Open RP: Shipping Memes

[stolethesky]

MUSELIST

A. IMPORTANT SHIPPING TROPES

Shamelessly stolen from here.



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1. fake dating
2. secret dating
3. being locked in a room or trapped in a small space
4. huddling for warmth
5. being on the brink of admitting their feelings for one another only to be interrupted
6. finishing each other’s sentences or knowing what the other is about to say
7. touching foreheads
8. wearing each other’s clothes
9. accidentally getting really close and staring meaningfully at each other for a few seconds too long
10. channeling the inner romcom and having an epiphany about how much they care about each other and RACING TO CONFESS THEIR LOVE
11. now or never kiss
12. height differences
13. defending each other to scathing tertiary or otherwise minor characters when the other isn't around
14. reincarnation/time loop/time travel shenanigans
15. dramatically saving each other from certain death or barely surviving something that almost makes the other break down and just smirking wearily and mumbling flippant smartass remarks to HIDE THE DEPTH OF THEIR FEELINGS
16. undercover as lovers, the classic
17. ALMOST KISSING. like getting so close that they start to close their eyes and hold their breath and then SOMETHING HAPPENS and they jump apart, that is MORE VALUABLE THAN ANY ACTUAL KISSING
18. casually sitting on each other’s laps during ensemble cast conversations or scenes

B. CUDDLES

1. SWEET DREAMS. It's been a long day and all you want to do is sleep or just rest your eyes for a bit. Hopefully whoever is close by doesn't mind if you use them as a blanket.
2. STORMY WEATHER. The heavy rain, thunder, and lightning won't be letting up anytime soon. Luckily, it's the perfect weather to stay indoors and snuggle up close and keep warm.
3. SLOW DANCE. It's the end of a party, or maybe it's only the two of you, but the tempo is slow and the lights are low. Let your dance partner take the weight and just sway.
4. SURPRISE ATTACK. Time to invade someone's personal sapce. Are they working too much and need a distraction? Maybe you just wanted to brighten their day. Either way, they won't see it coming.
5. MOVIE NIGHT. It can be on the sofa or in a darkened theater, but you've got your popcorn and someone to settle against during your favorite movie.
6. I LOVE YOU, MAN. It's totally platonic, really. You're just very good friends, no matter what people like to think. But you just love your friend so much you want to hug them, whether they like it or not.
7. JEEPERS CREEPERS. Welp. You were just frightened. Was it a spider in the washroom, a ghost in the attic, a bad dream? Either way, you're looking for someone to cling to right now, and who better than that person right there?
8. HURT AND COMFORT. Whether you're sick in bed, just been dumped, or suffered a traumatic event, you need someone to wrap their arms around you and make everything go away.
9. SUNDAY MORNING. Maybe you just had a wild night. Maybe there's just not enough space at your place and you need to share your bed. Or maybe you just got really tired and someone else happened to be there. Doesn't matter because now the person with you looks way more comfortable than any blanket or pillow. Drape to your heart's content.
10. MOMENT AFTER. You just had incredible, vigorous sex and if you weren't a cuddler before, you are now. You're probably too exhausted to do anything else anyway. Just enjoy the moment.
11. PLAYER'S CHOICE. Pick one or make up your own!

C. HURT/COMFORT

1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though.
6. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to make up.
7. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
8. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheat on, abuse, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
9. LOSS. You've experienced a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.

D. INTIMACY

1. PHYSICAL INTIMACY. It might just be innocent touches or it might be during sex.
2. LONG CONVERSATIONS. Honest words can be more intimate than touch.
3. DRUNK. You're oversharing or simply maudlin.
4. FORCED INTIMACY. Magic. A truth serum, whatever - you didn't mean to bare your soul, but that is precisely what you're doing right now.
5. SLOW-DANCING. There is something inherently intimate about trusting someone else to lead you, and someone trust you to lead them.
6. OTHER. Intimacy can come in many forms. Pick your poison.

Comments

for Sally;

[alionsheart]

Shipping tropes: being on the brink of admitting their feelings for one another only to be interrupted

He doesn't know how much time has passed since they were on that ship hurtling through space together. He doesn't know how he even remembers her, because everyone always told him the memories go away when you leave. Will she remember? Will this ever even work? It's foolish to think on it, perhaps, but he figures out how to take the train to the city she'd spoken of living in. Maybe she's not even there, maybe he'll never find her.

And yet...he does. Against all odds, he finds her, and there's a spark of something in her eyes - he hopes it's recognition - and he surges forward, cupping her face in his hands, the words ready to leave his lips in an instant, except they're suddenly interrupted by a car spinning out of control up ahead, colliding with a fire hydrant and sending the entire block into chaos.

o no cute

[unmakes]

It's absolutely recognition, utterly bittersweet. She's thrilled to see him, thrilled to remember his existence at all, but there's a downright horrible twist in her gut when she realizes she ever forgot in the first place. It's hazy, all of it, but Robin's the clearest part by far.

And then she's dropping her groceries hastily on the top step of her house and abandoning the fumble for her keys in favor of darting down the steps and a small stretch of sidewalk to meet him. Her own hands lift to the backs of the hands he immediately has on her face, wrapping around them as if to hold them in place. For once, Sally's at a total loss for words. Instead comes an exhale of involuntary laughter and a grin to match, wide and utterly impossible to suppress.

But then comes the screeching, the honking, the crash. Her gaze jerks to the scene of the wreck, her hands still hanging onto his at about face-height despite her face no longer being in them. "Shit," she breathes - she doesn't know them, but that still does not look good, and what if they hit someone?!

She glances his way again, anxious and torn. Like, if she goes to help them is he gonna disappear? Sally wouldn't be able to handle that, not right when she finally remembers. But she also can't just not help.

"C'mon," she urges, backing up a step, then lets go of his hands and turns to jog briskly off toward the crash.

I know they are so cute already :3

[alionsheart]

Even though Robin has always been the type more than eager to help without a moment's pause, he finds himself hesitating briefly, also fearing that if they pull away from one another now, the separation will be irreparable. But he's here now, he reminds himself; he found her, and nothing can part them again, not while he still draws breath.

They need to help in some way, if they can, and her insistence on doing so is yet another reason why he's so terribly fond of her. In love with her.

He keeps pace with her, following closely behind until they make it to the car that's crashed. The driver is making some groaning sounds, sitting up a bit. There's a gash on his forehead, and he's certainly injured, but it's enough assurance as to his well-being for Robin to shift to the other side, looking to see if anyone on the sidewalk has been hit. A few moments later, he walks back, his jacket wet from the hydrant yet to be shut off, but there's a smile of utter relief on his face. "No one else was hurt," he tells her, and he can already hear sirens approaching in the distance.

[unmakes]

By the time she hears the sirens, she's already pulled out her phone with intent to call for help, but apparently someone was one step ahead of her. And now Robin's back, and his words are a huge relief but if they're being honest, it's his grin that has her grinning too. It gives her a retroactive little twist in her gut, how close she came to never even realizing she'd never see that grin again.

But the moment of relief and smiles and slightly prolonged eye contact's interrupted as the driver unbuckles his seat belt with intent to get out. Sally's in motion in an instant, jogging over to that side of the door to grab the door and close it a little around the guy's leg. Enough to block him, not hurt him.

"Hey, hey - I don't think you're supposed to move," she says, sounding more concerned than authoritative as she fires a glance down the street toward where the ambulance will hopefully be coming from. Sally's no nurse, but she lives with two of them and this guy has a head injury - he should be sitting still, right? Or is that just a spine thing?

Another glance drifts Robin's way. She can't help it, she has to check ever few seconds to make sure he hasn't disappeared into thin air or something.

[alionsheart]

It's hard to believe any of this is real, because it's been a dream in his heart for so long, and now Sally is within arm's reach, yet the distractions are numerous enough right now that he can't simply focus entirely on her the way he would want. Though her smile is like pure warmth and sunshine surrounding his heart, taking his breath away for a moment.

But then he hears her advising the man against moving, and Robin rejoins her, standing close yet not quite touching.

"Best not to move," Robin agrees, and it helps that the man is so disoriented he doesn't protest much. "The medics are nearly here."

In fact, he can see the ambulance turning the corner now, and he instantly feels better, taking a few steps back to give them room.

for Regina; B. Sweet Dreams

[alionsheart]

[ She's been having nightmares lately, and it worries him to no end. He's not always certain what she's dreaming of, though sometimes she cries out for him, and it's like a knife through his heart, reminding him that only a year ago, he'd let her go; not because he truly wanted to, but because everything was so complicated. His wife was back, he had to remain true to his vows.

But it's all worked out for the best now, his heart lighter in his chest, until she whimpers in her sleep again, and Robin shifts closer, tightening his hold on her and whispering against her ear. ]

Regina, it's alright. I'm here, I have you.

[unhappilyeverafter]

[Not so long ago, there would’ve been nobody to hold her through her nightmares. And she would have woken up in an empty bed, in an empty house, with a heart that feels just the same. But this time, when Regina finds herself awakening, she feels that strong, protective hold around her middle, and as soon as her fears surface, they begin to dissipate.

She exhales a long sigh as she rests one hand against the arm that cradles her, stroking her fingers against the soft skin. He calms her, just by being there. She only wishes the nightmares would never haunt her in the first place.

Slowly, she tilts her head back, needing to be doubly sure he’s with her. She sees his profile in the soft moonlight, and she smiles just gently. Her heart feels just that little lighter for being reminded he’s here with her, holding her.]

Yes, you are.

[alionsheart]

[ He knows at least a few of her nightmares involve him leaving her - or he suspect that anyway, with the way she says his name, and the guilt weighs on his heart to this day still. He loves her so much, and he'll spend the rest of his life proving that to her, proving he won't ever leave her.

Relieved when she rouses from the bad dream, Robin presses a tender kiss to her temple, reaching to lace their fingers together. ]

Are you alright, love?

[unhappilyeverafter]

[Anything that she feels in the dream fall away when he holds her like this, and the kiss only makes her smile wider, comforted by his presence.]

Yes, I'm alright. [She might not have been back then, but that's all in the past.] I didn't wake you, did I?

[She shifts just slowly onto her back, as to not break his hold. She wants to look upon his face and take a moment to enjoy their time together. Not just because of all that had happened, but because it was a rare moment in which they were truly alone. No Roland or Henry needing them to be parents.]

[alionsheart]

[ He can almost feel the tension drain from her, and it soothes his worry as his lips move to press to her forehead. ]

It's alright, I couldn't simply rest knowing your mind was so troubled, darling.

[ The moonlight casts a beautiful glow upon her face, and he indulges himself, eyes raking over her beautiful form, grateful all over again that they're here together. ]

Do you know how much I utterly adore you?

For Robin

[leftenantmills]

Shipping tropes: huddled for warmth.

She isn't sure how long she's been in the Enchanted Forest now, but she tried to keep track at first, had a pen with her and marked tallies in a notebook every time the sun went down. After thirty-seven, Robin finds her, and after fifty-three, she stops. Now, she just writes with a pen that's quickly losing ink in a notebook quickly running out of space. It's only a small thing that fits in her back pocket. She writes what she was doing when she woke up here; running through the underground tunnels of the police station, seeing the brightest light she thinks she's ever seen, and then being in a forest on the ground. No matter what direction she'd gone when she recovered, there was no Sleepy Hollow. No Ichabod. No anyone. The forest was endless, and then she'd found a village.

A village because there was no electricity, no running water, and the people looked at her like she had three heads. It was the clothes, she guessed. The gun and badge. The villagers were dressed like way before Little House on the Prairie times. Even before Ichabod's time. Then she caught the name - the Enchanted Forest, and she tried to blend in when the queen, a woman who seemed more bully than regal threatened to kill people if a woman named Snow White wasn't handed over.

That's when Abbie headed back out into the woods. Because that was insane.

But now it's been a while, she's dressed like those people in the village she'd seen, and she's camping in the woods with a guy named Robin Hood and his legit merry men. She's had to pause a few times and be very glad that it doesn't seem racism is a thing (at least between black and white), because no one's seemed put out by the color of her skin, no one's been unkind to her because of it, and she's grateful.

Winter though? Winter sucks. It's not something she's at all prepared for. Blankets are in short supply but she manages to get one and goes to Robin's tent. She's for damn sure not going to freeze out here.

"Got something we can share," she announces, and then she's huddling up with him, trying not to think about furnaces and space heaters.

[alionsheart]

Abbie is a strange and wonderful mystery to Robin. There have been times he knows for sure she can't be from this kingdom, but he gathers that any explanation on the matter might simply confuse him, hence her reluctance to shed any further light. He supposes it doesn't matter how she came to be here, because she's here now, and as far as Robin is concerned, she's one of his people now, someone he's vowed to protect.

"You're kind to share," he smiles, wrapping his arms around her. "There's a village half a day's walk from here, and they'll have room and board." He might be the type to live in the woods, but he's also pragmatic, and when it's this cold, it's not safe. "A fireplace, if we're lucky."

[leftenantmills]

He sounds so much like Robin sometimes that it makes her heart twist, but she's mostly been able to shove that aside when it happens.

"I wouldn't mind the heat," she admits, though she feels bad about not having any currency here. The bills and coins that had been in her pockets didn't cut it here. Though maybe the silver would. She hasn't tried.

Abbie hasn't spoken much about how she came to be here, but it hasn't escaped her that the woods, where everything started with Moloch, is where she'd ended up. Different woods, but still woods, and maybe there's a reason. Maybe they're two worlds connected.

"Can I ask you a question? About this...place."

[alionsheart]

"Of course. I can't promise I'll have an answer, but I'll certainly try," he smiles softly.

Her manner of speech is sometimes foreign to him, which is another source of occasional confusion, but he's enjoyed her company nonetheless.

a peanut for a peanut. (spoilers for any spectators)

[rummage]

sleepless nights & cuddles

It's easy to fall into step with another nightmare, even though she has conquered the Dark herself. Rey is desperate for sleep, unsure how much she has gotten recently. She leaves the base to find Luke Skywalker soon, but for now, she must recuperate, find her bearings, discuss plans with Chewie and Artoo.

It's late, she is certain, though she knows not what time it is anymore. The corridors are quiet when she steps out of her small quarters. She knows Finn is nearby and while she would rather not lean on him or bother him during a time like this, her bare feet seem to act before her brain, tiptoeing her way towards where she knows he sleeps.

Peeking around the corner, Rey slips into his quarters, kneeling next to his bed. She folds her arms over the edge and taps his arm lightly.

[rebelspark]

He's had his share of nightmares now and then; troubled dreams interrupting his sleep so that some nights he only manages a few hours at a time. Part of his restlessness is also a result of adjusting to a new place, a new life, a new...purpose. Just a week ago, he'd been a Stormtrooper, trained to do one thing. It had never felt right. But this, this place, these people...this feels right.

Rey feels right.

Which is why, when he feels a tap on his arm, he's only too happy to twist and see who's there. It's either Poe or Rey. He'd been dozing, but not deeply enough to care that he's awake now. The fact that it's Rey here means something's up, so his focus shifts to her.

"You okay?" His voice is soft, but gentle.

[rummage]

"Not really," Rey admits, deciding not to put on a front this evening, a sad smile on her lips. She doesn't look at him right away, as if embarrassed to make such an admission.

"I am sorry I woke you," she adds, though she can't help but be happy that he is awake because now she has someone else to talk to. She can't remember the last time she ever experienced such a comfort. "Been dreaming, that's all."

Rey does not go into detail, simply letting her expression speak for itself, a furrowed brow with a wrinkled mouth. At least she has stopped shaking.

[rebelspark]

Oh no, she's not getting away with that; apologizing to him? She has nothing to be sorry for, and he's determined to assure her of that swiftly. Sitting up, Finn reaches out for one of her hands. It's different than before, when they were running for their lives, when his hand clasped onto hers without warning or preamble. He takes her hand, but it's a gentle and unassuming touch, covering her whole hand for just a moment before seeking to tangle their fingers together. His whole life, he's been deprived of this: a simple touch. And he's realizing, quickly, how much it means just to have this connection. Maybe it doesn't mean the same thing to her, but...he thinks it does. Even if she wouldn't really admit that out loud.

And with the look on her face, and her admission to him, he thinks just touching like this could help.

"Bad dreams," he says knowingly, not needing to ask. Her eyes confirm that already. "A lot of bad stuff happened, it's hard not to dream about it all. I think if it just sits around in your head and you don't talk about it, it'll get worse."

childhood sweethearts / modern au / intimacy. ( uwu )

[rummage]

She likes it here.

Rey spends her days under cars, tinkering and fixing. The mechanic's shop is all she has lately, doing business as usual. It was a wonder she had gotten the job, with barely an education having dropped out of school before graduation, but she had proven herself after some unofficial training. This small town is where she has settled in the meantime, unsure where to place her roots.

As a foster child, she had floated from house to house with barely a connection to any of these people. There were some friends along the way, and their memories shine the brightest in her mind, but she puts them on the backburner for now. After all, there is an orange Corvett roadster to rebuild today.

Rey slides out from under her pet project when she hears the bells chime from the front desk. Covered in grease, she barely wipes the oil stains from her cheeks and hands with an already dirtied towel as she shoulders her way into the front office.

"Sorry for the wait."

[rebelspark]

Finn is just passing through. Or, he thinks he is, anyway. Maybe there will be something about this tiny town that makes sticking around a little longer than usual seem worth it. It's happened before, anyway; he never would have thought there was much of anything good about Bristol, Rhode Island either, but there'd been a few odd jobs he'd been able to pick up for a while. Plus, the food was amazing and he loved the chance to be near the coast. Just for a little while.

But like always, he never sticks around for long. Finn had been in foster care, too, but at age sixteen, he'd had enough. So he'd run away, figuring no one would really miss him anyway. That's all he's been doing the last few years: moving from place to place, staying longer in some towns than others. He can't afford much more than a beaten down, twenty-year old car, but it gets the job done. Except for today.

"Don't worry about it," he waves off the apology with a smile. "Looks like it's a busy day here?" All the grease she's covered in - he figures she's working on a lot of cars.

[rummage]

It is a dusty town in the middle of nowhere. Rey doesn't mind the dirt so much, letting it cover her shoes, her car, her house, her hair – so long as her cars remain as clean as a whistle. Those things are better off gleaming in the sun. It is something to be proud of, to make something out of nothing, mere spare parts. Most of her customers are satisfied when they aren't trying to swindle her into an unfair deal.

She knows what her work is worth now, at least, or she thinks she does.

With her goggles over face still, she doesn't immediately recognize him, though something in the pit of her stomach tells her that this – this is different. Rey tries not to let it on so quickly, swallowing as she lowers her head to try to work the goggles off her head.

"Busy enough," she mumbles with a shrug of her shoulder. "Can I help –" Looking up finally, her head jerks back with a start and she clears her throat. "–help you?"

potentially cuddles / au

[dendrites]

[ queen elsa does not mind the chill of hoth. she almost welcomes it, more than anyone else here it seems. her stay here will not be long, as they must cover the fact that the senator was here at all. secretly aiding the rebellion while she ensure her kingdom is out of the empire's sight is not an easy task.

as arendelle is a neighbor to alderaan, elsa has known leia for quite some time, which is why she messages her this evening. ]

Hello, Princess. Are you warm enough?

[useagoodkiss]

[ They are both strong women, natural leaders. But leading means never bending or breaking openly, never speaking of thoughts that trouble more than they soothe. They have each other for this, though. They always have. It's why a message from Elsa feels like a steady embrace. ]

Nearly.

[ With anyone else, Leia would be quick to respond with an affirmative, leaving no room for doubt. With Elsa, she can be honest, free. ]

[dendrites]

[ the honesty, she appreciates. having a space to be as open as she can, especially when she cannot currently access her sister, not when she knows that their channels are closely monitored. communicating through text is not her favorite form, but it will have to do for now. ]

What troubles you?

[useagoodkiss]

[ Death is a natural consequence of their actions. They cannot hope to win against the Empire without enduring much loss, and though she's hardened herself to the grief, her thoughts are troubled at times in spite of her efforts. ]

We've lost so many already.

[ She cares about these people, all of them, but the truth is that one loss in particular would be unimaginable: Elsa. She can't lose her. And yet, she knows she shouldn't regard Elsa's life more highly than anyone else's. She knows she shouldn't let herself feel this way because doing so only opens up the possibility of more pain. And pain disrupts one's thoughts, ruins effectiveness as a leader. ]