outofshadows | 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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"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.

"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."

"Yeah, well. That's what they said about my wife too, and I loved her completely. I do not care what you think you are. We are two of the same breed and who else can we trust? Diana excluded." He spoke back a bit of the aggravation at the situation getting to him as he rolled his eyes and flopped back to sit against the back of the little room. He didn't know Diana and Nott are sisters. "This bloody room was a garden last time I opened the door just so you know."

She leaned back against the wall, kicking lamely at the door. "Trust is something earned, not given because of clan. Last vamp I decided to trust ended up dead. Best not wishing for something that might end up badly for you." She gave a snort, finally giving up and going to her pocket. She pulled out a flask of tequila, specially saved for frustrating moments. "This temple has a sick sense of humor."

"No offence, Nott. Everyone we know dies, unless by some chance you've had a better run of luck then I have." He spoke. He did have that bad luck everyone he knew died somehow he had shut himself down nearly twenty years after his last mortal friend had been shot to death beside him. Then he went to Phoenix and ended up here...

"Everything ends bad for me, I'm used to that." He spoke with a shrug, he looked up her drinking from the flask and rolled his eyes. "this is one of those moments I'd nearly kill for a cigarette." and he doesn't really smoke, not unless he is stressed.

She was more open to sharing stuff with other vamps. Life in Phoenix changed that, Marlow changed that. Hell, Milton changed that first, but that was something that was....slightly more expected. His damn poetic nature was natural prey for Eve. But he had a point, the three of them were all each other had. A lasting reminder of their world.

She pulled the pack from her back pocket, extending it to him. "Smoke 'em if you got 'em."

"Isn't that from a Will Smith movie?" he asked as he took the pack and offered her a bit more of a relaxed look placing it between his lips. "Got a lighter? I don't smoke enough to justify carrying one."

Dorian had never been the most open of vamps. His maker had scarred him a bit of that. It was only since the 1940's that he really opened himself to anyone and that was a set of mortals. Both who died before the age of 50.

"Nope, common saying." She struck a match, offering it to him. "Might as well smoke them all. Not like we need air in here or anything." She snorted, lighting one for herself as well. "Why does it matter so much if we're friends? Diana is Miss Sociable. She's friends with everyone. She's always been the better candidate for these things."

"I hear their bad for you." He chuckled a bit at the idea. Being dead and all. " I hate the way they make my clothes smell but they are quite nice to have now and then." He admitted as he lit it and took a drag off the cigarette. "The first time she saw me, when I was still hiding more then I am now she looked ready to jump out a window. Now that she is back, she's been warned about me. Which tells me to keep away. Besides I have learned in my years it's wiser to befriend those stronger. Even here I am learning that. Besides, aside from your lover who else do you have? Yes I have done a bit of research I admit." He confessed before returning the cigarette to his lips.

She gave him an annoyed expression, "I don't need many people." She huffed out a puff of smoke. "You act like I need friends, I don't. I have survived centuries without anyone except my sister. Friends eventually betray you and cause trouble Maybe you haven't learned that lesson yet. You will."

Nott shook her head, "Last friend I had was great. We went tearing through the world, kicking the ass of hunters and other enemies. We were together for over 30 years. Then, he turns against me. Joins up with my enemy, my daughter hunter. Some friend, right?"

"A moment of selfishness here, I didn't say you did. I said these are my thoughts. I generally like to be a social creature and this place is showing me as much as home did that humans are not exactly pliable for the job. They break both physically and mentally with far too much ease." He took a draw off the cigarette in his hand before he rolled his eyes and looked at her. "What kind of kindred would I be if I had not learned that? Having a gun put to your head by a woman you thought felt the same way as you did is kind of a realization that friends are not wise. However insanity is often marked as repeating the same mistakes expecting different results... and that is pretty much what I do."

He was still sore about that, he had loved Maria and for nearly a century he thought she loved him too. One hot night in Georgia changed it all. He had to move to the other side of the country and start all over just because he stupidly opened himself up, to his sires best friend...who convinced him to kill his sire no less.

"...That's fucked up." He spoke giving her a look. "Tell me you killed him."

She took a long drag on her cigarette. "Not exactly." Nott said with low growl in her voice. "That was the plan at least. But my daughter proved a slippery creature and they travel everywhere together. It's not easy to stake him or kill her without the other protecting each other." She told him. "So who held the gun to your head?"

"Did you daughter become a hunter when you were embraced?" The idea didn't seem that crazy to him. He was listening though. "Well hopefully you get him sooner or later he sounds like he deserves it." Dorian is thinking this man slept with both mother and daughter. "What you need is someone at your back to distract the other. This is the advice Matt would give, he's my oldest friend. He's been there since the night I was turned, The wisest vampire I know." He'll leave out that Matt was a Brujah. "A lasombra named Maria. We had a lot of history but the long and short of it those thats he invited to live in my house decided I was a danger to their way, so. They chased me out of my own home and told me if I came back I was a dead.. er, deader man."

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