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

[unflagging]

"Tell me one thing, though. Would you do that? Would you do this one thing for me?"

They were still close, still forehead to forehead, eye to eye, still in a lovers' embrace.

"Would you even give your life for me? I won't ask it of you, but would you say that? Would you make that promise to me? Say 'my life for you'."

[unflagging]

She'll get a taste of scruff with that little gesture (he's fond of keeping this face a little scruffy--scruffier than some of his others, at least; it looks good, though, rather rugged).

"Oh, it's true. It's hard to lie to a liar, isn't it? But maybe I'll pretend the lie is the truth and the truth is the lie. What do you think?"

[advancedbosoms]

Past the scruff, on to skin, before she replies.

"I think," Cordelia murmured, "That you belong in a Lewis Carroll novel."

And she touched his chin, lowered it somewhat. "Give me your best Cheshire Cat grin."

[unflagging]

He blinked a little, still only smiling and not yet grinning, but he crept a little closer.

"And should I make the rest of me disappear so that you can see the grin without the cat?"

And then he started to grin.

"We're all mad here."

A great crescent moon of a grin, full of too many white teeth (the teeth of a cannibal). A delighted grin, and overjoyed grin, the grin of a child on the verge of uncovering some wonderful thing or with some marvelous secret. There was a light in his eyes and it danced--like the feet of a newly-hanged man dangling through the trapdoor of the gallows.

There was a dark hilarity in his face, and perhaps in his heart, too, you would think--and you would be right. It was the face of a hatefully happy man, a face that radiated a horrible handsome warmth, a face to make water glasses shatter in the hands of tired truck-stop waitresses, to make small children crash their trikes into board fences and then run wailing to their mommies with stake-shaped splinters sticking out of their knees. It was a face guaranteed to make barroom arguments over batting averages turn bloody.

He grinned.

[advancedbosoms]

He grinned and she watched.

She had seen evil, and demons, and all the things that went bump in the night. And she knew, by now, that evil wasn't always evil looking. Yes, there were vampires that had aged and shriveled with time, and there were demons with scales and slime and crawling with maggots. But evil could look good and innocent and pure and could be hidden under the face of an Angel.

He, somehow, was both. She wanted to kiss him as much as she wanted to hide under the covers and get away from that expression.

Maybe that was where the attraction was.

Cordelia raised her finger, tracing his lips, half expecting to have the digit bitten off.

[cordelisse]

Zoey nodded, her laugh soft and low. “Oh, yes.” That it wasn’t just her was... reassuring. She wasn’t imagining things. The reason behind it ought to concern her more. Without consciously thinking about it, she closed the gap between them, placing a hand gently on Obi-Wan’s arm. “I can’t... I don’t know why, though.” She should be questioning that.

But she wasn’t.

[cordelisse]

Zoey broke the kiss, blue eyes sad. She could practically feel it, feel that vague regret, the silent apology to whoever it was he had lost, whoever it was he was missing. “I’m sorry.” The words were meant two-fold: I’m sorry I’m not her. I’m sorry you’re stuck with me in this stupid room.

She would break away from the man if she thought that was possible. Even the thought of attempting to put space between them made her hands tremble, and caused no small amount of mental duress, tying her tongue in knots much the way it had before they’d given in.

No, they’d begun, and there wasn’t much choice in turning back.

[cordelisse]

Zoey chuckled lowly, all the while keeping a careful eye on the vampire as he approached. “No. I just... don’t like you.” And, keeping up appearances, she scowled darkly at him. “And his name is Abhorrus. Do try and get it right.” There was as much venom and bite as she could manage lacing her voice (and she could manage quite a lot).

[capt_forehead]

Angelus laughs and it's a deep rich sound, despite the way his eyes twinkle. Zoey's scowl and venom is dicarded casually, Angelus' fingers dancing against his legs as he drums out a thought.

"Jackass would be a better description, if ya ask me. And it's not fair to say you don't like me.. You haven't even seen how much fun I can be." He might just try and eat her.

[unflagging]

Not bitten off, no, but he did set his teeth on her finger as it passed. And why not? It was there. Surely even Cheshire Cats like to chase and play as much as ordinary cats. And what was a passing hand or a wiggling finger besides a toy itself? And never mind any pain such play might give that hand's owner.

"I'm mad. You're mad. We're all mad here."

[dublinbrogue]

"Anything for you." he muttered low.

And the spellbound one was completely taken by the closeness. The magic was strong and he feels for it all.

"O' course I would." He spoke as he looked intently into Flaggs eyes. "I would give my life for you, I would die so that you could live, and happily so."

[advancedbosoms]

"I know."

She pulled her finger away, flexing it once and then twice, as if testing to be sure that it had not, in fact, been bitten away from the hand.

"If I wasn't mad before, I must be now. Because I'm curious." And she inched closer, eyes focused on his own. "What would life be like with you?"

[master_kenobi]

It doesn't even occur to him that he's not questioning things. Not even when he leans down and kisses her.

[cordelisse]

Zoey gasped ever-so-softly in surprise against his lips, before rising up on tiptoe into the kiss, one hand rising up to gently cup his face as she kissed him back.

[unflagging]

He smiled, so gently, so lovingly (or so it seemed, at least), and softly stroked the boy's face.

"I know you would. I know you would."

[unflagging]

"Life? With me?"

His gaze didn't waver, didn't shift. He kept his eyes just as fixed on hers.

He had a few notions, having lived the equal of several lives in one place or another. Some were better than others. Some were sweeter. Some were fuller. Some were dark and starving. But they all had their pleasures.

"What do you think it would be like? What do you see for it? What do you imagine?"

[to_this_end]

"None of that." It wasn't her fault, any of it. He wasn't so bitter and petty inside that he would place any blame for this. He leaned his head against hers and shushed her quietly, cutting off any further apologies. Flesh was only flesh, after all, and they were neither of them virgins.

"When I was just out of secondary school, I'd take home girls without even knowing their name," he admitted. "It's no sacred act that's reserved for those in love, no matter what my soured heart would like the world to think."

[master_kenobi]

The feelings - the drive - he was experiencing grew more intense with the kiss and he deepened it, already backing her towards the plush, ornate bed. There was no thought, no doubt, no need for reason. He only knew what he felt compelled to do and it felt right.

[cordelisse]

There was no more thinking. No more wondering. Just Obi-Wan, the taste of him, the feel of him... and the desire coiling throughout her body. The two of them, together. Here. Now. She opened her mouth for him, welcoming the deepening of the kiss, her hands tangling in his hair. Making a humming noise low in her throat, she pulled him with her towards the bed as much as he backed her towards it.

And now for something completely different from the Roland convo...

[advancedbosoms]

"I don't know. I guess that depends on how much of what Bert says is an exaggeration. The way he makes it sound, we'd be sitting in hell, on thrones made of baby skulls and dining on entrails of your enemies. But a skull throne sounds uncomfortable, and I'm not sure I'd be into entrail feasts..."

She kissed his neck, his shoulder, and then down his chest she crawled, her lips trailing along a winding path.

"I'd prefer a mobster theme. You would leave and do all your horrible little deeds and come home to wash blood off your hands, and I wouldn't know any of the horrendous details about your day. I'd just get to lounge on silk sheets, covered in expensive jewels and waiting for you."

[unflagging]

"Baby skulls don't work very well for thrones anyway. They haven't fused completely, you know. So you'd have a throne full of holes. No, better to use those for details, not the main structure of one's throne. If you want my opinion, stick with fused, adult skills for that, braced well with femurs." A pause. "Not that I'd know of course."

He tangled his hands in her hair--gently, gently, but still a bit of a soft tangle.

"Is that what you'd prefer? Silk sheets and jewels? That's not too hard. And you can dine on foie gras and I'll pretend that geese are my enemies. I had a top-floor penthouse for a while. You would have loved it. It would have been perfect."

The slightest of sighs.

"But would you be content? No matter how bright those jewels might be, you'd still be in the dark. And not even the whole dark. You'd know I'd come back to you and you'd know without knowing, you'd wonder what I'd been doing. There might still be the smell of blood on my hands when I put a new necklace--emerald and topaz and diamonds, because it would suit your eyes--around your neck. Would you wonder, in those moments, if I was about to choke you? Or would that please you? Is that, I wonder, what you want?"

[advancedbosoms]

"I'd always wonder if you were about to choke me," she murmured against his stomach, breath warm as it tickled his skin.

Maybe it was what she craved. The darkness and the danger, the romance of holding your breath and wondering if it would be your last. But then again...

"Of course, I come with my own light." And her skin glowed at the words. Just a touch, just enough to maybe cause the same effect of static electricity. It was a reminder, not an attack. "Maybe you would try to choke me. Maybe I would hurt you back, and then we could nurse each other's wounds."

Her fingernails crept down his sides, scratching against his hips, as if to demonstrate a touch of the pain she referred to.

[unflagging]

A hiss, not quite a gasp. Mmm, fingernails. Such a sharp, cold, stinging sort of pain--not quite a pain, even. Just a pang, a sensation, a reminder.

"Is that what you're into? I mean, I got the feeling you were kind of kinky, but..."

Vector | Tron: Uprising | OTA! (though the marriage one would confuse the hell out of him)

[the_least_i_could_do]

[master_kenobi]

They tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, their lips barely parting as he felt them land. He started pulling, distractedly, at her clothing.