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

[nott_caine]

"Oh come on," she chuckled, licking a spot of blood from his neck. "We are two hot vampires. How could we not? It's a duty to society."

[capt_forehead]

"Nope." He turns and stretches out on the bed. He grins at her, one of those rare bright smiles that lit up his face. "I blame it on a centuries worth of sexual tension."

[nott_caine]

"You need to have a bit more fun. Brooding is all well and good, but there is nothing wrong with getting someone equally or more hot in bed. Especially other vampires. You might enjoy being around some of your own kind again."

[capt_forehead]

"None of my kind particularly care for me." He's to buried in history. "But I haven't been here that long. Maybe this place will change that."

[nott_caine]

"Welcome to the club. We're vampires. We don't like any of us."

[itwasrhetorical]

Normally she never could have been quite so brazen with her affections. If she had of been in Oz still people would have whispered but it sometimes seemed to her now that such whispers were completely beneath her notice. She was a woman with no attachments, regardless of her position in life, and occasionally a lonely one.

Glinda looked up at him doing her best as she always had done to mask the sadness she was feeling at being sent home with a smile. She still cared about her appearance even now and the appearance of happiness was important to portray. Despite herself and her self-imposed misery she couldn't help her cheeks dimpling as her smile spread a little wider. The Doctor was so very silly sometimes. It was endearing to say the least.

"No. I believe you understood quite well."

[capt_forehead]

"Fair enough."

[advancedbosoms]

"I don't care who did it. He was killed either way."

Committing murder hadn't been the end goal, after all. She just wanted him dead.

"If you try to hurt me," she whispered, "Or if you go after my friends through me, I'll hurt you. I may not be able to kill you and a crossbow might not do much damage, but you and I both know I have my own ways of inflicting a wound."

just not Ben. He's taken.

[mini_dean]

Ben growled back, his own instinct to fight battling hers. It was making him hotter and harder than he had been in awhile, and he bit her lip as he pulled it in their battling kisses.

[capt_forehead]

"Yeah." Angel looks away, back to searching the walls for a clock, an irritated scowl creeping onto his face as he eyes the chapel doors restlessly. "It's taking them long enough." He's eager to get the worst part over.

As if on cue, the chapel doors are opened by a beautiful cherub faced Nysgod woman with a bright smile, white flowers braided into her light hair. She gestures for them both to come and stands to the side.

The chapel itself is small, you could go as far to call it quaint and picturesque with its two rows of white pews, each ribboned to the next with large bows. In the heart of each bow sat a small half sphere crystal, spanning the color of Maerlyn's Rainbow, faintly glowing with an energy that Rory may or may not recognize. With the exception of black. That was the cross at the alter, propped up behind the priest, glowing faintly in time with the others. The Temple must be decorating from a mix of the men's worlds. The priest himself wore the standard white collar of God, of their earth.. Well, maybe Angel's earth. His hands were folded patiently as he waited for the victims couple to walk up the aisle.

Angel takes a deep breath and glances over at Rory before starting through the doors. If Rory follows, Angel will match his step.

[cordelisse]

“It is. I thought that all of them looked rather similar... but this one...”Zoey trailed off. The longer she was there, the less interested she was in the room and its mystery, and the more distracted she was by Obi-Wan’s presence. Which should have bothered her, somehow. At the very least she ought to have found it unusual.

But she didn’t.

[unflagging]

Well. That did it.

He didn't tumble closer, didn't roll closer. No, it was more at a pounce. A pounce, and he was on top of her again, kissing her with a kind of insane ferocity that should be better left to long-lost lovers and not whatever these two might call themselves. Not that he cared. It was all lips and tongue and breath and teeth as far as he was concerned. And that was all he wanted.

[unflagging]

How cute, how charming, how familiar--even if it did feel like the Nysgods were biting his style, making wedding decorations out of the Rainbow (boo, Nysgods, boo). Although, no...it was pretty entertaining and he tried to make the laughter that escaped sound nervous more than painfully amused (which was the real truth).

He was pretty sure nothing would burst into flames upon his setting foot in this little chapel. Pretty sure, at least.

Anyway--he answers that glance with the smallest of brave and reassuring smiles and reaches out to take Angel's hand (please don't mind how cold his fingers might feel).

[advancedbosoms]

Oh.

Oh.

Well that hadn't quite been the reaction she had been anticipating to her not-even-remotely-veiled threat, and for a fraction of a second, as he'd been throwing himself over, she had imagined he was going to choke her.

This was definitely preferable.

As she wrapped her arms around him, kissing and tasting and clawing and moaning, she wondered if he really was completely insane. And if so, what that made her.

For the moment, she didn't particularly care. Her legs wrapped around him, her heels dug against the back of his thighs, as she begun to slide back on the sheets, head lolling over the side of the bed.

[freebitchbaby]

Yup, they have to get into your personal space to kiss you. [Gaila brings her face level with her own.]

Kissing is when you put your lips on another person's and you move them against each other. It's a sign of attraction of liking someone in a romantic and sexual way.

D'you wanna try it?

[freebitchbaby]

She stepped foward in tandem with him.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Because why else would her heart be pounding out of her chest like this? "I mean, not everybody's up at this time of night. And there must be thousands of rooms in this temple, if not more. I mean, the likelihood of us both being awake at the same time and in the same place and--" She broke off into a nervous laugh, pushing a hand through her curly hair.

"Fuck, I am talking way too much."

[waspromisedcake]

You mean to practice? Because I'm not attracted to you in a romantic or sexual way.

[But don't feel bad, Gaila. Chell isn't attracted to anyone so far.]

[master_kenobi]

"This one is very different," he finished. "Do you feel it? The... warmth. In the Force."

[capt_forehead]

Angel's dead which means he's room temperature all of the time and the cold from Rory's fingers feel like his own. Hand in hand, the pair walk up the aisle until they reach the Alter. His eyes wouldn't tear away from the large black cross and he was momentarily afraid that he'd burst into flames too.

The Father's words became nothing more then a buzz in the back of Angel's ears and when it comes time for the I do's, Angel manages to be focused enough to let the words tumble from his mouth.

[unflagging]

If he was insane (which, really, let's be honest, he probably was--and had probably even been born insane), then she likewise must be insane too. That was simple enough.

It was just an animal response to what she'd said, how she'd said it. It takes all kinds and you never know what's going to turn a person (or wizard, whatever) on. Especially when everyone involved is probably not entirely in their right minds.

But enough consideration on the relative mental health of the two halves of this really energetic couple. She had her legs wrapped around him, which was proving mighty distracting.

He pulled back enough to breathe, enough to speak.

"You'll tell me you love me, you tell me you'd hurt me." He smiled. "Maybe that's why I can't get enough of you."

[unflagging]

Angel's groom, meanwhile, is giggling. No other way to describe it, certainly no way to hide it. He's giggling--quietly, but still giggling. Not bothering to make it look like nervous trembling or tears, not trying to hide it, not even caring if the priest hears him.

It was just so damn funny.

Oh, the best of all things: marry a near stranger, disregard that having been done, but neatly sidestep the whole ordeal of marrying/not marrying the prince because of already being taken, then carry on as one pleases.

And yet they'd done so much to decorate the little chapel. It was cute. It was charming. It was like they expected him to take it seriously. Aww.

Oh, wait. He was supposed to say "I do" too, right? He managed to tamp down the laughter long enough to say that with the gravity it required.

He'd liked his first wedding better, to be quite honest.

[advancedbosoms]

"One's a lie, one isn't. You're smart enough to figure out what's what."

Well, love, at least, was a lie. Love was too pure for this to come close to. Wanting him, lusting for him? That would have been the truth. Then again, he hadn't asked for her to say that.

She leaned up, licking his jaw, running her tongue up along the contour of his skin and bone and memorizing his taste.

[itwasrhetorical]

Glinda was rarely speechless.

She had thought that her own fondness for Rory would simply have to be forced down and ignored, like so many other feelings that she'd had to force down before this one, if only for the propriety of maintaining a good relationship between the two of them while she was helping him with his magic.

Her face coloured pink even while she was trying to reassemble her thoughts into some sort of coherent order. Which was a struggle most days but especially at the moment.

"I--" She faltered even after shaking her head to clear her thought. "I didn't know you--" Oh Lurline, of all the times for her corset to feel too tight. Or was it imagined? This would be the worst possible time to swoon. Glinda put a hand to her stomach, struggling to get a breath in with her surprise. "I never would have thought that you would have felt such a way."

"Although, I must admit that such feelings do not go unreciprocated."

[dublinbrogue]

Damn right it was, if the scent of vanilla wasn't warning enough that something along. Saying he loved and wanted to marry anyone much less a guy he barely knows should show that.

Though Rory's words were like magic to his ears. Likely the magic flowing through him. The half-demons blue eyes looked up into the others as if lost in them.

"Thank you Rory. I won't let you down." he muttered like a devoted cult member or something, his brogue drawn out like he was drunk though not a trace of liquor smell was on him just the annoying scent of the vanilla. EVen if he had laughed Doyle was too gone to notice.

[unflagging]

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

The words came out in a little bit of a rush, as though pushed forward by some other surge of emotion. He reached out to catch her if she did swoon--quickly, but also gingerly, as though he were almost afraid now to touch her, now that the truth (sure, "truth") was out.

"Reciprocated..."

And a glimmer of hope shone in his eyes.