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

Angel | Angel the Series | OTA

[capt_forehead]

LOVE SPELL DEAL WITH IT! I WANT SOME CRACK IN THIS BITCH

[somepartsbroken]

Dorian had a creepy grin across his features as he moved to sit a LITTLE too close to Angel, his green eyes taking in the sight of that ohh to handsome vampire. God knows what was put in his blood but it had taken a hold on him and he was looking Angel over like he was the greatest piece of art.

"Hiii."

[capt_forehead]

Angel had been reading when Dorian entered the room and was given a look acknowledgement before turning back to his book. When Dorian sits down, Angel slowly looks over at him, one eyebrow arching at the greeting.

"What are you doing, Dorian?" Straight to the point today. He was used to getting hit on now and then, but men were usually not this... forward with themselves. He also figured Dorian didn't swing that way, but he's been wrong before.

[somepartsbroken]

Generally, Dorian does not. He had a performance for the lovely squishy parts of a woman when he even felt like such things. This was all chemical. He grinned as pretty as he could at Angel.

"I've come to keep you company, you seem so lonely." a hand laid on Angel's shoulder with a moment given before he leans in closer. "You are much too perfect a specimen to be so lonely."

[capt_forehead]

The book shut with a resounding noise at Dorian's first statement and Angel was on his feet the with the next. There was a very confused look on his face and he stared at Dorian like he was crazy. Which he is, but still.

"Are you feeling ok?"

[somepartsbroken]

When Angel got up Dorian slipped off the chair and hit teh ground. Rolling in a smooth move to slip up to his feet and grin like the chestier cat. His hands behind his back as he leaned closer.

"Better then ever, and is that silk Armani? It looks smashing on you."

[capt_forehead]

Angel's eyebrows rose again, impressed by his move. It still didn't stop Angel from leaning back slightly, though his feet stayed planted.

"Uh, thanks. I prefer Armani, generally speaking. So what is this again?" He needed some explaining done.

6

[nott_caine]

Nott rolled to her side, her head still banging from the hangover that usually greeted her each morning. The warm body at her side was another familiar sight. Usually Doyle was beside her or reading in bed, somehow a presence in her mornings. But as her eyes opened more slowly, she became increasingly aware that this figure was more muscular and larger than she expected.

Jolting up, she stared down at Angel's form, naked in bed. "Oh for fuck's sake!" She slapped her head.

[capt_forehead]

Drinking to excess wasn't usually his thing, but for some reason Angel had really let loose the night before. Blacked out before eight pm, which said something for the amount he imbibed. Nott's jolt woke him slightly and he half rolled over. His eyes were barely even open, voice groggy and rough with sleep.

"Wha? Where's the fire?" Does he have to get up? The bed is comfortable and he's still sleepy.

[nott_caine]

She gave him a kick, attempting to push him out of bed. Her present naked state not lost on her or the pile of clothes on the floor. Whatever she drank last night was so not worth it. "Fang boy!" She said a bit louder, her head pounding. "Get up! Seems we got something to discuss. Great, domestics."

[capt_forehead]

Angel grunted as she kicked him, his lower half shifting with her force, the sheet pulling away to almost uncover him. He slaps her leg away and sits up, rubbing his face in his hands. Suddenly Angel freezes, head coming up and whipping around to look at her sharply. Oh fuck was right. He buries his face in his hands again with a groan.

"Oh god. Doyle's gunna hate me."

[nott_caine]

"Yeah," she said, not bothering to comfort him as she moved to grab her clothes. "Wanna explain how this happened?!" Nott asked him, still not bothering to avert her eyes. They were way beyond that by now. "I know it was my usual night of tequila. But somehow, somewhere, you put your creepy moves on me and somehow convinced me this was a good idea."

[capt_forehead]

"Creepy?!" Angel stood up, uncaring about his own nudity and one hand rushing to his head as he catches himself on the wall.

"I'll have you know that there are many people who think I'm very charming and sexy. Maybe if you didn't fuck Doyle into the ground, I wouldn't have to come and get you off properly." He was grouchy. Angel made his way over to the clothes pile, digging through until he found his boxers.

"What's your excuse?"

7. Caught in the Rain

[madame_de_pompadour]

She reached out tentatively, allowing her hand to become sprinkled with the gentle and cool water. The night air was chilly, her breath visible against the dark sky. Reinette regarded her companion beside her, somewhat better in terms of appearance than she was. Her large gown had become heavy from the rain, her hair flattened and stringy. Certainly not a romantic woman to behold, but rather, a fish out of water, so to speak.

Reinette gave a small chuckle, "Rather fortunate that we run into each other."

[capt_forehead]

Angel smiled down at her and thought her beautiful, rain soaked and all. It made her seem more.. human, not that she wasn't anything but that before hand. Angel's hair dripped on his shoulders, one hand brushing through to try and slick some of the water away.

"Yeah, it is. I'd offer you an umbrella or my coat but.." He spread his arms out, showing the wet silk shirt that clung to his skin and his lack of anything to help her.

"It's a good rain though, don't you think?"

[madame_de_pompadour]

"I am not certain it would do much good," she laughed, grinning up at him. He was handsome under the moonlight. Very much like a dark god from one of the fables. Hades, perhaps, come to snatch away Persephone into the night. His smile only further animated his features, something he needed more often. He was charming and pleasant, everything she enjoyed being around. "I am already soaked."

She nodded, reaching out to touch the rain once more. "I have always loved the rain. It's so soothing and calm. I suppose...it is like you."

[capt_forehead]

Angel always loved pleasing a lady and her laughter was his reward, urging his smile a little brighter.

"It would keep some of the chill off. My coat would, anyway." He slipped his hands into his pockets and looked out at the downpour, dark eyes drawn back to her as he's compared.

"You really think so?"

[madame_de_pompadour]

"I know that you believe yourself to be wicked and dark, but I do not see that with you." She told him gently, moving a bit closer for warmth. "You have such a soothing presence, whenever you are around." Reinette smiled, offering her hand for him to take. "I find myself moving more and more towards you. I think...sometimes...in all of this madness, you are the only bit of sanity I have."

[capt_forehead]

She'd get no warmth from him, but she was welcome to try. "Even still, I didn't think soothing or calm would be applied to me in any capacity." Angel takes her hand, lacing their fingers together and smiling at her.

"I'm glad I can help in someway." Impulsively, he bends and kisses the back of her hand. "Whatever solid ground I can provide, you just let me know. Part of the whole champion job too," he teased lightly.

3

[idolstolemylook]

"I don't bloody believe this," Spike muttered, standing next to Angel looking sullen and even shorter than usual. "Can someone please tell me for the love of fuck why any culture would see nicking your cig, calling you a poofter and then getting falling-down drunk a proposition of marriage?"

[capt_forehead]

Angel was just as unhappy about it. What had started as an alright night had ended with him and Spike at the wedding alter. Not a Saturday night he expected. At least the ceremony was over, even if it had only ended all of five minutes ago.

Angel grumbled back,"I don't know, but it's a mistake I hope we both avoid in the future. Can't believe they made us get hitched."

[idolstolemylook]

Spike glared at him. "There is no future," he said heatedly. "There's just... you. Not exactly a promising prospect." Bad enough they'd been kidnapped to marry their prince. "You know, this is a thousand times worse than marrying Tristan."

[capt_forehead]

Angel looked over at him incredulously. "Glad to know that marrying me is a fate worse then dust, Spike and it's not like it's binding anywhere else. I'm not exactly Mary Sunshine here either. You're not my first choice for this."

[idolstolemylook]

"Better the devil you don't know," Spike groused. "I've already dealt with you. If I'm going to be tortured, I like some variety, thanks."

[capt_forehead]

Angel could only give him a look. "It's not like this means anything anyway. I could never control what you did, why would now be any different?"