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[principal_mouse]

BAD FIC MEME✒ Oh my incredibly beautiful rainbow-eyed gods, you're a character in a bad fanfic! The idea is to load down your usual RP with piles of cringeworthy description, awkward stereotyped dialogue, and improbable plot devices

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... i realized i didn't make one for her

[letdownmyhair]

Whoever you are, whatever you did, you have now found yourself in a chair. Bound by hair.

You cannot break it. Don't even try.

And when you look up, there's Rapunzel. Staring at you. Is it love that you see in her eyes? Or is it... something else

Either way, lol you're stuck.

[alwaysaxefirst]

Astrid is this totally amazing beautiful girl she has this silky, smooth, shiny, sparkling blonde hair and glittering, shimmering, orb-like eyes.

But even though she's really, really, pretty, that won't help her now. ((sorry, you'll see why later! 8D!!! ^w^))

[letdownmyhair]

SHE'S NOT LETTING ASTRID GO EVER. EVER.

Her magic hair is unbreakable and invulnerable and no matter what Astrid tries THERE IS NO GETTING OUT OF IT EVER. LITERALLY.

"I suppose you're wondering why you're here."

[alwaysaxefirst]

"Uh yes, I totally am. By the way, gorgeous freaking hair. I wash mine four times a day, you? Also I'm really strong and pretty, you know I've killed lots of dragons, probably 50. Hundred"

Hairflip.

Everybody Was Kung Fu Fighting!

[badday_badday]

As the sun rises to the east of the campus grounds, the windswept quad is devoid of all motion except for the swaying of the grass against the wind. Out of nowhere, an orchestra begins to play, a few 'oriental' instruments thrown in to set the mood of the setting.

Leaping into view from somewhere, Jackie "The Flying Tiger Red Dragon Drunken Rooster Iron Monkey Horse Kick Donkey Punch Budddha Palm Emerald Cobra Striking Eagle Crouching Mantis Of The Four Winds, Five Elements, Shaolin Temple, Sun and Moon, Partridge In A Pear Tree In The Emperor's Garden, Of The West" Chan's long billowing robes fluttered loudly, announcing his arrival to no one in particular

[whyisitcarrots]

A dark cloud followed overhead, ominously, shadowing the evil figure benath it evilly. Because he was so evil, the grass died every time his feet touched it as he walked. Try to balance on that, foolish The Flying Tiger Red Dragon Drunken Rooster Iron Monkey Horse Kick Donkey Punch Budddha Palm Emerald Cobra Striking Eagle Crouching Mantis Of The Four Winds, Five Elements, Shaolin Temple, Sun and Moon, Partridge In A Pear Tree In The Emperor's Garden, Of The West

[alwaysaxefirst]

She flutters her eyelids and sighs softly, tossing her braid back over her shoulder. The wind gently caresses her face and she hums a soft melody while she picks daisies from the ground.

Wil the one she loves arrive, or has this all been in vain?

my soul is dying

[notsoscaryname]

Hiccup slowly trudged up the hill through the forest, sighing forlornly. His last love had just passed on, leaving little more than a crimson stain on his face and vest. Hiccup hated to see him go in such a way, but he knew the moment he saw his father and Toothless alone in a room together that the only way to preserve their love was to freeze it in the moment.

It had been a little more violent than he'd hoped, but Toothless was in a better place now, and out of reach of corrupting influences like his father. It still pained him, though. At least until he spotted Astrid in the clearing, picking flowers and gently singing.

"Hi...Astrid. What are you doing here?" His voice was quiet, for he was in awe.

and mine is now dead.

[alwaysaxefirst]

Astrid turned quickly at the sound of a voice, hand jumping to her throat and clutching her shirt softly in surprise. She calmed upon seeing who it was and gave Hiccup a soft smile as the sun burst over the hilltop and a few birds began to sing a slow hymn in unison. It was about death and war, but the lyrics were hard to understand when chirped, so it didn't really matter.

"I was just picking some flowers. Then I was thinking of skipping through the field and patting caterpillars. Maybe mend a broken bird wing or two. Oh- what happenned to your shirt? Did you spill a drink?"

now mine is crying

[notsoscaryname]

"Yes. That is--yes. I was being clumsy old me and I spilled some. Stuff on myself." What is this fluttering feeling in his stomach, this sudden pounding of the chest? What is this suddenly blurry vision, fuzzy at the edges with admiration? What is this stirring sensation in his prepubescent loins?

Love, Hiccup discerns. And yet, his heart aches for his last love, and the love before him. And yet, he realizes, he must move on from Toothless, who will wait for him forever patiently and lovingly while Hiccup must learn to grieve and move past the misfortunes with which he has been plagued.

It is for this reason that Hiccup tries to speak again. "It's...I can...I'd like to pat caterpillars. And mend bird wings. That sounds fun. Like a lot of fun. Can I join you?"

wait this is my normal writing...?

[is_offlimits]

Nothing is as it seems.

Chel, whom, upon viewing with eyes, would be considered stunning by any human, is lost in herself. The torment she feels is overwhelming. Her heart aches with sorrow, her almond-shaped dark eyes crying in despair. She can't live like this anymore; stuck between lovers, her heart belonging to more than one man. Extending her perfectly tanned arms to her flawless reflection, she begs to the mirror, tears streaming down her face.

"However will I choose?"

[tiatiatiatiatia]

Out of the shadows came the blonde. THE blonde. Because she had killed off all the other blondes in the school... too much competition. Wearing all leather because she was so badass and was tired of always being the girly damsel in distress, she walked up to the latina godess of turqoise and enchaladas, biker boots' spurs jingling as she did so.

"'Sup pretty lady? I know th'solution t'your problem."

[is_offlimits]

In a fit of hysterics, Chel turned to the sound of her jingling, her jaw dropped in awe at the blonde.

"What can I do?" she sobbed, throwing herself upon her best friend.

[tiatiatiatiatia]

"You don't choose either of them. You chose ME. I'm th'most badass outlaw in the states, and I've trained with Rocky Balboa on those days I said I was absent with Pink Eye. And now I'm also a bounty hunter and a secret agent. There's no way Miguel nor Tulio could evah top that. AND you wouldn't have t'choose between two if you came with me."

Faultless logic; it was something that Lottie had become almost famous for in past weeks. The blonde held her latina friend close, firmly, like how Superman held Lois Lane.