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.]

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She hadn't in any way intended on following him into the room. It was just from behind he'd looked very familiar with his dark hair and broad shoulders - almost like Tibbett - and she'd wondered if the Grasp had been kind enough to bring him here to her. What the witch hadn't been expecting was for the door to snap shut so viciously behind her as to propel her forward and cause her to bump into his back.

Oh Lurline! How rude. Upon spotting the bed Glinda wondered if she'd accidentally followed him into his bedroom and swiftly enough her cheeks have gone bright red with the embarrassment of it all. But gosh, how very peculiarly warm it was inside his room, peculiarly warm. "I am so terribly sorry. I didn't mean to intrude! I mistook you for another!" She proclaimed as an apology, immediately turning to try and pull the door open. The door that was not cooperating.

Hook didn't know his runes, so each room was still a mystery to him even if it had a rune carved into the wood. He entered and looked around, thinking that looked like a perfect bed to have a romp in. Now he just had to find a lady to oblige him.

The bump to his back caused him to turn around, slightly alarmed he'd been snuck up on. At least the woman seemed harmless and not to be a master assassin sent here to end him.

When she tugged at the door, he went from alarmed to amused in an instant. Maybe this was a wishing room where dreams came true.

"There is no need for apology, my lady. But would you not care to stay awhile?"

"I--"

'I really don't think it appropriate for an unescorted woman to be in a room by herself with a man' was what she had intended on saying. Somehow the words died in her throat what she got a good look at his face. It was a shockingly good looking face. Handsome even. There were so very many handsome men here, the Prince included. Glinda mostly contented herself with looking and on very rare occasion flirting.

The witch could feel her cheeks heating and face flushing. Lurline she hadn't felt like that since the incident on the roof that would never be spoken of again. "Glinda." Was what she said instead. "Glinda Arduenna Upland. Good Witch of the North. Who are you?" She asked, letting go of the door handle entirely and looking up at him through dark lashes. All of her schoolgirl coquettish, flirting and flouncing hadn't quite disappeared yet.

"Killian Jones," he answered, bowing with a flourish. "Captain of the Jolly Roger." As he straightened, he couldn't help but grin at the flush her face had taken on. He would have just chalked it up to his devilish good looks and extraordinary charm, but he felt something else was at work here, because he found himself thinking she would look absolutely stunning lying under him on that bed.

Glinda's hand found it's place over her diaphragm as she subconsciously tried to sooth the sensation of the material tightening as she tried to take in a deeper breath. Why in Oz was her corset pinching so? "I-I wasn't aware that we had any Captains here." She replied in an attempt of being polite. In the back of her head she could practically hear her Ama tutting at her for associating with sailors. Oz was a landlocked nation after all and any kind of sailor was rare. They hardly had a good reputation or a frightfully proper one.

The Witch swallowed, finding herself wishing that she had her silk fan, her face was feeling much too hot. Clearly she was overheating from the lack of air in the room or perhaps it was simply from having laced herself a little too tightly that morning. It could do frightful things if you couldn't breath properly, like give you frightfully improper thoughts and ideas about the misuse of magic to tear certain people's clothes off.

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