Shipping Meme

[somepartsbroken]

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!

[ I totally stole the source code off the old one, so ALLLLLL credit goes to the mods.]

Comments

[gruesome]

"Some... Just Some," he said, smile widening, and he took his hand, clasping it with two hands more than shaking it. "It is very good to meet you. I am sorry, I just... can't escape the feeling that we've met before."

[somepartsbroken]

"I would try, alas. We both know I will grow tired." or bored, more likely bored with Dorian. When she slipped and grabbed at him he was not prepared for it and he tumbled with her. At least it was in the garden and not hard concrete but the ground was saturated so they were both likely muddy.

"Ow, damn." Dorian muttered moving a muddy hand to his forehead, he managed to headbutt her when he feel over her.

[somepartsbroken]

"Some, I like that name." He spoke as he shook his hand in return. The extra hands made Dorian smile, he looked oddly bashful for someone who could not blush. "I do not think we have, but maybe that feeling is like destiny? Mayhaps we were destined to meet?"

[somepartsbroken]

[ He chuckled at that.] You may be right, but I could mayhaps pull it off as well. Still some people might get offended so I'd best leave that train of thought where it is.

A woman after my own heart. [ He teased as she slipped her arm free and put on the show. Dorian let the umbrella fall so he could clap for her.] That was bloody brilliant!

[ He eyed the puddle a moment before making his way over, as long as it didn't cover his boot completely he'd be okay. He moved two step back before jumping both of those big black boots landing in the water splashing it up he scrunched his face a bit as the water hit him.]

[somepartsbroken]

Dorian's mind was all but blanked for once in his years. With her on his hips he growled out his nails digging into her hips as he bucked hard up into her. The things they trashed into didn't matter he was too far gone in his passion to even feel it. His mouth, his body, his blood. It was all for her.

[shewhokills]

Aileen nodded, though it was more for herself than for Roland. She didn't care if he saw. She sighed, quietly, pulling her hand away, her arms resting uncomfortably in her lap. She said nothing, swinging her legs over the edge of Roland's bed and beginning to pull on her clothing.

[freedomfound]

Yes, Seth would grow bored as well. She can't remain stagnant long, or in this case, doing the same thing for long.

She did, however, laugh when they both landed in the mud and bumped heads in the process.

"Looks like we can't do this forever... You okay?" Seth was going to need a change of clothes... Apparently the "nature" element needed to be remembered next time. Oh, well. That was the fun of it!

[somepartsbroken]

Dorian had moments where he would let himself go stagnant luckily they had not happened in the Temple yet. He has moments where he just gets stuck on something and can't let go.

He pushed himself up on his knees and offered a muddy hand to her to help her up. He didn't bother rubbing his forehead. He didn't want more mud on himself. "I do beleive I shall live." he replied a little more playful adding. "Well... you know what I mean." being dead and all. Dorian was going to need a shower after this.

[begin_at_the_end]

He caught her arm (of course he was quick enough to catch her; this was no question) when she turned away. He said nothing for a moment, staring fixedly before him. Then:

"This isn't what I would have wanted for you."

And only then did he turn toward her.

[freebitchbaby]

"Why? Worried someone might walk past and think you're up to no good again?" She teased with a roll of her eyes. Honestly, he didn't seem to understand that she was very simply getting her kicks out of winding him up and irritating him. It was far too much fun. "Getting down and dirty with an alien babe that half the men here would give their left foot to bend over. Must do horrors for your reputation." She sarcastically commented as she reached up to pull a book out before pushing it back into its place on the shelf.

[freebitchbaby]

"No. Y'good." Gaila shot down his offer of leaving. If he was clearly uncomfortable she might have tried to encourage him to leave if he wanted to. But seeing as he seemed happy to have pillow talk and cuddle up with her, she was more than happy to enable that kind of behaviour.

"I know." She confirmed. "S'why I was a slavegirl. They only picked the prettiest ones." Never really the smart ones but she had been somewhat of an anomaly despite her habit of answering back she'd made an excellent slavegirl.

[artistwithasickness]

She shifted to give his legs the room they needed and her hands tugged at the hem of his shirt. Devi liked the skin to skin contact and it kept her hands busy, nails dragging across his hip, down his shoulder. She turned her head to give him whatever room he wanted and she gave a involuntary half sigh, half moan under his slightly cool mouth.

"I do like interesting."

[freedomfound]

Seth laughed, pushing herself to her feet.

"Well then I guess we should get to that." Her attempt to wring out her clothing is a miserable failure, thanks to the rain.

"Thanks for the dance, though!"

[shewhokills]

Aileen was still. For how long, she wasn't entirely certain. Her shirt slipped out of her free hand and onto the floor and she turned, watching Roland's eyes.

"How do you mean?"

[ex_steadycourse703]

[Sulu tilted her face up at the rain. This was the kind of thing that you missed when the majority of your time was spent in space. One hand reached out blindly for Dorian's]

Can you dance, Mr Carver?

[Dance with her in the rain. In the middle of this huge puddle. As the forgotten umbrella began to fill with water.]

[capt_forehead]

Angel's hands slid to Dorian's lower back, pulling them together again as Dorian raked his fangs across his neck. Goddamn it felt good to have a man at his neck. Humans were warmer to their cool skin, but Dorian felt only silken under his hands. Angel's face contorts as he claims the bottom curve of Dorian's neck wher it started to meet his collarbone. His cock rubbed against the hollow of his hip and he moaned softly.

Just to be an ass, just to egg the other man on, Angel didn't bother warning before he sunk his fangs into the soft skin. There was always something more erotic about vampire blood and Dorian's tasted a little different then what he was used to. It was delicious, the wine of life and his senses flared. He kept in mind the warning and let the small mouthful he'd drawn run from his lips, down Dorian's chest.

[begin_at_the_end]

"Like this. Made mad by the Nysgods for a night."

And with me, but he doesn't speak that thought. He would love her, if he could, if such a thing were possible. It isn't. He doesn't. And he feels as much betrayer as betrayed, another one caught in the temporary madness, made to forget and confuse.

But what's done is done. And cannot be undone, not now nor ever.

"It's more of their lies and falsehoods."

[somepartsbroken]

Since his death Dorian had never done much in the way of real work. Even then the calises on his hands were not as hard as some men of his time. Katherine had been large on making him put oil on his fingers as she did not like the rough feel of his fingers when he would let his hands get busted up working around their home. She made sure his hands stayed soft, and with the reset he still had the soft finger tips.

Dorian gave a low hiss against Angel's neck when ANgel rubbed against his hip. The hiss given as the rubbed back against Angel. His body was often slow to start but not tonight. The spell was strong and deep in his blood. Between sweet friction and then the feel of the fangs he pulled his head up a moment and gasped in a thick breath. "Oh fuck." Escaped him before he dove in digging his fangs in to return the favor, his body burning for Angel.

[somepartsbroken]

[ When he had seen the hand reaching out he reached out and met her midway. Playfully bowing as she asked her question.]

Milady, I am old as dirt, of course I can dance. What do you think we did for fun before electric lights and television?

[ He was half joking, but mostly serious. Stepping up and the other hand moved to her waist he smiled.]

Well, Miss Sulu, may I have the honor of this dance then?

[ex_steadycourse703]

I cannot be certain, but I'm sure that before television there was no such thing as 'fun'.

[Sulu set her free hand on his shoulder, beginning to hum something with a simple beat. She was no professional singer, or even close (like Uhura) but she had a strong voice and a natural sense of timing.]

It would be my pleasure.

[somepartsbroken]

Trust me, their was. Some of my best adventures came before the car or television.

[ When she started to hum he lead them into a simple waltz.]

Midnight carriage chases, balls of the aristocrats, meeting the poets and writers of their day. And for myself watching blues evolve and seeing the world change. I watched a nation grow, then nearly split and heal again. I watched slavery be abolished a great feat for the lives of hundreds upon thousands of innocent boys. If you ask me, the world grew dull with television. Who writes letters anymore? Poetry is lost.

[ He moved as he spoke.]

[ex_steadycourse703]

Not lost. Hidden perhaps.

[That lead into a soft smile.]

My father is a poet. Hosato Sulu; quite a famous one in his time too.

[Sulu followed his steps easily, with a lightness that rain could not weight down.] He has two collected books; Fire in Frost and Nine Suns.

[capt_forehead]

Angel groaned as he was bit, the flare of the Malkavian's loving bite more pointed then Angel's breed. His own teeth traveled across Dorian's shoulder, leaving little crying holes that Angel licked at. Without warning, Angel shifts they're weight, turning them so Dorian's back is against the wall.

Angel puts his fangs away, able to draw when he like out of where he's opened the skin already.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but I like it. Fiery." He purred out the words as his hands starts dragging Dorian's belt open so he can get to the button.

[somepartsbroken]

He managed a low growl when the nails raked him, it wasn't a bad noise. It was a sign he wanted more. He had long since cast away the chains that most would hold as rules for bedding a partner between his experiences alive and the much more dead, he could be both a good lover, but a vicious one as well. And he knew Devi could take both.


Her warm hands on his skin was enough to make him push more, his lips working down her neck and slowly down her chest. AS he muttered just above the neck line of her shirt. "I'll find you a new one." Before he pushed up enough to put both hands on the shirt and quite literally tear it in half. Taking a moment to look down at the exposed skin with a grin on his features. "Beautiful."

[somepartsbroken]

Hidden, yes I like that better.

[ He moved through the steps easily. It was nice to have a partner who knew what they were doing. He couldn't help the grin, though his eyes widdened some.]

Really? I would be quite interested to read his works.