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Shipping Meme

Welcome to the ToS Shipping Meme! The rules are simple.
1. Post your character/preferences.
2. Reply to other characters with one of the following scenarios
3. Ship it!
Remember, this is just a fun meme so you can ship things that would NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY in game. Yay for no in-character consequences to bad decisions.

SCENARIOS

1. Stupid Cupid Your characters stumble upon a room in the lab in the The Administrative Tower. A mist is in the air, something to help releive stress and make work production much better. Your characters may be close friends, strangers, or sworn enemies. Whatever the case is, they are now suddenly and inexplicably in complete and total love. They may or may not be aware that this makes no sense, but they can't help themselves.

2. Some Like It Hot Forget love and new beginnings. Something strange must be in the drink supply. There's no stopping you, even if you tried. Whoever you find first is the lucky person. Will you make it to a bed or not is anyone's guess.

3. I Can Hear The Bells Your characters are getting married. Maybe it's true love, maybe it's to get out of marrying Tristan, maybe you're being forced into it and this ship is a little dub-con, or maybe it's because you accidentally participated in some Nysgod ritual and weren't aware of its implications. Either way, the wedding is about to happen or just has. How do you feel about that?

4. I Don't Want To Go Your character has been determined to NOT be the one for Tristan. Whether or not they like it, they're being sent home. Do they choose to spend it with a close friend, with the one they love? Or maybe, do they decide to finally tell that person they've always had a crush on just how they feel? You only have one night left, what you do with it is up to you.

5. The First Time Your characters are interested in each other and it's time to do something about it. Either the first date, the first kiss, the first I love you....or some other significant first. Whatever it is, it's definitely time to take that step. So who's going to take the initiative?

6. The Morning After Your characters definitely went at it. Maybe it's the first time, maybe they're cheating on someone, maybe it was out of anger. Whatever the case, for some reason, it was significant and you're going to have to talk about it. Good morning, Starshine! The earth says it's time for some cuddling and/or awkward conversation.

7.Fuck The Man Tired of the rules, tired of the work hours? Why do it? Why not grab someone you like or dislike and slam them down in the staff room of the work space. Or against a tree in the park. Or even the landlady's office. They may not like it but who cares. It's time to work out some stress.

8. Potpourri Have another idea? Pregnancy, proposal, accidental body contact, trapped together, caught in the rain, hurt/comfort, etc? Go for it! Make your own scenarios up and run with them.

[ I totally stole the source code off the old one and altered it for the new setting, so ALLLLLL credit goes to the mods.]

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She turned as he came back into the room, nursing a glass of tequila as she smiled at him nervously. It had taken all of her strength to follow him back to his place, knowing that soon they would be sharing their first night together. Strangely, he seemed in control of the situation, which she needed more than she could say. His strength helping her confirm that this was the right move.

"Hey," she whispered.

The blinding-white heat of rage begins to pull back, and Xeno finds himself on his side, his toes curling and pressing against the floor and his face pressed into Some's fur. His arms are tangled around the grue from behind, holding what limbs he can grasp in place. He hears a short, wordless, choked keening sound, and realizes it's his own voice.

He knows he lost control. It happens when things get to be too much. He doesn't mean -- he doesn't want to hurt his friend.

And he knows if he lets go, these feelings will have to direct somewhere else. At the Nysgods who are keeping them captive, or at the masters who make them work... it would be just. But the last time he did something similar, he had been acting alone.

He's so tired of being alone.

He lets out another sound, this one closer to a sob, half-muffled against Some's fur. His grip changes, becomes less overtly forceful. But he doesn't let go.

Half-stunned, Some pants, his lower chest still struggling to draw a good breath after its impact with the floor. The attack had been sudden, unexpected and frantic, and he hadn't had time to fight back before he'd found himself slammed down, weight on his back with a familiar scent, and now he was on the floor, hind legs buckled and one foreleg caught up against his upper body, three arms captured with it.

He can break the hold, he thinks. He's not sure. He's not sure he needs to, either.

He tips his head back, listening, head still ringing.

"... Xeno?"

He may or may not have let his eyes linger a little - for the sake of politeness, of course - as she removed her jacket, joining him a slightly more casual state of dress. "Well, that makes sense. This way you can beat out a little bit of the stress. Saves everyone around you from potential wrath being taken out on them," he nodded carefully, smirking, giving his knuckles another brief massage.

At her next comment, Draco just smirked. "Oh, I'm glad someone told me that before I started. It probably would have saved me the trouble of dealing with all this," he said, holding his hand up to show off that redness, and a faint bit of bruising around his knuckles. "Though I don't know - I think it makes me look sort of masculine, hm? Like I've gotten into a tussle and won."

"It's either beat it out here or go pick a fight with someone who can handle me." After all, Devi didn't attack defenseless people and the rest of her gardening team was just that. She looked at his hand again when it rose and after his comment, she drug a pointed gaze up him as though she were seeing him for the first time to evaluate, green eyes stopping to meet with grey.

Devi smirked back. "A bit yeah, but it might just be because you're shiny and you weren't doing too badly by yourself. And I'd ask if you asked anyone, but I'm pretty sure you didn't. Had you've, you could have save the marring of them." His hands that is and Devi gestures to them with a quirk of an amused eyebrow as she steps past him.

"I'm sure there are more than just the two options," Draco replied mildly, pushing one hand through his hair before fluttering that hand through the air. "But if those are the two options you like, then far be it for me to deny you that."

He barely bit back a snigger, both brows rising a bit sceptically. "Shiny? Really?" A pause. "No, I didn't ask. Unfortunately, I had no idea who to ask, and I wasn't really that inclined to seem ignorant to everyone else around here." His eyes followed her as she moved around him, his body turning a little to follow along as well. "I'll endure somehow."

Her flat was smallish. Mostly it was decorated with posters of he different body systems. Skeletal, neural, circulatory etc. One rather interesting poster showed a cross section of a brain. And in one corner was a life size skeleton. Clearly the flat of either a doctor or a serial killer.

Martha reached for the mint. Calming, no caffeine, better choice all around. With the leaves prepped and the kettle on the stove finally, she came back to the living room and kicked off her heels before sitting down. Martha stretched her toes out against the floor before then neatly tucking them up underneath herself.

Now that she had invited him in, she sort of lost all idea of what to talk about. She's not normally this nervous or even this demure. And now that she's waiting for the kettle to heat up, there's nothing to busy her hands with.

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"Masochist," she replied, perhaps a little more coyly then she had intended, the curling grin shifting the words,"Far be it from you to deny me anything, but those are the only two options that I'm aware of. Unless you'd like to enlighten me?"

Devi came to a stop beside the punching bag and turned back around to face him, trying in vain to ignore the fact that she'd felt the gaze the whole way. "That way you won't seem to be the only ignorant one." There was an emphasis on seem that implied she knew that he was smart, despite any of his efforts.

The gentle lift of his shoulder, timed with the upward curl of his mouth and downward turn of his eyes - almost ashamed or sheepish, if it weren't for that faintly wicked smirk - did nothing to suggest he was adverse to such coyness. He leaned against the heavy bag, one hand curling up around the top to hold onto it so he didn't just fall over when it moved. Though he wasn't entirely certain what made him so interested or intrigued at that particular moment in time, none of this seemed like a bad idea to the blond. Even though he was well aware she could probably kill him before he blinked if he said the wrong thing.

"Oh, you know - stress can be worked off in similar ways. Just as exhausting, if you're doing it right, but much less enjoyable by yourself. Unlike punching things, which is just fine by your lonesome," he responded, fluttering his free hand as he twisted a little, leaning into her space just a little bit more. His smirk was almost a leer, but somehow a bit more classy than that.

For some reason, that look made her think she's opened up a bit of trouble for herself. A risky venture maybe, but at this point one she was willing to take one. While Draco had her outstripped in experience by a long shot, she was neither stupid nor innocent; she understood what he was implying. Though, were they to go down this path, killing would be right out. Assuming Draco knew what he was doing.

Devi had to tilt her head back a little to look up at him, for some reason continually forgetting that he's got a good three inches on her, but she doesn't pull back. A hint of color comes to her cheek, but the confidence in her eyes don't waver. A lot has been seen of Draco Malfoy, but not the wicked little charmer. It suited him very very well.

"It's an awful shame then, that I don't know of someone who can..." Her lips curled into a sly grin as she verbally makes her choice, "Perform well enough to fill that role." A challenge? Maybe, if he chooses to take it that way.

She had absolutely opened up trouble for herself, and probably more than a bit. While Draco was happy to respect boundaries, he was, in fact, a little bit relentless when he got an idea into his head. Of course, her words weren't exactly deterring him; she was a terrible enabler.

That said, that flush that had crept up her cheeks was intriguing, and he couldn't deny that he sort of wanted to see more of it. "Maybe you haven't been looking hard enough," he suggested mildly, his own smirk growing wider yet. It was definitely taken as a challenge. "Maybe," Draco went on after a moment, releasing the bag to step a bit closer to her, trapping her almost playfully between himself and the bag, "There are people right under your nose who fit the bill."

Devi is a horrid enabler and she knows it. Knowing what they were alluding too and actually being trapped between the bag and a suddenly too tall wizard were different things. Her heart still jumped at his words and the color deepened slightly as she was forced to look up at him from under her lashes.

"If you're volunteering yourself, I seem to be under your nose." Ever the literalist, but she continues with a slight tilting back of her head still wearing that coy little grin, "Though, I wouldn't say no."

"Some." Yes, he knows. He isn't blind, not at least in terms of sight. Or touch. The grue is furry and skinny and Xeno can feel the shape of his skeleton underneath his fingers. There's comfort in it, knowing there's another being there, someone alive and breathing who can be held onto.

And his anger still flares inside him. He breathes like a furnace.

"They cage nature. Tell us when to work, when to sleep. There is structure, but no sense."

He grips onto Some for dear life, for a moment. Strong hands. Stronger, even, than they look. His forehead digs into Some's back, just to the right of his spine. His voice becomes plaintive.

"Please -- do not try to run."

His ego was never one that needed much of a boost. Inflated as it naturally was, Merlin was still shy over some things and he dipped his head against her hand.

"So you have what you desire now."

This was strange and getting stranger, but Merlin wasn't afraid of her. Nor of the hazy reasons that they might have taken to get them here. He was no stranger to the effects of love spells but it had never been Merlin on the receiving end of one before. He did not recognize it.

He was deep in dreams of better days before the new world the rare good times in his dark world. And he was shaken from his land of dreams by a jab to the ribs.

A groan of protest came from him as his body started the process to wake up. It took a bit of blood for him to wake up. Which is usually why he eats soon after he wakes when he is by himself. After a few moments, one of the green eyes slowly cracked open. He was still cold just less stiff.

"I was suppose to leave was I not?" He asked wondering if he misread the situation.

They were on familiar territory. The game of love was one that she knew expertly, even when her heart was lost. It was easier to rely on natural talents than to bumble about and play the fool. It protected her, shielding her from derision and rejection, something that was likely, as Merlin had never expressed an interest in her before. She could tease and remain coy, using her arsenal of tricks, and wait for clearer signs. A rabbit hidden in the high grass, waiting to dart across the plain.

"So I do," she mused, her smile returning. "Perhaps then I should depart? Now that my desire as been alleviated? Should that please you, mon professeur?"

Never mind that she could probably push past him without much issue at all. Draco might have been tall, but he certainly wasn't burly; there was clearly muscle hidden beneath that t-shirt, but it was lean. Nothing about this interaction was even remotely near subtle anymore, with their intents thinly veiled. Draco knew it, and Devi certainly seemed to know it.

He didn't even bother responding verbally that time, instead moving to brace himself at the top of the bag again as he leaned in, closing what little distance remained between the pair of them so he could press his mouth to hers, intent on kissing that coy little grin right off.

His eyes scanned the posters, a bit facinated by them. Medicine had never been something he had put a lot of thought into since he died, not intil the late 70's to mid 80's while Alexis was dying. Even then he couldn't explain how things worked he just wanted her better.

Had he not already sat down he might have gone over and put his hat and the sunglasses in inner jacket pocket on the skeleton just to be silly but he was seated and she had returned so he smiled softly.

"I did not quite expect your home to reflect your work." He spoke to breach a subject easily, his eyes now focused on her. She was after all the most stunning person to him at the moment.

He had been married much faster to his first wife, but that had been arranged quickly and he still felt it was too long of a wait. ~~The fact he had knocked her up and all~~

This was not New York, nor was it Katherine. This was a new world, and a woman from before he was born but she made him feel like he had not in ages.

"I agree completely." he kissed the back of her hand as he walked with her.

He nodded in return to her greeting. He had tossed the suit shirt somewhere as he walked by, dressed still in the pinstripped pants, the suspenders hanging loose around him and a muscle shirt still on as he walked up to her, all crazy hair and smiles.

"You don't need that poison." He spoke softly, his hand reached out to glide through her hair. "You have something much better waiting."

"You are quite deserving, of that and more." He replied in the same tone. His arms staying firmly around him as the green eyed monster looked over Charles' face. "Do you know what I am thinking?" He asked low. He liked the idea of not needing to say what he desired. Then again, he did like to tease too. Chemically induced or not, Dorian was always a giving lover.

It was nothing short of a dream. How had they come to this point? Where since their meeting to now did they become friends? Lovers? Wed? She was still deep within the haze, her mind and body separate, as she felt she stared down upon herself. As though a separate being from the Reinette that had first come to this world.

"Where now?" She whispered, looking up into the eyes of her new husband. An enchanted smile shining across her face.

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Despite hating to wear them 3/4ths of the time anymore. Dorian still had mad love for how good any man could look in the proper suit. He could look down right debonair again if the right suit and hair style. Draco always looked perfect.

Dorian leaned in some. "What if I told you, I could make you moan like a wanton escort. With just my teeth, would you be interested?" He purred. He knew his kiss was just the start of the journey.

Yes, she could push past him and what got her going was that she chose not to. Devi had never been into thick or burly men, always preferring lean and the muscle was just a bonus. She had also never been one for dancing too much around things unless she was bored.

Devi was not bored.

She shifted her lips back playfully, almost tauntingly before letting him kiss her. It was just on this side of unsure but it was only a moment before Devi relaxed and leaned into him a little, testing.

Maybe it was just a lunitic she was looking for? AS he smiled down at her and couldn't help a cheeky grin at the question he stopped a pace and let go of her hand to scoop her up bridal style and started carry her from where they were to spend the evening.

"We can play and play cards, or get better acquainted?" He spoke with a playful grin.

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Shipping Meme

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Warning: here there be monster smut. Also, potentially dubious circumstances.

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Are we assuming they are in the Temple or in some other place?

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Poor poor Sulu.

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I would say yes just for sake of solo room~!

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