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!

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[capt_forehead]

[He squeezes her hand back, one thumb brushing over it once or twice.]

It's been a while since you've told me.

[Because she's who keeps him in line, as much as anyone can, anyway.]

[cordelisse]

Zoey dropped back down to her feet as she felt him shift, turning her attention from the runes to the man beside her. As she did so, she finally became aware of the feel of his arm under her hand, and she drew an unsteady breath. She’d been trying so very hard to ignore the tendrils of desire winding their way through her body, but now that she’d touched him...

Licking her lips, she attempted to find her voice again. “...Rush?” She wanted to ask if he was all right, but words failed her. Unable to help herself, she stepped closer to him.

[advancedbosoms]

She laughed, swatting a bit at the jacket, in a Take this back, I don't need it sort of way.

"Don't be stupid," she said lightly. "I've been caught in a lot worse than a little rain. Besides, we're better to wait this out." They had somehow found their way to an impossibly large courtyard in the temple. Too large, really, to make any logical sense, but that was Nysgod architecture for you. "There's a gazebo up ahead, I think. Let's just wait it out in there."

[to_this_end]

His only answer was a heavy exhalation of breath. This wasn't normal. This wasn't normal at all. Yes, there was a lovely young woman beside him, but there was no shortage of lovely young women in Rush's life. It never had any effect on him - Amanda excluded. He certainly didn't think of Zoey in that fashion.

But here he was, mouth dry and nerves awakening and his head full of smut and filth.

"I...I think there's something in the air..."

That much was obvious. As though he could miss the flush in her cheeks, or the parting of her mouth. "We should..."

Go. Get out. It was like being drugged. He vaguely remembered warnings about this sort of thing happening. Mental states being altered. To what purpose? Why would there be a room like this?

[advancedbosoms]

Well, it's worth repeating. Because you really, really are.

[She looks at their hands, somewhat of a smile tugging at her lips. Go figure. Another time, another place, and they're finally having the talk she so wanted to have on the bluffs.]

I'm in love with you. Have been for awhile now.

You saved me from a lot of things. Poverty, mediocrity, and definitely plenty of things that go bump in the night. But mostly, you saved me from myself.

I don't know what I'd be if I hadn't bumped into you that day at the party, Angel.

[cordelisse]

It was all Zoey could do to drag her gaze away from his mouth, the span of throat revealed by the loosening of his collar. “Not...” she licked her lips again, trying desperately to follow that line of thought. “I don’t think it’s in the air...” He was an attractive man, she was aware of that; she wasn’t blind. But there’d never been... THIS. She didn’t consider him that way. He was Rush. Grumpy, genius Rush. “Not... Not entirely...”

The runes... there had been something about the runes. She should have paid more attention to the runes... Her fingertips curled into his shirtsleeve. She should step away, drag him towards the door. They should leave...

Instead she stepped closer, her other hand settling lightly onto his chest.

[to_this_end]

He could feel the heat of her hand through his white button down shirt. He swallowed hard, his throat clicking.

"Either way..." It was like one of those nightmares, where you knew you had to run or scream but nothing happened. He knew he needed to step away, push her back, something. But his body refused to do anything of the sort. Quite the opposite, he found himself physically straining towards her.

It was ridiculous. She was young enough to be his daughter! It was perverse to be standing here, considering what his mind was so hell-bent on considering.

These weren't his wants and thoughts. It was some purely physical reaction to outside stimulus, that was all! Surely they could fight this!

[cordelisse]

Zoey knew better. She knew this wasn’t her, wasn’t them. Knew she ought to force the two of them out that door and as far away from this room as they could get. But she couldn’t bring herself to do any of it. No, she stayed right where she was. But only just. She could feel him straining towards her and it took all she had not to respond in kind.

She exhaled slowly. They shouldn’t be doing this. She shouldn’t WANT to be doing this. She shouldn’t WANT to be doing more. But she did. Oh bloody fucking hell, she DID. And she was fighting that want, that NEED, with all she had. But that stubborn determination to fight was faltering and fading under the slow and steady onslaught of desire.

[to_this_end]

No wonder there was nothing here but a bed.

No wonder he had thought of Amsterdam, the red light streets where the girls stood on their balconies in front of rooms that had only a bed. He knew those rooms, he and Gloria had gone on quite an adventure when the visited Amsterdam...

"I think..." he managed, through labored breaths, "that we've discovered the nature of this room."

Not it's purpose - a room that overwhelmed the occupants with lust? To what end? - but it's nature at any rate. Be it a drug or control or a spell or even a bloody damned frequency, they were well and truly caught in it.

Why had they had to stumble in here? He supposed it could have been worse - if nothing else, Zoey was a lovely girl and they got on well enough - but he had no normal desire to sleep with anyone that young. And he doubted that she had any interest in a man of his age or demeanor or grizzled visage. The odds here were greatly tipped in his favor, he thought.

"I....I can't...."

He couldn't push her away. He couldn't fight this. His rational mind had no say whatsoever any longer. His fingers flexed, wanting to grab her....

[cordelisse]

“No fucking shit,” Zoey replied, voice breathless with want and need and the faintest hint of laughter. Oh, they had most certainly had. Her heart was pounding in her chest and all her rather immeasurable focus was on him, want and desire and need spiralling and coiling within her.

And her resolve crumbled to dust.

She stepped closer to him, as close as she possibly could, hands sliding up to tangle in his hair as she rose up on tiptoe once more and kissed him fervently.

[to_this_end]

His hands reached for her then. Before he knew it he was holding her hips, her narrow angular hips. A shudder went through him when her mouth met his. God, how long had it been? He was starved for this, interference or no. The basic human need for physical contact, physical intimacy, a connection with another human being.

He gave up bothering to fight. She had given in first, in some way that made it easier. He found himself returning the kiss, lips parting eagerly. Hungrily.

Rush was ashamed at how quickly he let himself descend into this madness of desire.

Spike | Buffy the Vampire Slayer | OTAllTheThings

[idolstolemylook]

Tony Stark | MCU | OTA (this is me)

[funnythingsare]

Sam Winchester | Supernatural | He's straight but what the hell do what you want

[iwatchtjhooker]

[cordelisse]

It was too easy to lose herself in the swell of desire, the pressure of his hands on her hips and the feel of his lips against hers. And she hated that, hated that their mental states had been so easily altered; but the cards had been stacked against them the moment they set foot in that room. This was its purpose.

His lips parted, and she took that as invitation, pressing closer and deepening the kiss just as hungrily.

There was no turning back.

[dublinbrogue]

"Good, I trust you with that." He pulled her closer with both arms tight around her holding her in the strong embrace. He didn't want to let her go. She had become his world and his balance in all of the insanity of it. The idea of losing that broke his heart into many peices but he didn't want to let her go or lose the moment.

He pulled back and replied. "Always, always and forever." It was his turn to press their foreheads together. "I'll love you as long as this body has breath." He leaned abck in for a set of quick fast kisses.

[nott_caine]

She kept her arms around him, desperate to keep hold, as though she were to be pulled away before her time. This was her last night in his embrace, to feel his kisses for some time. This memory would have to sustain her until they met again. "I have nothing to give you," she said to him, staring down at the ring. "Nothing that means as much to me as this does to you."

Glinda the Good | Wicked | OTA (Mostly bubblesexual)

[itwasrhetorical]

Gaila | Star Trek XI | OTA

[freebitchbaby]

5

[freebitchbaby]

[In the interests of her further human education and normal socialisation, or, 'Operation: Get Chell laid' Gaila had been trying to think of everything she could to explain how Humans go about courting. Which was when this had come up:]

Hold up, have you ever even kissed anyone? On the lips?

Pasha Chekov | Star Trek XI (AU) | OTA with a preference for women

[punchedaklingon]

6

[itwasrhetorical]

[Glinda always did sleep soundly throughout the night. And that evening, or early morning by the time she settled, she had slept especially soundly. Perhaps it was the physical exertion?

However, waking up is not the same as sleeping and when she does. Oh dear Lurline how she panics and freezes as still as if she were a statue. Unlike most she can remember exactly how she got here. And exactly what happened last night. And oh, well those are her corset strings hanging from the chandler aren't they?

The witch rolls onto her back and stares up at the ceiling and replays the events in her mind. What a very amazingly eventful evening. To say that she has a little bit of a smirk on her face wouldn't be unreasonable. Perhaps this was what she did wrong last time, not sleeping beside them after the event, rather than running off and worrying about her 'fallen' state. She didn't feel like a ruined woman at all. Quite the opposite, she felt rather cheerful.]

7 : because I like rain clearly.

[dublinbrogue]

Getting caught in the rain hd not been part of the plan. Doyle was hiding away from his problems again and he knew the man he owed a fair bit of coin too was out looking for him. He hadnt told Nott of the problem but he had asked her to the bar all the same. When the rain started to pour he pulled her into the alleyway just under a storm drain barley enough room for one to be safe from the rain but still he tried to sheild her from it by putting her against the wall and holding her against his chest. Despite the danger stalking him it had been shaping up to be a beautiful night.

Obi-Wan Kenobi|Star Wars|OTA but would likely have to be scenario 1 or 2 >.>

[master_kenobi]

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2 – because apparently it’s that sort of day (thank you RNG)

[cordelisse]

It was a simple, rather nondescript wooden door in a less travelled corridor of the temple. What was odd, however, were the runes carved into the doorjamb. There were no other doors that she’d seen with such carvings. She frowned thoughtfully, fingertips tracing lightly over the carving of one rune in particular. It was familiar, the itch of almost-knowing what it meant causing her brain to tingle. She hated it when that happened.

Perhaps there would be a clue inside. So she opened the door and stepped across the threshold.