experimental end of days

[moonsheen]

There should be some sort of official 'ok I am going to do a meme now' process, I think. Like, perhaps, a banner that says something like "MEME MEME MEME the MEMELIEST MEME TO EVER MEME". Not to be confused with Mem who is awesome and has a duck, or uh. I don't know, a character from La Boheme.

That said. Yes. A meme:

Pick one fandom (that I am familiar with) and, in a few lines or so, describe to me the concept for a GREAT MULTICHAPTER EPIC fanfic (you know the ones. Like those 50,000 Ranma 1/2 Apocalypse fanfics back in the day). Things like '[insert character here]'s TRAGIC BACKSTORY' or '[insert multiple characters here] must team up to save the world from...'. AU, future-tense, whacky weddings or otherwise: throw out your idea for some Big Stirring Plot...and I will (try) to write the final scene.

...also I reserve the right to refuse the touching, heartbreaking tale of The Uchiha Prostitution Ring because...no, just no.

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[saturnoolaa.livejournal.com]

Multichapter AU: Ed and Al are brothers in 1800s Germany. They were super-close as children but have now drifted apart: Al is an up and coming military man, Ed is a drunken research scientist with huge psychological issues due to his relationship with God and incestuous feelings for his brother. Some convinient twist of plot has them living together. LET THE SEXUAL HEALING BEGIN! Must be as much turn of the century gothic romance novelesque as possible.

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

On the desk was a letter, and on the letter was written this:

'...there have probably been warmer autumns, but I daresay by that token there have been colder ones as well. Leave has been a welcome change. The country has done Brother a world of good, Mother, you will be pleased to know. His colour has returned and so has his mouth, every morning walk I think he scares more children with his mutterings and scandalizes everyone with his swearing. Soon, people will start accusing him of speaking in tongues. But it is not tongues, Mother. He is relearning Ancient Greek, a battle I think I'll may be entrenched by for a very long time.

Right now though, he's resting. As he should, the physicians keeps telling him this and he keeps ignoring it--but I think anyone would forgive them if they could see him now. It is a sight, Mother, and because you are not here I will tell it to you in detail: the reading room of the Rockbell summer estate, which you know. An an armchair, which you do not know. Sleeping peacefully with his boots still on and a pile of books propping up his hanging arm, the noonday light slanting in through the windows and over his face--which is lined, but at some peace. Sometimes he croaks out some horrible curse that will no doubt be repeated in the waking hour but here and now he settles, and I fear will have to turn him back onto his stomach again soon. He is impossible. I think you would marvel to see him at it...'

[saturnoolaa.livejournal.com]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. This is *so* *perfect.* I really want to read this fic now.

(...Do they get to have sex? They do, right?)