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bakerstreet2012-11-23 11:50 am
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The Random Mass Shipping Meme
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.
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."
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[ As a general rule he tried to not be a messy eater, with the occasional exception here and there.
He could feel her twitch under his hands, that inclination to come closer, and he almost wanted to laugh. But she couldn't be blamed, really. He was after all a creature meant to be alluring.
His hand encircled her wrist so that he could lift it to his face, brushing hard lips against the pulse he could feel ticking there as he inhaled her scent again. He might possibly be a tad on the masochistic side, since that caused him nothing but pain. ]
I didn't want anything in particular, that would have taken some of the fun out of it.
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Those were minor details, ones that she could push away for a minute or two.
Fighting him for control of her hand, Bliss guided her touch to his hair, trying to keep the contact going. It was amazing, his coldness. Unnatural and entrancing. She could see how this was a problem for many.]
Don't kill me. I'm more fun alive, I promise.
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Most people aren't much of anything once they're dead, so that really isn't saying much.
[ But it was almost a kind of challenge now, to see if he could restrain himself. He'd never been able to resist a challenge. ]
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[Even if he were alive, it was easy to see that he had years on her before meeting his ultimate fate. She didn't mind the age; she never had, it was something that kept her interesting and pushed her to act smarter, maybe even more considerate.
In this situation, it could be debated if there was such thing as consideration and she had to wonder if she was drunk on the idea of him being so alluring without explanation or if it was just her being stupid.
She went with a mix of both and tilted her head into his hand, her body leaning into his. It was a deadly and stupid game of cat and mouse; she should have been a tiger. Tigers at least stood a chance.]
Besides, if you kill me here, someone will find me. What's it to you, anyway? [Her voice was shaking with the promise of a wisecrack, a smile tugging at her lips.] Afraid of a little human?
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[ He'd heard rumors about his old friend Carlisle's son, Edward. That he'd gone and fallen in love with a human.
It had tickled Garrett's curiosity. It was so easy to set aside the fact that he himself had been one once, to think of people as nothing but prey. Killing to stay alive had not been a new thing for him. He'd been a soldier before he was turned, after all.
But here was this slip of a girl, who knew exactly what he was and who still seemed about as excited as she was frightened. It was interesting, and a kind of interaction with humans that he hadn't really had for a long time, choosing the life of a nomad for himself, drifting from place to place.
His laughter was low and pleasant as a cold finger slid a little under the waistband of her underwear and traced a chilly line across her front. A bit uncooth? Why, yes. ]
Why would I be afraid of you, girl?
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[But that thought was gone, because his touch was so cold on her skin that she shuddered and pushed into him, her hands moving to grasp the back of his neck, pulling herself closer to him. His threat wasn't missed, it scared the hell out of her. There was no mistake there.
However, that touch on her skin set off a reaction that was so raw and sudden that she couldn't help but feel a bit lit up.
No one had ever touched her like that. Ever. Even if she wanted to deny it and hit him, there was no chance of doing that, and even if she tried, it would be because she was shy, not because she didn't like it. Instead, she stuttered and looked up at him, blue eyes wide.]
Y-Y-You should be.
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It was fascinating, really, how this warm little creature seemed to crave the cold touch of one such as he. Sure, it could all just be a desperate play to get out of this alive, but that didn't really make it less interesting to him.
If she really thought she could survive by offering herself like that, one had to wonder why. At least Garrett had to, because that's what he did. He asked questions. ]
Why should I be?
[ A hand slid under her shirt and up her back, a solid block of cold against the heat of her flesh while the other trailed icy circles on her thigh. ]
You like me, don't you?
[ Asked with amused surprise. ]
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Naturally, there is only one word that she has on her mind: cold. She's close to chattering away, as she's been half-dressed for almost an hour and now she's got her own AC system blowing on her body, but now it's a game, one that she's growing rather fond of.
She likes the way his eyes look, they scare the holy terror out of her but he feels good (cold, but good; it's a strange thing) and she has to peel herself off of him just to get her hands stationed on his waist. They're idling there, just for good measure.]
I could answer that, but you already know the answer, don't you?
[She took her hands off of him and slowly peeled off her shirt, suddenly very conscious of the bright pink bra she wore that day. With a grimace, she looked away and sighed.]
Laundry day.
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Don't worry, it looks good against your skin tone.
[ He slid his coat off, carelessly letting it drop to the floor. The skin on his arms, visible now since his shirt was a sleeveless one, almost seemed to glow it was so pale. ]
And maybe I do know the answer, but I can't know that unless you tell me, now can I?
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[His human girl then does something unexpected: her hands shoot up to run down his arms and she cocks her head to the side, blue eyes wide on him like a deer in headlights.
Well, he's a sexy deer in headlights, but she couldn't help but laugh in return- what an odd situation to be in.] Then yes, you sarcastic fool. I like you, I like you and you're a vampire with the coldest damn hands I've ever felt.
[But she doesn't mind, and just as she goes to speak, Bliss raises one of her hands to his chest, her finger resting above his heart. She's 'warming' him.] What, don't you like me?
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[ He pulls her close, presses her against the full length of his ststue-like form so she can feel for herself just how much.
He bends his head to put his lips against her ear, stubble scraping against her cheek a little. ]
Good enough to eat.
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I'd offer you my neck, but... [One finger slips under the elastic band in his trousers and she looks up at him, eyes half closed. Was she even trying to protest?] This is more fun.
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[ Oh, he'll let her. He's committed to this now, the challenge has been accepted. His teeth scrape oh so carefully over the skin on her neck, and he shivers as he can feel the pulse there ticking away, tempting him. But the razor sharp edges draw no blood, they just hint that they could, so very easily. She is such a fragile thing, like a little bird. And still so brave. He likes that. ]
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Did you know that though your skin is ice sold, you make me feel burning hot?
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[ Compared to his her skin is scorching, and he wishes he could steal some of that warmth for himself. Not because he feels any chill, but because her heat is so delicious.
But for that he would have to drain her, and even then it wouldn't make much of a difference.
With smooth movements he pulls his shirt off, leaving his chest bare. He toes his shoes off and then in a sudden flurry of movement entirely meant to startle her he picks her up. ]
Shall we then?
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Her hands move to his shoulders and her fingers toy with his cold skin for a minute, but she's not scared, she's breathing slow and steady. This is a delicate kind of thing, or at least the reminder of death is.
She takes a hand off of him, moves it to his mouth and takes his taste without regard for fear or repercussion. With a gravely moan, she's got enough bravery to make her kryptonite, but she pulls away after a few moments and stares at him, forehead to forehead.]
I had to. I'm sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you.
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Didn't make me hurt any worse than I already was, but you nearly got yourself killed there, girl.
[ Which of course made this whole thing seem like an even riskier idea.
That should have been something to change his mind, probably, and it really, really wasn't. ]
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She wanted more. She always wants more.]
Let me try again?
And a million years later I tag. It never means I don't love you!
He gently sat her down on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of her, hands resting on her thighs. ]
Go ahead.
[ He could handle it. He thought. ]
<3 welcome back
[But the words barely came out before her mouth was back on his and her hands were tangled up in his hair, pulling him closer. He tasted like perfection, and even though he was ice cold and made her shudder, Bianca yearned for that chilled touch.
She wanted him]
S-s-sorry, sorry.
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Don't be sorry.
[ There was nothing to be sorry for. ]
He slid his hands over her thighs and hooked his fingers in his underwear, giving them a slight tug. Time for these things to come off, he felt. ]