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outofshadows2013-08-28 12:55 pm
somepartsbroken) wrote in outofshadows2013-08-28 12:55 pm
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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!
[ I totally stole the source code off the old one, so ALLLLLL credit goes to the mods.]
Bonnie McCullough | The Vampire Diaries (books) | OTA
7 - who's a daddy?
On the other hand, he wasn't without his reasons. A human/Time Lord hybrid is all but unheard of in the history of... well, everything. It's going to be a struggle getting him to refrain from too much testing once they all settle down as a family.
But that's for later. As in, sometime after this moment. As in, when all the tension has passed and yes, the baby is healthy and yes, she's a girl, the last thing on his mind is biology.
Unless it's Bonnie's. The staff is taking the child away to clean it, wrap it in a blanket, all that standard hospital stuff. The Doctor lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and gives Bonnie's hand one more squeeze (her own grip was like a vice earlier, but he's hearty, he can take it). His other hand rests on her head, his thumb brushing across her brow. She's all right, isn't she?]
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She may be tiny and pale and tend to seem about as solid as cotton candy in a breeze, but she's also gone through plenty of situations worse than that. For one thing, she knew that was coming. For another, she got something beautiful out of it, and most of the time, in her experience, something beautiful doesn't come out situations with blood and screaming and torn flesh.
Bonnie's been keeping her eyes closed for awhile, tried body suddenly exhausted--but her mind isn't, and she's never been good at sitting still for all that long.]
Anyone who says you forget about that pain when it's over is crazy. I bet a man started that rumor. [And she peers one eye open.]
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[Lord, though, he's relieved. If she's well enough to make verbal jabs, she's going to be fine.]
Be a minute before they bring her back. You can rest now.
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[She makes a move like she might try to raise herself up--and that is very promptly realized to be a terrible, painful plan, and so she lies back against the pillows again instead.]
She's been alive for all of a few minutes. Shouldn't you be hooking up some kind of, I don't know, wires and things to her? Testing to see if she's radioactive or something? [Despite the teasing, she does look tired. Maybe a bit paler than usual, too. Nothing that isn't the normal for a woman who just gave birth, though.
Bonnie turns her hand over on the bed, palm up, fingers extending toward him.]
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I'm so proud of you, Bonster. You did so well.
[He leans in and plants a kiss on her forehead, pulls back with a mutter:]
--also, everyone's radioactive. What really matters is her level of radionuclides.
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Ooooh, no. No laughing yet. Don't make me laugh.
[Because there are more important questions for now.]
Is she okay? Did you see her? The right number of fingers and toes and eyes and everything? I mean, it doesn't matter. I'll love her even if she's a little mutant cyclops, but...
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They're bringing her back, anyway. All wrapped up in a blanket. He wants to hold her, so badly, but -- he steps back while they move to help Bonnie sit up, prop her up with pillows -- Mum gets first dibs.
He would've let her pick the name. There are so many he could've used, but there's no sense in using their child to memorialize someone he knew -- and probably lost -- a long time ago. She's someone new. She ought to have her own name.]
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[This, Bonnie declares after a moment of considering the newborn, after she's been adjusted and presented with the swaddled child.
Sure enough, all the right amount of the right parts, and baldish as she may be, Bonnie's pretty sure those wisps of hair look red.]
I don't care if every parent says it, they're all wrong. She's the most perfect baby in the history of everything ever. [And yes, she is already looking terribly proud of this as she lightly touches the infant nose. The baby sleeps right on, and who can blame her? She's had a lot of excitement.]
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[He approaches again as soon as the staff drifts away, and absolutely beams as he points to her head.]
And ginger! Good old ancient Druids. Well done, genetics.
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[And knowing the Doctor and his methods, Bonnie has no doubt that the child will have many, may occasions in her life to get lost.
She'll hand her over soon, just--in a minute. She's still busy marveling.]
We made her. How's that possible?
[And before he can launch into a scientific explanation, she quickly clarifies:] I mean, I know how it's possible but just all of a sudden there's someone right here that didn't exist an hour ago. And there's all that love and hate and anger and sadness that she's going to experience and she hasn't gotten to any of it yet. She's just brand new. A clean slate, you know?