The Happy Ending Meme (or) The Person I Need Meme

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The Happy Ending Meme -or- The Person I Need Meme

Boy, the characters we love sure go through a lot, don't they? Epic battles, crapsack worlds, evil villains...or maybe they are the evil villains, no judgement here...or the terrible dreck of mundane living. It's rough out there. And don't even get me started on romantic relationships! It's dead love interests and forever alones all around if it's not will-they-won't-they shenanigans. Now, it's time to kill those two birds with one stone. Yes, that's right. Your characters will be getting the happy ending that they deserve (or don't, whichever), with the person they need to make them happy. Or as happy as they can be. The catch? Well, what you want isn't always what you need. Maybe your character's idea of their happy ending, I.E. being surrounded by the corpses of their dead enemies, isn't exactly the most healthy of things. Instead, what they'll be getting is what will lead them into being a more stable person in the long run. But who knows? If your character's ideal is domestic bliss, that may be what they get...if's that what they need. The same thing applies to the person they've come together with, somehow, the person who will share their happy ending with. Your character's mouth may say their dream girl is "buxom stripper who will follow my every whim," but what they REALLY need to ground them is a nice girl who won't put up with their crap, or someone kind but plain - You get the picture. Sometimes, the last thing you want comes in first; sometimes, the first thing you want never comes. But that doesn't mean your ending can't be happy. HOW TO PLAY Comment with your character and your preferences (m/m, m/f, f/f, etc). You may also want to mention if smut is cool with you or not. BE SURE IN YOUR COMMENT to include what your character needs, describing the kind of person, etc, so people who are not canon-familiar or those who aren't sure what you'd like will know. Blank comments won't be deleted, but they're not encouraged. Play fluff - or whatever passes for fluff. Contentment, maybe? Comfort?

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Oerba Yun Fang | Final Fantasy XIII Compilation | F/F

[raindownthesky]

[Generally speaking, Fang needs someone who can keep up with her mentally, and physically. Someone who's lived the active life, and even has experience in fighting is preferred. She's not opposed to taking care of someone, however, but it wouldn't last very long, to be honest.]

Mink | DRAMAtical Murder | ota

[awaitsdeath]

Lightning Farron | FFXIII | Open

[strikeoflightning]

Modern au?

[raindownthesky]

Yes please!

[strikeoflightning]

[raindownthesky]

[ooc: What kind of scenario do we want? Got any you're itching to try?]

[strikeoflightning]

{ooc: Living together or near one another, one of them gets sick, the other one has to nurse them back to health?}

[raindownthesky]

[ooc: /cracks knuckles]
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[She didn't get sick. There was no way in hell she could. She was too active; too healthy. So why the hell was she stuck at home with a cold? This was the most ridiculous situation, and on top of it, impossible. At least that's what she wanted to convince herself of.

She'd had to call off work. She'd had to give up her weekend shifts. In fact, her boss insisted she not come back in until she was good and ready, and that meant staying home for the remainder of the week until she was better. She was almost tempted to force herself to go, despite the weakness and the coughing. Then again, she wouldn't be much use as a Bouncer in the state she was in.

Sighing, she opted to hole herself up on the couch, grumbling as she flipped through the tv, curled up in the comfiest outfit she could find in her wardrobe. This was going to be a fun next couple of days.]

[strikeoflightning]

{Her conscience - and the fact that they both live such active lives - won't let her leave Fang alone while she's sick. They get very little alone time together and, well, she's not afraid of a little cold. Thus Fang will be approached by Lightning in her comfiest outfit (sans robe) the moment she relaxes on the couch.}

Is the tv really more interesting?

[raindownthesky]

Hey, I'm "sick." [She held up quotations with her fingers. Sarcasm evident in her voice.]

Gotta save my strength and get better-blah blahblah blahblah. [She sighed, leaning into the couch more as she pouted.]

I hate being sick...

[strikeoflightning]

{She arches a brow and tosses herself down on the couch beside Fang.}

Oh shut up. {Fang will soon be graced with a Lightning shaped blanket as the other woman curls around her.}

You need to rest. I don't care what other plans you made.

[raindownthesky]

[She would honestly protest, not wanting to get the other woman sick, but she just couldn't bring herself to give up that comforting closeness. The level to how close they'd become was astounding, considering they started off utterly clashing heads. Funny how things work.]

I know, but it's just weird laying around and doing nothing all day. I'm so used to bustin' my ass day and night to make ends meet...

[strikeoflightning]

{Sometimes she's certain she's dreaming. There's no way she can just curl up with Fang on the couch like this. But, no, she can, and the funny thing is: it feels as natural as breathing. She had never believed in soul-mates or other halves, yet Fang makes her question it.}

Let me worry about that. {She gives the woman a decisive glare.} Let someone take care of you.

[raindownthesky]

Geez, fine.

[Defeatedly, she wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. Soul mates. Was that even the term for them? Whatever it was, she was happy with it. They were close. They had each other's backs. Thick and thin, and all that other stuff too. She couldn't count how many times she had to beat someone's ass over a particularly questionable date with the woman, but that was also due to instinct. Protectiveness was in her blood, and it didn't help that she'd been working as a Bouncer for several years since moving into town. It was second nature to just want to be at her every beck and call.]

So what did you have in mind, since tv seems to be so offensive?

[strikeoflightning]

{Lightning relaxes and checks Fang's temperature by kissing her forehead.}

I got us a movie instead. {It'll be something they can both enjoy - and, no, it's not a chick flick. Could you imagine Light watching a chick flick? She'd destroy the tv.}

And if you fall asleep during it, that's okay. {The movie is already in the player, so all Lightning has to do is commandeer the remote.}

[raindownthesky]

[She hummed softly, waiting until she was situated again before stretching her legs out on either side of her, wrapping her arms around her waist to pull her close again. She initiated the snugglefest, so she should have expected Fang to continue it. If there's one thing she did best, it was friggen cuddle.]

Please tell me it's an action or a horror, because I swear the last time we got a movie I wanted to just jump off the roof... [She knew exactly how Lightning felt about chick flicks. Trust me.]

[strikeoflightning]

{She won't be hearing any complaints from Lightning. When she initiates something, she doesn't back down. Particularly if it involves Fang, comfortable clothes, a movie and snuggling. She might just be in her favorite position at the moment.}

It's a little bit of both. {The comment brings a smile to her face and she leans her head back to give Fang a soft kiss.}

If the movie makes you feel that way, I'll jump with you.

[raindownthesky]

[The kiss earned a soft smile, and she lifted her hand to tuck some hair behind her ear. Scooting down a bit more, she made sure they were well settled before looking back to the tv screen. She would trry not to dialogue the movie this time, promise.]

[strikeoflightning]

{Lightning rests her cheek against Fang's shoulder, one hand laying over Fang's abdomen. Her thumb moves in gentle circles while she focuses on the screen. It's okay. She can dialogue all she wants. You can bet Lightning will be making some comments if action sequences make no sense.}

[raindownthesky]

[Aside from feeling generally weak, and a little groggy, she hadn't had too much trouble with the cold so far. She did have some disorientation from being stuffed up, but it hadn't been as bad as that morning. Her voice was still hoarse from coughing. Nothing that would go away in time.

She blinked lazily, raising a brow at a scene in the movie.]

Sure you wanna go down the creepy staircase, dude? Are you absolutely sure that's what you wanna do with your life?

Malcolm Meryln l Arrow l OTA

[welldressedevil]

[Malcolm needs someone who can share his grief and show him a better way to channel his anger. Someone who wants a boyfriend who is good with a bow and a BAMF wouldn't go amiss either.]

loki ( mcu )

[treachery]

[beworthy]

[ How strange it is to see Loki upon their father's throne. Though Thor had come to see, in the end, how it might suit the younger brother better than the elder, how Loki's cunning and statescraft and indeed, even his streak of cruelty might better serve him as ruler than a warrior's heavy hand, still it was strange to see him upon the throne, still it puzzled Thor to return to Asgard and find his brother king and all well, all as well as it might be, the realms in peace, their most mighty warrior guided where he must go by a careful, knowing hand until at last the hand upon the rein brought him back home. Had he not thought to find his father here? Yet Odin is gone, and when Thor tries to remember where he has gone to his mind slips from the thought. When he thinks to go forth from the citadel and ask Heimdall how all goes with Midgard, his attention turns to another task. Yet Loki--

Loki lives. Loki rules, rightful king, and Thor serves at his hand, protector of the realms, all as he desired, and the joy so great in his heart as to blind him. And in such joy he blinds other; in such joy he is magnificent, made golden and shining with love and infectious pleasure, so that all who enter into his company bask in it as in the light of a daystar. Even Loki's reluctant lips are often tugged into faint smiles, which Thor answers with beaming goodwill.

They breakfast together of a morning, Thor and his king, upon a wide balcony that overlooks the splendor of the city, their horns and trenchers overflowing with plenty. ] I fear I grow soft in these latter-days. There has been so little of battle and bloodshed, across the realms. [ Yet he can hardly bring himself to regret it. Thor drinks deeply of a honey-sweet wine, contentment a warmth and sweet weight within him. ] Have you any task for me, Loki-king?

[treachery]

[ Loki-king, Thor calls him, even when they are comfortable in their solitude. Loki has spent his life crafting lie after lie, folding each falsehood into the next until he managed to construct a staircase unto itself. And so he climbed out of the gloom that surrounded his birth, reaching further than even his golden ideal of a brother had managed. The silvertongue, now king and lord and benefactor of all things great and small.

And yet —

Loki-king.

The spell had not gone awry. He knows this. But there are always sacrifices to be made for the greater good, and this is one of them: the camaraderie that once ran bright as a sunlit river between the wayward sons of Odin. It burns still, but it is a flicker of candlelight rather than the roaring hearth that it had once been. This is not the Thor who would snatch fistfuls of Loki's cloak in order to drag him upon another hunt. This is not the Thor who had slammed him against a pillar, the callouses of his palm rough against Loki's mouth. ]

Mother's lilac garden requires weeding.

[ says Loki, the sly cut of his gaze belying his amusement. He shreds a morsel of bread between finger and thumb, scattering the crumbs across his plate. Idle hands, but never an idle mind. ]

Can I entrust you with a task of such import?

[beworthy]

[ Thor knows himself now the vassal to Loki's kingship, just the sort of might and authority a sovereign requires in the carrying out of duty and law. They have made order together, he and his brother, Sif, the Warriors Three, the armies of Asgard, they have quieted all the realms and brought them into rule and harmony, and if he feels himself set apart from Loki now as brother, he thinks it only the natural order of the estrangedness of a king. Did not Odin, from time to time, gaze down from the throne with the eyes of a stranger, judge his sons with the heart of a lord?

Though the gleam of mischief in Loki's eyes is familiar, and the laughter that rises in his own chest. ] Come, Loki, that does not serve. Put some pageboy to the task; Mother would-- [ But there the laughter fades, and though his lips curve the smile is tinged with sadness. ] Well, perhaps Mother would be pleased to have me see to it. Have you visited her garden of late?