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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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My butt's not fat!

_{[He swats Adrian with the tip of his tail, being sure to mind his barbs. He does not want to poison the boyf.]}

How would you like it if I t-turned into a rhinoceros!

Well I doubt I'd like it much cause I'd probably die.

[He grunts, blowing his bangs out of his eyes before attempting to sit up with Roman still perched on his chest. Either he'll be stopped by the sheer force of Roman, or he'll be able to make him slide off.]

Then k-keep your mouth shut!

_{[His threats are interrupted by his new sofa rebelling. He clings to Adrian's shirt but does little else to stop him from rising.]}

Noooo!

Awww, you wanna sit in my lap that badly? All you had to do was ask.

[The moth snickers as he sits up, shaking bits of cereal from his hair with Roman still clinging to his front like a koala.]