Who is even here?

[battothefuture]

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.

Comments

[radiantly]

Lover~

[superspeeds]

Yes, my darling?

[radiantly]

We're not this bad, are we?

[superspeeds]

We're fairly ostentatious, I think. Are you embarrassed?

[radiantly]

Well, maybe a little. To be fair though, I don't think I've ever referred mentioned the words "throbbing manhood" or anything like that...

[superspeeds]

We can be less ostentatious, I suppose. If you truly find it embarrassing.

And I think your vocabulary is acceptable those words being incorporated.

[radiantly]

I'm totally okay with being ostentatious. Everyone else can just... deal with it.

Are you sure? I mean, I could try it, if you want me to.

[superspeeds]

Agreed. I think we put up with quite enough from them to deserve this for ourselves.

No. I think we'll be fine without it.

[radiantly]

If they don't like it, they can look away. Or go read about you and Thor.

[superspeeds]

Indeed. Though better Thor and I than myself and Edward Cullen.

[radiantly]

/looks up from fanfiction









/single tear

[superspeeds]

I'm sorry, Angelica. He's simply not my type.

[radiantly]

What is your type?

[superspeeds]

You are.

[radiantly]

Oh really?

[superspeeds]

Yes, clearly.

[radiantly]

Clearly this calls for some purple prose, my love.

[superspeeds]

I thought you were embarrassed.

[radiantly]

Why would I be embarrassed by you singing my praises in the most ornate, poetic manner imaginable?








Besides, I'd do it if you asked me to.