And as it's Halloween today, YOU GET A MEME FROM ME FOR THE FIRST TIME

[altitonant_emperor]

Writing Meme

 

sometimes you just get that itch under your skin and you want to go back to the old fashioned practice of whipping out your pen, sticking the pointy end into your arm and using your own blood as ink to write some kickass fanfics. but you can't think of how to begin or what to write, or you don't truly believe you can do justice to the wonderfully annoying (and occasionally fucking terrifying) plot bunnies running around in your head. perhaps you just want to see what direction other people would take your prompts. perhaps you have always wanted a story where the characters that always get written off or mischaracterized, a chance to shine in the spotlight. perhaps you desire to see what would happen if Person A faced off against Person B in an impossibly (or dorky) epic battle of legend. perhaps you just want to see your otp fucking, like the perverts you are.

or maybe you just want to say "fuck the plot" because it's All Hallows Eve dammit, and you want your characters to suffer.

this is the meme for you, my fellow players.


» comment anonymously with a character(s) or pairing(s) and a prompt you want someone to write about. feel free to add a quick explanation for the prompt as well.

( Example:
Characters: Sasuke, Naruto, no pairing.
Prompt: When he wakes up after the end of that stupid war, even his damn eyeballs hurt from the beating he had taken.

The war's over, Madara/Obito/Tobi/whoever is dead, people from all nations are dead, and Sasuke wakes up chained to his bed in a bunker with steel walls five feet thick and enforced with chakra to boot. He is Not Happy to see his so-called "best friend." )

» player responds with a drabble that fits that request. you don't have to use a prompt or a quote; it's perfectly okay to request a particular scenario or a short AU instead! also, anyone is welcome to write something much shorter or longer than just a drabble, should it strike their fancy.
» reply to other peoples' drabble requests ( doing so anonymously is just fine as well ) and write absolutely anything you please that you think fits the prompt given. gen, smut, angst, fluff, crack, whatever. :) but please remember to tag anything NSFW or possibly triggering. come one, come all, everyone's welcome here!
» ???
» PROFIT!

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[(Anonymous)]

Write your secret OTP.

Right now.

No matter what it is.

my heart vibrated

[(Anonymous)]

You're doomed. (And not the sense that being doomed has inside the TV, not the kind of doomed that means Shadows closing in on all sides, Rise shouting to be heard since her voice is all that can reach them, the only lifeline she can toss them, and Yukiko's screaming because she can only heal so much, and Yosuke is howling at the rising wall of darkness, "You'll pay for that, you-" Nightmares. Nightmares they had somehow crawled out of alive and relatively whole.

You try not to think of the nightmares. If you had a Shadow, it'd be a blubbering, emotional wreck just from all the fear you've been repressing the hell out of since your arrival in Inaba. But you don't have a Shadow, so it's a moot point.)

No, when you speak of doomed in this context, you mean doomed as your life is a experimental study in insanity, and your love life is no better and is really just a terrible scandal simply waiting to happen. (Nanako giggles and says Margaret calls you a player but it's not that, it's just - It's hard to say no to people when they seem to need you to be there for them. It's so... nice to be needed.)

Doomed as in you are standing uncertainly outside the fucking gas station with a bag of catnip slung over your shoulder, and unease grips your chest tight. You're waiting for someone and you're hoping they aren't going to forget this meeting if even no one had ever forgotten a meeting with you before.

Because you have a crush. And your first date with this crush of yours involving feeding cats together.


Context? Okay, rewind.


It's raining, a soft drizzle like wet paper slapping against the pavement. You're in the shopping district, listening to the prattle of the raindrops against your umbrella. It's a pleasant, soothing sound to your overly-active mind, filled to the brim with the need for social links, Personae, murders, and all the junk from the TV.

You look up.

There's the gas station attendant standing at his usual post on rainy days such as these, a slender man with damp gray hair and piercing eyes. You walk to greet him, he speaks to you politely, and than you go off-script by accident.

You nod along, answer like you're supposed, and then you ask him if he likes cats.

(You're blaming the crush here. It's infecting your thoughts.)

He looked at you strangely. You rushed to clarify yourself, explaining you have a small army of stray cats to feed, and since he didn't seem to have much business on rainy days such as these, perhaps would he like to come hang out with you and feed the kitties for awhile?

(You suddenly feel a surge of empathy for Kanji's awkward behavior around Naoto and resolve to level up his social Link at the next chance.)

The gas station attendant's red eyes held surprise, a quick startled pause for a second, like a sea captain encountering an unexpected blip on their radar and stopping their charted course to give serious consideration on how to deal with it.

There's silence.

He nods slowly and thoughtfully, agrees to show up for it on the next rainy day, and you feel honest relief though absolutely none of the Persona in your head have reacted to this person's presence for a change; perhaps you can forge a bond with him later on, just not right now, or maybe you need to complete a few tasks before he'll grant you a social link.



You watch the weather forecast like a hawk for the next week.


You hear his footsteps only right before you see him materialize out of the misty curtain of rain like a crimson-eyed ghost wearing a orange uniform that clashed horribly with his hair. You jump a little in surprise, sputtering and he laughs in amusement at you, tipping back the bill of his cap as he does so. He has a nice laugh. You wouldn't mind hearing it more.

Running your hand through the back of your wet hair sheepishly, you smile back and nod. He greets you first, and you return the favour politely. As you walk side-by-side through the deserted shopping district towards the Dojimas' household, you and him converse in the drizzle.


>... You and the gas station attendant spent a long time feeding stray cats together while discussing deep topics of conversation such as philosophy and soap operas. You feel like you have a connection to the gas station attendant but you feel bad you forgot to ask his name...

[(Anonymous)]

Fun meme~. :3

"You wear that fancy outfit often?"

The hint of a playful yet innocent smirk crossed Allen's face.
"Not as often as your fancy outfit."

After a short pause, Tony admitted quickly admitted with a relatively friendly tone "okay, I'll let you have that one. So, what's the occasion? This restaurant going to be your latest victim? I'm kidding! I'm going to go out on a limb and say that you finally asked out one of the multitude of the colorful-haired women who surround you on a daily basis."

This caused Allen to blush. While it was light, the fact that his hair was white and his skin relatively pale caused the illumination to be more evident. The restaurant having particularly bright colors around it certainly didn't help. "Um, well, actually, she asked ME out, and I couldn't....say no, so..."
"Is it that Chinese girl?"
"No."
"That famous pop star chick?"
"No."
"That pink haired vampire you bumped into last week?"
"No!"
"She hot?"
"No!....I mean, yes! Yes she is!"
"She late, too?"
"I'm five minutes early...wait, what do you mean 'too'?"

"Good man." his friend glanced in another direction and cocked an eyebrow and whistled. "Good man, indeed. That her?" Stark nodded his head in the direction he was looking on the last two words.

Almost in slow motion, a young woman of a similar age to Allen walked up the steps to the restaurant right in their direction. Or, more precisely, Allen's. And her outfit couldn't compliment his more. Whilst Allen wore mostly white, this girl wore mostly black. And while Allen was just a bit fancier than the average, hers was more tantalizing: elbow-reaching black gloves, white trim. A low cut dress that revealed her rather large chest, her collar bone and all exposed. The black dress was split at the side, showing her left leg with every stride.

Her hair--blue--was tied in with hair decs. Since she even started walking, those deep purple eyes were on Allen the whole time.

Allen couldn't help but stare. Where, exactly, did she even get that dress?
"Allen..." a voice resounded almost inside his head. "Allen....Allen..."
"Allen!" Kurumu was at his side, shaking him, "are you ok?"

To be frank, he felt like he just woke up. When did she get to his side? "Oh, there you are," he said, slightly delirious, "what just?..." Then Kurumu's face blushed a little and she put her hand to her mouth, as if she had just been caught of wrongdoing. "Oh god I am so sorry!..." she said in a rather hushed yet sincere voice.

Allen Walker x Kurumu Kurono, btw

[(Anonymous)]

Subject line says it all.

Some guy named Tony appears. It's just a name.