until just now that it has somehow been present at every doomed project he has had in the last two years.

This is the string that ties it all together. And he is cutting it right now.

The managers who were presenting their development plan to him don't even realize he's gone, suddenly not sure they'd been talking to anyone in the first place. He's out on the street a moment later, shouldering through the throngs of people as he struggles to keep an eye on the man that's been taking everything from him. The fury keeps him moving even as the pressure of the crowd around him leaves him sick and weak, desperate to be away from their presence and back in solitude once more. As his target turns down a side street, Keegan is gone once more, only to appear just beside his quarry. Snatching out, his hand closes tightly around the retreating figure's arm, dragging him back into the quiet alley nearby for Keegan to finally get a proper look at his face. ]

Who the hell do you think you are?!

[royalbastard]

Have we met? I've heard I have one of those faces. Or-- no, I know! Mrs. Laudner's salsa classes!

[ Which is an actual class, along with two dozen more at the West City Recreation Center. He should know, as he wrote the schedule. The man in question grins broadly, a peculiar reaction from someone just dragged into an alley. ]

Beautiful day, isn't it?

Lio Fotia | Promare | m/m

[mahariyuware]

felix hugo fraldarius | fire emblem: three houses | m/m

[bloodyblade]

Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA

[wherehopegoes]

Cassia Andor | Rogue One | OTA

[yo_me_rezo]

Essa Erso-Andor | Rogue One OC | OTA

[theresalways_hope]

ᴛᴏʜsᴀᴋᴀ ʀɪɴ 💎 ғᴀᴛᴇ/sᴛᴀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ

[melee_caster]

( OTA. Tohsaka is 17 in canon, but can be aged up to 18 for avoiding squick. No real triggers here, but if it's something like a big age gap (25+) or it goes in a dubcon direction be sure to put up an appropriate warning. )

akemi morishita | original | m/m

[cupidite]

annie edison | community | ota

[disneyeyes]

Aymeric de Borel | FFXIV | OTA

[mostheavenly]

((OOC: Voicetesting, so I would prefer a high fantasy setting, though it doesn't have to be specifically FFXIV. Open to castmates/cross-canon/whatever. Political or power structure reasons for the tension to be inappropriate is my jam, but I can run with most anything. Also happy to plot more in PMs if you'd like.))

Cassian Andor | Rogue One | OTA

[in_this_fight]

Rey | Star Wars | OTA

[thesefirststeps]

sansa stark | asoiaf/got | ota

[eyried]

Ben Solo | Star Wars | OTA

[neverreallygone]

fuyuko mayuzumi, im@s, f/m.

[cutesier]

[lasthungrywolf]

[Want a thing with a street punk working as the idol's gofer/assistant/etc, who also has the hots for her fairly obviously despite trying to hide it? Option for a childhood friendship as well to help justify him having the job.]

Nico Acosta | OC | M/F

[anoranza]

Evie Montgomery | OC | OTA

[la_bonne_chose]

(syfy's) wynonna earp

[earps]

Dwight Schrute | The Office | OTA

[dwight_schrute]

Nico Moreno | OC | M/F

[salvando_vidas]

Grace Callahan | OC | F/M

[new_beginnings]