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

He's publicly known as... Fletcher, right?

[capt_forehead]

Angel's damn near a boy-scout compared to Flagg it would seem. He's just as unsure about how they'd gotten wrangled into it, but it was done and they didn't have a choice anymore.

Like it or not, Angel would stay with Flagg and honor his vows as best he could. He took his word seriously and while he still debates on God, he's a creature of ceremony.

The pacing stops as Angel looks in his direction. "Luck left me a long time ago. I don't think it matters." Very unsure how he felt about this.

[advancedbosoms]

"Why not? Are you hideous?"

Lazily spoken. She traced her fingertip against his chest, sketching invisible circles, triangles, a rhombus.

"Phantom of the Opera? Or do you have sharp teeth and beady red eyes, like some kind of demon bat?"

She pressed a kiss against his shoulder.

[nott_caine]

"Fair enough," she said, pulling in the direction of her flat. "And that won't be a problem. I like my men to have a bit of the sinner in them. Angel's too white bread for me."

[dublinbrogue]

Doyle chuckled a bit. "Well there's always gonna eb a bit o' sin to me. Gotta make sure I got a long list for the priests someday." he winked a bit following her along like a lost puppy.

[cordelisse]

His hands were warm on her back, and Zoey smirked at him. “Dear Penthouse, I never thought something like this would happen to me,” she murmured teasingly against his lips, before picking up where she’d left off; another slow, unhurried kiss. Her fingertips slid from his collar to the first button of his shirt, undoing it with ease.

[nott_caine]

"Good, I like wickedness in a man. And I intend to add a bit to that list of yours. I have a few ideas."

XD Feels like most of their interaction will always be top level emotion >. >

[capt_forehead]

Gripping her by her hips, he starts with long deliberate strokes, settling in firmly each time. He takes his time to enjoy how warm and wet she was around him and devastatingly arousing it was to see her spread out for him.

One cool palm rubs up the center of her chest, cupping and brushing past a breast to settle over her heart. His attention is focused totally on her, the world around them nothing more then background static to the heady euphoria.

[dublinbrogue]

"Color me curious and quite willin'" He grinned tossing a wet arm around her shoulders.

[to_this_end]

He chuckled against her mouth, amused at how her words mimicked his own thoughts. Though if he were honest, he had to admit that the early years of his marriage were filled with Penthouse-worthy escapades.

Gloria had been a very adventurous woman.

Physically, it was very pleasant. Though he couldn't help his mind from straying to Amanda - it wasn't quite guilt, but something of a vague regret. That it wasn't her in his arms, wasn't her mouth against his, her delicate breasts pressed against his chest. All he could do was offer a silent apology to her memory - God knew he'd give anything to hold her again.

Pushing his lucid thoughts away, Rush focused on the physical. He opened his mouth for the girl kissing him, his hands tightening on the small of her back. It was only sex. He'd had dozens of friendly encounters as a teenager, this wasn't any different, really.

For god's sake, Nicholas, stop analyzing and enjoy yourself!

3!

[dublinbrogue]

Doyle could barley stand up right, he was drunk as can be and mostly anyone could see that. If they couldn't well the nearly empty large Jameson bottle should be more then enough proof. Standing before some random god as he leaned against a chair beside him to stay mostly on his feet.

"I do." He slurred out. The best drunken choices.

[ka_mai]

We'd have gotten a house. A nice one, with a yard and all that. Room for a garden, and little ones if we ever managed it again.

[He settles in more comfortably, holding her as he talks.]

I'd breed horses. We'd be well off, you and I. Live comfortably. Go out at week's end, dancing and the like. The theater. We'd be well liked, too. Plenty of friends. I wot you'd be some queen of society, setting the trends for the other ladies!

Yeah, he's operating under the name Rory Fletcher for now

[unflagging]

He stepped out from behind the corner now, hands in his pockets, acting casual (like this was someone else's wedding and not his own and they two were only witnesses to it), blinking big blue guileless long-lashed farmboy eyes.

"Well, it's traditional. I thought I'd ask."

He paused, tried to look shy and/or impressed.

"You look...nice."

He could still taste blood and wine and charcoal in his mouth. It was a little distracting.

[unflagging]

"Is that what you think? I bet you'd be disappointed, then."

He caught her idle, doodling fingers ("doodling" was another word that seemed too playful for its own good, right up there with doubled adjectives, and maybe even super-duper) and brought them to his mouth to kiss them.

Let her wonder what other sorts of mouths or teeth or beaks could be kissing those fingers.

[advancedbosoms]

What about when we got older?

[Her hands skim down his chest, his side, his hips, feeling a small thrill of excitement from just being held. And that, yes, that one last time as well. But no rush, or not too much of one. Time enough to talk and what if and make love before she says her goodbyes, puts on her bravest face.]

Would we have still been in love? Would we still excite each other? Or would we be one of those boring old couples who just end up hating each other?

[She knows what answer he'll give, of course, but she still wants to hear it.]

[advancedbosoms]

"Probably," she agreed, sleep still in her eyes as she watched him kissing her fingers.

"My day job at home is fighting demons, after all. It's hard for a face to phase me at this point."

She rolled away, onto her back, turning to look up toward the ceiling. This was, admittedly, not the first bad decision she'd made from an over-exposure to alcohol and lust and anger. A fight with Bert, a little lack of sobriety, and coming to (and with) Rory had seemed like the best option.

"So that was...fun."

Tone nearly rising to a question there, but not quite.

[capt_forehead]

Could that grin split any wider? No, she's topped him out. "Gaila." He lets it roll off his tongue, trying out the word he's somehow already convinced he'll be saying forever. He takes another awkward nervous step towards her.

"I haven't been here that long. I think I saw you at the announcement." The war one? Yeah. But he didn't see her like this. It's impossible that the room was able to hide her brightness; surely he must be dumb. Something in him wants to write a sonnet and whoo her Shakespearean style. Well. All the romance, none of the pain.

"This kinda feels like fate."

Darius || The Hunger Games || OTA

[peacekeeperavox]

[Specify if you want him a lot more recovered or as he is now, though.]

5, how could I not?

[dublinbrogue]

Doyle for the life of him couldn't rewind the tape back to tell how he got from point A to point B. Last thing he could remember as he laid dazed in someone elses bed, a bed that clearly was not his, was sitting out in the courtyard reading, maybe Cordelia had been right about laying off the scotch. He'd never admit that though the scotch made everything easier.

He felt a shifting beside him and turned his head, through the hangover he saw the body at his side. His eyes going a bit wide. Pretty dark hair way to pretty to be a mans but... a body that definitly was. Suddenly he could remember chunks of the night. "....Oh dear sweet jesus, she's gonna murder me."

7; trapped together.

[dublinbrogue]

Doyle was beating on the door hard enough to do damage not not only himself but logically make enough noise to get someones attention. After an hour trapped in the tiny space with not even enough room to smoke he was feeling it grate on his nerves. He didn't mind Zoey, he thought highly of her after all. But part of him would forever be uneasy after the Goddess thing, he'd been foul to her and he could feel his temper rising. He didn't want to be a jerk to her again.

"Come on! Someone open the bloody door!" He shouted through it. "Fuckin' gods and their twisted since o' construction."

Hey, you get a laugh! 1 with a bit of 7's proposal.

[fuckingvisions]

Doyle had come across a wonderful little bottle. God knows what it was but it was hot pink and full of sparkles and smelled like something a beautiful woman would wear. And a bit too much like Alice In Wonderland it had a little label that said 'Drink me' Who was he to disobey the all knowing bottle?

With all the charm of a man who had just huffed paint thinner he stumbled from the room the bottle dropping too the floor and shattering as he made his way down the hall. The first person he came across was Rory. A stupid grin went acorss his face as he stepped up into the other man's personal space, smelling oddly of way too pure vanilla and wrapped his arms around the mans shoulders.

"Marry me!"

[freebitchbaby]

Good thinking. No, they don't say it most of the time. That's kind of gone out of fashion.

[Time for the practical part of the lesson. Gaila shifts up beside her on the couch.]

Usually, they'll do this. [She reaches for her, cupping her face with both hands and using her grip to gently pull her closer.] Or they'll try to get a lot closer.

Vampires fight hard and play hard

[nott_caine]

Trust a vampire to know how to fuck. Her body responded to his, rising to meet his thrusts. Her hands gripping his arms, her eyes watching him with a sly predatory gaze. Angel had always seemed like he would be good in a fight and for a fuck. At least she got to figure one of those out.

She moaned under him, her heels digging into his lower back, pushing him against her. The table creaked and moaned, but still held her weight. This was all that held her attention, all that kept her thoughts. His purposeful strokes and the moans he elicited from her mouth.

[nott_caine]

"Excellent." She smiled, leading him back to the apartment. Hopefully they could find creative ways to warm up.

[unflagging]

"Fighting demons. Is the pay good? How about the benefits?"

Oh, but she was already rolling away. Pity.

"I had fun. Did you have fun? I liked the part where you were on top of me yelling 'Fuck me! Fuck me!' which is kind of ironic and hilarious, considering that that is exactly what I was doing at the time."

[unflagging]

Entirely too much vanilla and entirely too close and entirely asking--no, demanding marriage.

Clearly, this was not typical behavior. Perhaps these observations should be noted for future reference.

"Heavens," he said, and he actually managed to play it deadpan. "Doyle, This is all so sudden."