The "No Reason, I Just Wanna SHIP With You" Meme for Character Admiration, Missed Opportunities, etc

[wheesockies]

You know the moment. You see a character on a meme and you really, really want to tag them. It's not the meme's premise that's so alluring, it's the options to pick from in the comments! But for whatever reason, you either don't see that perfect character, they're on a different meme, you come too late, real life happens, or, if you do start a thread, it never goes anywhere. This meme is for all those times you've wanted to tag, but didn't, meant to tag, but forgot, or just otherwise didn't do what you wanted to.

Here is your chance for tagging because you can and you want to. No rhyme, no reason, just smut SHIPS. Have an idea in mind? Good! Don't? That's fine, too! Want to put yourself out there to anyone and everyone and see what you get? Who knows? Maybe someone's been wanting to play with you for a while! For this meme, the more random, the better. Go forth and tag every character you've ever wanted without fear, no matter how crazy the pairing --- or the scenario. This is your post, ship RPer. Use it wisely.

x Comment with your character and preferences. People who want to tag your character and play with them in whatever capacity will tag you! If you're feeling particularly bold, you might even want to list characters you've always wanted to play against (ie, "I'd really like to smut with Dean Winchester or Goku").
x In turn, you tag others you've always wanted to tag. If you want to, you two can talk out ideas. If not, just start a thread! Or, if you've threaded before, maybe you can continue it here!
x Play nice and respect others.

Comments

[mischiefandice]

Loki snapped to attention at the soft noise she made, his eyes focusing on her with a sharpness that probably revealed more about him than he would have liked. He gave her a quick once over, nothing sexual, just seeking to determine whether she was a threat or not. He seemed to settle for the latter when she spoke up, raising an eyebrow at the bottle she waved in front of him. “I'm afraid glasses are scarce, at the moment,” he drawled in reply but didn't refuse, stepping into the room.

[barkingmad]

She laughed under her breath, and tucked the cigar into the breast pocket of her long coat. In the moments it took for him to return, she hooked her toe under another chair and dragged it closer.

"And here I was just going to drink straight from the bottle. But I suppose the whole point of the evening is to pretend to be civilized." She smirked at him, and then pulled the cork from the bottle with her teeth.

"What are we drinking to? Other than not clawing our eyes out from sheer boredom?"

[mischiefandice]

Loki didn't actually bother to go looking for glasses, merely stepping out and summoning two as soon as he was out of her sight. He came back with two elegant glasses, raising an eyebrow at the tone of her voice.

"Pretend being the key word," he replied impishly, sitting down on the chair she had picked for him. Luckily Loki was very good at pretending.

He held the glasses out for her to fill, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Mischief, I think, would be appropriate."

[barkingmad]

She poured them each a generous measure, and then took her glass from his hand, clinking it gently against his as she did.

"To mischief. And mayhem. And anything else that starts with M and is more interesting that this snoozefest." She gestured with her glass to the party, and then took a long sip.

"Mmm, that is the good stuff."

[mischiefandice]

He tipped his head at her in a silent thank you, sitting down elegantly and holding his glass out for her to fill.

"Misbehaviour?" he suggested, clinking his glass back against hers. He took a cautious sniff from the liquid inside, swirling it thoughtfully before having a sip, his eyebrows rising faintly. "Acceptable," he agreed, smirking.

[barkingmad]

She smirks back, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes deepening.

She holds the glass up to the light, admiring its contents. "Bisquit Dubouche Cognac, 1811. Bottled in the year of the Great Comet. It was just sitting in a cabinet in there. It wasn't even locked up."

Honestly, did they think she'd just walk passed and not even notice? It was like they'd left her a present.

[mischiefandice]

Loki is not knowledgeable enough in Midgardian liquor to truly appreciate that, but he knows a fine drink when he tastes one. 1811 sounds like yesterday to him though he'll still tilt his head in silent agreement and take another sip.

"Now, that's just asking for trouble," he replies, his tone dry. "A thief, then." He's sizing her up now, not entirely benevolently, his eyes narrowing cunningly.