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fandomsecrets2008-08-20 04:11 pm
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Someone requested another crossover meme, but -- why stick with just crossovers? Here's your chance to request things from any fandom you like -- especially if the fandom is small, obscure, or has no request type of meme available. Hopefully someone else will come along and fill it out, or someone else's request will spark something off in your head that you just have to write --
So here you go!
PAN-FANDOM FANWORKS MEME
Anon is on like always!
ETA: Sorry, link list's gone. Realizing it'd exceed the character limit.
So here you go!
PAN-FANDOM FANWORKS MEME
Anon is on like always!
ETA: Sorry, link list's gone. Realizing it'd exceed the character limit.
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(Anonymous) 2008-08-20 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)Character(s): The communities themselves
Pairing(s, if any): RP!SECRETS/F!S
Summary: Tea between friends. Complaining about annoying anons, etc.
Preferred Rating: MAKE IT HOT SOMEHOW??
Preferred Medium: Fic...since idk how you would draw this.
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Failfic ahoy! (1/2)
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“Hulk Hogan/Chuck Norris? You can’t possibly be serious.”
Fandomsecrets laughed, setting aside his tea. “I wish I could say I wasn’t, but... You know how it is. If there’s two people, there’s a ship -- and there’s a secret about shipping it.”
Roleplaysecrets let a grin come to his face. “Sure it wasn’t a troll?”
“It’s so hard to tell nowadays, you know?” The older community stifled a yawn, his smooth features contorting in exhaustion. “There’s all these -- these fakers around, submitting junk just so they can get a laugh. To tell you the truth, I can hardly tell which ones are secrets and which aren’t anymore. After a certain amount of time they all start to blur together.”
“Well, can’t say I’ve had that problem.” Though Roleplaysecrets was trying to stay casual, his tone gave his bitterness away. Fandomsecrets raised an eyebrow, knowing full well about Roleplaysecrets’ share of troubles. Never very steady on its feet after the split from its mother comm, the rookie had suffered anonymous attacks and wank-baiting since its arrival on the secrets scene. He was always in the shadow of Fandomsecrets, and though his more mature friend always attempted to remain neutral, Roleplaysecrets had suffered a complete nervous breakdown earlier midway through the year.
After a brief stint in Livejournal purgatory and switching to a new therapist, however, Roleplaysecrets was advised to move to a less stressful location, and to confront his issues with Fandomsecrets’ more effective management in the process. In a short while Roleplaysecrets was back on his feet, dealing with road bumps more calmly and with a new sense of humor, but Fandomsecrets was keeping an eye out -- just in case.
“Hey,” Fandomsecrets said, his carefully blank demeanor slipping to reveal genuine concern. “Relax, okay? You’re just fine the way you are. I remember when I had only ten secrets a day --”
“It’s not that,” Roleplaysecrets broke in, waving a hand. “You just don’t understand, Fandomsecrets --”
“Please,” the community protested lightly, “call me F!S. Everyone does.”
Coloring a little, Roleplaysecrets coughed and went on. “F!S, it’s not that nobody visits me. Lots of people do. It’s just that the people who do visit are so... provocative.”
“Ah.” Now there was a difficulty they all shared.
Roleplaysecrets rolled his eyes. “It’s like all they want to do is see people get attacked! Or even join in!” The younger comm sighed, despondent. “If they’re not actively tearing some mun down, they’re just sitting back to watch it happen. And eating popcorn.”
Fandomsecrets offered a consoling smile. “Yeah. It’s a pity -- somehow, most of the more positive secrets end up at my end rather than yours.”
“I know, but at least you guys can tell if it’s a personal attack. Face it, I’m pretty much letting a whole post full of attacks get past me every day, just because the names are blurred out.” Roleplaysecrets fiddled with his spoon. His tea remained untouched. “It’s all so depressing.”
“Don’t think of it like that,” Fandomsecrets objected. “Now, I know you’ve had it rough ever since you started. There’s been drama before you started working, drama after you didn’t pull in the crowds, people calling you dead -- but those people were all wrong. There’s been hate and anon and bahleetion -- but you’ve pulled past that. You’ve stayed firm.”
Roleplaysecrets looked up at last, smiling despite himself. He’d always secretly looked up to Fandomsecrets, his very inspiration for getting into the business. Fandomsecrets had never given him up, nor let him down, and the smallest comfort from his role model never failed to raise his spirits. The advanced secrets community stood, determination flashing in his eyes.
“Rise above the haters! Overcome the anonymous masses! Don’t give up now, when you’ve given so many people what they love! You have a dirty job, but you’re the only one who can do it. So do it! Go beyond the impossible, kick reason to the curb! It may be wank, but it’s your wank, and you’re damned proud of it! -- Oh!”
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“Well.” The younger community laughed a little. “This is awkward. No, it’s not a problem” -- Fandomsecrets was trying, ineffectually, to mop up the mess and his patting was a little too close to Roleplaysecret’s private anatomy for comfort -- “I’ll just -- ah -- dry it off myself.”
“Heyyy, no need for that.” Fandomsecrets jingled his keys cheerily. “Come over to my place, you can change there, get yourself cleaned up. Plus, I’ve got some tea I can make that’s better than this stuff anyway. You should stay over, have a cup with me.”
“I -- really? Wait -- what’s this place called?”
“Fandom_Wank,” said Fandomsecrets, dismissive, “but it’s only good for short stops and the like. I couldn’t stomach a full meal.”
“Well...” Roleplaysecrets hesitated. But his friend’s speech had cheered him up, sure enough, and it wasn’t like he had anything else to do. “I guess I can come.”
“Great!” Fandomsecrets left a generous tip and the two walked off, chatting easily with each other like the best of friends. As a lone mod came by to take care of their leftovers, snatches of their conversation could be briefly overheard before fading into silence:
“You just have to accept the fact that you’re made for wank, RP!S -- can I call you RP!S?”
“RP!S has always been real-person slash to me.”
“Whatever. Just realize that the majority of watcher come to you for drama, and roll with it! It’s what you’re made for. You have a calling, Roleplaysecrets, and I admire that.”
“Thanks. You know, I think you got a few lines from Kamina in that speech of yours.”
“Really? Those secrets must be rubbing off on me...”
And they were gone.
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