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]

He went quiet for a long moment holding her silently. Letting her words sink in, it was something he had never really put thought too. "I'm just inspired to stay alive and protect those I love, and if that protection means voidin' me own exsistance it's okay because those I love can keep goin'."

[nott_caine]

That was enough to drop her smile. The thought of him ceasing to exist was like pouring ice water through her veins. "No," she said to him fiercely, holding tightly to his arms. "Don't sacrifice yourself for anyone. Not again. I am not about to lose you!"

[advancedbosoms]

The mind attached to the warm female flesh was not, in fact, thinking of anything involving expanses of bed sheets or mountaintop pillows.

She dreamed of the beach. Nude on the sand, sun warm on her skin, waves coming in to cover her legs. She dreamed of the cool water lapping across her skin and the feeling of wet sand between her toes and of an impossibly blue sky, so bright and cloudless that it hurt her eyes.

And when she did wake, who could blame her for a soft sigh of contentment, of imagining herself still on that beach and for nuzzling further against the body beside her, as if it was the warm sand she had just left behind?

Only a moment or two had passed, though, before she realized that she wasn't alone, and wasn't on the beach, and the movement beneath her was not sand or wave or wind.

Brown eyes fluttered open, and Cordelia lifted her head to look at the person she had fallen asleep on.

"Well, fuck me," she mumbled, and she dropped her head back down.

[nott_caine]

"At least he isn't the one in the yellow cape with red ensemble." She stuck her tongue out.

[nott_caine]

It didn't need to be repeated. She dove forward, yanking at the belt to his pants, scrambling to unbutton them before turning her attention to the last of her clothes. She squirmed under him, kicking off her jeans and knocking them to the floor.

[dublinbrogue]

He made a bit of a face stepping forward. "If I gotta be a super hero cliche can't I be Rorschach?"

[dublinbrogue]

"I doubt it would ever happen here again darlin' just don't worry." he spoke as he embraced her in a tight hug placing kisses on her forehead. "You wont lose me, your carryin' me heart with you."

[nott_caine]

"Even if we are separated by different universes, I will always carry your heart with me."

[nott_caine]

"Oh fine," she crossed her arms. "Then I guess I'll just have to be Catwoman to Angel's Batman."

[dublinbrogue]

"And I yours" He replied softly leaning in to capture her lips.

[dublinbrogue]

"....Rorschach's not even the same Genre." his nerd is showing again. "Forget that, you want to be a Batman character you can Be Stephanie Brown, she's a bat girl and I'll be Tim Drake." He made a bit of a face. "So you can deal with that love."

That actually works to end the scene

[nott_caine]

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5 (but keepin' it sweet~)

[unflagging]

The real trick with being a student of magic all over again was making sure to neither be too slow on the uptake nor too much of an expert all at once. And it was no easy balancing act, to be quite honest about it (because, hell, he wasn't being honest about anything else).

Having to act like it was an absolute struggle to push water up the inside of a glass and back into the glass held over it, for example, was more than a little tedious when one was perfectly capable of transmuting lead bullets into rings of fire and ash while the bullets were still in mid-flight thank you very much, to say nothing of setting an illusion on a crow and of altering one's own appearance at will.

This was worse than those moments when his entire presence as Court Wizard (which was kind of a weird title) was reduced to telling the romantic fortunes of the giggling young ladies in the castle with his own and personal wicked pack of cards.

But he could endure it. He might not be patient, but he could endure it. He could endure many things, especially if the payoff was great enough. And, in truth, having this good-natured and good-hearted witch as an ally and as someone who believed him to be what he appeared, the guileless farmboy, would be of great benefit. If the Allgood welp got to whining about evil wizards (evil wizaaaaaaaaards!!) in Othala, well, here was a character witness to stand against him.

So. Here in some quiet and stained-glass room in the temple, with a vaseful of flowers, he was busy at practicing his magic. A few blossoms plucked off and resting on the glass table before him, an ersatz wand cut from a tree in one of the courtyards (what was it even, willow maybe?), his ostensible teacher hovering nearby, and he was very patiently working setting up illusions on those blossoms, that they would float about the room while fluttering their petals like butterflies (gag, but it was lightweight work).

[nott_caine]

"Forcing me to be Bat Girl, even though we both know I am an anti hero." She smirked. "I think you just want to be paired with me."

[unflagging]

"Oh, sweetheart," he mumbled back, sleepily, "I already did."

Gently, gently, he stroked her hair, the gentle curve of her back.

"Unless you want to go another round. I'm up for it. But, you know, I'd be kind of surprised if you were."

[dublinbrogue]

"Never denied that, but Catwoman and Steph both have equal hotness factors."

[nott_caine]

"Look at you, you big nerd. I don't know why I find this so cute, but I absolutely do."

[advancedbosoms]

"Not right now."

She let him pet her, stroke her, call her terms of endearment. Still too sleepy to put up a fight and enjoying the attention, she settled in against him, burying her face against his bare chest.

"What do you really look like?" Cordelia spoke against his skin. "When you have your real face? Do you even have a real face?"

[ka_mai]

[He wipes her tears away. There will likely be a time for tears, but not here and now. This, if nothing else, should be a happy moment.]

Then I'm a blessed man, Cordelia, and the luckiest one to e'er live. I wot I've been yours since I first drew breath. Just took us a while to find each other, that's all.

[Because he does believe in soul mates and all of that, just not in the same way as his peers. ANd he's known, since he first realized he loved her, that Cordelia is his.]

[unflagging]

He laughed quietly. What did it mean to have a "real" face? Was it the face one always used? Truly, wasn't Randall's face as real as Rory's face as real as Marten's face as real as Walter's (don't ask which Walter, though, since they alone are legion, tee hee)? Weren't they all real? Was a mask unreal because it wasn't a face? A mask is real, a face is real. And so too were all those with all their names (Robert, Rudin, Roger, Richard, Ryo, Rhett, Rowan, Rabmag...) as real. So they seemed to those who wouldn't, couldn't, or didn't suspect that there could be other names and other faces.

It was stability that she craved, likely. Or some semblance of honesty. If there could be one "real" face, then that face must be the "true" face. He had no need for a "real" face. All his faces were real. They existed, they were real, they and their names were put to good use and real purpose.

Perhaps it worried her that perhaps, under a face, there might be nothing. That one day she might see him with his hood up (been a while since he wore it up) and might fear, as others had, that when he turns (don't turn around please don't turn around) there might not be a face at all, there might not be anything at all, there might only be a great black and endless seething gaping swallowing void under that black hood.

But, he had shown one face to another in the desert, of course. That other had been more deserving of that sight. And what had he called it then--? Oh yeah...

"I have a face I was...born with. You wouldn't like it."

[cordelisse]

A fond smile flickered across her face. “Hello, Obi-Wan,” Zoey said, more than a little bit distracted. The room was... strange; it was a very simple one, decorated in warm colours, the walls a rust-coloured stone... but there was a warmth to it, to the room itself, that shouldn’t have been there. It didn’t feel dangerous, her skin wasn’t prickling in warning...

She shivered a little, despite the heat. The room smelled of spices, and incense, a combination of smells that reminded her of her travels. It was a warm, heady aroma that made it difficult to focus.

The same runes that were carved on the doorjamb were carved elsewhere about the room. On the stones of the walls, the wooden four poster frame of the bed. Frowning thoughtfully, she brushed fingertips against the runes carved into the stone.

/hides

[capt_forehead]

His slacks pool around his ankles and he steps out of them, kicking them out of his way. Since Nott was a vampire, Angel's touch was more commanding and his desire demanded satisfaction. He pulls her til her ass is close to the edge of the table and lines himself up with her. Locking eyes, he silently questions her, pausing for a half second. He was still a gentleman. With no protest, he sinks himself in her, a groan of pleasure breaking from him.

[dublinbrogue]

"Because, I happen to be adorable when I want to be and I want to make sure you keep seein' whatever you see in me so you'll not run off with my more handsome awkward vampire bud."

[advancedbosoms]

[She doesn't want to believe that. She usually refuses to believe that.

But maybe he's right. Because isn't this what always happens to soulmates? Somehow or another, the universe tears them apart.]

Will you tell me a story?

[She curls up close, tucking herself against them, brushing away a few more stubborn tears.]

Tell me how it would have gone? The rest of our life together, what it would have been like.

I love how they jump from fighting to this

[nott_caine]

The table shook as he pushed himself inside, Nott giving a loud moan of delight, digging her legs around his waist. The wood creaked under her weight, but at the moment it was the furthest thing from her mind. She sprawled out on the table, oddly content with her position and the feel of him against her. So long as the table held her as their pace increased.