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

Reinette Poisson || Doctor Who || OTA

[madame_de_pompadour]

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Sarah Jane Smith | Doctor Who | OTA

[investigatetime]

1

[ex_steadycourse703]

[Even with the warnings about strange rooms and inexplicable happenings. It's impossible to just stay cooped up in one room the whole time. So, inevitably, exploring does happen.

..and meeting new people while said exploring happens too.

Sulu doesn't even know this woman's name. But she's just struck by something about her. The shine of light off her hair, or something. She offers a friendly smile.]

[investigatetime]

[Sarah had heard the door open, and in reality knew she should be startled and be prepared to run or fight, but something else struck her instead: great curiosity and, well, attraction to this other woman.

This was entirely unexpected, but she almost felt like she couldn't take her eyes off her for a moment. It was like being in awe of someone you greatly admire.]

Have you seen these before? These runes?

[Then she realizes no one had been here before, or expected that no one had given everyone was from somewhere else, and she laughs a tiny bit.]

No, that was a silly question, I suppose not.

[ex_steadycourse703]

[The feeling, if it could be described as such, was mutual.

Sulu took a step further into the room, compelled to be just a little closer to this newfound stranger that made her head feel the slightest bit dizzy. She is carrying a basket, what had originally been a search for plants to bring back to her room ended here, and there is an assortment of flowers in the basket. Sulu fishes one of them out, even as she shakes her head.] No, I'm not a linguist I'm afraid, I really can't place these runes.

[The fact didn't bother her at all, it's secondary to her impulse to offer the other woman the solitary flower that she'd picked from her collection.] Here, I.. want you to have this.

[investigatetime]

[Sarah frowns at the stone, wondering if maybe she should find the Doctor to see if he would know, but stops when the flower is offered. Her heart races a tiny bit, flattered to be offered such a beautiful flower! No one has ever given her flowers before.]

You're too kind... Really, this is lovely.

[She takes the flower and smells it.] Oh! It really is lovely! Have you smelled it?

[She offers said flower, smiling softly.]

hikaru sulu {genderswap} | star trek aos | ota

[ex_steadycourse703]

7 - caught in the rain

[somepartsbroken]

[ It was coming down hard as Dorian was walking out the doors of the temple. He opened an umbrella that he had carried out he wasn't so much using it as spinning it. He loved the feel of warm rain which was odd considering he had a horrible fear of bodies of water. But rain like showers was not overly large puddles, pools or rivers. The rain was comforting, it was a reminder of things he had lost.]

[ex_steadycourse703]

[Sulu was hiding under a tree. It wasn't really the best cover, but it worked well enough to keep her from getting entirely soaked. Her arms were wrapped around her chest, the rain had cooled the air down quite a bit, but she wasn't ready to give up and run back in just yet.]

You have room under that for two? [She waved to Dorian with a small smile.]

[somepartsbroken]

Yes, there is more then enough for two. [ He spoke as he walked over to her and held it out over her, not caring if the rain pelted him.] Come, miss Sulu it is more fun out here in the rain then under the tree.

[ex_steadycourse703]

Thank you, Mr- [Only after it slips out of her mouth does she realize that she only knows Dorian by his given name. She should have thought to ask one of her crewmates to fill in the gaps. Though, it was more fun learning about him in bits and pieces anyway.]

Spock | Star Trek Into Darkness | OTA, slight preference for women

[your_logic_is_impeccable]

2-ish.

[ex_steadycourse703]

Most of the time, it didn't seem to matter which universe they came from. Spock was still Spock regardless of gender, and Sulu was content to fall into the established rank hirarchy that star fleet demanded of it's officers. In her own universe, her interested tended towards the other half of the ship's power couple.

But Uhura wasn't here. Male or female.

And Spock really did have great hands. She'd seen them in various stages of action. Even had a chance to witness the infamous nerve pinching technique. So, yeah, Sulu couldn't get the idea of Spock's hands out of her head.

Which was probably the reason why, when they found themselves in this new room, she had reached out to capture one of his hands. Casual contact wasn't, strictly speaking, against regulations. Though slowly bringing the Vulcan's knuckles up to her lips was probably crossing the line. Sulu pressed a soft kiss to his hand and looked up at the Commander with a silent question in her eyes.

hope this is okay!

[your_logic_is_impeccable]

They had heard something from behind those doors. So when Spock pushed the them open and charged inside, he was ready to fight, and he knew Lt. Sulu would be right behind him. They had been taking down demons all day, and for Spock, he hadn't felt this at ease and in his element since he arrived a few weeks ago. The hand motions, the training, the clear and established procedure all felt criminally natural.

So when they found no one in the room, he was ... surprised. In fact, the entire room was rather small. Perhaps only 12 by 12 feet and it was dimly lit by a soft glowing light on the ceiling. The only other object was a bed. It looked as if it was recently cleaned and made. Someone had even fluffed the pillows.

That's when he felt it — Sulu's hand holding one of his. Spock immediately turned around to look at the lieutenant, his own brows furrowed in both confusion and curiosity.

Desire.

He could feel it radiating from her touch, and when she kissed his knuckles he felt it growing stronger. But there was something else, there was another emotion stemming from him that Spock's rational mind was attempting to single out.

Until the Vulcan realized that it was impossible to distinguish two emotions, if they were one and the same. His own desire to have her was unyielding.

So when he saw the questioning in her eyes, asking whether what she had done would result in his acceptance or denial, Spock answered with action. Stepping towards her, he brought one hand to her neck and another to her waist and he kissed her.

The door behind them automatically slammed shut.

it's perfect!

[ex_steadycourse703]

It would be a long time before the aches and pains of the day showed themselves out for the truth. Right now, still held high on the skirts of adrenaline and the pride of knowing that they had proved a capable team. The temple was littered with the unconscious bodies of demons for where Sulu and Spock went, a measure of safety and peace did follow.

Was this some unasked for reward for their efforts? Or was this a distraction? It would be impossible to guess the motivations of a temple or a species of alien that she still had yet to fully understand. Nor would it even occur to Sulu that this convenient set up was unnatural and fabricated, the passions within her seemed real, and overpowering. How had she not noticed that Spock was simply meant for this? That her body curved to fit against his in a way that was both logical and poetic. Perhaps she had noticed him before, and pushed the thoughts to the recesses of her mind in favor of a professional clarity.

Sulu could not weigh her professionalism against her need for him now. A raw lust that nearly surprised her in it's intensity. The kiss served to distract her completely from the shutting of the door. Her hands were fists; tight grasps on the shoulders of Spock's blue uniform shirt. If it was possible to pull him closer, Sulu would have done so without hesitation.

She kissed him back, without care for the small scrapes and bruises that had accumulated from their self appointed policing of the temple.

[your_logic_is_impeccable]

It was difficult for Spock to maintain enough willpower to parse through their shared emotions and investigate their origins. His mind wandered in a way that he found completely unacceptable, and yet he felt powerless to stop it.

There were so many scents from a day stuffed full of fighting. And their bodies, so closely fitted together, allowed Spock to smell the liquid salt on her skin, and the metallic iron of her dried blood. He would have just stood and breathed her in, if his mouth wasn't so eager to meet the lieutenant's lips again.

The Lieutenant.

He had never permitted himself to call her by her first name. He'd never even referred to her by any other prefix. Doing so avoided confusion and maintained the utmost professionalism. Yet now, as Spock slipped his hand down to the lieutenant's waist, the word suddenly felt the very opposite of professional. It felt taboo, and the human half of him latched onto the feeling in arousal.

Spock's hands were firm but gentle as he moved them up from her waist, feeling the curvature of her body bending in and out with his touch. When they reached her face again, he sealed their kiss reluctantly, and opened his eyes to study hers. It was his turn to ask the silent question.

His intense desire to mate should be automatically associated with the effects of pon farr, and yet having already experienced the blood fever once in his life, Spock knew that this was distinctly not the same. Pon farr was raw, tapping into a Vulcan's last seven years of oppressed emotion and releasing it through physical interaction. But the lust he felt now, was simply the sin in and of itself, wishing to be performed, to be idolized, to be served.

Spike | Buffy the Vampire Slayer

[idolstolemylook]

Open to all!

5!

[eclipse_of_time]

She had dressed with intent. A snug gown with a high, flared collar that both framed and exposed her throat. Three quarter sleeves exposed her wrists. She'd even gone without her crest and the gown's square cut collar displayed the tops of her heavy breasts. She didn't often wear such Uhran style dresses, but all the books about vampires always had women in these sorts of things.

And as she had constrained her reading to romance novels, Ming was rather certain she'd achieved the effect she'd intended. Normally she simply delivered Spike an already filled chalice, but her interest and curiosity had only grown, the longer she knew the man. And the more she thought about him and his nature, and her and hers.

If nothing else, it didn't hurt to ask. If he wasn't interested, he wasn't, and that was that. But if he was...

Ming knocked on his door lightly, hoping she didn't look too eager.

[idolstolemylook]

Eager... perhaps not. But there was something different about her, and not just her clothes. The air of anticipation, as well as... hunger. She smelled different. It had Spike confused, and then worried.

"Ming," he said, leaning on the jamb lazily, shirt unbuttoned and untucked as he'd thrown it on. "You all right, love?"

[eclipse_of_time]

"I am, thank you for asking." Goodness, he looked handsome, mussed and rumpled as he was, shirt open to show a line of naked skin. He was so beautifully pale, like an unpainted statue come to life.

"And I hope you are, as well. May I come in?"

[idolstolemylook]

He found his eyes drawn to the shadow between her breasts, then her neck, then back, as if unable to decide on the more tempting locale. Then he recalled himself, backing up.

"Yeah, sure," he said. "Been awhile. You, ah, makin' sure I'm still behaving myself?" He smirked at her, but the effect was a little marred by the way her strangely formal presentation was distracting him.

3

[investigatetime]

Sarah Jane had gotten to know Spike fairly well in these many weeks she had been here, and even though he was rather annoying, blunt, and frustratingly vague at times, she had developed a soft spot for him. But most certainly hadn't expected to be marrying him.

"These rituals are quite strange, huh?" Sarah fumbled at the fabric of her skirt in the doorway to Spike's room. "I mean, I hadn't expected... Well I always had been so busy, you see..." She stumbled over her words, which was very unusual for her.

At least he didn't call her 'old girl'.

[idolstolemylook]

Spike watched her for a moment. He'd been as flustered as she, but really, there was no reason to be.

Because this? Was utter bullshit.

"Don't know what you expected or didn't," he said, "an' it doesn't hardly matter." It was more gentle than the words suggested. "Look, they can say whatever they want about us bein' hitched. But it doesn't hold any more water than..." His mind went blank, having turned over and over this problem of Nysgod ritualistic matrimony. "Than... a thing. With holes in it."

[investigatetime]

"A thing with holes in it?" Sarah drops the skirt and looks at him. Her mouth opens and he's most likely preparing to get an earful from her, when, almost physically, the light bulb blinked on in her head.

"A colander?"

She's confused for a moment, but after pondering it further, she realizes maybe he's right. She absolutely wasn't ready to be married just yet! ...Although if she were to admit it, this was perfect location.

Martha Jones | Doctor Who | OTA but please keep it hetero for smut

[notrosesshadow]