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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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Not yet you haven't.

[It's only a matter of time and you both know it.]

Then don't worry about it.

_{[Roman's scheming is promptly interrupted when something colorful in a shop window catches his attention.]}

Adrian. Adrian. Oh my god. That c-corner store is having a going out of buisness sale look at all that cereal.

[Roman]

So are you gonna buy it all?

_{[Now thoroughly distracted, Roman turns and beams at his buggy friend. He latches onto his wrist again.]}

Yes.

And who's paying for it?

[Not that he's going to stop him or anything. When Roman's on a mission, there's no stopping him.]

Uncle Sam.

_{[He gives Adrian another grin before tugging him across the street and into the store. It is brightly lit and there's cheesy music playing overhead. The poor girl at the counter looks half asleep. Roman grabs up an armload of the colorful cereals and ducks behind a shelf.]}

Watch the master.

_{[The demon tugs some old receipts and a leaf out of his pocket and with a wave of his hand, they change to look like normal dollar bills.]}

[Adrian watches quietly while Roman works, having to bite his lip to keep from laughing at what he sees. Of course.]

Damn. Wish I could do that.

[He mumbles, shaking his head a bit.]

Hell, I bet everyone does.

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.