outofshadows | 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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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?"

"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."

Carefully, Some tries to work his one free hand out from under his body. When Xeno's grip tightens, he stops with a brief grunt, two wrists grinding together. He's far from sturdy, here.

"Ease up," he says, voice carefully soft. "I'm not fighting you."

He isn't, and the reminder is enough for Xeno to force himself to calm somewhat, or at least let up on his grip.

"I'm sorry." His voice is anguished now, full of emotion that has no direction to go in. "I did not mean to hurt you." One hand lets go entirely, and the arm curls around the bottom part of Some's torso. Xeno's head turns, the pressure against Some's spine becoming more like a nuzzle.

"Will you stay?"

He shifts, lower body straightening slightly as he gets his foreleg back, and he wraps it around the arm at his waist. "I'm not hurt." Mostly true. He'll feel the bruises soon, he's sure.

"Did something happen?"

"It is not one thing. It is -- everything." More than anything, it is his own inability to adjust. He can see how many people are content here, how they build their lives. They even fail to shrink away from him because of his appearance. So why does it still feel so wrong?

His hand slides a little, feeling Some's fur, the solid warmth of his body. He wants to be enveloped in it.

"Please," he says. "Please -- hold me." He will loosen his grip if Some starts to move.

Comfort, and the raw need for it, is something Some thinks he understands. He hesitates just a moment before shifting, just a brief test first. When Xeno lets him move, he slowly edges out from under him enough that he can sit up, just his upper body lifting, and he twists fluidly to gather him into his arms. He favors the two shoulders on his left side, the ones that hit the ground hard, but it's still a full hug, tight and four-limbed.

"It's okay. It will be okay," he whispers, furred cheek against a scarred one.

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