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

[somepartsbroken]

"Lets try together. Two vampires kicking the door at top strength surely will knock it off the hinges." He spoke as he finally popped his shoulder back and took two steps back to wait for her. This would fail epic-ally.

"And I was planning on asking why you always seem so angry when I see you. Is it me? Do I offend?"

[rumchocolatesouffle]

There were few times since arriving he had smiled like this. He was dancing! It was always such a fun pastime and he loved that he was good at it. He was able to add just a little flair with Dorian being as skilled as he was.

[capt_forehead]

Angel scoffs at her dismissively. "Obsession. Please, you flatter yourself. My obsessions are shorter, quieter, and less of a pain in my ass. And that tequila line is crap." He turned his back on her, pulling his own pants on one leg at a time.

"And you can't take advantage of the willing. This is obviously your fault. I went a hundred and fifty years without a wench in my bed, you're not good enough to make me break a streak without a little work." Because they don't talk about Buffy. She was different. But morning headache Angel didn't have any patience to be Mr. Nice guy.

[ka_mai]

"I'm thirty years old and I've been trained since I was six to have an iron fist on my emotions." Which came in damned handy at times like these. He side eyed Kurt. He'd been through this before, and despite the burning surges that were attempting to seize control, he was able to think somewhat clearly.

"Alright, here's the facts, as I've been seized with this on...numerous occasions. It'll keep getting worse till yeh purge it, kennit? And not on your lonesome, as it happens, which was quite an interesting experience let me tell you! But that's how it is, so... you, uh, got someone to lend yeh a hand?"

[madame_de_pompadour]

She beamed up at him, squeezing his hands as she pulled closer. "You wear the mantle of a champion very easily." Reinette couldn't help but tease him, her heart fluttering at the kiss to her hand. "Are there many damsels that you rescue? Princesses in towers? Sleeping beauties? I imagine that I am one of many to such a great and powerful warrior."

[dublinbrogue]

[ He wasn't at all put off by the anger and too the fear he saw he just reached out and put a hand on her cheek.]

Because I love you, I don't care what you are. I love you all, even the monster.

[capt_forehead]

Angel folded his arms. Dorian wasn't an unattractive man, Angel could see the draws of his eyes.. which he noticed was at the same level his were. "You're my height..." Every other conversation, Dorian seemed a little shorter, but maybe it was because this was the first time they were really face to face.

"I'm not saying no," Angel has needs too, "I'm just saying this isn't like yourself." Dubious Angel was dubious. His nature wouldn't let him take advantage of someone if they weren't in their right mind.

[madame_de_pompadour]

She looked over his face, seeing not the scars or the wounds that he bore physically, but the burdens so clearly on his shoulders. He was frightened, that much was clear by his eyes. But there were wounds within his soul. Pain and anger, suffering and need. They were plain and bright, calling to her gentle nature and natural kindness to offer whatever balm she could.

"It is alright." She murmured to him, caressing his cheek gently. It was strange, but all at once, she was protective of him. Nurturing even. To a man that she did not know at all or know the name of. It didn't seem to matter. He needed her and she would shelter him. "Will you not speak to me?"

[rumchocolatesouffle]

Kurt shakes his head. "Blaine... left." Which he wouldn't have admitted normally as his 'person to lend him a hand' but in this case, he didn't have the best filter going on.

He groans as it almost hurt he was dying with desire. "Y- you'd better get out of here if y.." Almost like an out of body experience, he found himself crossing the distance between them. Without hesitating, he grabs Bert and kisses him hard.

[nott_caine]

You're insane. [Her fear still deep inside her, refusing to be shaken off. She was only married twice before and lost herself within those relationships. What if she reverted to how she was? What if she snapped again?] I'm a vampire. I'm going to outlive you. How in the fuck are we to get married?

5 firsts

[ex_steadycourse703]

The first time that Sulu saw the stranger was in passing. She had to stop and do a double take. It was just plain unfair that someone had to go and be that handsome here. The odds were that he wasn't from anything close to her universe. She shook her head and went along without bothering to get his name.

The first time that she ran into him was the library. Literally, ran into, her book fell from her hands and everything. The nervous laugh she used to cover her sudden blush earned more than a few frowns from the other patrons. "Sorry." That time she fled without asking his name on purpose.

The first time she realized that he wasn't going to just go away was in a garden. He was standing there in her favorite spot and Sulu thought about just pushing him into the water fountain, he looked smug. Then again, that could just have been the beard.

[nott_caine]

"Oh whatever!" She said, throwing a pillow at him. "You likely had to beg me to fuck you. And I'll have you know, not that you ever would Mr. Stick up the ass, that tequila can suck out your brain! But you wouldn't know as you never let loose. No wonder you can't imagine how great I was. I likely was the best you've had in awhile. See what happens when you are all repressed and frigid?"

[nott_caine]

She nodded, raising her leg to kick at the door. "Alright, together." Nott said, bracing herself against the back wall, her teeth clenched. She glanced at him with a snort of amusement. "I'm always angry. Haven't you figured that out yet? I'm a bitch. That's old news, Malkie."

[ka_mai]

"Aye, I heard." Kurt hardly needed to explain - Bert had spoken at length with Blaine before the other lad's arrival, his name had come up. "Damned sorry to hear, it, too, he was a fine lad. I liked him."

Then suddenly the younger man was flush against him, mouth to mouth, and Bert's control slipped a notch. He groaned against Kurt's mouth and managed to pull away after a moment, gasping. Oh man Jesus. Well, it was One of Those Things. He wasn't in his right mind, all bets were off.

"...how old did yeh say were again?"

[begin_at_the_end]

Yes, best to draw that wandering hand back. That hand had woken him more than he'd liked and he was glad to have to wander back to its own place.

He grunted in reply--definitely a grunt to the negative in reply to that questioning sound--and hauled himself up towards his pillow. (What it negates? Well, that could be one of many things.)

[begin_at_the_end]

And he was close to asleep for the moment, dreaming lightly of other times and other places or old stories rewritten--all these things seemed true at once. How could they not be true? But though he slept or dozed or dreamed, he held her tightly, and sighed once into her hair.

[waspromisedcake]

"I don't think I have a vase." Chell glanced around her sparsely decorated room. "Could I just set them down somewhere?" Hopefully that was acceptable.

[somepartsbroken]

That and Dorian wasn't slouching which in itself was unusal. He tried to make himself seem smaller so he wouldn't put people off. However this love potion in his blood made him want to show off a bit. "Yes, I am." he spoke in a playful tone stepping forward more.

"No one knows what myself is, not even me. I am a kaleidoscope of people all rolled into one. Right now it all points to you."

[capt_forehead]

"It's nice to have someone else up here with me." Angel kept a casual tone as his arms drop to his sides, allowing Dorian to be as close as he would. He still wasn't convinced. His eyes narrow slightly. Stepping forward to close the slight distance between them, Angel claps a hand around the back of Dorian's neck and crushed their mouths together for a kiss. After a minute, Angel let go, instantly stepping back to where he was to watch the reaction on the other man's face.

[somepartsbroken]

"On the count of three." Dorian spoke turning so he could get a better kick in.

"I highly doubt you are always a bitch, that is like saying I am always cracked. I have moments of clarity. And if bitch you be, I care not. I simply have no one else from back home. Diana is a fine woman, yes but she is not someone I think I could allow myself to befriend as a peice of home." he admitted before taking a breath.

"Alright," Then he counted to three and kicked as hard as he could, it was like kicking a brick wall so quickly "FUCK" flew from his mouth. He rarely popped that word out.

[nott_caine]

"DAMMIT," she gave a shout, having attempted her potence as well. Still, the door would not budge. "Something inside you looks at me and assumes I will make a friend? Your radar must be off. I am the last thing that you would consider a friend. I'm mean and cranky. No one likes me."

[ka_mai]

Well damn then.

Bert's hand was gone in a moment, then. He tried desperately to recall the night before but found it naught but a vague blur. Was...was Cordelia about somewhere? That didn't make terrible much sense either, but more sense than to think he and Roland had been alone in this bed.

Because that was an impossibility. Even when lust madness had held everyone in its grips that week, he'd managed to avoid ending up here. It was one bed he had no desire ever to share in more than the most platonic and fraternal sense. He could only hope that Roland could shed some light on their very strange circumstances.

He flopped over onto his back, eyes opening blearily to stare at the ceiling.

"...don't suppose you remember last night?"

[capt_forehead]

The pillow hit Angel in the center of his back and he turned enough to look darkly over his shoulder. He turned to face her and strode forward with the grace of a feline. Angel stepped into her reach, one arm wrapping around her waist and drawing her against him harshly, the other hand slipping up to fist in her hair as he jacks her head back a little. His mouth goes to her ear as he growls out his words. "I don't beg for a good fuck, I get begged. I drink, I fight and I fuck very well." He licked the side of her neck with just the tip of his tongue. "I've been doing it for a very long time."

He let her go just as harshly, heading broodily back to the clothes pile in hopes of running across his shirt.

[dublinbrogue]

I am, but I'm crazy for you.

[ He had to slip that cheap line in. Smiling he leaned in close.] Don't worry about tomorrow. Worry about today Petal, I'm already dead who says I can die again?

Just, give it some thought, I'd make me a happy man to have ya as me wife.

[capt_forehead]

He shook his head, that same sweet and sultry curl on his lips. "Not usually, no and even if I had a roster of princesses and sleeping beauties," a bent knuckle caresses the underside of her chin gently, "Their beauty pales in comparison to the great Madame de Pompadour." Angel could be sweet and romantic, could spin words if he was so inclined and Reinette always called to the older side of him. There were times he had to fight not slipping back into ingrained practices.