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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.
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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“Well,” she scoffed, chewing contemptuously. “Now that that’s over…”
“You do not think she may return, Lady Soi Fong?”
Taking another one, the woman eyed the black clothed servant with a curled lip. “Oh, yes. That’s exactly what she’ll do.” The Lady Hornet reclined, twirling the fingers of one hand in an idle dismissal.
“In a hundred years maybe.” Soi Fong smirked, refolding her legs. “But it would take twice as long for that slip of thing to learn to play my game.”
“I see,” said the servant solemnly, watching the woman consider her palette once more. “But of course, Lady Soi Fong, you are right.”
The stab of the chopsticks caused Soi Fong’s third dumpling to explode in mess of grey, spicy smoke; as well as activated the rest of the hidden bombs beneath. In moments, the entire room was filled and all occupants gagging horribly.
Save one--making his way to the roof, with the stolen sword tucked into his belt, Soi Fong’s tall servant pulled down his mask and took off his cap.
“But I did suggest a possibility!” In a smaller puff of smoke, the young shinobi dropped the transformation as she emerged in the moonlight, brandishing her newly won prize with a grin. “Lady Soi Fong.”
Kuchiki Rukia was still laughing as she dove off the roof, into the forest, and into the night.