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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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[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.]}

[Adrian hits the ground on his shoulder with Roman falling on top of him in short order, then the cereal coming next in a shower of semi-stale whole grains and marshmallows that are way past their due.

After that he sortof just...lays there with Roman's weight on top of him, wondering where it all went wrong.]

_{[Roman, too, is rattled and he covers his head with his hands during the fall. Once the world stops spinning, he looks down at the moth with marshmallows in his hair pinned under him.]

[He breaks into a grin and tucks his little feet under his body so that he can SIT on Adrian not unlike a squirrel.]}

I win.

Get your fat butt off me!

[Comes Adrian's eloquent, slightly muffled reply from below, one hand rising to rest at the base of Roman's tail still wrapped around his torso.]

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.]