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

[hellstorm]

Well that sucks. About the sunrise anyway, he doesn't actually get to enjoy them much.. not that he's wistful about that sort of shit. Yup.

He eyes the back of Loki's head, then eyes the attendant as they part, but follows him just the same.

"I bet this is where you take all your hot dates..."

[godofbadideas]

"Only the very hottest."

[hellstorm]

He rolls his eyes, you know, like you do when someone plays along with your failed if unintentional attempt at flirting? (that questionmark stays, it's important)

He does take the time to admire the view, the view being the resort and... not Loki's back as he follows him.

Ugh.

[godofbadideas]

Yeah. Right. Sure. The resort. Definitely not Loki's broad shoulders, or the way that his coat brushes his ass as he walks.

[hellstorm]

He's going to drown Loki in that spring.

[godofbadideas]

Loki will just turn into a fish or something.

[hellstorm]

Daimon can spend all day thinking of creative ways to kill you, Loki, don't test him.

He drops his back against the wall of the cabin, waiting for the little jerk god to open the door.

[godofbadideas]

Loki opens the door, and then tosses Daimon the second key.

What, you thought he'd keep it from you? Come on, Loki's an asshole, but he's not mean.

[hellstorm]

Well it's not like you can lock him in. But he accepts the key and pockets it (yes those awful pants at least have basic pockets).

[godofbadideas]

Good. Loki would have been obligated to give him shit for wearing girl pants if they didn't.

"Welcome to Lokkahverir Resort," Loki says.

Go on. Parse that name.

[hellstorm]

He was half expecting a bacon motif. But this is kind of nice.

Also these pants make his ass look fantastic.

Daimon kicks off his boots because he didn't want to wear them anyway, also the carpet looks pretty delightful, so he's going to explore the cabin a little.

[godofbadideas]

The carpet is plush and thick, and heated from under the floor. It's nice enough that Loki immediately kicks off his own boots, and socks (Slytherin pattern), to dig his toes in.

[hellstorm]

You're such a nerd.

Daimon flops over on the bed because everything is plush sheepskin and sinfully cozy. He even rolls himself up in it and just... chills with his legs hanging off the edge of the bed. Hnnngh.

[godofbadideas]

He's fucking adorable, and a Hell-lord should not be capable of that.

Loki's taking pictures.

[hellstorm]

"I'll break your phone." All muffled against all that soft wool.

[godofbadideas]

"You will not." He puts the phone away though, tucking it into one of his more obscure pockets.

[hellstorm]

Aren't all those pockets obscure? He's pretty sure each leads to a different dimension, he can only imagine how many things Loki's put away and forgotten about in that thing.

Daimon makes a soft, satisfied noise now that he's safe from the Lokarazzi. (<-- My spell check didn't think there was a problem with this word)

[godofbadideas]

The other side of the bed sinks down as Loki flops into his share of plush sheepskin and lambswool sheets.

"Mmmm."

[hellstorm]

Yeah it sinks, probably because it's all push and cushiony and Loki weights as much as a small elephant. Daimon makes a low, dismayed sound as he starts to slide towards the dip.

[godofbadideas]

Loki snickers, and rolls Daimon into a bundle of sheepskin and blankets.

[hellstorm]

He is too comfortable to protest, because really, it's like being wrapped in a warm fuzzy, warm cloud. "Hnnng."

[godofbadideas]

"Next time I invite you to a spa, perhaps you might think twice about huffing off, hmm~?"

[hellstorm]

"To my defense, I'd had a really bad day." He offers with a lazy sort of hum.

[godofbadideas]

Loki's fingers find their way into Daimon's hair.

"But this would have made it a slightly less bad day, I suspect."

[hellstorm]

He cracks open one bright crimson eye to peer at him, mouth and nose hidden by the fold of blankets.

"I suppose you're right."