MSPA Fanfiction VI: Trashy Rainbow Drinker Fanfiction

[Decker]

Come one, come all. We want your AUs, your crack ships, your sappy romance, your horror and anything else you can bleed onto paper. We take 'em all. Poetry, one shots, and multi-part epics. Have a gander, gush praises, constructively criticize, and, of course, add to the pile.

Before the fun, the small print.

Here are the old threads

Fanfiction Thread I
Fanfiction Thread II
Fanfiction Thread III
Fanfiction Thread IV
Fanfiction Thread V: We're Going to Need More Wands

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This is for people who want some serious tearing apart of their work. You can critique here as well, and you shouldn't feel obligated to post in the Critique thread. It's a little more srs bsns than here generally.

Rules:

All the rules for the rest of the art forum (and forum in general) apply here. Nothing explicitly sexual or gory. Try to keep it PG-13...ish.

Important related quotes from the powers that be below. Uh...the quotes are below. Not the powers that be.

For clarification! Ectobiological baby-making between kid and/or trolls is technically safe by forum standards, so long as all that is involved in the process is straight up genetic cloning without the accompaniment of any suggestive actions. The implication of or outright depiction or description of the underage characters becoming pregnant or being sexually active is very much against the rules, no matter how tastefully or humorously it is done. Aging up the characters does not excuse this. I would also avoid broaching the subject of hitting puberty and the details thereof out of courtesy, as that can easily flirt with inappropriateness and can make others uncomfortable.

The next one is important

If you guys are ever concerned that a fic you have written might be too violent or too suggestive or otherwise potentially inappropriate, don't hesitate to PM me! I'll give it a read and let you know what's up :3

As far as I know, fics that are explicitly sexual or extremely violent are banned outright. If the fic is just on the other side of the line as far as rules go, a link is usually acceptable. I would recommend PMing the fic to Lexxy first though. The line is a blurry one in some cases.

In short, read the rules before posting a fic. If you're not sure if your writing is kosher, run it past Lexxy.

Ladies, Gentlemen, and everyone else, start your keyboards! This thread is open for business!

EDIT: For convenience, here are all the pesterlog/trollian color codes, kindly put together by SkaianRedeemer a little farther down this page.

John - #0715CD, Rose - #B536DA, Dave - #E00707, Jade - #4AC925
Aradia - #A10000, Tavros - #A15000, Sollux - #A1A100 Karkat - #626262
Nepeta - #416600, Kanaya - #008141, Terezi - #008282, Vriska - #005682
Equius - #000056, Gamzee - #2B0057, Eridan - #6A006A, Feferi - #77003C
Nanna - #00D5F2, Jaspers - #F141EF, Davesprite - #F2A400, Jadesprite - #1F9400
Felt - #2ED73A

[Dermonster]

WOOT NEW THREAD

I SHALL VIEW THINE GLORY COME DAWN.

[lucidSeraph]

/squishes face into new thread

[Author]

THIS IS THE BEST THING.

OUR TRASHY RAINBOW DRINKER FANFICTION IS THE BEST TRASHY RAINBOW DRINKER FANFICTION.

[Doodled]

Allow me to make this little contribution to the first page of what is sure to be a grand- [/rambling]

Meta!Mystery

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The microphone gave a single screech of feedback.

But it was no matter.

The excitement.

The smell.

Oh, yes.

The smell of the fresh, new thread excited everyone to the point of not caring about a mere feedback growl...

"Attention, please!"

All petty conversations stopped.

"The Seventh Fanfiction thread..."

Anticipation rose.

"...is now..."

Out onto the stage slid Decker, microphone stand in his arms, with the mic snuggled right up against his mouth.

"OPEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!"

He leaped to his feet, and the party began.

Two moments later, and a shot rang out.

A collective gasp.

Decker fell to the stage.

He died within moments.

The frenzied mob of forumers blocked any sight of gun-smoke, as the killer blended into the crowd with ease...

This was the start of something new...

But it wasn't quite excellent...

[Graven_Image]

Reposting this one because the end-of-thread surge buried it.

Indystuck

Chapter 30

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OPEN SPRITELOG

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MONITORSPRITE: ...
MONITORSPRITE: Reboot complete.
MONITORSPRITE: PrOSpit version 8.14 installed successfully.
MONITORSPRITE: Hello, Knight. How may I assist you?
VIRIDIAN: Umm...
VERDIGRIS: I'll handle this.
VERDIGRIS: Computer!
MONITORSPRITE: I am not identified as "Computer." My name is currently "Monitorsprite". Would you like to change that now?
VERDIGRIS: Yes.
MONITORSPRITE: Please state desired identification.VERDIGRIS: ...Computer.
COMPUTER: I am now computer.
VERDIGRIS: Computer, relay all information related to the game "Sburb."
COMPUTER: I am sorry, but you are not authorized to make that command.
VERDIGRIS: Well, who is?
COMPUTER: Admin access is limited to one individual. Data has become corrupted. This individual cannot be identified. I am sorry for the inconvenience.

VERDIGRIS: Is user access enabled?
COMPUTER: Yes. User access is enabled for the following individuals:

• Captain Viridian
• Officer Vermillion
• Doctor Violet
• Professor Vitellary
• Chief Engineer Verdigris
• Doctor Victoria
• Meat Boy
• "Tim"
• Commander Video
• "Steve"
• "The Kid"
• Quote Marks
• Curly Brace
• Benli McUrist

COMPUTER: Note that list is compiled in order of input, and not any priority. All users have equal access.
VERDIGRIS: Fantastic...
VIRIDIAN: Computer, do you know where we are? Or how we got here?
COMPUTER: Current location identified as Land of Gravity and Silence. More specifically, the exact center. Be advised, the nearest land mass is two point seven kilometers away.
VERMILLION: ...What?

OPEN CONSORTLOG

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MIMIGA: So it really is you? The Warrior of Light?
CURLY: }Well, I don't know about "light," but I am definitely a warrior.
CURLY: }What do you guys need a warrior for, anyway?
MIMIGA: Oh, it's horrible.
MIMIGA: The world has been plunged into darkness for many years.
MIMIGA: Mimigas and other creatures of the Land of Light and Technology have been disappearing, or worse, have been corrupted and turned evil.
MIMIGA: It's Yggdrasil.
CURLY: }What's Yggdrasil?
MIMIGA: It's a massive root at the center of our world.
MIMIGA: Long, long ago, it was a battery. It held in all the organic material in the world, leaving the way open for our machinery.
MIMIGA: But something went wrong. Yggdrasil became poisoned with shadow, and now the vine jungles encroach on the cities, only held back by our floodlights.
CURLY: }It sounds like you guys are in a lot of trouble!
MIMIGA: Oh, yes, we are!
MIMIGA: Mimigas have been trying for ages to get rid of, or at least cure Yggdrasil. No one who tried has ever returned.
MIMIGA: But now you're here! And surely, the Warrior of Light can help us!
QUOTE:
MIMIGA: ... And I suppose your friend can come along, too.
QUOTE: :U
QUOTE:

The door into the cavern flew open, its guards dispatched by swift boots to the head.

"Thor!"

Silence.

A deep chuckle resounded deep within the dimly lit chamber

"Well, well, well. Look what the clockroaches dragged in."

There was a shifting of armor, and a rattling of metal on metal.

"A second-rate adventurer, looking to earn his fifteen minutes of fame by going after the big dog. How quaint."

"Do not taunt me, Thor! I am more powerful than you realize!"

"Oh, my. A time-traveler. That's the shock of the century."

"Alright, you're going to have to stop with the time puns. Those weren't funny the first time I killed you."

"You can't stop me, boy. I will have my hour."

"Fine, then. But I'll just have to let you know..."

Tim walked out of silhouette-inducing light and into full detail inside Thor's chamber.

"...that time is definitely on my side."

From the brass throne stood an imposing figure. Bedecked in knightly regalia, with a crown of hair the same shade as Tim's own.

This man was what Tim might have become, were he not cautious.

"Very well, Wizard of Time. I shall grant you your duel."

He beat his fists together.

"HAVE AT YOU!"

OPEN PESTERLOG

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incognitoInstigator began craftyMiner

II: Hey.
CM: cant rest
II: Hey, listen to me.
CM: creepers will eat me
II: Buddy, calm down for a second.
CM: cant rest creepers will eat me
II: Steve!
CM: cantrestcreeperswilleatme
II: STEVE!
CM: cantrestcreeperswilleatmecantrestcreeperswilleatme
II: SHUT UP!
CM:
CM: sorry
CM: paranoia
CM: cant
CM: focus
II: Alright, look.
II: I've checked. There are no Creepers.
II: There is, however, a massive space rock closing in on your position.
II: Now, are you going to stay there and definitely die,
II: Or are you going to connect to Meat Boy and possibly not die?
CM: i dunno
CM: stay here maybe
II: Alright, listen.
II: Go out to your mainframe. That is an order.
CM: hur yes sir mr troll sir
CM: anything else
II: Yeah.
II: Get a minecart.
II: You're going to need it.

[Sporkaganza]

My first fan fiction thread opening! My word, I've been deflowered!

[zebtrestalala]

It smells....BEAUTIFUL. I have never been able to smell that new fanfic smell before! I admit, it is quite nice to be at an opening, Spork.

[Rimbaum]

Yay, new thread! I'm working on some more Black Queen/Jack Noir fic. It should be up soon.

[Decker]

Allow me to make this little contribution to the first page of what is sure to be a grand- [/rambling]

Meta!Mystery

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The microphone gave a single screech of feedback.

But it was no matter.

The excitement.

The smell.

Oh, yes.

The smell of the fresh, new thread excited everyone to the point of not caring about a mere feedback growl...

"Attention, please!"

All petty conversations stopped.

"The Seventh Fanfiction thread..."

Anticipation rose.

"...is now..."

Out onto the stage slid Decker, microphone stand in his arms, with the mic snuggled right up against his mouth.

"OPEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!"

He leaped to his feet, and the party began.

Two moments later, and a shot rang out.

A collective gasp.

Decker fell to the stage.

He died within moments.

The frenzied mob of forumers blocked any sight of gun-smoke, as the killer blended into the crowd with ease...

This was the start of something new...

But it wasn't quite excellent...

AVENGE ME!
*Dramatic chest clutch and reaching for the white light.*

[SkaianRedeemer]

Decker, if it's not too much trouble, could we throw up some colour codes up there for convenience's sake? It'd be nice to have somewhere on the forums we could point.

John - #0715CD, Rose - #B536DA, Dave - #E00707, Jade - #4AC925
Aradia - #A10000, Tavros - #A15000, Sollux - #A1A100 Karkat - #626262
Nepeta - #416600, Kanaya - #008141, Terezi - #008282, Vriska - #005682
Equius - #000056, Gamzee - #2B0057, Eridan - #6A006A, Feferi - #77003C
Nanna - #00D5F2, Jaspers - #F141EF, Davesprite - #F2A400, Jadesprite - #1F9400
Felt - #2ED73A

[A Fan]

Imma just put this here, since I don't feel comfortable with reposting fics.

I assure you, it is awesome. Bro, Doc Scratch, and Problem Sleuth's Death are involved. Yes, there is a board game.

[Decker]

Decker, if it's not too much trouble, could we throw up some colour codes up there for convenience's sake? It'd be nice to have somewhere on the forums we could point.

No trouble. Great idea actually.

[Jim Groovester]

I am honored to have contributed this thread's title.

I feel obligated to write some trashy rainbow drinker fanfiction now.

I'll see what I can come up with.

[Wigmund]

Doodled has shown us the future, the OP of the next Fanfic thread will die.

I find it hilarious that I'm personally responsible for the rule about babbies up there.

And to make up for not posting in awhile, have this:

A Shadowy Return

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A single light flickers on in the darkened room, revealing an oversized chair. A chair much like a movie villain would sit in while gloating to world leaders about their latest threats to everyone's safety while they presume that the hero is currently being munched on by a moats worth of sharks or rabid lemurs.

The crackle of a speaker coming to life breaks the silence, and a heavily computerized voice is broadcast to the viewer in the dark room.

"You thought you all had seen the last of me."

The chair starts to rock as its occupant slowly turns it back and forth.

"You thought that since my creator had second thoughts about continuing the world in which I resided, that it would mean my demise."

The chair begins to turn towards the viewer, heightening the suspense.

"You thought that the creator had forgotten about me."

The chair can be seen in profile now, unfortunately the glare of the lights prevent any recognition of the figure seated with it.

"You couldn't be more wrong!"

The chair is now facing the viewer, the shadows slowly part to reveal the speaker residing within the gaudy piece of furniture.

"I am returning!"

The figure is surprisingly small.

"We will have new adventures!"

On the figure's shirt is the drawing of a perpetually scowling crab.

"There will be no adjustments in the AU to account for the stupid writer's changing tastes."

The figure's head lifts to reveal a black pixie-bob haircut and small nubby horns.

"We are going to have so much fun."

Green eyes flash mischievously.

"Kade's back fuckasses."

[Stormrunner]

Doodled has shown us the future, the OP of the next Fanfic thread will die.

I find it hilarious that I'm personally responsible for the rule about babbies up there.

I have a prediction. We will all die eventually!

[apocalypticCritic]

We should also put up the random prompt generator link.

[SkaianRedeemer]

Oh, right. And I wrote something stupid about Nepeta again. She is already here.. Also, my appreciation for Author's rapid-pace Meta

[ceruleanTresses]

Blah, I want to put my fic up to celebrate the new thread, but I'm still having it proofread, LOL.

(It is awful anyway so it doesn't matter.)

[SkaianRedeemer]

I didn't proofread mine, but I had the excuse of jamming it into the last page of the thread seconds before Decker set this one up. Now it's stuck there. ...Hrm. Didn't think that through.

[Rimbaum]

Oh hey, I DID manage to work on this thing again!


Making a Mark: Part 2

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The children have done the first prototyping. It's only a dog, a cherished family pet that passed on earlier in the day. But already, Jack is watching you. He's taking your offer seriously. The offer to have a chance to be known. Known by his real name, rather than continuing on in this timeline with some form of anonymity. So few players met him. The ones that did, pushed him into abandoning his name. Not this time. You can see the snarl in his face. This time, he's determined to be something more. Determined to keep his name.

The Draconian Dignitary - Alistair was part of his name, but you can't remember the rest - stands quietly behind Jack, watching with silent approval. Where Jack is always angry, unable to really think clearly about anything without letting it soak into his head for a few days - and sometimes longer - Alistair is calm and collected. Sometimes you think he doesn't actually feel anything at all. But he is loyal to Jack. Like a puppy. Woof.

Jack and Alistair look at you. Jack starts smirking, and Alistair... He might be amused. You can never tell. It's somewhat disconcerting, actually. But it's not as though you can help the woofing. Were they in your place, they would understand.

You ask them if there are any others they want involved. There are a small handful, but they are less worried about their names. Lesser pieces, content with their place in anonymity. You smile, and start towards the group. You have your own level of anonymity. Always and forever known as the Black Queen. You envy your counterpart in another session, who managed to forge an entirely new name for herself. The one known as Snowman.

It's time to stop being known by titles. You remove your ring, and throw it into the fireplace. Your husband may be the one still being prototyped, but you and Jack, along with your army, will be the ones the children should really fear.

[Doodled]

Meta!Scrap

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"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

Wigmund and Jim Groovester circled angrily around each other, waiting for the other to make a move...

They circled in silence.

Well, silence if excepting the "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT..."

Wigmund and Jim both whipped their arms up simultaneously.

The crowd grew silent after a quick, collective gasp.

Huge. Motherfucking. Lightning. Rocket Launchers. (HMLRLs, in professional terms.)

"WAIT!"

Nobody was moving, and the only new movement was a quick head-turn by Wigmund and Jim.

Out from the crowd burst Decker.

"Why are you fighting like this? Like animals?"

Jim glanced at Wigmund.

Decker continued.

"Shouldn't we all rejoice in the friendship that comes with mindlessly shipping our crack-pairings, and bleeding out all of the inner workings of our alternate universes?"

They thought.

The crowd thought.

They pondered over this short speech, and at the message contained within.

Confused, Wigmund asked,

"Wait, aren't you dead?"

Decker collapsed to the floor.

@cT: Don't be so hard on yourself! Honestly, if you rattled off a fanfiction in two minutes, we'd still get some sort of kick out of it.

[lantadyme]

Yes, new thread! /busts out a drabble to commemorate

Terezi/Dave

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He kind of expects her to try to lick him the first time they meet. It's why he wears the green suit when he shows up, not a stitch of red on his person besides his eyes and those are locked behind his shades for no one to see. He recognizes her from the crazy quirk of her grin, all teeth like a tiny bloodthirsty Cheshire shark. He nods and she nods, still grinning, and maybe he hadn't been giving her enough credit because all she does is hold out a fist for him to bump.

He does. He's a proper fucking gentleman and all. Her skin is hotter than he'd expected and she's got more curves than any girl he's ever known before, shapely legs and hips and—other things. Yeah.

"Damn, T-Z, you didn't tell me you were so smokin' hot," he says, the words tumbling out before he realizes that for once he actually means it and he's not just flirting for the laughs.

She giggles and steps into his personal space, the heat rolling off her, and for some reason Dave doesn't flinch away. "I could say the same thing to you mister coolkid extraordinaire."

[apocalypticCritic]

Meta!Scrap

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"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

Wigmund and Jim Groovester circled angrily around each other, waiting for the other to make a move...

They circled in silence.

Well, silence if excepting the "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT..."

Wigmund and Jim both whipped their arms up simultaneously.

The crowd grew silent after a quick, collective gasp.

Huge. Motherfucking. Lightning. Rocket Launchers. (HMLRLs, in professional terms.)

"WAIT!"

Nobody was moving, and the only new movement was a quick head-turn by Wigmund and Jim.

Out from the crowd burst Decker.

"Why are you fighting like this? Like animals?"

Jim glanced at Wigmund.

Decker continued.

"Shouldn't we all rejoice in the friendship that comes with mindlessly shipping our crack-pairings, and bleeding out all of the inner workings of our alternate universes?"

They thought.

The crowd thought.

They pondered over this short speech, and at the message contained within.

Confused, Wigmund asked,

"Wait, aren't you dead?"

Decker collapsed to the floor.

@cT: Don't be so hard on yourself! Honestly, if you rattled off a fanfiction in two minutes, we'd still get some sort of kick out of it.

That ending. So great.

[Doodled]

Yes, new thread! /busts out a drabble to commemorate

Terezi/Dave

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He kind of expects her to try to lick him the first time they meet. It's why he wears the green suit when he shows up, not a stitch of red on his person besides his eyes and those are locked behind his shades for no one to see. He recognizes her from the crazy quirk of her grin, all teeth like a tiny bloodthirsty Cheshire shark. He nods and she nods, still grinning, and maybe he hadn't been giving her enough credit because all she does is hold out a fist for him to bump.

He does. He's a proper fucking gentleman and all. Her skin is hotter than he'd expected and she's got more curves than any girl he's ever known before, shapely legs and hips and—other things. Yeah.

"Damn, T-Z, you didn't tell me you were so smokin' hot," he says, the words tumbling out before he realizes that for once he actually means it and he's not just flirting for the laughs.

She giggles and steps into his personal space, the heat rolling off her, and for some reason Dave doesn't flinch away. "I could say the same thing to you mister coolkid extraordinaire."

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"Hey-a, lantadyme... Whatcha typin'?"

I looked over lanta's shoulder, feeling the subtle light from the computer screen on my face.

"Nothing much, Doodled. Just some drabble on Dave and Terezi to commemorate the new thread..."

"I see..."

I scanned the first couple sentences.

It drew me in enough. I decided to keep reading it...

"Whoa..."

"You like it?"

"Yeah, but it kind of stops abruptly..."

"Oh, I'm not done..."

Lanta typed out the next paragraph with blazing quickness. I barely kept up with him, my eyes widening and widening with every sentence.

He typed the last quotation mark with a flourish.

"You think this'll do?"

I was busy focusing on something else...

"Why's it so warm in here all of a sudd-..."

His computer exploded.

@aC: Tanks!

@Wigmund: Oh yes. Hell yes.