❝My Rescuer❞ Shipping Meme

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❝My Rescuer❞ Shipping Meme There is no possible way the two of you could have gotten off on better footing. One of you saved the other. You were complete strangers - or just as good as - yet someone put aside that fact and swooped in when they saw trouble like a guardian angel, whether because of their own moral reasoning or just being at the right place at the right time. The one who was saved? Well, they can't help but be grateful to their rescuer...and, perhaps, all that high octane emotion will lead to more. After all, you've never felt so much towards one person. Will you be able to finally have peace alongside this person, or is all really as it seems? How to Play Comment with your character, preferences, and etc. Is your character more likely to rescue, be rescued, or either? Reply to others. RNG for your prompt and thread! Prompts No Hope: They were in a situation that looked incredibly bleak, such as being kidnapped or held prisoner. It was likely they would never see freedom or happiness again. That was something you couldn't stand for. Life Threatening: It was a simple accident, but it could have ended their life. You stepped in and pushed them out of the way or caught them as they fell. Harassment: Hey, leave them alone, pal! They clearly don't want your attention or your perverse remarks. Stand Up: You're being tormented and verbally abused by your peers. Finally, though, someone steps in and defends you. See Myself in You: They're different - like you are. You don't think they deserve to be treated this way...and neither would you. Ridiculous: Uh oh. A giant octopus is attacking you! Can anyone, will anyone save you from certain doom? Saved...From Boredom: Your life seemed like it was in black and white before this person introduced you to color. Superhero: Saving people is your job. Why is this case any different? Justice: What's happening before you is disgusting. You have to get justice for this victim; of course, that "justice" may also be needed for yourself and your sense of fragile reality. Spur of the Moment: Rescuing someone was never in your plan, but you couldn't pass up the chance. Love at First Sight: They saved you, and you fell. Or the other way around. Bring Back Happiness: All that was good has faded until you got a new lease on life. Guilt Complex: In the past, you failed. You'll never let anyone get hurt again. Not Only a Job: Technically, you were hired to take this person from their captor to another captor, yet in the end, you changed your mind. Warming Up: You can't help but soften towards someone you owe your life to. Honor Among Thieves: Your record may not be squeaky clean, but there are acts even you cannot condone. Gone Too Far: Your rage at seeing a living being treated this way has welled up, and the one who was victimized has to pull you back. Can they? Hurt Because of Me: In your defense, your savior has been injured. You feel a certain sense of sinking culpability. Patched Up: After the fight, both of you care for each others' mental and physical wounds. Who Rescued Who?: They may have physically saved you, but you emotionally saved them. The Truth Comes Out: You learned that your "rescue" was a fabrication to gain your trust. Has your relationship changed them? Even if it has, can you ever believe them again? All's Well: Once out of the limelight and out of harms way, you two can explore the prospect of getting to know each other better. Violent Delights Have Violent Ends: Your relationship ends as it began: with violence and despair. Doesn't Last: All of your attractions are a flash in the pan. When it comes down to it, you can't make it work between you when there's no danger to draw you close. WILDCARD

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Albert Blithe | Band of Brothers

[noblewhitepetal]

[Likely to need rescuing.]

Eugene Sledge | The Pacific

[dungarees]

ben wade | 3:10 to yuma

[decently]

[ ooc; not your usual savior; he's mostly a bad, bad boy. ]

Morrigan | Dragon Age

[courtintrigue]

(She'll be an active participant regardless of role. Mutual ass-saving is always welcome. No Wardens, please.)

Xander | Fire Emblem: Fates | M/F

[blackparagon]

[The rescuer.]

Athrun Zala | Gundam SEED | M/F

[infinitejustice]

[Either role.]

Ky Kiske | Guilty Gear | M/F

[ridethelightning]

[Either role.]

Harrassment

[myfayevalentine]

It was typical for Faye, this kind of scenario - a Saturday night at the local bar, dressed up for a game of poker. She could play, and she could play damn well. That, and maybe she had a few tricks up her sleeve. Only, she didn't have any sleeves because she was dressed to win. Part of making it easier for herself was the dress that showed a lot of thigh, and plenty of cleavage. She just had to lean the right way and people would be off their game.

Fresh from winning a game, Faye stood from the table with her cash, and moved to go get a drink from the bar. The men she had been playing with clearly weren't finished. One stood behind her, hand on her hip, the other in front grabbed at her neck and leered down to whisper something in her ear. Judging by Faye's disgusted expression, it wasn't nice at all. She rolled her eyes and tried to move away, but the man behind her grabbed tighter at her waist, putting a hand firmly on her ass as he did so.

[ridethelightning]

On the other hand, this setting was as atypical for Ky as it could get. He was more a social drinker, preferring fine wine to other alcohol. However, he was in the middle of traveling at the time, so he didn't have much choice. He stopped when he got hungry, entered the bar, and ordered a burger and fries with a rum and Coke. He figured he'd be staying the night in this town, anyway. In the meantime, he leaned back in his booth and watched a nearby poker game.

One of the contestants, a gorgeous young woman with a revealing outfit, stood up from the table after winning a game. Ky watched her walk toward the bar, only to get waylaid by the men she had been playing against. The instant he saw the two grab her, he was on his feet. For the moment, he left Thunderseal hanging from his belt.

"Hey!"

Ky walked up toward the two men and the woman. He didn't show his badge -- not yet, at least. He preferred to keep that secret until it was necessary. But if nothing else, he was very obviously a healthy, athletic young man with a sword sheathed at his waist.

"Let her go. Both of you. And I suggest you pay for your drinks and leave."

[myfayevalentine]

Faye turned to look at the man who had approached. She was used to all sorts of men trying to 'save' her from situations, but actually, this guy looked like he might actually be able to do something. She gave him an appreciative smirk, but then one of the men grabbed at her more roughly.

"Who's this then? Your pimp?" Both men laughed. The man in front of her moved his hand from her neck to grasp at her breast, mouth open and practically drooling. "I'd pay for a night with this little whore."

That made Faye tense, and she flinched, as though trying to pull away, but the man behind grabbed at her hair and tugged her head back.

[ridethelightning]

Ky clenched his teeth in anger. How dare these men do what they're doing. Even if the woman had managed to cheat, you don't take it out on her by molesting her.

"How dare you." Ky's gaze intensified until he might as well have been glaring daggers at the two men. He wasn't sure what to grab first, his badge or his sword.

"I will say it again; let her go. Right now. Consider this your final warning."

As Ky spoke, small arcs of electricity began to crackle lightly around his fists.

John Watson | Sherlock | M/M

[ihadabadday]

[Would play either roll]

Rey | SW: TFA | OTA

[thesefirststeps]

[ooc: Either / or.]

Junkrat | Overwatch | OTA

[comingupexplody]

[Either side, but I do so love the idea of him learning to hero instead of just... eternally being a huge shithead.

Available either cis (man with dick) or trans (man with vagina) for more physical scenarios! Just let me know what you're comfortable with.]

Yoo Sungwoo | Original Character

[filthchild]

6 (yes, yes it is)

[bearskinthug]

Ji-woong has actually been watching the whole time. It'd been so fucking obvious what was going to happen; Sungwoo is such a sucker for a person or animal in need. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Except when you follow a cat up a tree and then neither of you can get down.

Ji-woong just sips at his soda and watches for a while with an amused smirk playing at his lips. First Sungwoo is gonna be distracted on his rescue mission. Then he's gonna play with the cat. Then he's going to realise he can't get down, and--

Yeah, this is where Ji-woong gets to saunter on in and rub his face in it like a loving, caring boyfriend would.

"Problem?" He enquires as innocently as he can manage when he's got a massive shit-eating grin on his face.

The most ridiculous, yes

[filthchild]

Ji-woong just didn't get it. It isn't his fault! The little calico kitten looked scared and it kept making these tiny little mewling noises! What's he supposed to do? Leave it in the tree? What sort of heartless monster could ignore the tiny little pleas for help from such a cute little ball of fluff? It's not like the kitty had ever done anything wrong, it hadn't hurt anyone! So why should it suffer like this? It shouldn't! Not as long as Sungwoo could do something about it.

Only... what could he do about it really. The tree had looked sturdy, but he'd snapped an important branch on his way up the tree so now there's no feasible way to get out of the tree without an entirely too hard for Sungwoo's tastes meeting with the ground. Despite what he did, what they did really, he still bruised easily. And bruises from hitting the ground from this height? Well, they weren't going to be the sort of bruises he enjoyed acquiring.

So he's passed the time like any sensible person stuck in a tree would, by bonding with the kitten. Didn't have much else to do since he'd left his phone back on the ground like an idiot. Honestly, it didn't stress him out too much, being stuck in a tree, because he knows for a fact that there's a certain person who's always in the right place to get him out of these sort of messes. So when Ji-woong steps in, it's about when Sungwoo has figured on him showing up.

"What? A problem?" Sungwoo repeats innocently, nuzzling the kitten with his nose fondly. Gosh kittens are the best. Luckily for Sungwoo, kittens usually love him about as much as he loves kittens, so the bonding had gone fairly well. One of these days he's going to meet a cat that doesn't like him and then he'll need rescuing for an entirely different reason. The cat would probably win. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Oh wait.

"I can't keep this one either, can I." He asks, lower lip already pouting out since he knows the answer. Playing with a kitten like this is one thing, bringing it home to where a certain someone is supposedly pet allergic is another. Not that Sungwoo entirely believes that the other man is allergic. He's honestly pretty convinced it's become a thing simply so he doesn't get to turn their base into a bunker for every stray cat and dog in the city. After all, fielding an army of kitties isn't exactly the sort of image a tough guy gang should have right?

If Ji-woong is waiting for Sungwoo to say that he's stuck and needs help, well... that might take a little more time. He's a stubborn man and it wasn't that long ago that they'd played out this exact situation in a different tree. This time he's determined to make it Ji-woong coming up to get him because he needs him.... and not because Sungwoo needs to pee, got hungry, or the more typical 'withdrawal from Ji-Woong's lips' that's typically what has him asking for help down. But not today! Today it's going to be Ji-woong who cracks first. Just watch him!!!!

Re: The most ridiculous, yes

[bearskinthug]

Of course Ji-woong has an allergy! He wouldn't lie about that! ...Okay, yes he would. He would to ensure that Sungwoo actually got it through his head that he was part of a gang and not an animal rescue organisation. Ji-woong has even possibly raked fingers across his own arms and stomach to bring up angry red marks like an allergic reaction to fur in the past.

(Look nobody ever said gangsters were known for their honesty. What kind of reputation would they have if it got out that most of their members were small and fluffy?! It's not a lie if your boyfriend totally knows you're lying anyway. For his own good).

Not even going to bother answering that question. Or look at that evil, beautiful face with the big, watery eyes and lush, pouty, sad and trembling bottom lip. Ji-woong is not giving in! One cat will become five hundred. They are not having cats giving birth to kittens everywhere. He is not paying to have the little furballs neutered - or microchipped so Sungwoo won't worry about them getting lost!

"You're going to have to shower to get the fur off you before you even think about coming near me," he says flatly.

I'm sorry, what about having to get nearer to a devious little ball of cute is supposed to be alluring to him right now? And he means the kitten, thank you very much.

Here I was going to blame the allergies on not-Himchan, but this is even better

[filthchild]

But Ji-woong the complex is so big! That one side room isn't even being used for anything! It would be the perfect little animal shelter! He'd totally take care of everything and he'd even work to find them new homes and he'd make sure they didn't stink up the base he swears! Animal shelters are so mean Ji-woong! They're as bad as orphanages, no they're worse! At least orphanages and foster families don't outright kill you usually! At least... none of the ones he'd been in anyway, given that he's still very much so not dead.

(Honestly a few kittens couldn't hurt. That'd probably be the easiest way to get Sungwoo to shoot someone. If he thought they'd hurt his furry lil babies he'd probably be a lot faster to pull the trigger. Not that he wouldn't anyway, because for all his not-fighting talk, he's still fiercely loyal to the gang. They're his family after all. No one hurts his brothers and gets away with it. It's just that they'd be one more thing to fight for.)

"Wait. If I have to shower to even get near you how'm I going to get down?" At least he's noticed the glaring flaw in this argument early for a change. "Ji-woong!" So much for waiting for his boyfriend to break first. "You wouldn't actually leave me up here, would you??" Gangsters don't whine, but Sungwoo certainly does and with very little shame. He's known Ji-woong long enough to know exactly how to press his buttons by now. Whining with his eyes wide and his lower lip sticking out is typically a sure way to start Ji-woong to cracking. Somehow the triple threat has yet to lose it's effectiveness even after everything.

Please, the only devious fluffball in this tree is Sungwoo and they both know it. He's the most devious of the cute fluffballs. It's part of what makes him so attractive, honest!

Merton Dingle || Big Wolf on Campus || OTA

[sprechen_sie_dingle]

((ooc: Merton is absolutely the damsel in distress.))

Mary Crawley | Downton Abbey

[thequitecontrary]

[M/F for shipping.]

I'll say 25, but it's honestly 6; let me know if it needs adjusting!

[midship]

Lots of things had changed since Ferrol, of course. Things couldn't help but be changed. Even with all the time in the world, Horatio would hardly have been able to list out each and every new piece of information about himself that had been acquired during those excruciating months (nor, in his better wisdom, did he care much for that practiced sort of digestion of his own flaws and faults; much better, really, to take them as they came relevant, like so many waves in the sea).

And all that, of course, was before even reaching his commission. All that was before the fact that he was no longer serving under Captain Sir Edward Pellew, or even under the kindly graces of old Captain Keene. The world as a junior lieutenant of Captain James Sawyer was an entirely different thing than his life on the Justinian or the Indy had been.

At least, he consoled himself, the HMS Renown was the bright breaking sort of ship that teeth could be cut on, in the end. There might be a wall of men between himself and even merely making First Lieutenant, but at least he would be back on the sea again. At least there would be the sharp familiar air and orderly life that he had felt himself nearly falling to pieces without in this last long stretch.

All this was, alas, not to say that he was currently anywhere close to the comfort of a rocking ship. Much worse than under fire or a lag wind, he was facing perhaps the most difficult trial the service ever truly threw at him: a gathering of polite society.

He had done all he could to pull his dress uniform into rights, but that hardly made him anything close to well at ease here in the glittering sea. Buckland was here somewhere, but had been lost in the sea of gently milling forms flitting here and there in the uncomfortably large room. This, Horatio assumes, is what it must be like to drift out into the sea without the sight of land; very aware all along that, somewhere, land still exists, but fully lacking in anything remotely like the means of finding it again.

And so he stands, all but trapped in a corner, fingers obviously uncomfortable around the glass of wine he had been handed (which, he's certain, is worth more than he'd see in a month's pay at the outside without several more promotions under his belt), trying to follow as politely as he can the explanation of a woman well advanced in years as she rambles on about what he's missed in society with all his time at sea. He's managed so far not to tell her that he hasn't missed anything of importance, but his luck in managing to keep silent is wearing thin.

Personally, he's fervently wishing that several marines will come tramping in or a lightening bolt will burst in through the nearest window to save him, but he'll settle for what he can get.

ahaha, looks great. FYI, I'm not super familiar with his canon

[thequitecontrary]

Instead of a marine as his savior, Horatio is going to get a petite woman in a rose-colored dress, one that has been watching him for a bit of time. Mary can more than tell that the man is uncomfortable. Lady Beatrice is so old that she probably cannot even see the discomfort on the young man's face. It's amusing to Mary at first, one of the only amusing things about this party that she's been dragged to by her father. After a while though, she starts to feel bad for the man, and decides that he deserves to be rescued from the old lady who is blathering on about something that he clearly cares nothing about.

Plus it doesn't hurt that he's one of the best looking men in the room.

She approaches with a smile on her face. "Ah, there you are. I've been looking all over for you." Mary tries to give him a pointed look. Play along, Horatio.

I'm not super familiar with hers either, so this should go swimmingly!

[midship]

There's a flash of panic in his gut when the woman approaches. Hot-shot hitting the deck of a wooden ship could be faced with absolute equanimity, and the idea of throwing himself into the fray amid the midshipmen was as much a thrilling thing as anything else. It's likely well enough that he's been ashore long enough to have regained his natural pallor; that surely hides some degree of unconscious reaction from his features.

He can't say for certain that shifting tack here won't be trading one peril for another. He wouldn't begin to pretend that he had any more experience speaking to women closer to his own age than those clearly far his senior. Still, he hadn't the faintest idea how to extract himself from this spot other than by jumping in the direction of this new opportunity.

At least there was a familiar archness to this woman's brow, like a captain prompting one of the press gang along in studies. It keeps him from letting his jaw flap open before he has his wits properly together enough to respond.

"I'm-- terribly sorry." His gaze flits back to the older woman, slightly etched with what looks reasonably well like genuine regret. "You really must excuse me, just for a moment, milady."

Is he meant to bow? He suspects he's meant to bow. He also suspects that it isn't the sort of half-knuckling thing he's used to, although he's been petrified of making real attempts since all the fuss and teasing before he took Le Reve. Hopefully his new savior will be kind and not laugh at the terribly serious way he attempts to fold himself in half in the old woman's direction, nearly but not quite spilling the glass still in his hand.

[thequitecontrary]

Mary doesn't laugh, but she does bite her lip. It appears that being handsome and being awkward are not mutually exclusive.

"I'm terribly sorry for the interruption, Lady Beatrice," Mary says as she takes his arm, "but he's promised me a dance."

Based on the look on the old woman's face, Mary wonders if she's made a faux pas. She doesn't know who this man is, though he is probably not one of rank or he would already be familiar to her. Dancing with him could cause conversation, but Mary has now made her bed.

She doesn't even want to look at how terrified Horatio must be.