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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[halcyonjazz.livejournal.com]

Hollow!Orihime yo.

Of COURSE I'd take advantage of this

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

The thing that was Captain Kurosaki Ichigo pulled his cracked lips wide. The last of his mask fell from his left eye. They glittered like the coin of the crime boss, calling the toss on whether or not his victim lived or die.

"Hey, toots," he said, jerking his head to the side to get a looksee. "You want me to tell you something?"

The thing that was the Hollow Le Fey beat her wings in protest. Snow swished through the shreds of her torn gossamer wings. Her hair: the thick, shining, slithering ropes of it, pulled tighter in the knots around him. It bit into his waist, his ankles, his wrists, arms, shoulders.

His neck. He laughed. "That a no?" he gurgled hoarsely and, with a burst of strength she had not known he'd had left, wrapped his hands around the tresses like a lasso, and pulled her into his arms.

"I'll tell you something," he murmured, feeling her twist and roll against him. He licked his up, black eyes half lidded. He bent his head to her ear. "...you..."

She was hissing at him. Snarling under her breath: "I will eat you, I will end you, I will end you. Tsubaki! Tsubaki! Where are you where are you. I repel thee, I repel..."

"Right now, babe? You're the one I wanna devour the most," said the thing that was Kurosaki Ichigo, before taking her chin. He kissed her savagely, savouring the way she struggled, she beat her wings, she sliced him with with her hair. Her long, light hair, that she hadn't cut since she was...

He pulled back. "...and I'll see you when you come home." He drew his sword.

It was over fast, after that: she cursed him the whole way. She promised death. She promised an eternity of hunting him down like a dog, she promised many things as her spindly limbs, her dragonfly wings, her long black writhing gown began to fall apart. Her eyes stayed wide and fixed on him. Her hair was last to fade: the strands of it left hanging off of Ichigo's arms and shoulders the way he'd severed it.

"...you were delicious," she said bitterly, at the last.

When she had gone Ichigo spat out blood and felt the sting in his mouth where she'd nipped off the tip of his tongue. "...damn," he said, smile fading.

Suddenly he was bleeding and alone on the snowfield, and in the reflection of his sword he could see the clear whites of his eyes. Brown again. Also fucking exhausted.

"...speaking of home," he groaned, stumbled on his feet, cut a hole in the world...and hauled his sorry ass back to where he knew his wife would know to find him.