outofshadows | Shipping Meme

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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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"Well...my life would be easier if I could keep her that way. Some of the men she dated in the past were absolutely ghastly!" She said, her English accent slipping out. "But I think she'd stake me in my sleep and put my torpored body in a trunk before I could get away with it."

She grinned, "Am I near the top? I feel so included. I need all the help I can get." Nott laughed, holding him tightly. "Inspire you? How do I do that?"

"Well a bad relationship is kind o' a right o' passage love. You can't love someone proper till you've had your heart ripped out at least once." He spoke those wise words that randomly came from someone who seemed too young to have such wisdom. He grinned like an idiot when the accent slipped. He thought it was absolutely stunning on her. "I'd not allow that to happen." He replied softly "And if it became an issue I'd say we just share a bed and then she can't attack without me knowin'." Not that he thought Diana would it was just his way of saying he wouldn't mind sharing his space with her.

"Damn right you are." He spoke in a playful tone. "My lady love is right up at the top where she should be." He leaned to brush his lips against hers. "You give me all kinds o' little ideas just by bein' near. Don't you know this foul mind o' mines almost always in the gutter when I'm 'round you. What can I say."

"I guess so. And maybe you'll be the good influence I need to cut her some slack." Nott said, already feeling calmer with him near her. She grinned, the suggestion said so casually, but put forth in such a clever and sweet way. "Well, maybe it would be better if I stayed with you. If only so I can find my way home now on when I get drunk."

She tipped her head back, kissing him deeply. "Lucky for you, I am just as dirty as you are. A perfect match in every way."

"She might feel releived at that." He spoke before nodding a bit "I'd like that, we can stumble home together." He added with a bit of teasing because really they did tend to get tore up a lot. And if she was there maybe he wouldn't pass out in his dirty clothes pile on the floor so often. "Id be more fun that way I think."

"A prefect match indeed." He repeated before giving into the kiss pulling her a little harder against him as the rain started to ease up.

"You realize our place would be an absolute sty." His first visit to her rooms had made that much clear. Neither were big cleaners. It was likely going to take Diana's coaxing for them to even make an effort. "Home," she repeated, liking the sound of it. She hadn't had a real home in a long time. It would be a nice change.

She glanced up at the rain with a frown, disapproving of its slowing. "I guess we better be going soon." She sighed.

He shrugged a bit "If it gets a strange smell I can neat the place up a bit." He didn't even seemed phased by it, he was used to a mess but he could be domestic when he needed to be. His issue was the clothes and beer bottles more then anything without those his room wasn't really in that abd of shape, he throws most of the cigarette butts out the window anyway. "Aye, home, our home you know until Princey makes us move again to another city. Then we'll have a new home."

"Who says we have to go?"

"Oh that's right," Nott said with a cheeky grin. "We're both potential spouses to prince charming." She chucked at the thought of either of them a princess. "So does that mean I should practice my curtsy?" She dipped on, fluttering her hand as though it were a fan. "Oh your majesty!"

She pressed the back of her hand to her brow. "Just think, a prince may come to sweep one of us away!"

"Aye, but I don't think I'd make a very good princess. Much too much chest hair." He teased a bit. Because it seemed a viable excuse to him, half the guys pulled in seemed like they were magically void of any such thing but not him. He was a hairy little guy, comes from the genetics. "Nah, I like you just the way you are darlin' no need to kiss his ass. Though he seems like an okay guy. Just not my type."

He moved and much like their first night together he swept her up bridal style. "Who needs a prince when you've got a gambler?"

"Eh, he's not my type. Seems more into himself than anything." Nott shrugged, hardly impressed with royalty by now. Vampiric society often required a prince of a city to help keep order. After awhile, they all seemed the same. Call it the cynic in her heart.

She laughed, swept up in his arms. "I think you mean since I have an Irish rogue!" Nott kissed his lips quickly. "Though you have to be a gambler to take a chance on me."

"Maybe a bit, but you wont ever hear me say I'm sad he's not. I'd much rather you say you're more me type." He gave her a wink a she started to carry her through the alleway through the drizzling rain.

"Aye, I'm that too and more. So much more now that I got a beauty like you to keep me in line, or out o' it dependin' on the mood. and it's a chance I'm glad I took. Lady luck paid off with you."

"I'll bear that in mind," she smirked, delighted with his eagerness to keep her. "Especially if you are the one to be chosen by the prince." She laughed. "Careful or I might have to keep you for all eternity. Might have to turn you." She winked, not meaning it, but unable to resist teasing him.

"If he turns me into a princess, I'll be like Dracula's bride I'll fling meself off the tower into a river." He spoke in a teasing tone, was he serious? Nope. But he made sure everyone knew he had no intention of being Mrs. Prince Tristan. He'd fight that to the end. "I don't see a problem with that, you know outside o' the vampire bit. I don't think demons can be vampires and all." He never put much thought into it, he was still half human.

"How romantic. Flinging yourself in the river over a man. I know there are some Irish legends with that sort of them in them." She grinned, glancing up at the sky as the rain began to fizzle. "Oh yeah, Angel would so approve of me trying to turn you. Even if it doesn't work."

"Quite a few, you don't want to be a princess in good old Irish tales." He teased a little. He kept forgetting how much she knew about Ireland it was refreshing outside of Angel he always felt like the only person around that knew what was what. "Oh he can deal, he knows I make me own choices. We don't dabble too much in each others affairs unless were bein' stupid and someone needs to step in. No need for such feelin's."

"Either you are killing yourself in the end or you are carried away by an evil creature. Or you could be lucky and be Isolde." Nott batted her eyes up at him. "Does this mean I can be your Tristan?" She gave him a playful poke. "Well let's just hope he never worries about what I do with my feeding activities. Crusading vamps who stake their own kind is rather frowned upon."

"I'd still rather be Cu Chulainn if I gotta be anyone, and I ain't that brave or bad ass. A man can dream though." He replied. "I suppose if you wanna be." He shook his head at the silliness of it all. "Maybe, but thats what me and Angel did for a livin' so he'd not judge I just ask you not stake my best friend. He's a bit important to me."

"Just make sure he doesn't stake me because I'm not going vegetarian or anything." Nott responded with a shrug.

"Just don't kill those you eat from, that's my only request." He didn't care for meaningless death something he made clear. "And I promised you I wont let him hurt you and you wont hurt him. Please don't put me in an awkward place darlin'. I already told you I wont choose sides."

"I don't kill my herd. They don't even remember what happens, aside from it feeling good. That's the beauty of the vampire's kiss." She pressed her lips to his. The sudden shift in topic made her frown, squirming free of his arms. "What makes you think I would even put you in an awkward place?"

"Well I do enjoy all of your kisses." Even if it wasn't the same type he was a bit of a dork all the same. He looked at her with a bit of a unsure look. "Because your both real important to me and I'm paranoid o' everythin' as I'm sure you noticed. I just don't want bad blood between the two I adore."

She relaxed, calming at the explanation. Trust Doyle to know just what to say to charm her. "I don't know him well enough to have bad blood between us. But he seemed fine when we met on the streets and then later during that whole goddess thing."

"Ange's a really good man. He has his bitch moments but all o' us guys do it just comes with the territory." DOyle tended to work his bitch moods out in bar fights or drank through them. "You'll love'em once you get to know him. I promise that."

"Careful talking him up to me," she said, stepping a bit away to look at him over her shoulder. "Might make me fall in love with him."

"That's a bit mean." He teased some following after her because who couldn't follow that beautiful woman. He pushed some of his wet hair from his face. "You wouldn't do that. I know you better."

"I don't know, with all this talk about how great he is, I think I have fallen for him. He is SUCH a hero." She fluttered her eyes, giving a teasing swoon.

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