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ANON FIC MEME

_ANON FIC MEME_

...yeah okay, that was lame. DWI. As a change of pace from our usual kink memes, here's an all-purpose fic meme to cover all our bases. While adult prompts and fills are still a-okay, general prompts for fic are just as welcome here! As usual, there are a few guidelines that should probably be followed to keep this flowing smoothly;

☆ one request per comment!
☆ if you make a request, please try to make a fill as well!
☆ if a request specifies a certain rating (such as keeping it pg-13 and under/non-porny/etc), please honor it!
☆ have fun!
☆ ???
☆ profit!

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Fenris and Tron hate each other, grass grows and the birds keep on flying. Request they get into a argument over...something- probably Flynn or whatever it is elves and programs disagree on.

Whether they make out, Tron wipes the floor with Fenris, or both is up to anon.

...dibs

Anon and Rookie being silent bros, because it can never happen ingame.

Prompt: Anon trips over Rookie, who is taking a nap on a roof.

oh man do want.

i may fill this, anon. <3

... this is the most adorable prompt and you should feel good for prompting it

I am the latest to this, orz. But it called to me, so here is a response from a Different Anon!
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“And all the leaves on the trees are falling//To the sound of the breezes that blow…”

The music was turned down low in his helmet, barely noticed as he dozed. He’d needed a little peace and quiet away from the base, and had found a roof in Residential 5 that he could access easily via fire escape. The sun was warm on his armor, but not so much that the temperature control in his suit kicked in hard. All in all, a pleasant day. And a perfect place for a nap.

So he’d settled his back against the lip of the roof, stretched out, arms curled around his submachine gun, and drifted off. It was only in shorts bursts – typical, really – but he stayed dead-still no matter if he was asleep or not.

“And when you come my heart will be waiting//To make sure you’re never alone…”

Something slammed into his legs and he was awake and pulling up his gun long before he saw what had run into him. Almost before it even hit the ground. Back in some long-gone and so distant theater of war with him having to play dead to escape and some stupid Grunt tripping over his shins and there goes his cover. It takes noticing that the figure is human before he lowers the SMG. Don’t shoot humans. Never again. Not after…

He shakes his head slightly and shuts off the music without a second thought, making an effort to recall where he is. Not some hellhole crawling with Covenant. Sacrosanct. The station. Only one Covvie here and he’s keeping the peace like the Arbiter before him. Sort of.

The man that ran over him is dressed in sleek black armor that doesn’t look nearly effective enough for combat, cut with lines of brilliant white light. Ah, yes. Programs. He recalls them mostly from that debacle in Zone 7. The specter of Yevgenny whispering in his ear Red is dead, just like the VISR before launching into some tirade about convergence and the spiral rock he could see if he squeezed his eyes shut just a little too hard.

But he recognized this one from the network. Quiet one, talked even less than he did. Used blue text. Weird for a guy in black and white. What was his name…? Ah, whatever. He shifted slightly to poke the Program with a toe. It seemed to startle him and he twitched, flipping over to look at him. Helmet meet helmet.

He shifted again, looking the black-clad figure over from head to toe and nodding his chin. ‘You okay?’ The Program nodded, dipping his head in apology. ‘I’m sorry if I hurt you.’ He waved it off. Nothing to worry about.

Didn’t most of these programs live together in this district? Some penthouse high rise place. This guy probably roof-hopped a lot, then. Hard to anticipate some leggy Marine would pick one to sleep on, then. Though he had to wonder what this program would be doing on a roof in the first pl-

Wait, he’d caught sight of him at the prom. He’d been working on a pleasant buzz and trying too hard to pretend to ignore O’Brien – he kept saying the rejected invitation hadn’t mattered but dammit it did – when he’d caught sight of some flash of white running up a wall and dashing out. This is one of those wallrunning roof-jumping ones like Rinzler, isn’t it? The phrase ‘System Monitor’ popped to mind unbidden. That was right, wasn’t it? System Monitor Something-Or-Other.

After a moment he points to one side of his helmet, where he’d carefully chalked ‘ROOKIE’ in. He’d figured not everyone here would be able to tell the differences between his armor and O’Brien’s, so he decided to make it easy on everyone. The Program seemed to perk at that and nodded enthusiastically.

Anon! That was the name! Geeze, no wonder he’d been having problems. How much more generic could a name be?
… Not that he has to think of the answer. James Dante. J.D.
John Doe.
Shit.

He noticed Anon tilts his head slightly, like a confused dog. Apparently the line of thought – that led invariably to trying and failing to identify what was left of people that were possibly his friends – was somehow visible. Which was when he realized that he’d slumped his shoulders a little bit as he considered all of that. He squared them again, shaking his head. Just fine.

And that was when he got a look. He wasn’t even sure how he could tell he was getting a look, but there it was. Like the Program – whom he’d always pegged as the hyper-loyal, hyper-hopeful type – knew exactly what he was thinking and that he was most certainly not fine.

After a few moments he shrugged. Okay, okay, so maybe his head was in a bad place for a bit there. Well, more than a bit. It’s not like he can exactly help it around here. All of these broken fucking soldiers and not one psychiatrist. And he copes because he forced himself to get some help before he applied for the ODSTs – there’s crazy and then there’s crazy – but it’s hard sometimes.

Anon could apparently read him like a book because the Program shifted towards him and hesitantly put a hand on his shoulder.

Huh.
Maybe this Monitor, from a world that doesn’t know the terrors some of their lauded ‘Users’ face and wouldn’t ever be able to handle themselves in a fight with firearms, understood better than he thought.

He checked the time on his HUD and thought for a moment. “… Hey. Know this nice spot to watch sunset from. You up for it?”

The Program let out a noise like static that he could still pick up a note of as Anon spoke. “If you can keep up with me.”

Give me some Rinzler/Flynn dubcon.

WHICH PART OF IT IS DUBIOUS? UP TO YOU!

I AM FUCKING ON THIS LIKE READING ON RAINBOWS

I need to sober up and think of some unexpected kind of dubious.

A troll, a Spartan, a Red and a Cindy.

It's tea party time.

/soobvious

...

A TF2 Red, or. The raptor?

Either one will be ridiculously hilarious. Surprise me.

:|a

OH MAN TRY AND FILL IT WITH RED MEDIC

Anon wants to see Clu publicly bartending. When? Why? How? Anon does not care. They just want it.

~~oh god so much tron I'm sorry~~

Fenris/Ram. Misunderstandings and cuteness abound. Do sexyteims occur?

...who are you

B|a

misunderstandings about what......

Dug helpfully licks the butter off of Isaac's suit.

Cute fluffy times, not anything creepy. B( It's Dug for cryin' out loud.

Spacedad & Vriska & Spacedad

Vriska fucking loves compliments.

One day Vriska was just hanging out in her respiteblock being her usual amaaaaaaaazing self when she heard a knock at her door! "Whoever can this 8e," she wondered wonderously. "It is pro8a8ly one of those douche8ag idiot Striders, 8ecause as every8ody knows they are totally reliant on me for their 8lackrom needs. All of them. Except for Orange Dave who is pretty cool 8ut I guess he could 8e here to have a feelings jam or some shit. Anyway I am now going to answer the door even though no time has passed since that first knock, 8ecause this was merely an internal monologue."

So that is what she did! She opened the door and gasped at the tall sight of her heightful visitor. It was........ Jun!

"Hi Vrisk!" he said, and Vriska did not mind because stupid nicknames are not so bad when they are given by people you don't entirely hate. "I just came to thank you for your awesome help the other day. It was awesome because you are awesome!"

"Why thaaaaaaaankyou, Jun," Vriska replied awesomely. She let him inside because she is a cool hostess but then oh my god! There was another knock at the door! "Excuse me, 8ut I must answer this entirely unexpected and mysterious knock. 8r8," she awesomely continued.

She opened the door and there was Logan, who is also called Shockwave but that is kind of a weird name and also secret!!!!!!!!

he said.

"Cool," Vriska awesomed (). "Let's go and drink some tea, 8ecause I know that you like that stuff 8ecause I am so attentive and consider8."

So they all walked into the block (except Vriska who powerslided because it is cooler) and started drinking tea.

"This is the best tea ever! And you are the best troll!" Jun shouted enthusiastically and also loudly I guess.

nodded Loganwave.

"i agree too!" a new voice said and everybody turned and it was JOHN EGBERT (the best John!!!!!!!!). Everybody waved because John is cool, almost as cool as Vriska.

Shockwave held up like a really long piece of paper.

"Yes!" Jun said tall-ly. "You totally should!"

"i will do that now. vriska let's be matesprits" said John and everybody cheered and everything was awesome.

Especially Vriska.

~THE END~

Edited 2011-05-10 10:15 (UTC)

you are a beautiful person

this is the best story ever

seriously this is absolutely the most fantastic awesomest thing ever!!!

Gibson/Jalen, meme-canon.

So, what did they do in the time between the drunk-text meme and the morning-after meme? :3

http://singularityderp.livejournal.com/15727.html?thread=3909487#t3909487

adflkjsskldj I
cannot
stop
laughing

I want to read an excerpt from IN WHICH AN ANCIENT RAINBOW DRINKER BEFRIENDS A YOUNG AND INEXPERIENCED FEMALE WHO THEN BECOMES FLUSH FOR HIM; OTHER RAINBOW DRINKERS DO NOT APPROVE AND WISH TO SABOTAGE THEIR GROWING RELATIONSHIP; THERE ARE DRAMATIC REVELATIONS AND DECLARATIONS OF LOVE; THE ANCIENT RAINBOW DRINKER'S KISMESIS ATTEMPTS TO DESTROY HIS MATESPIRIT; THERE ARE SEVERAL CHASE SCENES, SEVERAL SCENES INVOLVING FILIAL PAILS, A MURDER, AND EVENTUALLY ALL IS RESOLVED TO THE HAPPINESS OF THE RAINBOW DRINKER AND HIS MATESPIRIT, to be honest.

Dug's Excellent Adventure.

Billy can come too. :U

Primeval cast finds Red's nest. (This should also happen ingame.)

Bro and Protoman save the station.

Through song.

Oh hey I can just. Put this here.

IC Collaborative Fic (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TAdUOiaODac3tXYZKkaSOpujHGGpKEcMy3Q3Gk_3MiU/edit?hl=en&authkey=CJeXhtQH)

or

"everyone on the station got together and wrote TERRIBLE THINGS."

It's a googledoc, so you've been warned; it's of a large enough size that it might crash your computer.

Nepeta coaxes all her new friends to play pretend with her.

Aka the day that half the station lost the ability to ever be intimidating again.

Fenris and Hawke

look, Fenris! tits!

Ma'amsir you invite disaster

Not sorry.

Edited 2011-05-11 04:43 (UTC)

I'm the happiest little op ever

wicke you are my new favorite forever

you so sneaky

you guy make me so happy like i can't even describe ;;

Due to an accident, everyone is now Dave. Dave AUs, sure, but they're all, well, y'know... they're all Dave.

Shenanigans ensue, I hope.

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