INAPPROPRIATE

[hemlocksock]

The Highly Inappropriate 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 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 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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💖 Leon Kuwata | Danganronpa | OTA 💖

[tazunajoe]

_{[ ooc: might work particularly well at a party, since he's the type ]}

Letha Godfrey | Hemlock Grove

[lethanotlisa]

[ I'm legally obligated to be here because of the gif. ]

Jason Todd | Titans

[theotherobin]

(m/m pref but ota! not super into cross canon unless it can be believably written.)

Lady || Devil May Cry || F/M

[notladyluck]

Finn Swift-Claw | WtA OC | m/f

[daddywolf]

More details on his journal. But he is a happily married werewolf of a decent rank and isn't allowed to have sexual/romantic relationships with other werewolves.

Would prefer nobody under 21.

Nico Acosta | OC | M/F

[anoranza]

Evie Montgomery | OC | OTA

[la_bonne_chose]

sansa stark | asoiaf/got | ota

[eyried]

steve rogers — mcu — ota

[perseverance]

Stocking Anarchy | PASWG | m/f

[thights]

intheclub.mp3

[pyrrhicly]

[ stories of the supernatural influencing our day to day lives have all but oversaturated social media. it's not uncommon to find yourself speaking with someone who would swear on the bible that they saw a dead relative's spirit in the mirror one night, or that they witnessed a ufo travel across the night sky, or that bigfoot had made an appearance while they were out camping. most of these - nearly all of these - are utter nonsense, fabrications of overactive imaginations and wishful thinking.

but once in a while, just once in a while, something dangerous bubbles to the surface. something real. something vile.

it's fitting, then, that someone tainted by something vile should set out to solve these problems.

it isn't like this was Dark's only calling in life, but it was a mantra drilled into him since he was a child to protect the people in front of him, and no demonic presence tinging his aura and flowing through his blood would set him astray from that path. it's why he's wandered so far out of his comfort zone tonight, following the trail of some matter of foul spirit to a nightclub well past the hour when most decent people were nestled into bed. you wouldn't know it from the energy inside, bass pounding, bodies writhing together on and off the dance floor. for some people this was the perfect scene.

to him, it's a perfect headache. how the fuck is he supposed to find anything in all of this? but he will; he won't allow himself to rest until the spirit is either contained or destroyed, whatever the situation demands. for now he's doing his best to blend in, dressed for the occasion in a slim-fitting black buttondown and slacks, a barely-touched beer in one hand more for appearances than anything, a pair of shades hiding his unnaturally red eyes as they scan each and every person in his line of sight.

where the hell is it...? ]

[thights]

[ another day, another ghost to grind into dust. normally, Stocking wouldn't mind another mission, but this particular venue isn't at the top of the list of her preferences... which is almost entirely due to the fact that her sister is thriving right now, completely forgetting about doing any sort of investigation and instead situating herself in the apex of all those grinding bodies on the dance floor. which — fine, it's not like Stocking isn't used to carrying the brunt of their work most of the time anyway. but the music is so loud, everyone reeks of alcohol and sweat, and she doesn't even have her beloved Honekoneko with her to keep her company. (that had been a personal choice, though; no way was she going to bring the plush along where it could potentially get a drink spilled on it. or catch one of Panty's STDs.)

but! Stocking is not anything if not a dedicated worker. or at least more-so than Panty if that even says anything, so trust she's wandering about, dressed the part, trying to keep her eyes peeled for any signs of supernatural activity. according to Garterbelt, a few club-goers have been going missing for the past couple of weekends and all signs point to ghost activity given the mysterious ways in which they just up and disappear. a few witnesses claim they'd seen something, but Stocking doesn't know if she can trust humans who seem to be 70% alcohol and 30% sleep-deprived.

she pushes her way through a crowd to get towards the bar, finding it a bit sad she has to go there to get a breath of air. leaning over the counter, she tries to flag down a bartender so she can at least get something to sip on while she scouts around, but both seem preoccupied with current orders to pay her any mind. it could also have something to do with the fact that, even in her heels, she is still easily dwarfed by a good number of other people around the bar.

huffing, she turns to the nearest tall person in her vicinity and — oh it's some weirdo wearing shades in a dark club. ]

Hey. Buy me a drink.

[pyrrhicly]

[ it isn't like he hadn't been approached at all throughout the night - but most of the people who had tried to drag him to the dance floor were too drunk to see straight, or high on something else altogether. easily dismissed, easily redirected to some other poor soul so he could continue his work (or attempting to do his work, at least). but the next voice to speak to him is... sharp. clear. it lacks the telltale slur of intoxication, which in this establishment at this hour seems to be something of a diamond-in-the-rough situation, so he turns his gaze to give the girl a closer look.

... she looks very nice. it's a shame her attitude doesn't seem to match, if first impressions are anything to go off of.

but he needs to blend in, right? and if he's going to do so it may as well be with someone who seems like they might be capable of holding a conversation for a few minutes straight. ]

You could afford to be a little more specific, you know.

[ which is probably the least polite way one could say "what are you having?", but that's just kind of par for his course. ]

[thights]

[ sure, yeah, Stocking could have at least attempted to turn on the charm for him. she's not so much undercover as she is doing pure reconnaissance, but it still always helps to put one's best foot forward... especially when one keeps insisting one is a lady.

alas, she's in a sour mood that's only getting more rotten as time goes on and the music keeps getting louder and more repetitive and there's still no sign of any funny business. so rather than try to backtrack, Stocking simply gives the man a saccharine smile and sticks her ground. ]

I was thinking I'd give you a chance to impress me.

[ except not really. it's pure bullshit at this point. Stocking knows jack shit about alcohol, apart from what it does to Panty whenever she's had a little too much of it. ]

I'll settle for anything sweet.

[pyrrhicly]

[ he's silent for a moment, contemplative (a trend she would become more used to over time). as far as he can tell, the two of them were the most coherent people in the room. was that coincidence? it wasn't impossible. but nor was it impossible that this was the mark revealing itself in plain sight. it wasn't a sure thing but he's desperate for leads right now, so it makes sense to keep her close. either she'll turn out to be the spirit herself and he'll take care of business, or not, and... well, whatever. again, he's desperate for leads.

the bartender is clearly occupied with flirtier guests who are throwing more money than he'd like to, but manipulating attention isn't that hard a trick when you've read up on it a little, when you have a little magic to coax things along. he lifts a hand, snapping his finger - it's a sound that should barely register at all over the din, yet the bartender turns his head in an instant, leaving the other waiting patrons behind as he moves to the side of the bar with Dark and his yet-unnamed acquaintance. ]

"Anything sweet", the lady says. I'm sure you'll come up with something.

[ aaaaand so the bartender sets to work on that while Dark's gaze settles back on the woman beside him, leaning an elbow against the bar as a means to lower himself just a bit closer to her level. ]

And who did I just order a drink for, exactly?

[thights]

[ that he would suspect her at all is, of course, laughable given the truth and her entire purpose for being there, but to the unwise there are definitely some factors that give his suspicions some weight; her clarity, the general aura about her that makes her seem out of place but alluringly so (like a single hanging light in the dark of the woods attracting all the unsuspecting moths), the fact she doesn't seem at all interested in the club itself... she sticks out in both looks and attitude, so based on that alone it makes sense that Dark would single her out.

Stocking, on the other hand, isn't quite so shrewd in her insight, instead initially narrowing in on the man simply because he happens to be nearby. that he would be so strange as to wear sunglasses inside, in the dark, while also seeming not to care for the club scene itself are suspicious, sure, but right now she's more interested in the fact he isn't fawning over her beauty like other humans have before him. she spoke to him first, after all! doesn't he realize what an honor that is???

and, okay yeah, that finger-snap thing is kind of strange... Stocking has enough sense of mind to at least notice that that gesture shouldn't have garnered such an immediate reaction like it did... is this man important here somehow?

she shifts to face him fully when he leans in to get closer, leaving only a few inches between them now. her long hair falls like a curtain over one shoulder like it grants them some kind of privacy in all the chaos around them. ]

Stocking. [ make fun of it and she'll stab you in the groin :) ]

And who can I thank for my drink?

leliana ♬ dragon age ♬ ota

[nuggy]

heather mason ( silent hill 3 )

[ingestion]

Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA

[wherehopegoes]

Cassia Andor | Rogue One | OTA

[yo_me_rezo]

Essa Erso-Andor | Rogue One OC | OTA

[theresalways_hope]

bruce banner | mcu | m/m

[godbreaker]

Cassian Andor | Rogue One | OTA

[in_this_fight]

Rey | Star Wars | OTA

[thesefirststeps]

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[cyberangel]

( character is seventeen

info is a work in progress. wiki's should cover the important bits but I'm open to answering any and all questions!

valkyrie chariot flavor by default. haxxor bunny au available on request. )

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[neverreallygone]