MSPA Fanfiction VI: Trashy Rainbow Drinker Fanfiction

[PingZing]

Oh man, these meta fics are just plain silly. I've been sitting here snickering to myself for the past ten minutes.

[Redbud-Tree]

Hee, all of these make me feel almost relieved that I'm too new to be included in any. xD *applauds all the awesomeness going on before scuttling back to her own writing*

[Mirdan]

@PingZing: You write Rose and John pretty well, imo. Nicely done, and cute.

Meta!Doctor Graven

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He sighed.

"Again?"

SkaianRedeemer nodded solemnly.

"Look, Redeemer, I can't keep bandaging those finger wounds. Rivalries are really heating up around here, and I-"

"I know, Dr. Graven..."

"...can't just keep looking after you! People are getting seriously injured out there!"

"Yes, Dr. Graven..."

"Really, do you even need to type up n-teen thousand words per chapter? Honestly! It's killing your hands!"

"Dr. Graven..."

"And do you even know how hard it is for the others and me to keep up with that sort of conte-"

"MISTER GRAVEN, WOULD YOU JUST WRAP MY FINGERS ALREADY?!"

Dr. Graven stopped, stunned.

"Yes, er..."

Redeemer allowed himself to calm before speaking again.

"...I need to get back to work right away, Dr. Graven... Surely you understand."

"Yes, I understand."

Graven took out a bottle of anti-bacterial lotion.

Redeemer groaned.

"Really, doc? Vriska-strength?"

Graven clicked his tongue.

"Well, Skaian... Your finger wounds are particularly deep this time... It may take a while to heal, and we can't take any chances, should your bandages come off."

Redeemer prepared himself.

Outside the office, a worried Doodled patiently waited, after being clocked upside the head when asking lucidSeraph if he could autograph his-

A loud scream interrupted Doodled's thoughts.

Oh... Fuck.

A nearby Mirdan started sweating hard enough to make Equius proud.

Also, I base personalities off of avatars...

Kind of.

Last line made me think of the classic "A wild [person] appears!" (I almost missed it, too. Stupid speed reading habits of mine!)

[lucidSeraph]

Seraph wakes with his mouth tasting of stale beer and forgotten mornings.

Holy crap that's a great line.

fnasdn thank you .///.

i like it when my sentences manage to be snappy

[apocalypticCritic]

Meta!Lurk

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It was always uncomfortable to watch.

Maybe it was the position he was laying in- Lord English knew that these air vents were designed for people more... smaller. It didn't help that his arms were falling asleep. Still, for observing the goings on in the thread, there was no better place.

From here he could see Jim and Path, the vitriolic friends, one moment arguing about whose Spades Slick was better, the next reading each other's writings and extolling the virtues of the wonderful writings. He could see lucidSeraph, slowly getting drunker in the corner while churning out fiction that was generally excellent.

Of course, who could forget DerMonster, master of the Creepy!Felt, falling asleep in the corner of the room. And so many others, some just popping in for a moment to drop a small stack of paper on the floor and then running for the shadows, like cockroaches when the lights are turned on. Others did as he did- lurked, in the dark corners and high places, behind the bar and under the tables. They commented, sometimes loud, sometimes quiet as a mouse.

But he was the king of them all, up here on his throne, the best lurker.

A creaking noise beneath him. He barely has time to realize what is about to happen before the vents collapse. Down he falls, landing on his back to look into the faces of all these great writers. Each one watching, waiting to see what he would do. The silence was overwhelming, broken only by Lucid saying something about Master's Degrees and shoulda been an artist.

Finally, he held up a small stack of paper.

"For your perusal, gentlemen."

AUTHOR'S NOTES

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You're the main character, aren't you?
Uh, doy?

Ugh so crappy. This is what I get for writing at eleven o'clock at night.

[Doodled]

I really want to say that I started this fad.

I did not. Author did.

Regardless,

Meta!Holographic

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"So, I just type in something, like..."

Rose: Become a Strider

"...and then the little hologram changes accordingly?"

"Right."

lucidSeraph and lantadyme were sitting at opposite ends of the giant circular table.

In the center of the table was a giant hologram being projected onto an equally-large cylindrical screen via eight different devices scattered around the room.

The super-computer that ran this technology ran in the back of the room with minimal noise.

Lantadyme furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"It's not working."

"You gotta press enter."

"Oh."

He pressed the "==>" key.

Nothing happened.

"Why is nothing happening?"

"What'd you type in?"

"'Rose: Become a Strider'"

"Ah... You see, she's already Dave's ectobiological brother... Therefore, she's already a Strider."

"oh..."

"Besides, you should probably try something with easily visible results."

"Hmm..."

Lantadyme quickly typed in something different.

Rose: Become a dude

The Rose staring intelligently at the two people around her slowly started to shake.

A forest of hair suddenly grew from her chin, her arm muscles became more defined, and her entire figure seemed to transform...

Into a dude.

Lantadyme stared in honest shock.

Seraph left the room.

He'd come back in an hour, to see what shenanigans had been come up with...

An hour later

Seraph strolled into the room.

He grew bug-eyed.

Projected onto the Cyli-Screen was a scene that was quite... Excellent.

The bearded Rose was sitting atop an ice-breathing, purple-spotted, leprechaun-spitting dragon.

The dragon was racing through an ever-expanding planet, crushing the many villages of lemurs and iguanas that lived there.

A winged, devil-horned Vriska flew around the bearded Rose, but every time she tried to initiate STRIFE, Rose would force her to move away, via several of her HMLRL (Huge Motherfucking Lightening Rocket Launcher) blasts.

Oh, and a miniature Kanaya clung to Rose's shoulder, love-struck.

Seraph tried to look casual, as he ambled over to view what lantadyme was typing in next.

He grew bug-eyed once more.

"NO! DON'T DO I-"

Lantadyme whirled around, accidentally pressing the "==>" key.

Disaster struck.

He had typed:

Rocket: Become real.

"LOOK OUT!"

Seraph pushed lantadyme out of the way... and just in time, as the lone rocket expelled at the time came through the Cyli-Screen...

And went just barely over their heads!

Just then, Decker appeared.

"Hey guys, what's u-"

He was killed by a giant rocket of lightening.

"OH NO! YOU KILLED DECKER!"

Path poked his head into the room.

"YOU BASTARD!"

[Sporkaganza]

Oh god this is stupid why am I writing this.

Metafic go! Spork is Tired.

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Oh, god, what time is it? Is the new thread open already? Sporkaganza rubs his eyes and yawns. Maybe there's some new fic or something...

Spork stumbles over to the computer. "Oh hey lantadyme... is that Dave/Terezi?"

"Yes." lantadyme doesn't bother to look at him.

Spork tries to read it, squinting through his myopia. "Uh... yeah, I guess this is pretty good... it's a nice pairing..."

"Yes, it is. Thank you. Is that it?"

"OK jeez... you don't have to be so... cranky, I just got up..." Spork crosses his arms.

"You always just got up, Spork." lantadyme smirks slightly.

"Yeah, true that... I'm gonna go write some more of the animes crossover thing. Or some more Eridan fic." Spork shuffles away with his lazy, slouching gait.

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Since my only characterization is that I'm apparently sleepy and cranky I just ran with it.

[Wigmund]

Meta!Loneliness

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The writer who once contributed so much to the Fanfic threads stands outside the house watching the party going on inside through the open bay windows.

He wants to go join them, but he left them for some reason so long ago.

He had abandoned them.

He ran out of ideas of his own.

He missed them all terribly.

The writer starts to walk towards the window so he can watch all the people he once consorted with have fun, but the writer's current addiction tugs back on him.

So many AUs, so little creativity.

The troll in the police uniform drags the writer off as he tries to scratch his way back to the party.

He has new ideas, he promises!

He knows people will enjoy his strange tales again!

He has new ideas! He promises he will write them eventually! He's just so busy that when he sits down to type, everything dries up!

Please, don't take me! Please I want to go back! Please! Oh god!

[Path]

I was used in a South Park reference. I feel.... well, used.

[apocalypticCritic]

Meta!Loneliness

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The writer who once contributed so much to the Fanfic threads stands outside the house watching the party going on inside through the open bay windows.

He wants to go join them, but he left them for some reason so long ago.

He had abandoned them.

He ran out of ideas of his own.

He missed them all terribly.

The writer starts to walk towards the window so he can watch all the people he once consorted with have fun, but the writer's current addiction tugs back on him.

So many AUs, so little creativity.

The troll in the police uniform drags the writer off as he tries to scratch his way back to the party.

He has new ideas, he promises!

He knows people will enjoy his strange tales again!

He has new ideas! He promises he will write them eventually! He's just so busy that when he sits down to type, everything dries up!

Please, don't take me! Please I want to go back! Please! Oh god!

Wigmund, you're gonna make me cry....

We're gonna have to drag the ol' Hornpile outta storage....

[Doodled]

Meta!Loneliness

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The writer who once contributed so much to the Fanfic threads stands outside the house watching the party going on inside through the open bay windows.

He wants to go join them, but he left them for some reason so long ago.

He had abandoned them.

He ran out of ideas of his own.

He missed them all terribly.

The writer starts to walk towards the window so he can watch all the people he once consorted with have fun, but the writer's current addiction tugs back on him.

So many AUs, so little creativity.

The troll in the police uniform drags the writer off as he tries to scratch his way back to the party.

He has new ideas, he promises!

He knows people will enjoy his strange tales again!

He has new ideas! He promises he will write them eventually! He's just so busy that when he sits down to type, everything dries up!

Please, don't take me! Please I want to go back! Please! Oh god!

Wigmund, you're gonna make me cry....

We're gonna have to drag the ol' Hornpile outta storage....

But... Feferi's still in it...

Also, damn... It took me two readings to get it, Wigmund, but... Wow... That's schweet!

[lantadyme]

Meta!Holographic

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"So, I just type in something, like..."

Rose: Become a Strider

"...and then the little hologram changes accordingly?"

"Right."

lucidSeraph and lantadyme were sitting at opposite ends of the giant circular table.

In the center of the table was a giant hologram being projected onto an equally-large cylindrical screen via eight different devices scattered around the room.

The super-computer that ran this technology ran in the back of the room with minimal noise.

Lantadyme furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"It's not working."

"You gotta press enter."

"Oh."

He pressed the "==>" key.

Nothing happened.

"Why is nothing happening?"

"What'd you type in?"

"'Rose: Become a Strider'"

"Ah... You see, she's already Dave's ectobiological brother... Therefore, she's already a Strider."

"oh..."

"Besides, you should probably try something with easily visible results."

"Hmm..."

Lantadyme quickly typed in something different.

Rose: Become a dude

The Rose staring intelligently at the two people around her slowly started to shake.

A forest of hair suddenly grew from her chin, her arm muscles became more defined, and her entire figure seemed to transform...

Into a dude.

Lantadyme stared in honest shock.

Seraph left the room.

He'd come back in an hour, to see what shenanigans had been come up with...

An hour later

Seraph strolled into the room.

He grew bug-eyed.

Projected onto the Cyli-Screen was a scene that was quite... Excellent.

The bearded Rose was sitting atop an ice-breathing, purple-spotted, leprechaun-spitting dragon.

The dragon was racing through an ever-expanding planet, crushing the many villages of lemurs and iguanas that lived there.

A winged, devil-horned Vriska flew around the bearded Rose, but every time she tried to initiate STRIFE, Rose would force her to move away, via several of her HMLRL (Huge Motherfucking Lightening Rocket Launcher) blasts.

Oh, and a miniature Kanaya clung to Rose's shoulder, love-struck.

Seraph tried to look casual, as he ambled over to view what lantadyme was typing in next.

He grew bug-eyed once more.

"NO! DON'T DO I-"

Lantadyme whirled around, accidentally pressing the "==>" key.

Disaster struck.

He had typed:

Rocket: Become real.

"LOOK OUT!"

Seraph pushed lantadyme out of the way... and just in time, as the lone rocket expelled at the time came through the Cyli-Screen...

And went just barely over their heads!

Just then, Decker appeared.

"Hey guys, what's u-"

He was killed by a giant rocket of lightening.

"OH NO! YOU KILLED DECKER!"

Path poked his head into the room.

"YOU BASTARD!"

I'm so sorry, Decker! D: I should have known my love of red!Rose would eventually lead to disaster.

@Spork: Man, I hope I don't sound like this much of a jerk. :(
@Wigmund: /grabs and drags through window into the clubhouse again

[lucidSeraph]

I really want to say that I started this fad.

I did not. Author did.

Regardless,

Meta!Holographic

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"So, I just type in something, like..."

Rose: Become a Strider

"...and then the little hologram changes accordingly?"

"Right."

lucidSeraph and lantadyme were sitting at opposite ends of the giant circular table.

In the center of the table was a giant hologram being projected onto an equally-large cylindrical screen via eight different devices scattered around the room.

The super-computer that ran this technology ran in the back of the room with minimal noise.

Lantadyme furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"It's not working."

"You gotta press enter."

"Oh."

He pressed the "==>" key.

Nothing happened.

"Why is nothing happening?"

"What'd you type in?"

"'Rose: Become a Strider'"

"Ah... You see, she's already Dave's ectobiological brother... Therefore, she's already a Strider."

"oh..."

"Besides, you should probably try something with easily visible results."

"Hmm..."

Lantadyme quickly typed in something different.

Rose: Become a dude

The Rose staring intelligently at the two people around her slowly started to shake.

A forest of hair suddenly grew from her chin, her arm muscles became more defined, and her entire figure seemed to transform...

Into a dude.

Lantadyme stared in honest shock.

Seraph left the room.

He'd come back in an hour, to see what shenanigans had been come up with...

An hour later

Seraph strolled into the room.

He grew bug-eyed.

Projected onto the Cyli-Screen was a scene that was quite... Excellent.

The bearded Rose was sitting atop an ice-breathing, purple-spotted, leprechaun-spitting dragon.

The dragon was racing through an ever-expanding planet, crushing the many villages of lemurs and iguanas that lived there.

A winged, devil-horned Vriska flew around the bearded Rose, but every time she tried to initiate STRIFE, Rose would force her to move away, via several of her HMLRL (Huge Motherfucking Lightening Rocket Launcher) blasts.

Oh, and a miniature Kanaya clung to Rose's shoulder, love-struck.

Seraph tried to look casual, as he ambled over to view what lantadyme was typing in next.

He grew bug-eyed once more.

"NO! DON'T DO I-"

Lantadyme whirled around, accidentally pressing the "==>" key.

Disaster struck.

He had typed:

Rocket: Become real.

"LOOK OUT!"

Seraph pushed lantadyme out of the way... and just in time, as the lone rocket expelled at the time came through the Cyli-Screen...

And went just barely over their heads!

Just then, Decker appeared.

"Hey guys, what's u-"

He was killed by a giant rocket of lightening.

"OH NO! YOU KILLED DECKER!"

Path poked his head into the room.

"YOU BASTARD!"

shit

i ship it


also someone should draw some of this

[Sporkaganza]

@lantadyme: Nope, I just think I'm such a lame-ass doof that no one can put up with me. I just picked you because that is pretty much what happened when I came in here. I was just like "oh hey there's some dave/terezi fic... that's pretty cool"

[Dmabster]

Has anybody written "12 Angry Trolls" yet?
(As in Twelve Angry Men?)

[Jim Groovester]

Meta!Fan

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Jim Groovester was putting another chapter of Sapphire of Alternia into words. Obviously he had it plotted out already. If everyone hadn't already guessed the ending by now, he'd be seriously surprised. It was just so predictable.
A rustling sound came from his bedroom. Oh, honestly, not this again. He peered in to see Path, halfway in Jim's window, teeth clamped around the stems of a bouquet of flowers. Jim sighed, and went to get the flyswatter.

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"But, but we write about the same characters and settings!" Path pleaded as Jim Groovester swatted his/her head repeatedly.

It was then that Jim Groovester took inspiration from the actor he was basically copying in every way to write The Sapphire of Alternia. "At least we'll always have Problem Sleuth."

Jim Groovester kicked Path off his window.

[lantadyme]

shit

i ship it


also someone should draw some of this

oh Seraph, ooh~

[Sporkaganza]

Has anybody written "12 Angry Trolls" yet?
(As in Twelve Angry Men?)

This is the best fan fiction idea anyone has ever had.

Karkat is juror number 8. Go.

[Doodled]

Meta!Spork Pranks

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A loud snore erupted from the deep catacombs of Spork's mouth.

The head of that mouth rested comfortably on the arm of a large couch.

His stomach rhythmically rose up... and down... up... and down...

Wigmund was holding a feather above his face, ready for the cue.

PingZing steadied his hand...

Then carefully guided a gratuitous helping of whipped cream into Spork's open palm.

Wigmund carefully brought the feather down...

And slowly...

Ever so slowly...

Began tickling the cranky sleeper's cheek.

Spork slowly raised his hand up...

...

And slammed the whipped cream into Wigmund's face with all of his might!

Wigmund toppled over, PingZing gasped, and Spork cackled happily, almost evilly...

Then he fell back to sleep.

...

When Wigmund brushed the cream out of his eyes and sat up, PingZing was nowhere to be found.

Instead, someone else was waiting for him once he had exited the room.

"Nice job, Cream-mund."

"Very funny, Mirdan."

"What? You scared him with your creamy face, am I right?"

Wigmund grumbled discontentedly as he walked away.

[X15lm204]

so it's been a while since i posted a chapter of kcutsemoh
but that doesn't mean that me stopping is what is happening here

Kcutsemoh - Chapter 4
In which the last four trolls are finally introduced.

Next time: Karkat attempts to make an important memo and 19 or so assholes troll the hell out of it.

bluh ten pages of fic to catch up on oh wait why am i complaining i love this shit

[ProspitDreamer]

I think we're reaching CRITICAL MASS.

ohhh nooooo.

Also, was my last fic really bad? I'm not sure if Prospit Dreamer was being sarcastic or not with that. Oh well..

WHAT? No, it was awesome! I'm sorry, I'm like too serious for my own good. I thought it was so funny.

Also this reply would have come much closer to the question had not a thread transition occurred in between :P

[Sporkaganza]

Meta!Spork Pranks

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A loud snore erupted from the deep catacombs of Spork's mouth.

The head of that mouth rested comfortably on the arm of a large couch.

His stomach rhythmically rose up... and down... up... and down...

Wigmund was holding a feather above his face, ready for the cue.

PingZing steadied his hand...

Then carefully guided a gratuitous helping of whipped cream into Spork's open palm.

Wigmund carefully brought the feather down...

And slowly...

Ever so slowly...

Began tickling the cranky sleeper's cheek.

Spork slowly raised his hand up...

...

And slammed the whipped cream into Wigmund's face with all of his might!

Wigmund toppled over, PingZing gasped, and Spork cackled happily, almost evilly...

Then he fell back to sleep.

...

When Wigmund brushed the cream out of his eyes and sat up, PingZing was nowhere to be found.

Instead, someone else was waiting for him once he had exited the room.

"Nice job, Cream-mund."

"Very funny, Mirdan."

"What? You scared him with your creamy face, am I right?"

Wigmund grumbled discontentedly as he walked away.

Boy, do I wish I was this clever.

[lucidSeraph]

shit

i ship it


also someone should draw some of this

oh Seraph, ooh~

lantadyme i am home now and i am looking so literary
and also my trenchcoat

opened?

[battlerek]

These metafics are hilariously silly. Only in the HS fandom do the fanfic writers write about fanfic writers.

[lantadyme]

shit

i ship it


also someone should draw some of this

oh Seraph, ooh~

lantadyme i am home now and i am looking so literary
and also my trenchcoat

opened?

Let's do it. And you can leave your ironic Bro shades on.