Meme: [10] RP Meme

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10 OTPs
Note: These are NOT my top FANDOM OTPs - they are OTPs that I have played in games, PSLs or are in the process of fleshing out in order to do so. :)

✯ 10:

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Suzy/Sam [Moonrise Kingdom/NA]
{Kara Hayward & Jared Gilman}

Quote/Song/Summary that reminds me of them.

★ 9:

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Allison Rose/Bradley Thomas [Original/the_metroplex]
{Emilie de Ravin & Alex O'Laughlin}

Quote/Song/Summary that reminds me of them.

✯ 8:

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Tuck Henson/FDR [This Means War/PSL]
{Tom Hardy & Chris Pine}

Quote/Song/Summary that reminds me of them.

★ 7:

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Alessandra "Les" Morgan/Scott Richards [Original/PSL/Enchanted]
{Jessica Tovey & Paul Walker}

Quote/Song/Summary that reminds me of them.

✯ 6:

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Mallorie Miles/Eames [Inception/PSL]
{Marion Cotillard & Tom Hardy}

Quote/Song/Summary that reminds me of them.

★ 5:

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Piper Allison/Dominicus [Original/PSL/Enchanted]
{Josie Maran & David Boreanaz}

Quote/Song/Summary that reminds me of them.

✯ 4:

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Brendon Collins/Rico Balderas [Original/the_metroplex]
{Tom Hardy & Manolo Cardona}

Quote/Song/Summary that reminds me of them.

★ 3:

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Clarkie/Arthur [Layer Cake|Inception/PSL(s)]
{Tom Hardy & Joseph Gordon-Levitt}

Quote/Song/Summary that reminds me of them.

✯ 2:

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Arthur/Tony Stark [Inception|Iron Man/PSL]
{Joseph Gordon-Levitt & Robert Downey Jr.}

Quote/Song/Summary that reminds me of them.

★ 1:

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Arthur/Eames [Inception/the_postbox | PSL(s)]
{Joseph Gordon-Levitt & Tom Hardy}

Quote/Song/Summary that reminds me of them.



9 Friendships
In no particular order.

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Piper Allison & Jordan Davings [Original/PSL/Enchanted]
{Josie Maran & Eliza Dushku}

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Allison Rose & Brianna Davidson [Original/the_metroplex]
{Emilie de Ravin & Zuleikha Robinson}

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Clarkie (Eames) & Yusuf [Layer Cake|Inception/NA]
{Tom Hardy & Dileep Rao}

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Arthur & Mallorie [Inception/PSL (Heart In a Knot!verse]
{Joseph Gordon-Levitt & Marion Cotillard}

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Arthur & Chloe & Bri [Inception|Original/the_postbox]
{Joseph Gordon-Levitt & Unknowns}

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Jason Cummings & Scott Richards [Original/PSL/Enchanted]
{Shane West & Paul Walker}

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Arthur & Ariadne [Inception]
{Joseph Gordon-Levitt & Ellen Page}

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Brendon Collins & Courtney Montague [Original/the_metroplex]
{Tom Hardy & Marion Cotillard}

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Brendon Collins & Graham Jahnke [Original/the_metroplex]
{Tom Hardy & Timothy Olyphant}

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Brendon Collins & Alex Jameson [Original/the_metroplex]
{Tom Hardy & Chris Pine}



8 Favorite Faces

Men
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Joseph Gordon-Levitt

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Tom Hardy

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Taye Diggs

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Chris Pine


Women
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Marion Cotillard

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Jessica Tovey

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Josie Maran

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Anna Kendrick




7 Families

TBD



6 Characters

TBD



5 Ships I Want to Do

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Harry/Hermione
One of the very first OTPs I had.

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Sirius/Remus (or Sirius/Anyone)
Because Sirius was one of my favorite characters ever.

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Hermione/Anyone
Because Hermione is one AWESOME character. The end.

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Piper Halliwell/Cole Turner
Unconventional OTP. I loved the tentative relationship/friendship/hate ship they had.

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Van Montgomery/Cheyanne
I have a Van who is very, very lonely without his wife and daughter.



4 Favorite Plots

TBD



3 Plots You Want

TBD



2 Posts/Pieces of Writing

.1 ⇨ Written: AUG. 28TH, 2010
001 :: [PARTING FROM AN OLD FRIEND]
Verse: Original!Enchanted, Piper Allison & Adonis Counts

Written when I was trying to get my feet wet again and getting back into the much different headset of one of my favorite characters. She didn't stick around for very long after it but maybe one day I'll revisit it.

❝So, until we meet again, yeah?"

She looked away from the setting sun on the horizon and turned her gaze to the man standing next to her. He had barely aged at all since she was in high school. While he hadn't aged per se, he had most certainly changed. They both had.

He flicked the ash from his cigarette over the railing of the high rise balcony without looking in her direction. He merely remained resting his elbows on the cold and hard metal railing looking down as if watching the ash fall to the street down below before raising his gaze over the sprawling metropolis set before them. She took in his features, both the physical features and those that weren’t so obvious to the casual viewer. She could remember when his hair was longer and shaggier; looking more like a surfer than what was typical of a normal Louisiana resident. These days however, it was cropped short and his body was lean and strong. His eyes were the same blue hue but instead of the warmth and humor she had found in them years ago, these days they told a story of guilt, anger and an evil she had long since stopped speculating about. It was never discussed openly but it didn’t need to be – just like he didn’t need for her to explain her position in the Great War between Good and Evil. What appeared to be a man of thirty at her side was in reality a mid two-hundred year old vampire who had been known to the real world as Benjamin Counts. He had long since retired his human name in favor of the given name his Sire had bestowed upon him – Adonis. Blonde and blue eyed with a built body – it was no wonder the Greek God’s name was given to him. She remembered a time when his lack of modesty regarding his looks and attractiveness not only got on her nerves but was one she reluctantly felt fit his personality and his given name.

The death of his best friend and Sire had changed him in ways she could and would never be able to imagine nor even begin to understand. The man’s death had also changed her in many ways but deep down, she knew it was especially hard hitting for Adonis – they had had a connection that not many would understand unless you too were a vampire.

She tightened her hands slightly on the metal rail remembering one too many grins, smiles, laughter – everything she had tried for so long to forget about the man she too had lost and a best friend that had been more like a sister. She blinked a couple of times to rid the dust that had gotten into her eye (or at least that’s what she would say if anyone so much as asked or opened their mouth like Adonis tended to do) then turned her gaze back to the horizon once more. It was much easier this way; not being able to fully see him, making it easier to not feel as though she had been hit over the head with memories and thoughts she's held off on remembering for so long.

She finally responded after gathering her thoughts. "Yeah. Until we meet again.” If he needed her, she did have a private cell phone he could clearly call. Somehow she knew he already had the number although she had never given it out to anyone, let alone him. "You know how to get a hold of me," she turned to look at him then plucked the cigarette out of his fingers before taking a drag, releasing the smoke slowly.

She didn’t see him nod but she could sense it – she had known him for much too long. "I might have a job for you soon if you're interested," he said slowly, testing her responsiveness to the suggestion first. He knew how she worked; she didn’t work for any side other than her own when it came down to it. He took the cigarette from her fingers and took a final drag before stubbing it out on the railing.

She frowned slightly as he took it back and stubbed it out. She didn’t normally smoke but she did have to admit that it helped relax her and give her something to do with her hands. She stood there silently for a minute or two, mulling it over. "What sort of job?" She was hesitant. It wasn’t as though she disliked or even hated working with the man; she was just particular about the type of jobs she took on.

--

"I'll email you the information once it comes through. You can decide from there whether or not you want to take it," he replied smoothly - knowing or at least understanding her hesitation. His gaze turned to her finally and couldn’t help but compare this woman to the teenage girl he once knew - a girl who reminded him too much of himself and caused him constant irritation in the past. Where once all soft curves and a charming disposition were now a hard and tough personality and who could give many of his colleagues a run for their money. Despite his better judgment or what he may or may not say (particularly to her) - he does look out for her. His Sire had been in love with her - he barely talked about anything else other than her in those last months before it all happened - and he felt a sort of kinship with her, especially so after she had chosen her route after their deaths.

Nodding, she turned away from the now dark horizon and looked at him once more. "Right. I'm off then. Have a flight to Buenos Aires in a few hours."

He only nodded and let a fleeting smile cross his lips. "Always the traveler, Pip," he murmured, low enough for her to hear although the closest neighbor was several feet away, not to mention divided by cement, plaster and wood. He knew she went by another name these days - Alessandra De Luca, playing up her grandmother's side of the family he suspected - but he had first known her as Piper and thus will always be Piper to him.

She narrowed her gaze at him for his slip of the tongue but doesn't bother to correct him. She only nodded and stepped back inside his penthouse apartment located in downtown London before he could say anything else. Alessandra could feel the itch already settling in. It was this deep seated root of needing to be far, far away from anything that can or that reminds her of the past – an itch she can only satisfy by being on the next flight out to any where. If she could travel through time, she would surely take advantage of that as well. She had never dawdled in one place for too long - a year at most in certain places around the world was the longest she had stayed but she made sure she got out of the city as much as she could during that time.

She made it to Heathrow airport and with her bags checked in and a small carry on her person, she settled into a chair near the terminal to wait for her boarding call. It wouldn’t be until she was settled in her seat on the flight that she would properly feel better but this was certainly a stepping stone to that. Despite her best intention of not allowing Adonis to get to her, he had. She had spotted the photo of her and Jordan Davings on the wall of his apartment and she had definitely spotted the drawing he had hung over his fireplace – a drawing of the four of them. She closed her eyes for a moment while pinching the bridge of her nose before releasing a breath. She pushed aside the memories, the touches, the feelings and the underlying guilt that ate her up at night before opening her eyes again. She pulled her laptop out to do a little bit of work while she waited and pulled up one of her many email addresses that was used for private correspondence.

Piper,

Pi - fuck-what-is-wrong-with-you-child-that-you-had-to-change-your-name

I refuse- fuck it all

Lesandra,
It was, as always, good to see you again.

Thanks for your help this time around. Sure I couldn't have done it without someone who isn't afraid to smack me around a little.

I'll be in touch.
-A

Her lips quirked up before she realized it at his mention of smacking him around - that was definitely something she wasn't afraid of doing. She boarded the plane an hour later when they called her section number.

It was a complicated and often hostile friendship they had but it worked. They looked out for each other in the way only they could understand and appreciate. She supposed they could be considered each others family. That was if your idea of a family function was to help infiltrate a demonic circle, fight and kill off enemies and beat each other up when the other needed it. It was unconventional to be sure but she was okay with that. It wasn't the worse thing in the world after all.❞

.2 ⇨ Written: JUN. 19TH, 2012
[05] With Benefits
Verse: With Benefits; Arthur/Eames

Eames had disappeared for months and has only just returned.

❝It had surprised Arthur at how well they got along, how they worked with and around each other when they weren't just doing it for a job and weren't just fucking. They actually talked and found similar interests. They still teased each other and bantered on different subjects that they didn't necessarily see eye to eye but there was still a respect there for each other's interests.

Not to mention, the sex was fantastic.

When it came time for life to rear her ugly head again and Eames went off on the Kisserman job, Arthur stuck around for a few days until he too went off for a job (Carmichael in the States). After that had been tied up (two and a half weeks), Arthur had been sure Eames would be back by then. But when he arrived at the London house, it had been just as he left it with a fine layer of dust covering everything. Honestly, he hadn't expected to hear anything from Eames while he was working, it wasn't always the smartest choice to be in contact on different jobs, but when it had been three weeks, a month...he started feeling a little different.

First it was denial (no, the job is probably just wrapping up late), then it was anger (if he just wanted to break things off, he could have said something, the bastard) and then it took a far left turn to - something wasn't quite right about this. And honestly, it shouldn't have bothered him. They fucked. They had spent some amazing, quality time knowing and learning each other's bodies (and each other) and now -- now Eames could really have been burning his bridges (that had been the anger and pity talking). After a couple of calls from some extractors trying to get ahold of Eames (Arthur was the best at what he did and locating people was a specialty) and having no luck, Arthur knew it wasn't just him who hadn't heard a peep from Eames. It was the entire dream share community.

He exhausted all his resources trying to find anyone who knew anything. It wasn't like the forger to not take jobs and not be in contact with anyone (even if it wasn't Arthur). The entire situation seemed shady to him. It was needless to say that when Arthur was not on a job in other cities or other countries, he was at Eames' house, just waiting for the forger to come home. When he wasn't working and looking for him, he was doing anything to keep himself busy, perhaps to the point of exhaustion.

Arthur ran in the mornings, he had touched up the paint in a few of the rooms and even taught himself how to fix a leaky faucet. That drip had started to irritate the shit out of him. And before he realized it, it had been three months since he had last seen Eames and still Arthur was refusing to give up. He missed him. Christ, he missed Eames and just wanted to hear his voice again, wanted to kiss him and be held by him. Arthur wouldn't give up until he had confirmation that either Eames was alive or dead.

He had just been dozing on the couch in some sweat pants when he heard the jangle of keys. Ever concentious of his surroundings, Arthur slid his hand underneath the couch cushion and took hold of the gun he had slid under there in case he should ever need it and flipped the safety off. Arthur's head was still murky with sleep so he didn't even stop to consider that it could be Eames coming through the door and that if it were someone trying to break in, they would be less subtle and more loud.❞




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