Shipping Meme

[shadowmods]

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 temple that is dedicated to Berkano, which is the rune of love and new beginnings. Think Midsummer Night's Dream. 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. Your characters have ACTUALLY stumbled upon a room in the temple that is dedicated to Kenaz, the rune of fire, passion, and sex. There's no stopping you, even if you tried. Luckily, the room is prepared for that, and comes equipped with a bed. Whether or not you guys make it that far across the room is another question.

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. 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.


NOTE: Feel free to throw any mirrors into play if you're interested!

Comments

[dublinbrogue]

"Nah, you didn't I did. The luck's mine this time to have you." He spoke with a wink. He loved being playful to her. "See and I came after the classics were startin' to get ugly. I was born in '74 love." He added playfully. "Learned to drive in a mini o' all things." He liked ANgel's car much better. That thing was a beast, despite the fact he'd rammed it into a gate... "Aye, that it would make it easier. And hey I don't gotta know how to do anything like that here. No cars, but I can change a tire and check fluids. Sadly thats pretty much it." He chuckled a bit looking embarrassed "Harry taught me to change breaks though. Her dad was a mechanic."

[dublinbrogue]

"Well I do enjoy all of your kisses." Even if it wasn't the same type he was a bit of a dork all the same. He looked at her with a bit of a unsure look. "Because your both real important to me and I'm paranoid o' everythin' as I'm sure you noticed. I just don't want bad blood between the two I adore."

[nott_caine]

"Well now I know you are flattering me." She laughed, pecking his lips. "Did you learn the old European way? Driving on the wrong side of the road, contending with sheep crossing?" She tilted her head, considering what he told her. "So she was good with cars as well. You really do like this sort of woman."

[nott_caine]

She relaxed, calming at the explanation. Trust Doyle to know just what to say to charm her. "I don't know him well enough to have bad blood between us. But he seemed fine when we met on the streets and then later during that whole goddess thing."

[master_kenobi]

Walking through the temple corridors, Obi-Wan sensed Zoey's presence in a nearby room with strange writing on the door. He frowned slightly in curiosity, then stepped inside.

"...Zoey?"

[dublinbrogue]

"Yep, and when I went to the states I scared the shit out o' people cause Ma forgot to mention that you don't drive on that side." He spoke with a bit of a grin. It was a fun memory. "We came to the states in me late teens I'd already learned to drive a year or two before. Though no sheep crossin's for me. Dublin didn't really had that issue. Same shitty traffic as LA had just different side o' the road."

"She was good at a lot o' stuff, and not always. Just turns out that I favor a woman that can be stronger then most men. I can tell you for certain I doubt Cordelia knows anything 'bout cars or the like." Then again he knew she changed a lot so maybe he was wrong.

[dublinbrogue]

"Ange's a really good man. He has his bitch moments but all o' us guys do it just comes with the territory." DOyle tended to work his bitch moods out in bar fights or drank through them. "You'll love'em once you get to know him. I promise that."

[nott_caine]

"I imagine that was quite an experience. Of course, with the right amount of alcohol, we'd be living that memory again. If we had cars here. At least we have the alcohol." She smirked, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I look forward to seeing Dublin...I wish I could be with you when I first see it."

Nott nodded, "I imagine Cordelia was a special circumstance. Though she is strong in her own way."

[nott_caine]

"Careful talking him up to me," she said, stepping a bit away to look at him over her shoulder. "Might make me fall in love with him."

[dublinbrogue]

"That's a bit mean." He teased some following after her because who couldn't follow that beautiful woman. He pushed some of his wet hair from his face. "You wouldn't do that. I know you better."

[dublinbrogue]

"Actually maybe not, I may be a bit o' a speed demon. no pun intended." Okay he's more of a maniac behind the wheel... "but I'm a pretty good driver, more so drunk since I concentrate more. After slammin' Angel's car into a gate and havin' to take her to three chopshops to get her fixed I learned. and Aye, at least we have the liquor." A kiss placed on the top of her head. "I wish I could be there with you too. God knows I miss the sight o' the city but just the image o' you bein' there is more then enough. Stop by the the long hall, you'll love it."

"She is, she didn't take shit from no one and she never played the damsel in distress." He spoke fondly. "ALright, your right I may have a type but I don't have eyes for anyone but you anymore."

[nott_caine]

"You smashed Angel's car into some gates? Oh lord, this is a story I have to hear. How much did you drink that night and who was chasing you?" She couldn't help but tease him. There was the chance that it was done for some greater purpose, knowing how Doyle cared about Angel and anything to do with him. But she did enjoy giving him a playful jab every now and then.

"I know you do. It's not like I don't have a type either. They are usually brawlers with a poetic heart underneath."

[nott_caine]

"I don't know, with all this talk about how great he is, I think I have fallen for him. He is SUCH a hero." She fluttered her eyes, giving a teasing swoon.

[dublinbrogue]

Oh look she got him blushing from that embarrassment. "I was stone cold sober." He admitted. "It was the night I met Delia." He explained as he ran a hand through his hair. "He went in the vampires lair not knowin' Delia was in there an' left me with the car, so I could play get away driver for him when he came out only I heard gunfire and I wasn't battle ready so I bolted, speed off as quickly as I could get the car goin'... I started to feel like a real bastard half way down the street and turned around cursin' up a storm and decided I'd storm the gate and go help him.... it was a real good gate." He looked embarrassed all the same.

"Poetic, eh? Looks like you messed that one up love. Ain't no poetry to me." He tried to cover that one up.

[dublinbrogue]

"Hey hey!" He looked a bit concerned as he moved around to stand before her walking backwards. "I can be just as heroic when I want." Look he puffed up a little.

[nott_caine]

"What magical night." She chuckled, his exploits always hilarious. "Stone cold sober, meeting Cordelia and becoming a hero. I'd say that was a good night for you." Nott grinned. "I never believed you would be one to run away though. Generally you go charging into fights. Like the day we met."

She leaned up, kissing him. "Liar. You are a broguish rogue! you know it deep down! All poetry and charm."

[nott_caine]

"Oh really?" She considered him, enjoying the game. "I don't know. Aren't you the Robin to his Batman?"

HA HA HA HA HA I need a moment |D

[unflagging]

Don't worry about the groom (how does that work, exactly, anyway? can't be a bridegroom if there's no bride; must be a groomgroom, but that's awkward). He's taking his sweet time tying his tie, fixing his shoelaces, mixing wine and blood, and drawing arcane magic circles on the mirror in charcoal (a dab of it mixed with honey under his tongue too) just to make sure that nothing that might go, ceremonially speaking, would truly be binding. Breaking promises before they're made. Nothing new here.

He paused a moment, in the midst of the second outer ring of aforementioned circles and looked aside, thinking of how exactly the hell he'd gotten himself in this situation in the first place.

Really, this was kind of A New One.

Not that he hadn't been married before, but it usually wasn't... Well, wasn't this all so modern and open-minded and progressive.

It could be a smart match, for as long as it lasted.

He set the circle with the blood-in-wine and drank the rest of the cup (could've used another cup or two--no he was not nervous, fuck you very much).

All right, no use delaying the inevitable. They'd come looking for him sooner or later. Shoes were shiny, cuffs were straight, tie was straight, coattails...flapping, no charcoal on his teeth, even some flowers in his lapel (aww, a red rose, how thoughtful, how thoughtful).

Actually, if one asked him, he thought he looked damn well in this face when he was dressed. And he grinned at his reflection.

All right, all right--he trotted off to the chapel. But not so far as the door itself, though he'd caught a glimpse of the other pacing there (like to wear a hole in the floor, really, and certainly going to end up with wilted cuffs if he kept rubbing on them). He stopped short and tucked himself behind the corner of the last doorframe, just out of sight, and he called from his hiding-place:

"Is it still bad luck to see each other before the ceremony?"

Gag. What a line.

[dublinbrogue]

He always found a way to make his misadventures sound awesome. He was quite the story teller, namely after a few rounds. "I'm no hero, I'm the side kick. Diggin' out bullets and drivin' round to chop shops doesn't make one a hero. Though it was me fault we ended up with the detective agency. I lied to Delia to try and impress her by sayin' Angel was gonna do so and so it just kind of happened." He had been glad that day when Angel rolled with it. "I'm sadly known for runnin' love." He admitted a bit of a embarrassed look. "I was three sheets to the wind the day we met, enough whiskey will make any Irishman itch to spill blood. Why do you think I keep a flask o' liquid courage in me jacket at all times?"

He kissed her back before he pulled back a bit to respond. "Maybe it's true but I can deny it all I please." he spoke laying the brogue on thicker.

[dublinbrogue]

"Hey hey, even Robin became Nightwing! He was his own bloody hero in time." Oh yeah she got a rise out of him with that before adding. "And neither me or Angel will ever wear tights."

RNG tells me 6! (Ironically)

[unflagging]

The wonderful thing about the beds here in Othala was that they were very, very big. Very, very.

Sure, it's a bad stylistic choice to double the adjective like that (especially one like "very"--bleh), but put 'em together, double 'em up, and they sort of hop along. Kids say "very, very" all the time. Playful-like.

Point is, the beds were, in fact, very, very big. And, they required the playful double adjective because there was a lot of playful double-adjectival action that went on in them. Well, double-verbal action, at least. "Fucking" could be a verb or an adjective ("they were fucking, but now they are asleep in the giant fucking bed"--although "fucking" here could almost be an identifying adjective more than just an emphatic adjective, a specific bed for fucking, &c.)

And since these beds were very, very big, that meant that there was a great deal of rooooooooooooooom for doing things like rolling around, tumbling over, changing positions, ending up sideways (yeah, it was wide enough for that!), losing things in the sheets, and not asking questions.

What was hilarious, though (and he tried not to laugh as he thought about it, as his situation would not do for hilarity or at least not for laughter) was how, after the fact, in the midst of post-coital sleep (not to get too medically adjectival about it), the two parties involved seemed uninterested in the great vastness, the great snowfields, the great snow-covered plains and prairies of sheets that descended from the white peaks of Mount Pillow down into the rolling ridges of the Comforter Foothills.

In point of fact, they seemed determined to remain as close as possible to one another as if in spite of the space, as if the space were either fearful or an insult or something to be scorned. No, they said, we are done with such expanses and we shall now content ourselves with arguing against the laws of physics themselves and deny that two bodies cannot occupy the same space. Behold us.

For the moment, at least, anyway.

He shook the sleep out of his head a little better, stopped thinking about Mount Pillow (and how one could make it look a bit like the Devil's Tower if that point was pushed down), and reassessed the very welcome and warm female flesh draped on him at the present moment.

[capt_forehead]

Angel nearly purred, the rumble coming low from the back of his throat. One hand runs up her side, gathering an ample breast in it and squeezing firmly. With a thrust against her for emphasize, he mutters around his kisses on her. "Pants."

[nott_caine]

"Nah, without you, I think that Angel would have been lost. You're the heart of your group. He relies on you in a way he doesn't seem to with anyone else. I think he needs you. They both need you." She murmured, adding, "I need you too. And I doubt you're a coward. You just have great instincts."

[nott_caine]

"Well Angel did once. He's from around my time. He wore lots of tights. Shows confidence." She laughed.

[dublinbrogue]

Doyle made a bit of a face and shook his head some "That image is distrubin' and theirs a difference between old world tights and batman's tights."