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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His lips curled slightly before he kissed her, gently drawing her against him, wet skirts and all. He lingered sweetly on her lips before pulling back, smiling down at her.

"You're beautiful and a welcome reminder of a man I haven't been for a long time."

"I admire the man you are," Reinette said to him, gazing up into his eyes. "If he is someone from the past or was someone before you became a vampire, was he ever really lost? I imagine he was simply waiting for the chance to appear once more."

"I think.. I think that I wouldn't be the man I am today without everything that I've learned from my past. I wasn't a good man when I was human." But he knows that he can sometimes be a good man now and her favor helps bolster the image. He doesn't think about it, but leans down and kisses her again more fully and perhaps a little less chaste.

She parted her lips, allowing the kiss to become deeper and more passionate. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her body pressed more fully against his body. Her heart beating more rapidly in her chest, quite evident to a vampire with heightened senses. Her hands reached up slowly, stroking the hair at the base of his neck.

Angel had always like and appreciated the feel of a woman in a corset, or the way those skirts looked when pushed up. He felt her heart race and he drug his palms up her back, lifting her into him as his tongue ran across the inside of her lips, tasting her. He couldn't remember what was appropriate anymore, the gentleman falling to the more human animal.

Etiquette and manners were long since left behind. She chose boldness and desire, preferring the feel of him and the intensity of his kisses. Taking his hand, she encouraged him to place it against her breast. Her free fingers running up the length of his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt.

His hand squeezed firmly, though in her corset there had to be a little force. Angel broke their kiss, moving his mouth down her jaw, towards her ear to whisper, "If we were in a proper room, I'd ask you to come to bed with me." His kisses continue down her neck as his arm keeps her firmly against him. She lit a fire in his slacks that hadn't been lit since their style and class left the realms of current 'normality'.

"Why must there be a room?" She gasped for air, though the heat in her belly and loins was only growing. "We have time enough for beds. But I have no patience at this time and I desire you completely." She said to him, her fingers running through his hair.

Angel swept her up, one forearm supporting the back of her and her skirts. His other hand went to her back in search of the laces that would loosen the top of her gown. If she doesn't care then neither does he. It's only a few steps back before they're almost on a pile of hay.

"How much do you care about this dress?"

She gave a small gasp, her heart hammering further. Her hands diving under his shirt, feeling and caressing the skin underneath. "It is silk, the rain has already ruined it." she told him, seizing his lips once more. "I do not care about the gown, only having you."

He couldn't have been happier with her answer, fingers already tearing at the back of her gown. Angel kneels down with Reinette in his arms until he can safely lay her out over the hay, hungry mouth already moving over her neck and now bared shoulder. One of his hands push up under her skirts, eager to lay hands on more of her flesh. He hoped she knew that it would only take one word from her lips to stop him in his tracks. He didn't think she'd be saying it.

She gasped, pulling away her torn bodice, flinging it to the side as he pushed skirts up. Reinette laughed, surprised at their audacity and boldness. She pulled at his shirt, tearing it open to behold the muscular torso that she had felt against her a moment before. Her lips finding his again, encouraging him to kiss her again and again.

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He grinned at her laugh, unfastening his belt and pants before shrugging off his shirt. As she drew him back for another hungry kiss he balanced his weight over her, his free hand running around to her back. Sticking his fingers in the tight laces of her corset, Angel pops the first stitch with the turn of his hand.

Breaking the kiss, he waggled his eyebrow at her, wondering if she's surprised at his corset popping skills. It doesn't take him long to get the corset off and it was tossed away. "I really miss these dresses, ya know?" It was like unwrapping a gift.

Her eyes widened at his skill, laughing in surprise. "I see that you have the skill of a chevalier, a Lothario." Reinette whispered to him, raising her skirts higher. "It takes a great deal of magic in your hands to do that."

She paused, looking up in his eyes with a small hesitation. "I do not often do this...bed many men. I have only known those I love, save for my husband."

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