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Off-The-Cuff/Unlikely Shipping Meme!

One of the great things about writing shipping is the set up - characters meeting, getting to know each other, building history, feeling out compatibility.

But screw that.

In this meme you throw anyone at anyone. Don't ponder if they even make sense. Don't plot out how they met. Just chuck a starter and go. NOW YOU ARE IN A RELATIONSHIP.

Post up ONLY THE MOST BAREBONES of your preferences (age limits, gender prefs if you have them. Anything that is a HARD NO only) and then go chuck your murderers, your nerds, your talking cats, all your usually unshippable characters at each other. Or maybe the character you have in ships normally just to see how they handle dating an alien that also wants to eat them.

The only hard rule is NO 'CANONMATES ONLY' PREFERENCES- not that you CAN'T tag or be tagged by canonmates, that just means you get to be suddenly dating your best friend without the 20 threads of worrying about ruining your friendship.

Some possible prompts

1. It's your first date! Time to figure out where super villians like to get coffee and what movies they like.

2. Things are going well, time to introduce the president to your friends... how will they handle it?!

3. First fights are a little more intense when your girlfriend can shoot energy beams

4. You're married to a pony now, congrats on your monstrous centaur children

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Probably. I can't use this all the time though or I'll end up c-costing folks their jobs. They'll change back in the morning.

_{[Roman has worked retail, he's not entirely evil. He reappears from around the wall o' groceries to take his prizes up to the front and pay. And that is how Adrian and Roman end up with a shitton of cheap cereal.]

[Roman leads them happily to an outdoor bench, having already forgotten about his arson plans.]}

[Adrian will say one thing about Roman- there's never a dull moment when he's around.

With one pair of hands jammed in his jacket pockets while the others hang loosely at his sides, Adrian plonks himself down next to Roman with his arms full of cereal, crossing one leg over his knee.]

Maybe if you're lucky, they won't be quite sold outta this stuff in a couple days. You can come back and stock up some more.

_{[Roman has already ripped over one box and shoved a handful of Circular Fruit Somethings into his face.]}

No'b thith sthore. Fame momey r'member?

_{[He fishes out a marshmallow and holds it up.]}

Open your mouth!

Riight right. We'll just look for another one, then.

[Adrian says as he opens his mouth as requested.]

_{[Roman pitches the marshmallow at said mouth, but it misses, bouncing off his chin. He tries again. And again.]}

Jeez, for somebody with a mouth as huge as yours, this is hard!

[Adrian scoffs, leaning back a bit further on the bench, as if the differing angle will give Roman a better chance at actually getting one in his mouth.]

Speak for yourself! You're wasting perfectly good marshmallows. How am I gonna get cavities at this rate?

Try harder! God!

_{[He throws more marshmallows. One bounces off of Adrian's antennae but finally one hits the target. Roman holds the box aloft with an triumphant cry.]}

AWH YEAH! I win! Now you gotta k-kiss me!

[Adrian winces when one of the treats pings off his antennae, but finally he gets one that manages to find its way onto his tongue. Roman's ultimatum has him chuckling as he talks around the marshmallow in his mouth.]

Kiss you, eh? S'that your reward?

Yes. Or it c-could be your reward for finally catching it. Because I am so much sweeter than a stale marshmallow.

I'll be the judge of that.

[And before Roman will have the chance to say anything else, Adrian leans in to plant a kiss on his lips, screwing his face up a little at the artificially sweet taste that he's almost immediately assaulted with.]

_{[Roman is, as described, a good bit sweeter than a stale marshmallow but only because he's consumed so many of them. It's obscene.]

[Adrian's smooch makes his ears stand straight up and his tail curl into a perfect spiral from surprise and it takes him a moment to recover before he starts kissing back.]}

[You know, if Adrian took the time to think about that, he'd probably be concerned. But right now, all he cares about is how his lips are currently locked with Roman's.

He smiles through the kiss, reaching forward to brush Roman's hair back while letting his fingertips skim the surface of one of those ears at the same time, just because he can.]

_{[The ear twitches and Roman pulls away with a laugh. He instantly reaches up to rub it.]}

Hey, hey!

[Adrian grins, leaning back when Roman suddenly pulls away.]

Ticklish?

_{[Roman swiftly claps both hands over his ears.]}

No.

Are you suuure?~

[That's said with a sneer as Adrian wiggles his fingers suggestively at Roman, inching them a bit closer to where he covered his ears.]

_{[Roman, in turn, leans further and further back on the bench until he's actually half laying down. He lifts a dainty hoof and plants it against the middle of Adrian's chest.]}

Don't you even!

_{[He's turning nearly as red as his horns.]}

[The hoof doesn't seem to bother Adrian much, though it is effective at keeping him at a distance. That, or he's too amused by Roman's reaction to try and get closer just yet.

He raises two hands in defense while the other two arms fold over his torso.]

Ooh? Did I just find your Achilles heel? Or ears, I guess I should say.

_{[Roman just makes a big old POUT as his tail twitches rapidly next to him.]}

Less t-tickling, more smooching, y'hear?

[The moth snickers, carefully moving Roman's hoof out of the way so he can lean down toward him again, pressing a light kiss to his cheek, then on down to his jawline.]

Ain't nothin' sayin' you can't fight back, you know.

_{[Any hopes Roman had of keeping up his mad charade are lost. He lets out a half bleat half laugh when Adrian plants kisses on him.]

[And the moth boy is right!]

[Roman throws his arms around Adrian's neck and turns his head to the side, pretending to be a TERRIBLE VAMPIRE and play-biting his shoulder.]}

[Well that backfired spectacularly.]

O-oi-!

[Adrian flinches at the sudden bite, but it's more out of surprise than actual pain. He tilts his head back, immediately going for playing dirty by reaching out to try and tweak his ears again.]

_{[Roman's original plan was to startle Adrian so that at least one set of those hands would move out of the way so that he could grab his face and make him do the fishy lips.]

[BUT THEN HE HAD TO GO AND BE A BIG PEST AND GO FOR THE EARS AGAIN.]}

I'LL TURN YOU INTO A FLEA!

_{[He grapples for Adrian's hands with his.]}

AND I'LL PUT THAT FLEA IN A BOX!

_{[He wraps his tail around the mothboy's waist. They are going to fall off the bench.]}

AND WHERE DOES THE BOX GO, HUH? ON A SHELF? I'LL ESCAPE.

[Adrian retorts, finding his lower set of arms pinned thanks to Roman's tail, which makes him all the more insistent on trying to get the upper hand (hah).

That being said, he isn't even paying attention to the fact that they're both starting to slide off the edge of the bench, which really wasn't made for two people to rough house on like this.]

NO IT GOES INSIDE OF A BIGGER BOX! AND THEN I'LL MAIL THE BOX T-TO MYSELF! AND THEN--

_{[There they go. Both winged beasts roll right off the bench. Cereal flies everywhere. It's a catastrophe.]}