The Random Mass Shipping Meme

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Random Mass Shipping Meme

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love. There's nothing you can do that can't be done. Nothing you can sing that can't be sung. Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game. It's easy. There's nothing you can make that can't be made. No one you can save that can't be saved. Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time. It's easy. All you need is love, all you need is love, all you need is love, love, love is all you need. Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love. All you need is love, all you need is love, all you need is love, love, love is all you need.

Shipping and smut memes are all well and good, but sometimes, people can feel a bit left out or hesitant to tag people on them. There's usually a lot of assumptions that have to be made, and we're afraid that what the person we're tagging really wants is a castmate or someone they already thread/ship with. And that's daunting.

In this meme, throw all that out the window. What we have here is nothing but RANDOM MASS SHIPPING as far as the eye can see. Like this character? Tag them. Have no clue who they are but want someone to play with? Tag. Think they have a pretty icon? TAG THAT RIGHT NOW. The pairings don't even have to make sense; heck, the more out of context, the better. You might just find that hey, this actually makes perfect sense! And that's the beauty.

HOW TO PLAY

• Comment with your characters, using the subject for the usual name, canon info, and so on.
• Comment to others. Whoever you want to, whoever catches your fancy. You don't need a reason. Don't feel shy. That's the point!
  • Also, this meme isn't for tagging canonmates/CR as per usual (of course, no one will hunt you down, either). Go out on a limb and have some fun!
• Don't neglect to respond to those who come before you. This meme is meant for randomness, so having a bunch of nobody responding to anyone isn't good.
• Use the RNG to find a prompt, or make one up.

PROMPTS


1. You wake up suddenly to find the "one that got away" sleeping quietly beside you.

2. You walk into your apartment or house to find your greatest love and your best friend are undressing each other on the kitchen floor. How do you react?

3. Your first date with the love of your life.

4. You have just recognized the girl or guy in the elevator with you. She/he is the person you loved from afar but never asked out. The elevator stops between floors. You two are alone and stuck for at least an hour. What do you do?

5. The person who completely broke your heart is meeting you for coffee.

6. Your most awkward, embarrassing school dance.

7. Your best first kiss, the lead up, and the aftermath.

8. You and your secret crush debate the topic, "better to have loved and lose then to have never loved at all."

9. Losing your virginity, the lead up, and the aftermath.

10. Your best friend within your sexual preference has just declared his or her long-standing feelings for you.

11. After casual sex, one of you says the words, "I love you." What happens then?

12. You are waiting for the love of your life to walk down the aisle, but someone comes in with a note. Your love has gotten cold feet!

13. A trip outside of your home country that you took with a romantic partner.

14. A memorable drug or alcohol experience that you had with a romantic partner.

15. The person who broke your heart the most came crawling back. How do you react?

16. You're having the most passionate intimate or sexual experience of your life!

17. This is the first time you're telling your sweetheart (or the person you admire from a distance) that wonderful and scary phrase, "I love you."

Comments

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[grayatonement]

[Sylar Gabriel steps into the elevator without much thought, reaching up towards the panel inside. The button for the tenth floor compresses just before his fingers reach it; he can't help himself sometimes, but it's too subtle for the average person to really notice. Then he adjusts the baseball cap on his head, pulling it a little lower over his eyes as he steps back into the corner.

A cursory glance at the other person with him makes him freeze and his heart starts pounding. Gabriel turns slightly to face the wall, trying to hide himself from her. After all they went through so many years ago, he can't imagine Claire ever forgiving him. Even though he's changed.

His eyes shoot up to the panel displaying the changing floors. Six... Seven..

There's a loud noise and the elevator bucks, throwing the former killer from the wall and onto his knees temporarily. He immediately looks to Claire to see if she's alright as the main light dies and the red emergency light flashes on.]

[indestructible]

[ Claire has all but forgotten her former foes. She has pushed them far out of her mind, and made a pointed effort to live in places uncommon to her past. She has tried her best to put Sylar out of her mind, though there is the nagging reminder occasionally that eventually they may very well be the last two living human beings on Earth. The reality hits her most when she's at a funeral. Noah's was the most poignant of the recent ones she attended, and many memories and fears resurfaced. One day, they may cross paths simply because there are no other paths to cross.

However, the world is still relatively populated, and she has lived as normal a life as someone like her can live. Since she outed specials to the world, things have been a little easier as far as witness protection goes. She doesn't have to change her aliases, no matter how many times she moves. First of all, everyone knows who she is now, anyway, so her face is relatively distinctive. Second, people don't seem to find her threatening, so she can just be Claire Bennet wherever she goes and people know her as the person who brought specials to light. Not dangerous, just a girl who can heal. Sometimes she runs into trouble with people who are closed-minded about the whole evolved humans thing, but that's about it.

She keeps her eyes down in the elevator, preoccupied with the meeting she's about to go to instead of paying any attention whatsoever to the company she has. She doesn't even look up when he gets on, simply shifts to the side and keeps her eyes on the phone in her hand.

When the elevator screeches to a halt, Claire drops her phone and it skids across the floor as she grabs at the railing around the sides of the elevator to get her balance. She's fine, but as soon as the lights grow dim and she regains her footing, her focus is on the glow of the phone and getting it back in her hands. If she can get signal, and they can't get out soon, she'll need to be able to call and let the board of individuals she's meeting with know that she's stuck.

She kneels to pick up the phone and doesn't look at the face of the person who shares the elevator until she lifts her head. She finally speaks to the stranger as she rises. ] You okay?

[ Then slowly, as she stands up, it registers. She tenses instantly, clenching her phone a little tighter and gritting her teeth heavily to try and keep her cool. It's been years, more than she can count, since this feeling of nausea has flooded her senses. ]

You. What are you doing here?

[grayatonement]

I'm- [He begins, but she's already cutting him off with accusations. He flinches slightly at the venom in her response. It's not just her tone, which is actually fairly calm, but the way her muscles tense and she becomes tighter and more stiff just looking at him. He has hoped that that fear would have faded with time and yet here she is.

Gabriel pulls the cap from his head and runs a hand through his hair to smooth it out. He shows it to her, the company's name scrawled across the front: SIMPLE SYSTEMS.]

I'm here to repair a network system. Remember? I know how things work.

[He tries to sound light, but his voice is tentative at best. Gabriel swallows and continues to stand exactly where he is, not wanting to make her any more nervous than she clearly is already. The beat of his heart is still visible in his ears as he watches her. He blinks, a translucent cover sliding horizontally over his eyes for a split second - his own nictitating membrane. An ability he picked up from an old man in Tennessee a decade ago. It's gone as quickly as it came, but it gives him a momentary different view of the elevator.

Shifting his weight awkwardly, Gabriel watches Claire and her phone, wondering if he should allow her to call outside before they have a chance to talk. His own phone is nestled in his pocket, but he makes no move for it.]

I'm not who I was.