Shipping Meme

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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

Makin' sweet sweet magic together~

[itwasrhetorical]

Glinda hovered behind him, staying close enough that she could admire his handiwork and correct him when he was about to go wrong. Not that he very often made errors. Rory had proven himself a delightfully adept and studious student. The kind of student that she would have only have ever been able to hope for.

She held her own wand, that large silver staff that held what looked like a cross between a sunbeam and star on it's top, to the side and watched carefully, stepping into his space for but a moment to gently take hold of his wrist with her free hand. "Remember, loose wrists." She warned. Because, really, one explosion of feathers was really all that she could stand to deal with this week. Convincing the Nysgods that all was right and she didn't require a guard to sit in on the practice had required far more of her teaching time then she might have well liked. "You are tensing once again. You have to remain relaxicated to preform illusions properly or they shatter."

[dublinbrogue]

"Shes... what?" he repeated the words again. He just couldn't wrap his mind around it. Though he seemed to be snapping out of it as he looked over the edge of the bed for his clothes, which were not hard to find concering that consisted of ripped carpenter jeans, a pair of boxers and undershirt with a brightly colored bowling shirt.

He moved to go gather his clothes and make himself decent. "I never would 'a figured."

[ka_mai]

"Really? First time I met her, she was in her undies in a hot spring." And he realized he'd decided then and there that he wanted her. Funny how things worked out.

"Took us weeks a'fore we ever made it to a regular tryst in a bed! Hell, she wanted me to take her behind a tree in the middle of the city, once!" And he had. "Look, when I tell her about this, I'll try and keep your name out of it."

There was no reason for Doyle to get in trouble with her.

[dublinbrogue]

One really had to worry about that, if salvation was with Rory in any form maybe damnation had more to offer, however salvation always who was under the enchantment. Redemption was his desire.

"It has to. Love conquerors all. You're not like the others you wont let me fall." He spoke the tone oh so sure but still the lights were on but no one was home. "Vows are never meaningless. All words have magic."

6 after 2? And recovered or not up to you

[punchedaklingon]

[Pasha always did sleep better after sex. It was crass to say it aloud, but who was she to deny the facts, a bit of exercise and a good amount of endorphins and hormones made for a good night's sleep. However, waking up cuddled into somebody who definitely isn't Ben isn't a good way to start the day. Particularly given who it is.]

[She sits bolt upright in bed, covering herself in the bedsheet and going puce. But soon enough her distress turns into sheer anger and she's yelling.] You aren't an android at all! [And how distressing a thought that is now. Androids certainly weren't programmed to have sex with people. But people were.]

[unflagging]

But, of course, the moment her hand touched his wrist, he only tensed up all the more.

The flowers tumbled out of the air for the n^th time. He looked at the scattered blooms somewhat despondently.

"I'm sorry... I... I can't help it."

He pulled his hand and his wand free and set both hand and wand (and other hand, really) before him on the table and looked at them.

"No, I can't help it. And I can't help this anymore either."

He turned toward her.

"There's...something I have to, something I must, tell you."

[capt_forehead]

The table trembled, the wood groaning in protest with them. "The tables going to bust." Wrapping his arms around her, Angel straightens. He carries her this way, speared on him, his arms cradling her. They don't have a good history with furniture.

Angel moves them to the bed and lays her down. He takes a second to just look at who he was with, a hand to gently move a piece of hair out of her face. Smiling coyly, he begins moving again, his hips rolling his length into her, just like they'd promised before the pants were lost.

[advancedbosoms]

And she smiled, slow and lazy and content. Too pleasured to move and too sore for it as well.

"What else would you like me to say?" she asked. "If Fuck me was so great, I'm sure there's other things you'd like to hear."

Everyone had them. You're the best I've ever had or You've been a very naughty boy (ha) or whatever else.

She had a feeling his wouldn't be quite so predictable.

[dublinbrogue]

As Bert spoke he looked back getting the pants pulled up and the belt buckled in place. "Really?" JUst that image alone was a lot for his mind. He'd seen one of Cordy's bras once, he'll he'd picked the damn thing up and played with it till she took it from him. The image of her lounging in that pretty black lace seemed to beautiful a sight for any man. And here he thought he'd pushed all those feelings aside. He was trying too anyway.

"You're a lucky man Bert." he added picking up both shirts hoping he didn't leave anything behind that might get them in trouble. "If she demands to know don't worry, I'd rather her be mad at me then you man. I'll shoulder the blame if it comes to it."

Eep, sorry, lost this tag

[advancedbosoms]

"Maybe some flowers will even bloom."

She takes his arm in her hand as she begins making a dash for the gazebo. Thunder claps and suddenly, the rain begins pouring down in sheets, so thick that she can barely see through it now.

"Hurry!"

[advancedbosoms]

I'm always sure.

Idiot.

[Fondly spoken, of course, and accompanied by a little smile before she draws him down into another kiss.]

Its no problem! ♥♥

[dublinbrogue]

"Maybe so!" He called back as he ran along aside of her, he wouldn't be the one to break her hold on his arm if he could have any say in it. So he moved in time with her, he couldn't help but laugh a bit as the rain pelted down on them. He had to reach back a second to grab his jacket as it fluttered off his shoulders, a mid step pause before he was moving with her again the jacket grasped in one hand. All the junk in the pockets jinging around.

"Thought you said a little rain wasn't so bad!" He saw the gazebo near by moving with her. For once he hated the damned cowboy boots he had taken such a liking too, The things had no traction he had a feeling if he tried to stop too quickly he was gonna fall in front of the most beautiful woman he knows.

[ka_mai]

"Don't I know it." He looked over at Doyle, already dressing as though he were some cheap tart who hadn't been paid to stay the night. "Yeh don't have to rush off. Have a smoke. And nah, I'm the one who's not supposed to be cattin' about."

He could take his lumps.

"Anyway, we don't e'en know what we did! Might not've been much of anything."

[itwasrhetorical]

"I shouldn't worry if I were you, Rory. Magic can be a stubborn beast when it feels like it." She told him, giving his arm a squeeze. Oh no. He was upset. Glinda's heart sank. She'd been hoping to encourage him into making further discoveries of his magic. Not make him question himself. She began to worry that perhaps she had been pushing him a little too far and too soon.

"You know that you can tell me anything." The witch told him, setting her own wand down, resting it against the table. "Anything at all. What is the matter?" Perhaps it was praying on his mind and making it difficult to concentrate

[nott_caine]

She collapsed against the bed, staring up at him in surprise and shock at his sudden tenderness. Her hips rolled again, wanting to feel him moving continuously in her. She couldn't keep still. He was far too delicious, far to intense in movements and in his gaze. She needed him, maybe even repeatedly.

[unflagging]

He had a few classic novel lines in mind for this little show, but that might be a little too over the top--even for him (he'd argue it would be too obvious that he was ripping off Austen & the Brontes [awesome band name, right?] except there was no way in hell our dear young miss Glinda would catch on--and there was getting away with stuff and then there was just self-indulgence). But formality. Yeah. That might be the ticket.

He was quiet for a moment, collecting himself of course. One deep breath.

Then, carefully, with as much refinement as would seem plausible for "Rory Fletcher" (keeping it more Southern Gentleman than Fitzwilliam Darcy, for sure):

"Miss Upland... With all the help you've given me lately, you must know how very much I admire you and..." he dropped his eyes briefly, then caught her gaze again "...care for you."

A pause. Yeah! Let that sink in!

"I've probably ruined everything now by admitting to it, but I can't stand it anymore. You've probably had dozens of men tell you the same thing before. But I had to tell you, at the very least. Even if I have ruined everything, at least I've said it."

Now, a worried look. Act like you care how she responds.

[capt_forehead]

He rose to his knees, strong hands lifting her hips to his so he could scoot forward a little. Angel's hands run down her length to her knees then up the insides of her thighs, spreading her a little wider. Getting a good grip, he starts thrusting again, maintaining that deep steady rhythm. His head rolls back as he purrs, his face shifting to what he really was.

[dublinbrogue]

Doyle without the liquid courage coursing in his veins was a lot more about keeping himself covered up. At least for the most part. He wore so many layers to hide himself, it was just part of the list of issues he had, but at Bert's words he looked back offering a bit of an awkward smile pulling the over shirt over his head.

"I don't mind to stay and have a smoke, I just figure conversation be best while we be dressed." He spoke looking around for his jacket he was almost never without it but he couldn't see the thing around. the bright overshirt was picked up but not yet put on.

"Aye your right, neither o' us really knows what happened but I can figure neither o' the ladies are gonna be very pleased with us." He moved over towards Bert though, maybe staying around him awhile longer was the best idea.

[ka_mai]

Bert just shrugged. He spent half of the time only half dressed anyway, often eschewing his shirt as well as shoes.

"Well, if'n nothing happened then Cordy won't care. I used to share my bed regular with one of my mates, just as friends. S'perfectly normal, where I come from." True, they were both starkers, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. If they were that drunk, likely at least one of them wouldn't have been able to get hard.

"I'd wot...well, we might've necked a bit. But we were heavy sauced. I know I'm useless for a fuck when I'm deep in my cups."

[nott_caine]

At the sight of his face, her visage descended to its normal state. She grinned, her teeth peeking out from under her lip. With a growl, she rose up and bit him on the shoulder. Her hips undulated against him, frantic with the taste of blood in her mouth. Her nails still digging into his back.

[capt_forehead]

His hands automatically help support her weight up, eagerly helping them together. When she bites him, his eyes roll back in his head and he swivels to bury his teeth in her neck, his hips kicking it up a gear and pound in to match her pace. One good draw and swallow and it's too much for him, his orgasm rocking through him as he held onto her like a dying man.

[nott_caine]

She groaned loudly against his shoulder, blood spilling over her lips, trailing down their naked chests. Her body releasing and plummeting in orgasm. Her face shifted back, blood still over her face as her breath came rapidly.

[capt_forehead]

Angel slipped his 'normal' face back on and rocked with her until her body had calmed, his own breath coming in shuddering draws of quieting control. After a moment, he shifts out of her and drags her backwards to straddle his spread knees. Flecks of red swarm in his vision as the euphoria slips away to the dull roar of his buzzing nerves, his tongue laps out to clean what little mess he made on her neck.

[nott_caine]

She shivered against his cool tongue, her body sore and humming with afterglow. She chuckled, stroking his hair as he licked away the blood. "Funny, I figured we were going to be here one day or another." She chuckled, tracing the line on his neck, lingering on the bite.

[capt_forehead]

How did he not notice how she smelled? Angel's voice is languid and husky. "Why's that?" Angel unfortunately didn't get to think about that often.