Open Post 2016 2017 Edition

[likeabulldozer]

☻Pick one of my characters or drop any of your characters in and get a random choice.
☻Pick a scenario or use RNG (or make one up if you don't see what you want here).
☻Have fun!

I. Roadtrip

1. BREAK DOWN. Oh snap. Your car decided to break down out in the middle of nowhere. WHAT DO? Is that Leather-face? Will this be "Children of the Corn"?
2. HITCHHIKERS? Is this even a good idea? Threads may also have a third participant. Go wild.
3. WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST HIT? Dude, I hear deer mess up cars... Or I think that was a deer...
4. DON'T MAKE ME TURN THIS CAR AROUND. Alas. You're the parent or disgruntled friend who has had it up to here with all the fighting in the back. This thread may also have a third or even fourth participant, if you can wing it.
5. OMG, I WANT TO TAKE A PICTURE OF THIS LANDMARK! No, no, and no. You tell that person that they're going to be driven around and they're going to like it.
6. THE GREAT ESCAPE. Either dinosaurs or the moth-man is chasing you. Don't stop now.
7. MAKE OUT. For whatever reason, the person you're traveling with in the car. You would love to make out with them and then some.



II. 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 space. 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!

III. Hurt/Comfort

1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little paper-cut. 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.

IV. Texts from Last Night

1.Go here
2. Make Magic happen

V. Intimacy

1. PHYSICAL INTIMACY. It might just be innocent touches or it might be foreplay.
2. LONG CONVERSATIONS. Honest words can be more intimate than touch.
3. DRUNK. You're over-sharing 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.

VI. SENTINEL GUIDE

Prompts
oo1. The Meeting:
How did you meet? Was it at an event organized specifically for finding your other half? By accident? Did you follow a mystical calling to them? Some other way?

oo2. Rejection:
Sometimes Sentinels or Guides propose a match but it's just not perfect. You don't feel the pull or maybe you think there is someone better or maybe you're already claimed. Maybe you were claimed and someone better came along?

oo3. Protection:
Sentinels are meant to protect Guides, any Guides, but it's even worse when they feel their Guide is in danger. They go feral; blind to anything but stopping and killing whoever threatened their Guide or the bond. Maybe someone attacked your Guide or you haven't bonded yet and you feel threatened or maybe you're the one doing the threatening. Whatever the reason, Sentinels in a feral state are dangerous and only their Guides can stop them.

oo4. Lost:
Sentinels often lose themselves in their senses. Either you're a Sentinel who has lost themselves or a Guide that has stumbled on one or a friend trying to draw them out. Unbonded Sentinels will find it hard to escape without a Guide. Or maybe you're bonded already which means you just need yours to come home.

005. Persecution:
Sometimes normal people or the government fear the power of Guides and Sentinels. Guides are empaths, feeling the emotions and sometimes passing thoughts of others and it can make people feel violated. Sentinels often have enhanced strength, which can make them dangerous. So they scorn them, hurt them or in the case of governments, regulate them.

oo6. Old-School:
Guides used to be treated on the same level as slaves. Unable to work unless their Sentinel said. Not allowed out on their own. They used to wear collars and couldn't own land or inherit money. Maybe the old ways haven't completely fallen out of style.

oo7. Unbonded:
Nothing sucks more than being an unbonded Guide or Sentinel. Always looking for your other half to fill that empty feeling but you probably have friends that aren't your match or who are trying to set you up with someone. Maybe you're skeptical about the whole love at first sight thing and haven't been looking.

oo8. Wildcard: Some mish-mash of the above or anything else you can come up with!



Other Options
Don't like any of the above? Here are some other options:

1. Picture Prompt: go here or any of your other favorite picture sites. Leave me a few pictures and I'll set something up.
2. Pick a prompt from this prompt tumblr or try googling OTP prompts
3. Insomnia! One or both of you can't sleep. Be awake together.
4. Leave me a scenario, lyrics, a word or a quote

Comments

For Eric

[theycalledmeacurse]

Ending up in the middle of nowhere in Western Europe hadn't been on her list of things to do, but Rogue hadn't really had much say in the matter when that portal had opened up and dumped her in a field outside some small French village. She supposed she had to be grateful that she at least spoke the language of the place she'd ended up, or things could have been a lot worse. Still, with no money, no identification, and no idea of where to go, things were pretty bad in their own right. Because this was definitely not her world.

Vampires. That had been her first clue that things were a little different here. And by clue she meant big flashing neon sign. Because vampires were out in the open, generally accepted by people, and that substitute blood was found in every big market she passed. And if she was being honest with herself, she was a little angry that people that died during the day and had to drink blood to survive were more accepted in this world than mutants had ever been in her own world.

That was her second clue - no mutants. She was one of a kind, a strange new variety of monster that would have to hide who and what she was for the rest of her life, however long that turned out to be. She wasn't giving up though; she'd survived years of torture and the literal end of her entire world, she could survive this too. Starting over wouldn't be so bad, living a quiet life somewhere and doing her best to be 'normal'.

Or it could be a living hell. Hard to say, really.

Either way, she'd gotten her hands on a little money and after a few rounds of cards with some locals, had scrounged up enough for some decent clothes and a train ticket to a decent-sized city. Or so she'd thought. Maybe she'd read the schedule wrong, or maybe the staff just didn't like Americans, because the last stop turns out to be a little station that was miles from her destination, and at eleven o'clock at night she has the options of sleeping at the station or walking along the road, maybe trying to hitch a ride.

She chooses walking.

[vikingly]

Eric is constantly surprised by how many different kinds of beings there are in the world. He'd assumed after so many centuries walking the earth he'd seen and heard of everything. The world constantly proved him wrong. At the end of the day, survivors were the only ones left and Eric appreciated someone who could survive because he's a survivor as well. Having a chance to start over is always a blessing, Eric thinks, but then he's started over many, many times in his life.

After everything with the vampire authority had gone down, Eric had moved out of Louisiana. He'd come to France for that fresh start as well. He's got a small wine bar in a little town in France. He's just closed up and is taking stock of the town, trying to while away his hours when he catches sight of a woman he doesn't recognize (from behind) walking along the side of the road. He slows his car, a little red convertible, and pulls to a stop next to her.

"Awfully late for a woman to be out by herself," he says in French.

[theycalledmeacurse]

Rogue grips the strap of her duffel bag a little tighter when she hears the car, not quite trusting anyone regardless of their species, but fully realizing that she'd have to give a little on the matter if she was going to make it in this place. It was going to be a while yet before she could be her old self-sufficient self, and seeing as she probably had another good ten miles to go, she might as well start taking her chances now.

That's why she stops when the car does, listening to that perfect French before tucking her two-toned hair behind her ears and turning to face that little red car and the absolutely gorgeous man driving it.

"I'm not afraid of the dark," she responds in French with a smile, her pronunciation perfect even if her natural southern drawl slipped in to ruin the effect.

[vikingly]

Trust shouldn't be something that's given easily. Too much damage can be done when someone gives their trust. However, she is going to have to levy a certain amount of trust if she wants to survive.

When she turns, if Eric had breath, he would lose it. He knows it's not Sookie. she doesn't smell like Sookie, but except for the hair, she could be Sookie's twin. It's probably obvious from the look on his face that he's quite taken by surprise.

He can tell she's not from here, but her French is fantastic. "All the same," he starts. "I could drop you somewhere if you like."

[theycalledmeacurse]

The surprise written across his face when he sees her is unexpected. It was almost like there was something about her that he recognized, though she was entirely certain that she'd never met anyone like him in her entire life. It was a little intriguing, though, and even thought it was smarter to just keep going and forget about all of this, she just couldn't let herself do that.

"I honestly don't know what's around here," she answers, still wearing that smile. "The train dropped me off back there," with a nod toward where she'd walked from, "but it wasn't exactly what I had in mind. I was trying to get to the city, or at least find somewhere to stay the night."

She's worked long and hard to perfect her French over the years, even teaching it to middle and high school students once she got good enough. It's a point of pride for her, really, and she's always loved using it.

[vikingly]

"Ah," he nods a bit. "The train does that. Unfortunately, the commercial area never quite grew out to the train station. We like our vineyards more than we like commercial properties," he tells her. "There are a few bed and breakfasts I can take you to that I'm sure would be happy to have you."

And, selfishly, he wants to know where this girl is staying so that he can out more about her and why she looks so much like Sookie.

She's come to the right place then. She'll get plenty of chance here. Most people here know English, but prefer to speak their native French when possible.

[theycalledmeacurse]

"That's very kind of you, thank you," she responds, the smile growing because a bed and breakfast sounds absolutely perfect. Any bed sounds perfect, really, she was tired after the traveling and walking, not having gotten back her full strength yet after being imprisoned for so long.

The area they were in wasn't much to look at in the dark, but she might have to explore the vineyards a little before continuing on her way. She'd always wanted to visit this part of France, really see the way people lived, but she and Remy had only ever gotten to Paris before the war had started. Might as well make the best of the opportunities she was being presented with now.

[vikingly]

Eric nods, still not able to really process the shock of this woman looking so very much like Sookie. He reaches across the car and opens the door for her without getting out of the car himself. He watches her intently as she gets in, looking for body language and gestures that look like Sookie. For the most part, there are none. She simply looks like her and speaks French with a slight Southern drawl that isn't quite Louisiana but definitely the American South.

The vineyards are beautiful. Of course, Eric only sees them at night, but he enjoys them none the less. He likes this part of France. The last time he was here was during World War II. It hadn't been the best time for exploring, particularly not as he was impersonating a Nazi officer. "I'm Eric Northman," he introduces himself. "What brings you to France?" he asks as he puts the car in gear and begins to drive forward.

[theycalledmeacurse]

There's an element to the way he's looking at her that almost bothers her, but not quite. He's studying her for some reason, watching as if waiting for a sign of something, but she doesn't know what. Couldn't even begin to guess. So she just slides into the car when he opens the door, setting her small duffel in the floorboard at her feet. Her movements aren't as easy and graceful as they once were, her body still recovering from farther travel than anyone here knew, not to mention the things she'd gone through before leaving her world.

"Marie LeBeau," she answers in return as the wind picks up a bit from the top being down. It's a warm night, though, and she enjoys being out under the stars. It was so much better than those three years of never seeing the sky. "I usually go by Rogue, but you choose which to call me. I didn't exactly plan to come to France, I usually live in New York, but I just sort of... landed here." It was a deliberate word choice. When telling lies, it was best to stick close to the truth so you didn't slip up and get caught.

[vikingly]

"And where does the nickname come from?" Eric asks as they pick up speed a little. He's not driving too fast simply because he wants time to figure this girl out. She's human; he's certain of that, but there's something else about her. Maybe it's just she looks so much like Sookie.

He nods a little, brow furrowing. "So you just picked a flight and took it?" There's something off about her words. He's not confrontational, merely curious.

[theycalledmeacurse]

If they weren't going as fast as they could, Rogue doesn't notice - it had been a while since she'd had a leisurely drive, and she's more focused on the questions Eric was asking her. "I was on my own for a while when I was seventeen, after I left home," she tells him. "It was a rough time for me, and Rogue just stuck afterward." It wasn't a lie, just not the whole story.

She glances over at him and then turns away again, her tone turning a little darker as she continues, "I didn't really have much choice in the destination or traveling period."

[vikingly]

Eric prefers leisurely drives. If he really wants to get somewhere fast, he can always fly. He nods a little. "That's young to leave home," he remarks. Assuming she's from this century anyway, it's young. He's, in a round about way, asking why she left home, but leaving room for her not to expound upon that if she doesn't want to.

"Oh really? That story sounds as if you need a drink to tell it and more time than we've got left in this drive."

[theycalledmeacurse]

Rogue had been able to fly once, for just a little while through borrowed powers. She'd be incredibly jealous if she knew Eric could do it at will.

She shrugged at his comment about her age, not really having much to say on the matter. He was right, she had been young at the time. There hadn't been any other option though.

Smirking, she looked over at him. "That sounds like you're hoping to continue this conversation elsewhere."

[vikingly]

It's one of his favorite powers to be honest and one that had taken him centuries to gain. It's terribly convenient as well.

Sometimes there weren't other options and she doesn't have to give him details. It was simply a commentary, not a prod for more information.

"Can you blame me?" he says slyly, obviously flirting with her.