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Are you ready, kids?

I think it's time. It's a new year, and that means it's time for a NEW WRITING CHALLENGE. So roll up your sleeves, crack your knuckles, and let's begin!

Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to let one of your roleplay characters write THE WORST FANFICTION EVER. It can be fanfiction about their canon or about another canon, but it has to be written by one of your roleplay characters and has to be submitted by that RP journal. Got it? So, for instance, Jet Black could submit the Ed/Ein fantasy he's always wanted to write, or Hermione Granger could pen that little ditty about Neville and Mimbulus Mimbletonia in the Astronomy Tower, or... Jack Sparrow could weave a tale of intrigue about Axel and Demyx. Whatever, so long as it's submitted by a roleplay character and it's bad fanfiction: you get the picture.



Rules:

Fandom:
any fandom your RP character wants to write, either his/her own or a different one.

Word count: 1000 or less

Main theme: BAD FANFICTION.

Ratings: No restrictions, but for the love of God, don't violate the LJ TOS.

Duration: Challenge opens now (January 4) and closes at 11:59 p.m. in whatever time zone you inhabit on Friday, January 26. We give you lots and lots of time for this one.



Come one, come all, and pimp this one far and wide. Let's get a lot of crack fanfiction for this challenge. I'd love to see the worst your characters can do... and honestly, so would they.

Rule clarification: if you don't have a roleplay journal for the character begging to write the WORST FANFIC EVER, submit it anonymously and let everyone know which character's writing it. You'll have to remember to check back for comments, but that ought to work. Or heck, write it with your own journal and just make it very clear which character authored your epic piece of nonsense.

Date: 2008-01-07 10:56 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] not_that_spike
So... yeah. Once there was this specific challenge.

So... yeah. I did it. Here goes:

Spike woke up and wondered who the hell the chick was lying next to him with nothing but leopard print handcuffs on her wrist and red socks on her feet. The last thing he remembered, after all, was ordering that drink: he knew it had been a mistake the moment he tasted it. Something funny about it. He ran a finger through his hair -- what the fuck? why was it so nice and smooth? -- and, with a grimace at the pounding in his head, settled back down on the pillow.

The girl next to him turned as much as she could and gave him a sleepy toothy I used to be wearing lipstick but you kissed it all off grin. "I like the way you clapped me in these irons." Her handcuffed wrist rattled against the bed frame.

"Yeah? Well, I don't remember doing it, so don't get all excited over it or anything." Shit. His head was fucking pounding.

She ran a red-nailed finger down his chest. "Well, I never thought I'd ask for the clap, but you did it so nicely. In fact, it was so nice I was going to ask for it again."

Oh, my aching fucking head. He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, head in hands. Last time I drink one of those damn mochachillos.

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