outofshadows | Shipping Meme

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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[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.]

[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.]

[She glances at him unsure of whether he's awake or not. It's so very hard to tell with vampires. Glinda is finding it hard to muster the will of strength to get out of the bed and excuse herself like she knows that she should. She's meant to storm out and cry and make a fuss over all of this.

But, is it such a sin to have enjoyed herself?

The witch had been so hung up on marrying Fiyero and making it the perfect wedding and being the perfect wife that when he left her it was soul destroying. And she was relatively certain that Prince Tristan wasn't interested in her. So why shouldn't she explore alternative avenues? Naturally all of this thought and careful consideration was in her head before she gave a little giggle to herself and rolled over again to face him, closing her eyes and making herself comfortable. Perhaps she could indulge a little longer.

It wasn't as if he were even of Oz after all.]

Okay, so she hadn't meant to marry Spike.

You drink some grog, you dance around a fire with someone, you let someone tie a ribbon around your hand. It's all in good fun. You don't expect to be informed that you just tied the knot.

She sat on the edge of the bed in the wedding chamber of the temple, where they'd been brought and told to consummate the relationship. Cordelia had been sitting silently on the bed for a good three or four minutes now, trying to figure out how they'd wound up in this situation.

"Maybe," she finally said, "It doesn't stick if we don't actually have sex."

"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.

"Okay, not the craziest thing I've heard tonight."

Cordelia tapped her fingertip against her chin, looking thoughtful for a moment. It was an unusual look on her. So, the situation was what it was. Best to make it go away and just try to get through.

"Okay," she decided. "Let's just do it and get out and tomorrow we can get it revoked or whatever."

She mumbled from under the blankets, knocking a bottle to the floor. Another morning hungover, another day of waking up in strange locations. Nott pressed her hand to her head, glancing around, trying to force herself to see more clearly from the haze of alcohol. At least she was in bed, that was a nice change to the floor.

With a groan, she turned to the side, suddenly feeling someone beside her. Her eyes opened wide as she stared down at him. "What the fuck?!" She bolted up. "Spike?!"

Doyle could barley stand up right, he was drunk as can be and mostly anyone could see that. If they couldn't well the nearly empty large Jameson bottle should be more then enough proof. Standing before some random god as he leaned against a chair beside him to stay mostly on his feet.

"I do." He slurred out. The best drunken choices.

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