Dance with the OC above you 💃

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     "I didn't think dancing could help with swordplay, honestly," En said as he recalled the steps Pierre had taught him. What a strange guy that guy was. He was crazy energetic and had this fun, almost ditzy attitude about him that it was hard not to feel anything but fun around him, but he was full of surprises. The moves he knew were insane and made him so fast, yet also this force to be reckoned with. The prince felt like if they had gone against each other he wouldn't have been able to get a hit in.

     Lost in thought, he tripped over his footing for a second, cursing under his breath and correcting himself. He wasn't sure which was more nervewracking, dancing with Pierre or with Ren. Pierre he just felt embarrassed and inferior around, but with Ren it felt like he had high expectations to meet. After all, this person, mysterious but knowledgeable, offered to help him and even hired someone to do that. That was a lot more than he'd gotten from lots of people, especially after exile. The last thing he wanted to do was mess up and make a fool out of the both of them.

     Taking a deep breath, En resumed his movements. Light on the feet and ready to turn, his wrists loose but his grip firm. He danced around Ren just as he'd been shown, and with a few swings of his swords to compliment, it came to a close with the golden blade stopping a few inches from the blonde's chest. En gave a breathless smile. "It worked!" he cheered and relaxed his grip. "This improved my strategy and it felt effortless, too!" He rested his sword against his shoulder. "Thank you for getting Pierre to show me. You didn't need to do that, but you did it anyway. I appreciate it. I hope there's something I can do to pay you back."

You can reply to him, his evil AU, or his older self! All of them are a little clumsy but they're okay dancers.

_{I claim the dad thank you} 

Oh no. Oh no. Leika had originally asked Enette for this dance, but somehow someway her dad interfered. Vot! Leika found herself dancing with a king. The firm grip on her wrist, the overprotective gleam in his eyes, En was not playing her for a fool. Leika was in big trouble and they both knew it. She smiled as she clumsily tried to hold En's pace. "Soooo," she dragged her o's longer than necessary. "What brings you here, Loser King?" she asked. Her smile was shaky at best and her tone hazy. "This dance is suppooossed," another long drag, another obvious way of stalling time in the conversation, "to be for young people. Like me! Like your da-" pause. "Dad, when he was my age. Hip 'and fit!" she said. She tried to flex, but the awkward dancing position, made it look like a twitch instead. She looked and felt like a dying animal. A fish on land to be more precise. 

Leika laughed. Sheepishly and out of place, her eyes quickly scanned the parlor. No Enette. Shitballs.  "You can keep up pretty well though," she complimented En. "You're a good dancer..." Her lips curled and she bit her tongue. She tried, but added: "For your age," in a quick breath. Leika just couldn't help herself. Couldn't stop it. Roswell had told her, no, warned her, about En's swordsmanship. The man moved with the grace of a skilled fighter, one that was quick with a blade and still! "Aren't you supposed to be retired," she taunted. It was her way of coping and Void, they both knew that as well. "In a king's guesthouse?"

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Leika is a clumsy dancer but she's strong! Can prob lift your ocs up or something? She's mean-spirited or at least pretends to be and thus will step deliberately on your toes. Have fun 

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V OMG this so good, ill write a follow up hopefully soon!!

 Kinda assumed either Seung-Cheol knew swing or could get the hang of it hope you don’t mind-
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It wasn’t often Connie let herself indulge in simple fun activities such as this festival she found. Slipping into human form, she went out into the public. Most unaware of her oddities from a little simple reality distortion, as well as abuse of inattentional blindness. Although the people don’t notice her; she certainly noticed them. Among the lights and laughing people in the dark, she spots Seung-Cheol wandering around. Observing him for a little while, she finally approaches.
”Hello. Enjoying the festivities?“

 The man was of great interest, being reserved compared to the crowd. She listened in intently, but hoping he wasn’t too startled by being disturbed. When he finished, she only had kept asking more questions. Specifics, of what he liked best, and what was to be avoided.
Music blared in the background of their conversation; people began to gather in a specific point as the music picked up tempo. Watching them- it would seem they were doing a simple swing dance. Excitement began to swell as those on the outside clapped for the joyous dancing duo’s on the dance floor. 

Noticing the floor had gotten busy; she turned from the conversation to briefly watch.
”How about joining in, instead of simply talking about it?”
A dull smile yet excited movement. Regardless of a yes or no, she pulled Sueng-Cheol to the crowd.
“Do you know how to dance this?”

She lightly laughs while he stumbles, though it was fairly easy to get into the beat with the people. It must’ve been a surprise to be suddenly thrown into the upbeat circle- but it seemed he was getting into the flow. Following his soon established lead for each twist, twirl, and shuffle. The outside crowd yelled and clapped with every beat- the song picking up as the crowd got rowdier. 

Connie had completely forgotten to use the false humanoid face to show expression, simply enjoying the moment dancing along with Seung-Cheol. Observing his reactions to make sure she wasn’t pushing him too far- comfort zones should never be broken as a first, or last, impression.
“I apologize for simply dragging you into this; Though, I do hope you’re having fun.”
Sincerity in her words; any inconvenience to Seung-Cheol was hopefully not much as they danced.

“I admit- I can get carried away by the life of it all.“
The music finally slows as the night goes on, a slow melody to give a break from the intense footwork of earlier. The dance floor slightly dispersing to rest. Letting go of Seung-Cheol’s hand, she sighs in a bit of disappointment that the moment’s fun is over. People get tired so quickly. A slight guilt of pulling the likely exhausted man into the heat of music.

“I suggest you rest. It’s important after a long workout.”
She examines him from a distance to check for his exhaustion levels, and any hint of irritation or confliction.
”Some water is close to the band, if you need. Thank you for the dance.”

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v Uh oh, J’s gonna get nicely flung around lettin Connie take the lead

Oz had decided to take it easy tonight at the bar after having found a babysitter for his children. Him, his wife and a few other friends had planned to hang out at the bar for a little bit, but on the current moment, the only one who was there was Oz. The others would start coming around in an hour.

As the band started to play some music, Oz went to pick a table he would sit at until he noticed someone he recognized and decided to pay her a visit. He walked in her direction and when he was close enough to where she was sitting, leaned forward with a smile on his face "Well hello there, taking a time to relax a bit?" he grinned at her as he looked back at the stage "Figured it was time for me to do so at least, not something I do often but eyy, gotta give myself some slack once in a while." and figuring he had some time to kill until then, he did end up chatting with J for a little bit until a certain topic came revolving around dancing "Oh, I don't do it as much as I used to but I did enjoy dancing, and I particularly enjoyed doing swing dancing." and as he learned she did know some dance moves, he scratched his beard and smiled "Would you be down if I teach you some other moves? I havn't done that in a while so might as well be entertaining until my wife can finally come over." He would've normally went to pick her up but she wasn't that far away, just a few things to do before coming in and Oz had been working before hand.

With that said, he offered her a hand to get her up before letting her walk to the dance floor. Once they were there, he offered a hand for her to grab as he began explaining a bit how it worked and the ones he taught her were honestly fairly simple as they did some steps and they changed position with a turn around. "So this is a bit of a move that we call the barrel roll, fairly common and can become quite energetic." and as he showed her how "So what we do is a rock step, triple step, triple step, rock step, triple step, triple step!" the triple step being the moment where he would pull her hand slightly over and they would spin around while switching sides. She seemed to adapt fairly well to the moves, and he found himself enjoying teaching that to someone. It simply brought him back in time, a time he sometime dearly missed.

And so, the moves he would lead her in were slowly becoming more complicated, slightly faster "You know, you're not bad at all!" he spoke up as for a moment "How about we take this up a notch?" and as he gave her time to adapt to the speed, she soon managed to match up. Without necessarily being a pro at it, she managed fair well, yet again Oz didn't make her do anything overly rowdy. He kept it simple, fun, pleasant. He did take time to show her a few other moves but as time passed, he noticed she was starting to get a little tired and decided he'd give it some rest. He let go of her hand and smiled "You ever thought of becoming a professional dancer?" he teased lightly "You're good at this!" he smiled as he took a look at his watch "My wife and friends should be there soon, though. So I will have to go. But I wish you a wonderful night, J, thank you for sharing this dance with him. I enjoyed this very much." he gave a light bow, a lot more relaxed than other times.

And soon enough, he ended up joining the group he was originally meant to spend the night with.

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Oz is good at dancing, very good and he used to swing dance a lot. A lot more solo but can duo as well. He still knows how to kill a dance floor and can easily learn other type of dances. He's generally more interested in the 'classy' type of dances.

(Y'all are free to pick another oc if Oz just ain't it)

Just doin' a lil manual bumpin' shmumpin'

If y'all want to pick a diff oc, Kjaya, Zen, Nikolao are also good choices but really, you can chose another oc if Oz ain't your cup of tea.

v I'll edit here but I enjoyed your response ❤️

claimed ! TETCH
( i gotta say that hyde being from shadows over loathing is hilarious and it’s great )
( .. also i apologize(?) in advance if this ends up long, i get carried away with writing whoops )
( edit : hope this is alright !! lmk if you’d like me to edit anything :)) )

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Going out so happened to be one of Andromeda’s favourite ways to spend an evening — and where better to go out, than somewhere she could dance? The music swung, seeming to make the room itself dance. People passed by in all manner of suits and dress, from fanciful to looking like they’d gone directly from work ; Andromeda passed through in her dress, petticoats swishing about with each step. Though there was so much to see, so many people, Andromeda found herself, rather, enamored by the musicians. She loved music, and always had ( it carried emotion, and hearing emotions felt finer than wine ) — and hearing new music was a delight. What instrument was that, on the side? Wind instrument, reed? Saxophone? The sound was quite unique, and Andromeda found themself stealing glances to watch it more than any other instrument.

When the band paused to take a break, Andromeda found herself weaving through the crowd and towards the stage. The end of the set meant that the band members were, most likely, going to leave the stage to take a break — and Andromeda couldn’t help her curiosity! Hands folding neatly behind her back, she sidled up next to one of the players. The saxophone himself, if she recalled correctly!

“You play very well,” she began. “I enjoyed watching you perform.” A pause to consider, and then she asked, “You wouldn’t happen to enjoy being on the floor as well, would you?”

The moment he accepted, Andromeda was already accepting his hand and tugging him towards the floor. The piano had taken over in the meantime, giving the crowd something to listen to instead of bearing the silence. Keeping her hand in his, she let him swing her about, skirts flaring with each swooping motion and heeled boots clicking against the floor. He was quite the dancer! … even if she happened to narrowly avoid being pickpocketed, but she supposed that was the very reason she hadn’t left anything in her pockets in the first place. Even his fancy footwork was amusing, keeping Andromeda giggling gaily.

“Do you like playing?” she asked, making intermittent light conversation. “I’ve always wondered what it’s like to be a performer.”

The songs passed in an energized blur, and soon enough, the band had to return to the stage. Andromeda tucked a stray strand of hair back behind her ear, smiling all the while. She gave a polite curtsey. “I enjoyed dancing with you.” Even if she hadn’t known all of the steps, she’d had fun catching on! “I hope to see you again, sometime … though more likely on the stage than off!”

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for the next person : andromeda loves dancing, and won’t be shy to dance with someone new ! she loves swing and classical, especially :)) and she gets the hang of other dances quickly, if you want to try something else ! she’s very sweet and likes to have fun & make friends :))
( also i know the thread specifies no nsfw but please don’t put anything even suggestive, even if it’s just jokes, for mine. ty ! )

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edit : oh my gosh that was so cute, thank you !!! i adore that you used the iswm au omg 😂 that was great !!! sorry gidget, andromeda can be very excitable pfft — but hopefully he enjoyed her company !! ty again :))

A spaceship was not Gidget's first choice for a ballroom, but it was certainly an intriguing prospect. The party he'd been invited to was by a man known only as the Captain, the party itself being " The First Annual Captain's Charade ". He assumed it was due to the fact that he was in fact a mechanical being and that he may have been considered an asset by this mysterious captain as a rover or some other occupation. This idea would irritate Gidget greatly. Did he truly have no greater purpose than to die on Mars and sing Happy Birthday all by himself?

Nevertheless, a party was a party, and he at least found it rude to decline the invitation, and so, after having sat in the space elevator for what felt like an entire day, Gidget boarded the Invincible II and scouted the black and white ballroom out. There was a strict policy on horseplay so there weren't many guests flying all over the room in zero gravity. The gathering was thankfully lenient on dress code, so he didn't get any stares or leers from the guests. Matter of fact, the exact opposite would happen. As he asked around for where to find head engineer " Mark " which, according to the video he watched on the way up the elevator, was credited with building this spaceship, he would come across a couple consisting of a man with slick, combed back blond hair and a woman in a bright, all-covering dark green dress. The man, Benedikt was quick with words giving him a simple hello in what sounded like a foreign language, but the woman, Andromeda, was immediately fascinated by him. When the two exchanged in conversation, her being more polite and Gidget...the exact opposite, she began to realize the kind of person/robot she was talking to, and was quick to shake his hand, startling the little bot as she guided him, still by the hand, to a table where guests would normally eat.

As they sat down, she went on about how from the moment he started talking, she was quite amused by how sarcastic he sounded when he asked about Mark and The Captain initially. She had never seen a robot before with such an attitude and found it incredibly charming before telling him a " secret ": Andromeda was a doll. Not just metaphorically, which many could see, but literally as well. She slowly lifted the sleeves of her dress to reveal rounded joints, just like those on a doll. Gidget was certainly surprised by this, Andromeda rolling her sleeves back down quickly. She wasn't too proud of what she was, and while Gidget was certainly startled by the sudden invite, this was something that he directly told her that he massively understood and related to. Andromeda was so pleased by this, explaining her life with her creator and his expectations on her as Gidget nodded along, even laughing with her as she described how dumb this man was.

What Gidget wasn't laughing about, however, was when Andromeda took the notion of Gidget feeling more relaxed and eager as an invitation to dance.

The little bot was yet again whisked away by the hand as Andromeda heard one of her favorite, slower songs playing by the loudspeakers. Without a moment's notice, both of Gidget's hands were held by Andromeda as she slowed maneuvered him around the dance floor. The poor robot's cheeks glowed a bright blue hue as he stared at Andromeda with frozen, nervous eyes before looking away from her angrily. Andromeda only giggled at this, finding it adorable as the two continued to maneuver around the ballroom floor. Andromeda asked him many questions about if he had ever danced before or how long he'd been active as a robot, but he couldn't say a word, not while his mental state was completely flooded by all this. Gidget stumbled in his step, almost tripping over another dancer's foot before Andromeda caught him by his back, gently tilting him upward onto his feet. He was thankful for that at the very least, a quiet " thanks " being the most he could say in this 4 minute slow dance. Of course, he couldn't help but let out another, more brash comment at the same time.

" Y-you really need to learn about consenting parties... "

Gidget doesn't particularly hate dancing, at least not on his own. He enjoys dancing to techno and disco a fair bit, but it's dancing with a partner where he feels things get awkward. He won't bite, but he'll either just be looking away or just staring deadpan in embarrassment the whole time. He'll be blushing up a storm either way. 

It was almost a scene straight out of a flashy action movie; Coyote was loafing around in a disco club, carefully scanning the area for a bounty target he had recently picked up. The various lights and distracting scenery made it hard to pick out faces, but he wouldn't give up yet. But, it was apparent that he was standing, doing nothing for a suspiciously long amount of time, at least that's what he thinks that other people thought of him. Peeling his back off of the wall that he was leaning against, the Fraud began to wander around the area of the club, trying to appeal as just another clubgoer amongst the crowd. Maybe by moving around, he'd be able to get a better range of view.

Coyote then set his sights on the dancefloor. It was filled with people, to the point where he couldn't exactly see every face there. The only illumination was the colored flashing lights, the floor itself, and the many glowing wristbands and other accessories worn by the other clubgoers, which didn't exactly give a good enough lighting to pinpoint a recognizable face. Coyote would be a fool not to get a closer look. For all he knows, the target could be in that crowd.

The vibration of the bass that came from the loud eurodisco music rumbled underneath the Fraud's feet, stronger and stronger as he approached the dancefloor. Hopefully he wouldn't look too strange, all by himself. Coyote wasn't really much of a dancer, but at least attempting to dance would make himself look a bit more authentic? Having a feel of the tempo and rhythm, the follower observed the moves of the other dancers and copied whatever he saw as he moved along the dancefloor, getting a better look at the other people here. But, no luck so far.

Suddenly, his leg accidentally knocks against someone else. Turning around to whoever he accidentally bumped against, " SORRY ! " being displayed upon the shield of his helmet, Coyote was a bit confused to see that there wasn't a person in front of him. At least, not until he looked down to find the small robot. A large wave of panic and guilt was sent through the follower's mind, crouching down to Gidget's level and waving apologetic hands around. A little " >_<lll " face was now projected on Coyote's helmet, as he looked left and right, assessing whether or not anyone else witnessed such an embarrassing moment.

Turning back to Gidget, the Fraud hangs his head to look down to the ground for a few seconds, trying to think of what to do. " CONTINUE DANCE . WE DANCE . YES ! " [ Just... Continue dancing, okay? We'll dance and pretend nothing happened, yeah? ] Coyote instructed, pulling himself up to his knees and beginning to lightly dance to the beat of the music. He did it a little bit more awkwardly than before, and tried his best to keep up with that act for a little while longer, but he slowly stops moving upon observing that Gidget wasn't exactly into dancing cooperatively with another person. It only made the moment even more embarrassing to the Fraud, and probably to Gidget as well. Yet another face flickered onto Coyote's shield, " o.o; ". Maybe... just maybe it was time for Coyote to leave. He was just on the brink of dying from unease.

The follower bolted off of the dancefloor, being careful not to bump into anyone else. Making his way to a more secluded area, he rested his head in his hands, internally screaming. He didn't even get to do what he had solely come to the dancefloor for, and it's too late to go back and get it done. What was more discomforting, though, was the familiarity of the robot that he had bumped into... where did he see such a robot? If anything, it ticked a lightbulb in his head, some sort of bounty listing...

@np, I don't mind what you do with Coyote, just go nuts lol. Any of my other ocs with the 'forumgameOK' tag on them are also options for you.

Spiteful war, was the Knight's concept, and apparently, it included bounty hunting criminal organizations. Or, apparently, Hell was just throwing him into anything that made a decent amount of sense so he'd be more useful than taking six depression naps a day. Knight didn't know- nor, really, care. 

The Knight was obselete, but he was good at his job, and he almost immediately got a picture of the scales of good and evil when he entered the hall- slight adjustments were made to his estimations, when he scanned the room, but they were small. Something big was going to happen. He could tell- and, he could tell that he needed to prevent it. But he needed no demonic skill to tell who would do it.

A cat-eared bounty hunter sat on the edge of the hall, watching the ball with no emotion on his face. The Knight was usually the one motivating murders, but he could prevent them fine. He slipped into his human disguise- a 6'0 brown man with a buzz cut and stubble, wearing just enough formal black clothing to not be stared at, and absolutely no more. A balck button-up, a leather jacket, a black skirt, and a pair of combat boots.

"Aren't we supposed to be dancing?" he snarked, now beside Coyote. No change to the screen, or words. Okay. He gently grabbed his wrist, and, radiating a vibe of annoyance, the Coyote followed- it was harder to say no than to go along with it. Would make too much of a scene. Exactly how the Knight liked it. 

The Fraud was looking for someone, Knight assumed, and if he could distract him for the rest of the night... or at least the next half hour... that someone would leave. Then the something doesn't happen, and the Knight keeps the scales balanced. And then he could go back to his nap.

They ended up in an awkward little waltz, Coyote's screen finally displaying something ten minutes in- >:(. The Knight assumed that he had missed his target- at least for tonight. He smiled, and then the demon dissappeared in a blink. His job was done.

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np, he likes waltzes :) or like, tangos. something formal like that. he'll probably be the one leading, for the pure sake of hes so fucking tall. the ic links to a subgallery since this story is in his demon days- his main profile has actual information on him though read that. feel free to do something with his robot form but im not sure how you would do that exactly.

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v silly follow up,,,

Normally, a demon's powers were insinctual, easy, excecuted with barely a thought. But it had been a while since the Knight went up to Earth, and so he was... rusty. He'd forgotten his invisibility. He didn't realize it until a man walked up with an offer to dance- he'd just disappear right then, but...

To be honest, he admired his courage. 

It was a very wrath demon thing to do, but he took it, and almost immediately stole the lead- made it a competition, barely different from his spars with his brothers. He wasn't sure how the several-feet-shorter man would manage, anyway. He did feel stares on his back, but he was already indulging in stupid decisions today, so he paid them no mind. There were maybe 60 people, and this was a town where few had internet. He wouldn't break the masquerade anytime soon.

When the song ended- some soft country ballad- he stayed steady for just enough seconds for people to notice, and then disappeared- mentally preparing for the talking-to he'd be getting from his higher-ups.

It started in a shadowy corner of the ballroom. Michael had abandoned his hat and had been forced to switch into something "more presentable". He was invited here by his on and off again fling, Winona, who had ditched him within minutes of arriving. Well. That's how he saw it, at least. If you left out the fact they fought the whole way there, and he refused to meet any of her friends. 

It was a little depressing though. Michael actually did enjoy dancing- though maybe not in a fancy place like this. Before he knew it, the music had tugged him into the middle of the floor, standing awkwardly among the people dancing. He tried his best to scan the room for Winona, but truthfully, he wasn't in the mood to see her. That's when his eyes landed on a tall figure further down in the room- and for a second Michael questioned how he could have missed him. He towered over those around him, and maybe it was the lighting, but he didn't exactly look human. 

Michael wasn't one to believe in the supernatural, even if it was eight feet, grey, and in his face. Maybe he had ate some bad food. Whatever it was, Michael found himself walking up to the man, pushing past the swaying crowd. When he arrived in front of the man, he stared up, eyes narrowing to focus on his face. His hand extended. 

He was used to leading in a waltz, he was very used to wrapping his arm around his partner's waist, staring down at them blankly. This was the opposite. Staring up at the stranger and dancing, it felt almost like a fight. With every step, Michael felt himself trying to out-do the other.

The worst part? The stranger was a better dancer. The competition felt extremely one sided. Michael was resisting the urge to push the man away with every second that passed. In the end though, he didn't. The dance ended just as the song did. As Michael stepped away, he felt the eyes of the people around them staring. 

Did they see what he was seeing, or was it just a really good dance?

@ np , Michael is a pretty good dancer! He generally likes more fancy stuff, but you would totally see him doing some stupid dance in a bar or something