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!

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[cordelisse]

It had just been a stupid fucking red berry. And sure, there’d had ended up being a serious exchange of looks with Sam... but mostly from the humour of the situation. It had been so bloody SERIOUS and intense. She couldn’t help but look to someone who could find the situation funny with her.

Turns out it wasn’t funny at ALL. Apparently that whole eating the red berry they’d been given plus the serious exchange of looks... meant they were married. Hadn’t THAT been a surprise fucking announcement.

And now they were secluded in some antechamber, where they had been instructed to dress for the consummation. Which was apparently preceded by a small combination ritual/processional while servants prepared the wedding chambers.

“Think we can make a break for it?”

[advancedbosoms]

Do it.

[She turns then, taking his hands, pressing her tear stained face against them, rubbing against them as she tries to memorize their feel and scent and everything else she already knows she'll forget.]

Find a way. Find a way to leave here and come to me and we'll find each other. Somehow. We have to.

I've never met someone like you, Bert. No one else has ever challenged me like this and loved me that openly and seen all the things in me you always did. You're kind and strong and clever and so good. I should have told you that, every day. I should have always told you how much I loved you and I didn't. Why didn't I tell you?

[ka_mai]

[He turns and leans down, pressing his head against hers.]

Not everything needs saying, Cordelia. I know how much yeh love me, I do.

[He's always known. She shows it all the time, in her ways. And those mean more than any words.]

I might not be able to. But I'll try. I'd rather forget everything and have yeh again, than...be alone and without yeh.

[Because he knows he will be. Not physically, likely, he knows he'd seek that out once the pain faded some. But love? No. Not after this, not after Cordelia. There can't be anyone else, not like this. He understands why Roland became the way he did, now.]

Always wanted to see your world, anyhow. See an areoplane.

[advancedbosoms]

[She laughs through the tears, though the sound is pained.]

Just wait until you play a first person shooter.

[And maybe she should explain that. But in whatever little time they have left, it seems like a waste of words.]

I won't leave. I'll refuse to to. They'll have to drag me, kicking and screaming and biting. I'm not leaving you.

There's no more living without you, baby. There's only existing. I can't go back to that.

[capt_forehead]

[What was he doing, kissing her back, letting the moment wash over him like that. His hand untangles from her to rest lightly on her waist as he deepens the kiss.]

[ka_mai]

Do you think they'd let you? You'd think they would... they know what it means. They wouldn't do this to one of their pairs, I wot.

[He stretches out in bed with her, wrapping his arms around her and holding the familiar weight of her close. He needs her. It's as simple as that. He's never had anything in his life like this and he can't bear the thought of truly losing her.]

Ought to have married me. [He's teasing, his tone making it clear. Trying to make light of the situation as he always does.] I'd like to see'em try and take a wife away from her husband.

[cordelisse]

“It really shouldn’t be, and yet every so often there it is. Surprised as hell.” Zoey smirked. “Just a little awkward.”

At his words she laughed outright. “I should certainly hope so. If you went and started thinking it’s anything but what it is I’d have to punch you in the face.” Her tone was teasing, but she appreciated him saying it aloud. She didn’t need to worry about the after-effects of this aside from the potential of awkwardness.

“There’s nothing to forgive. I’m not exactly an unrepentant trollop, either, Rush,” she told him, sounding thoroughly amused. “It might not have been as long for me, but it’s still been long enough. Sex, though enjoyable, has never been the first thing on my mind.”

[to_this_end]

"Well, as enticing as I'm sure I am to pretty young women," he was already laughing through the words, "I'm afraid it couldn't be anything else. Contrary to what I'm sure are all appearances, I'm an involved man." Talking, Rush was realizing, was making this far easier. And he felt better for admitting that, before things became too heated.

"Well, you may be changing your tune when we've gotten down to business."

As he spoke, his hands were moving from her hips up to the sides of her waist, no longer content to rest as they were.

[advancedbosoms]

[She curls up against him, no holding back on the desire to be held and kissed and wanted right now. She presses her face into his chest, breathing in and slowly out again.

But she tenses at the joke. He's teasing. She understands that.

But he's also right.]

I should have. God, Bert, I should have married you.

What was I so scared of?

[Making a mistake? Commitment? Nothing could be as bad as this.]

[ka_mai]

Oh Cordy love, don't do that. Yeh weren't ready. If'n yeh think it would do any good, hell, we can get it done right now.

[Anything, to keep them together. It wasn't supposed to be like this, not for him. He's the lucky one. Things go alright for him, that's the way it is. He isn't supposed to lose the woman he loves. And he shouldn't have to. What does it matter if Cordelia stays? Why do they care?

[nott_caine]

His stumble was perfection to her, he was complete perfection. Even away from his arms, she would forever feel the scratches on her cheeks and chin. She would remember the smell of him, pursuing that tobacco and whiskey scent to the ends of the universe. In the dark, she would feel his firm arms around her and hear his brogue whisper in her ear. It was these small memories she would cherish forever. "Someday, I will give you more. When we are together again."

[advancedbosoms]

[She doesn't reply.

Instead, she reaches up to unclasp the chain of her necklace. The ring from Bert falls against her chest and she picks it up, turns it over once.]

What are wedding vows at home?

R[andall] F[lagg] || The Dark Tower (et al.) || OTA

[unflagging]

[A wizard is never late, &c &c >:E]

[ka_mai]

Whatever a pair wants'em to be. Usually there's promises of fidelity and all of that, and asking Gan and the Man Jesus for blessing. If'n it's a Manni ceremony, there's all kinds of funny prayers in their tongue.

[Bert chuckles a bit, trying to recall what he's heard of the Manni's words. He can't recall much, though.]

The ceremony's a small thing. Private, for Gunslingers, usually. Sacred and holy.

[advancedbosoms]

Well, we have some set vows ourselves.

[Cordy reaches up to take the ribbon out of her hair. Raspberry red silk.

Her hair falls loose and she takes Bert's hand. A moment later, she starts to wrap the ribbon around Bert's ring finger.]

I, Cordelia Chase, take you, Cuthbert Allgood, as my lawfully wedded husband. To have and go hold, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, from this day forward, until death do us part.

[Or Nysgods do them part.]

[ka_mai]

[They're easy enough words to remember, even only hearing them the once, as Cordelia says them now. There's nothing more private than this. Bert thinks of Eddie, how his twinner took his wife in the same way. One night, the twain alone, before none but god and one another. He needs nothing more.

And they're good words, these vows from earth. Simple and true and words of the heart. They have a weight to them, a holiness fitting their purpose. He likes them.]

And I take you, Cordelia Chase, for my lawfully wedded wife. To have and hold, for better or worse, richer or poorer, be we sick or in health. [Well, it's close enough.] To love and cherish from now forward, 'till death do we part.

[So help him, he'd do all in his power to make sure naught else could tear them from another.]

all those Winchesters...

[mini_dean]

He helped kick them off, already commando underneath. He then went to help relieve her of her own pants, his teeth playing along the skin of her neck as he kissed and nibbled.

[freebitchbaby]

Very important sweetie.

You rememebr how we talked about hugging and patting? And badtouching, right? [Gaila had been so very careful to make sure that Chell knew what badtouches were and how to defend herself. Not that she needed much help on that front.]

Well, kissing is kinda the next step.

[advancedbosoms]

[She sets the ring in his palm, squeezing it gently, and holds her left hand out for Bert to slip the ring on.

She doesn't say anything, uncharacteristically quiet, but she's smiling now, at least.]

[idolstolemylook]

[Spike is fully expecting her to freak out. After all, she's a princess type, and he's a vampire, and formerly evil and all that. So it would only make sense that she'd wake up, realize her mistake, and turn him into a frog or something of the sort. Spike did not particularly want to be a frog. And he could have left he knows that, but for some reason... he hasn't.

No, he's stayed, sleeping with an arm wrapped casually around her, because he's always been a cuddler (no matter what he might deny from time to time) and Glinda wasn't the time you wham-bammed.

She's stirring now, so he tenses, waiting for the inevitable blow up. Still, was nice, having a bit of a lie in before this had to happen.]

[cordelisse]

“As every young woman in Othala suddenly feels thoroughly disappointed without quite knowing why,” Zoey teased. “I’m sure they’ll manage to come to terms with that eventually.” It was better, with the talking. Put her at ease in a way that would probably only help with the whole endeavour.

“Or I may be apologising to you,” she retorted with a smile.

The movement of his hands made Zoey shiver, and she stretched against him, cat-like. Fingertips fiddling absently with his collar, she took a breath. She itched to touch him more, but she was content to kiss him, slow and deliberate. There was time enough for the rest.

[idolstolemylook]

"Or maybe," Spike said from his position holding up the wall, arms folded, "if we don't, they'll come in here and watch us to make sure it bloody well takes."

He was not any happier about it than she was. All right, sure, the girl had a body on her, and they got on in their own way. But he'd have preferred the consummation to happen without the actual wedding. He'd never been married in his unlife (not that counted, anyway) and he didn't intend to start now.

[freebitchbaby]

Gaila's species don't sleep like humans. Orions sleep little and often and upon waking up late into the night she had gone wandering. The garden had seemed too perfect to be true. There was even a pond to dip her toes in as she sat under a massive and ancient willow.

The sound of the door opening however was enough to make her peek out from underneath the willow's branches at the intruder. Only they weren't an intruder. Gaila felt her heart leap in a way she'd only felt once or twice before. It wasn't just lust. She knew lust all too well. This was emotional. She could feel it in her very bones. She stood up, peering from behind the tree, feeling for one of the first times a little bit shy.

Cheeks going an odd purplish colour she managed to whisper out a "Hi." It took the best will of strength not to giggle like a maniac.

[to_this_end]

Rush laughed again.

"I'm a fifty four year old man," he repeated, his hands slipping around to the small of Zoey's back. "I assure you, I'm not difficult to please." According to men's magazines, this was every middle aged man's fantasy. Consequence free sex with a beautiful young woman? It was the thing mid-life crises were made of.

There was something of irony here. Black humor at the very least.

[advancedbosoms]

[She shivers against him, fingers reaching up to curl in his hair, tangling up.

Cordelia groans, against Angel's mouth, and leans back against the bed, drawing him along.]