The Tsundere Shipping Meme

[anonromance]

The TSUNDERE Shipping Meme


What?! Hey, don't get the wrong idea! It's not like I made this meme for you or anything...

HOW TO PLAY

• Comment with your character, preference, and what role your character will play - the straight man or the tsundere.
• Reply to others.
• RNG for prompts.

CONFIGURATION

• One Tsundere: Somebody here has the patience of a saint.
• Double Tsundere: Oh god how have you not destroyed yourselves and everything you come in contact with? But neither of you had anything better to do than spend time together, so don't read into it.

MODE

• Tsun: Ugh, what a pain. You totally don't want to be by this person's side. They don't understand you (or your feelings) at all!
• Dere: They've done something very sweet for you. SHUT UP SHUT UP you're not blushing. You have hay fever! ...but you guess that it's nice of that person to notice and care.

Comments

[godofbadideas]

"I've seen your place, you know," Loki points out.

[hellstorm]

Daimon makes an amused noise. "Which one?" Hell wasn't that bad, but he had imps there that liked to do most of the cleaning. Fire Lake was almost a tornado hit a museum at this point.

He's quiet for a little longer, just enough to finish his page. "So why'd you really drag me out?"

[godofbadideas]

"I was under the impression that that was what friends do? I may not be terribly good at 'friends', but I did think I had at least that much down..."

[hellstorm]

He arches a brow and rests the book down across his chest, tipping his head back to regard the other with a somewhat curious expression.

"You don't always have to bribe me." He didn't expect Loki to admit to it, even after they had their little heart to heart. And the kid was still pretty new to this whole friend thing, even though their 'friendship' was probably the most messed up thing Daimon's been apart of in a long time.


"I would have been fine with coffee and Doctor Who." He would have warmed up to the idea anyway, Loki at least was good at cracking at his shell to get to his warm, gooey center.

[godofbadideas]

"But seeing your reaction to the books, and all of this, was even more fun," Loki replies, grinning at him. "And maybe I thought we needed something nice after that horrible outing to the dimension of evil."

[hellstorm]

"I think it'd be best to just pretend that place never happened." He says, carelessly enough, head tipped back enough to give him a sideways glance, then lifting the book again.

Then murmurs. "Las Vegas."

[godofbadideas]

"What about Vegas?" Loki asks, peering at Daimon again.

[hellstorm]

He drapes the book over his face instead with a heavy sigh. But mmmm... old book smell.

"Just reliving my favorite regrets."

[godofbadideas]

Old book smell: the only thing as delicious as bacon.

"I see."

[hellstorm]

He actually doesn't feel much like reading right now, but the book stays in place because it's dark and comforting.

"I'm sure you've been, you probably built the town."

[godofbadideas]

"I wish," Loki replies. "It's magnificent, but I still haven't been. Old Me wasn't interested, and I haven't had much time."

[hellstorm]

He huffs out a startled laugh. "You have time to harass me at all hours, but not time visit Vegas?"

[godofbadideas]

"I like bothering you."

Obviously.

...possibly Daimon isn't the only one a bit tsundere here.

[hellstorm]

He tips the book off his face and rolls over, folding his arms across Loki's torso to look at him.

"... do I need to take you to Vegas?"

[godofbadideas]

"Yes. Yes you do."

[hellstorm]

"... Do you have a fake ID?"

[godofbadideas]

"Of course I do."

Also he can use magic to make people see whatever he wants them to.

[hellstorm]

He hums out a sound and rolls back over. Good enough for him.

[godofbadideas]

Loki shifts so that he can use Daimon for a nice toasty pillow. Mmm, toasty.

[hellstorm]

He has to settle in the damn magpie's nest to get comfortable, grunting in protest as he's used for a pillow (as if he hadn't just been doing the same thing.)

At least he has enough room to prop the book open again, then sinks his free hand into Loki's hair. Keeping the god around is like keeping an especially pain-in-the-ass cat.

[godofbadideas]

"Mmm." Loki's eyes slide shut appreciatively for a moment, relaxing into Daimon's touch.

[hellstorm]

They're probably going to waste the rest of the night like this, since Daimon figures he can keep Loki placated enough with head-rubs while he reads through his book.

[godofbadideas]

Yes. Yes he can. Loki is content to have his head rubbed, and to flip idly through his tome while Daimon reads.

[hellstorm]

Then finally.

"So... you're going to teach me how to get in here?" Now that he has Loki all sweetened up with petting.

[godofbadideas]

"Mmm... It's very easy. 'Be Loki'."

Sorry sweetheart, you're not getting the secret password from him that easily.