battothefuture: (terry ☞「your place or mine tonight?」)
Terry McGinnis ([personal profile] battothefuture) wrote in [community profile] goshdarnspam2010-12-24 06:44 pm
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Who is even here?

So I figured that it's Christmas Eve Night, and what better way to celebrate then with a festive meme that's vaguely theme-related?



the KNIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS meme

  • Your character is now the star of a romance novel.
  • Post with your characters.
  • Other people choose their costars. This can be anon if you prefer.
  • Post against these people.
  • All prose must be as purple as it is possible to be.
  • All settings are a sultry jungle or a castle 300 years ago etc etc etc. Bonus points for holiday theme.
  • Everything is as hideous as possible
  • When in doubt make it purpler


    • Think of the face-sucking/wedding/etc memes only 9000% more purple. Romance novel, people. Think romance novel. Her ebony locks and gently shimmering eyes the exact color of the Mediterranean sea on a cloudless summer's day sparkled, etc.
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    [personal profile] latrodectus 2010-12-25 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
    I'm trying to come up with a terrible romance plot point to start up with.

    Then I can use this icon.

    [identity profile] doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com 2010-12-25 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
    /has like, never read anything romance. so is clueless. omg.
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    [personal profile] latrodectus 2010-12-25 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
    okay I googled the internet for a generator:

    This story takes place in Bejing. In it, a murderer looking for love meets a cunning hero. What starts as obligation quickly becomes a passionate affair.

    You can be the murderer looking for love, James. Replace love with sex.

    [identity profile] doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com 2010-12-25 12:22 pm (UTC)(link)
    Not even rich aristocrats could hide within the bustling streets of Beijing forever and James had made quick work of his latest target, killing for money, just like he'd always done, then retreating deep within the throngs of Chinamen. He integrated easily as one of the many tourists, thick muscles barely contained within his tight, black t-shirt and rippling with every solid step he took. With his physique, he could take on anyone, but it would be the simple charms of a woman that would bring him to his knees with barely a touch.

    She stood out from the crowd, hair like an untamed fire, swept into style by the hands of an artist and features carved by an angel. His cold heart stopped dead at the sight of her and, unintentionally, his steps stopped dead in turn, forcing others to move around his perfect frame.
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