OPEN SHIP WITH ME POST

[desertions]

I'm in a very shippy mood and mostly on top of my tags right now so I thought instead of combing through memes I'd leave this as an open post.

Basically leave me prompts: quotes, pictures, song lyrics, whatever with a muse and what muse of mine you want and we'll see what happens. Alternately, if you don't request a specific muse you can leave it up to me to choose who i throw at them.

I make no apologies for the choices made when that happens.

So please, come and enjoy all the ships with me!!

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[odangos]

She can't hold back the bright smile that spreads across her lips at that. She should probably decline his offer -- surely he has better things to do and she's already caused him enough trouble -- but she simply can't get herself to do so.

"I'd like that."

[easily]

It wouldn't be the first time Rebekah's killed someone for a horse. These things happen.

But she's not thinking about that. Instead she's thinking about the way the other woman is kissing her -- it's only a second before she starts returning it. That's how they stories go right? A dramatic kiss and then happily ever after?

Rebekah never gets happy endings but maybe this time it could be different.

[laywaste]

Tamsin's not really one for happy endings either. Her life is made up of too much death, too many wars. But there are moments where she likes to pretend, if only for a moment. She kisses Rebekah as though true love were a thing that really existed, as if in that moment the curse is broken and they're both free.

She pulls back after a moment, thumb brushing against her cheek gently. "I'm staying at a tavern not too far from here. It's not a castle, but for the moment, it'll do?"

[zorro]

He walks beside her in the direction of the arcade, ignoring the strange looks they're receiving from passersby regarding a girl from Juuban Municipal Junior High School walking so closely to a boy from the prestigious Moto Azabu High School. There's even a few girls from Usagi's class who are sending the most shocked of looks her way. She never said anything about knowing someone from that all-boys school!

Mamoru, however, doesn't seem to notice any of them. Or if he does, he's deliberately ignoring them.

"You like video games."

It's not a question. He's paying close attention to the little things he's learning about her, filing all the details away for later as if he'll have future use for them.

[saiyan]

"Oh, and Kakarot isn't arrogant? He overestimates himself more often than not." Begrudgingly, Vegeta fails to acknowledge the fact that Goku tends to succeed, even when he fails. "When he speaks, he speaks in terms of maybe. He gets lucky. I, on the other hand, speak in terms of absolute certainty. I will become a Super Saiyan."

He takes another bite of the pork, chewing it just as slowly, just as human-like as before in spite of his ire.

"Once you fix the chamber, of course." (Once he stops bleeding on her couch, too.)

[capsulecorp]

"I never said you wouldn't." Maybe some people believed he wouldn't but honestly? Bulma things that kind of determination tends to have results. It might not be easy, but he'll do it. Not that she says any of that out loud. It's not like he's looking for her to believe in him.

"Of course." There's a beat and then. "You know it's going to be a bitch to get these stains out of the couch."

[saiyan]

Vegeta leans forward, twisting his head around as far as it'll go in attempt to peer over his shoulder at the offending spot on his back. He can't quite see it, but now that he's paying attention to it, he can feel the trickle of blood leaving a wet trail along his spine.

He shoots her a huffy annoyed look. "You'll forgive me for not putting it back in."

[easily]

Rebekah smiles a little at that, biting her lower lip briefly. Perhaps it's temporary but for now it feels as if some sort of curse has been broken. It feels exciting in the way few things do.

"It sounds perfect."

[capsulecorp]

"It wouldn't be so bad if you let me bandage you up more often."

But most of the time he insists against it. Saiyans heal so fast it doesn't matter. Well it matters to her poor stained couch.

[cheeto]

She pauses in front of the painting he's led her towards. She tilts her head taking in the image.

"That was very brave of her -- I'm sure not everyone appreciated her doing so."

[odangos]

No doubt some of her friends might question her later about the boy she apparently knows from Moto Azuba. In fact one of the girls they pass is Naru who sends Usagi a very pointed look which says they will definitely be discussing this later. Not that Usagi cares that much, instead of focusing her attention on Mamoru himself.

Her smile brightens at the statement and she nods her head rather enthusiastically.

"I love video games. My favorite is the Sailor V game." Which sometimes almost seems to be sentient and trying to help train her but she's not going to say that part out loud because doesn't that sound kind of crazy.

[saiyan]

Vegeta rolls his eyes. Honestly. He appreciated nice, clean things, but it's been a long, long time since he's had the time to appreciate them, nevermind have them in his possession. Having access to the advanced technologies that Frieza allowed himself, Nappa, and Raditz didn't necessarily mean they were the best or the nicest. In fact, they were often what happened to work well enough to get the job done, things that were discarded and given to the last of the 'filthy monkeys' Frieza had kept alive when he destroyed their planet.

"If you must."

Setting the pan the pork had been on aside, Vegeta leans forward, bracing himself with his arms on his knees. He casts her an impatient, sideways glance.

"Well? I don't have all day."

[visiongirl]

She nods a little. "It's hard to lose someone, I mean, I'm an only child so I don't totally get the sibling thing, but it's always hard. He'd want you to keep going, though."

[capsulecorp]

She couldn't of heard him right. Which is why she hasn't moved to get any supplies just yet. Did he just -- he never agrees to anything that easily. Just when she thinks she has him figured out he throws her a curveball. She never knows what to make him.

At the impatient tone she huffs a little before downing the last of her beer and then getting up.

"Well, I wouldn't want to keep his Royal Highness waiting."

She disappears only to come back with bandages and other supplies. She sits down next to him before pouring some peroxine on cotton.

"I have to clean them first. It's going to sting."

[saiyan]

He's still in the same position when she returns, hunched over his knees on the edge of the couch, muscled back bared for her to tend to.

"Just do it whatever it is you intend on doing."

Honestly. His tolerance for pain was through the roof. Although... It probably would sting, because Vegeta was keeping his ki low so that she'd be able to tend to his wound without his body going battle ready. Bleeding or cut open or not, Vegeta's skin would have about as much give as a rock to her human hands if he kept his power level up. In truth, keeping it down was taking a great deal of concentration.

[zorro]

Mamoru noticed the redheaded girl, too. She's someone he's seen frequently in Usagi's company when she isn't with the group of girls he's almost certain are the other senshi. He's not so bold as to ask, and would honestly rather suspect than have confirmation of. She can't be at fault for him knowing if he never asks, if she never provides him with the certainty that the friends she has outside of her usual circle are planetary guardians.

"Sailor V?"

The name sounds familiar, somehow. Was Sailor V a senshi who'd yet to make the scene or someone else entirely? And, on that note, why did she have her own video game?

[alias_savant]

"No, they didn't. She was criticized her entire life for it." He eyes some of the pieces available for the moment, before glancing back to her. "Do you know the story of Susanna, from the Book of Daniel?"

[capsulecorp]

She humps a little before she begins to bend down and work on cleaning up his wounds. Can Saiyans even get infections? She doesn't really know but it seems like good to not to take any risks. It surprises her that he would trust her this much.

Especially considering he doesn't seem to trust anyone.

But soon enough she finishes cleaning them up and starts applying the bandages. At the very least it'll keep the blood from getting everywhere.

[saiyan]

They can't, not really, but notice how he failed to tell her it wasn't necessary. Whether he's letting her carry on with such unnecessary things because it'll appears her or cater to some budding, begrudging acceptance of her presence is up in the air. But he's sucking in a sharp breath through clenched teeth when the antiseptic touches his wound and stings, just as she warned him it would.

He'll deny making the sound should she ever bring it up.

Curious, he turns his head watch her as she applies bandages to the wounds on his back. She went from hotheaded and brash to gentle and caring at the drop of a hat.

Fascinating. (So fascinating, that he forgets he's staring.)

[capsulecorp]

She smirks a little as he hisses at the sting. "I told you it would hurt." No, she can't resist the urge to tell him "I told you so" but at least it's mostly in good humor. Mostly.

It surprises her what a good patient he's being. Even more when he turns his head to watch her. Although Bulma is no fighter herself she's spent enough years around them to learn how to patch things up pretty well.

Eventually, the staring gets to her a little and she speaks again. "What? Am I not doing it to your liking or something?"

She never knows how quite to read him. (Maybe that's part of why she likes to push his buttons, to see how he might react).

[saiyan]

"No," he answers. "Were you doing anything I disapproved of, you would know it."

She wouldn't be this close to him. Allowing her to get within close proximity to him with his guard down (literally, his ki would barely register on the senses of those trained to sense power levels) spoke volumes he wasn't sure she understood. Volumes he wasn't sure he wanted to her (or himself) to understand.

"Am I bothering you?"

[capsulecorp]

She realizes he doesn't tend to trust easily. That much seems pretty obvious and she tries to respect it because from the little she knows, she guesses that makes sense.

"No. If you bothering me, you would know it." She parrots his own works back at him. And it's true. While she may not have the strength he does she tends to be very loud and opinionated when things bother her. She's never been one to bite her tongue.

[saiyan]

He watches her carefully, as if she's a series of screens caught between transition slides about to change at any moment. Watching doesn't seem to give way to anything he's looking for however, and he relinquishes his staring with a sigh, resting his chin in his hands.

"You're perplexing."

[capsulecorp]

"How am I perplexing?"

She's finishing up taping up the bandages. At the very least it'll keep from blood getting everywhere, if nothing else.

[saiyan]

"There's a hole in your bedroom wall the size of my fist, yet you're taking the time to treat my injuries. It's contradictory. You ought to be withholding treatment."

Not that he needs it or is complaining, he's just confused. Vegeta has a hard time discerning what she wants from him, something he finds as frustrating as it is fascinating. It's been a long time since someone's been able to elude him with their intentions before -- or, perhaps, it's that he's never really encountered anyone who's shown him any measure of real kindness. It's baffling.