breautender:
breautender:
finalfantasyunleashed:
The dictionary definition for fanfiction is “unofficial, unlicensed, fictional stories about celebrities or fictional characters, written by fans.” Even roleplaying can be seen as an extension of fanfiction to a degree. A crackfic is identified by its absurd, surprising, or downright ridiculous premise.
And so therefore, we at FFU hereby issue a challenge!
Using the prompts provided, write a short crackfic centred around your character. The sillier, the better!
Submit your creations to the Creature Committee by June 6th. The winner will have their crackfic read aloud by FFU’s own crackfic connoisseur Rygdea!
Keep your eyes peeled for a contest-winning example courtesy of Miss Lebreau later today!
As well, Miss Lebreau offers some advice in the way of MAYhem Writing through the following link HERE!
Rules!
- Please use the character you’ll be submitting with in the fic.
- One submission per character please.
- Multiple chapters are welcome but please do not exceed 1000 words.
- Please keep your fics PG-13.
- Please use coherent English sentences. Purposeful grammar and spelling errors can be used tactfully, but should still be legible.
- Crossovers, out of character moments, and blatant
abuse of beloved characters is highly encouraged!
Prompts!
- Shopping
- An Odd Meeting
- Springtime
And remember, have fun! Happy fic writing!!
Hey, that’s my cue!!
It’s showtime~
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arithmophile:
Hm… maybe. I dunno. You all have that same feeling of punch-me-in-the-face-please. It’s harder 2 resist with each new one I meet.
…wait, are you yb? Yeah! The young brat, as opposed 2 the 00ld brat. But then a polygon came in and ruined the fun so I bounced.
Actually, in relation 2 your Shibuya, do you still have living Taboo? I’m running a little experiment, trying 2 collect as many different ‘verses samples of Taboo as possible. I’d love 2 have a donation from your world, yb.
Ah, yes, your use of particular nicknames does ring some bells. Excuse my previous rudeness then. I believe the greeting now changes to ‘long time, no see’, hmm~?
There’s still an unfortunate amount of Taboo running rampant, actually. This dimension’s local Minamimoto hasn’t learnt a thing, evidently. It’s actually caused a tarn to my Shibuya’s pride, attacking guests. Really, how opprobrious of him. If you want a sample or what have you, you’re more than welcome to it, by all means. The more, the better.
arithmophile:
Who ARE all you PEOPLE?
No seriously,brat, have we evN met yet?
Name’s Sho, but you should already know!
Prepare 2b iterated if you dare 2 get in my way.
Oh dear, haven’t we?
The many Sho’s of the dimensions seem to all blend together in a haze of mathematical exclamations.
So long as none of your calculated plans interfere with my own Shibuya, by all means, go right ahead. It should be interesting to see how a different version of the Game works in an alternate Shibuya, after all. Might even make a few adjustments to my own, results pending~ Hee hee
icanhazhotdogz:
“Tch…” Smartass… Zell added to his thoughts. This kid didn’t seem like any others he had met. He seemed far more intelligent. It was odd for a younger male to have that quality. Zell had it though, even most people didn’t know it. His explosive personality disguised it, leading people to believe he was all brawn and no brain.
“The name’s Zell, Zell Dicnht.” He finally said after a minute or two of silence. There, the kid got what he wanted. The brawler then waited for a response for the youth, expecting to hear his name come up in the first sentence.
His smirk deepened ever so slightly. He’d honestly expected him to have more choice words than just a simple resignation. Fascinating~ “Lovely to make your acquaintance, now that I have a name to work with, Zell. Yoshiya Kiryu, since you were so ever so keen to know. If that’s a mouthful, then Joshua will do.”
Though Zell’s clothes didn’t seem too fantastical, it was a safe conclusion this wasn’t a recreation of his own dimension. Which would make getting back more bothersome than initially thought.
“I don’t suppose you’d be able to tell me where this is, Zell?” Rethinking his wording, he added, “It would appear I’ve wandered much further than anticipated. Glad I did, that I got to see your skills up close, but more or less lost nevertheless.”
It still sounded weak, but without knowledge of how this world worked, it was better to play on the safe side. “Without any heavy bags in sight, surely you haven’t come far from your own residence to train in the moonlight?”
icanhazhotdogz:
joshuakiryu:
He halted his approach some feet away with the change in the boy’s position, hand that had been hanging idly in his pocket now grasping his phone. It’d be trouble if he angered the other too quickly.
“Oh, well I was out for a stroll in the moonlight when I happened upon you and your training session. Apparently in a tree…” He kept his position relaxed, twirling a piece of hair absentmindedly without making eye contact. Rule number one of dealing with dangerous animals: don’t make eye contact, lest they take it as an act of aggression. “And after such a display of skill and power, why, I couldn’t sit idly by without coming over to meet the man himself, hmm?”
Zell couldn’t control the smirk that had risen on his face. This kid was throwing compliments at him left and right, just how he liked it. “Well I guess you do have a point…” He started, “My skills are a sight to see when people walk by.”
Zell stood up straight, coming out of his defensive stance. It was still a little odd for someone like the silverish-gray haired kid to be walking alone in thick woods, but some people were adventurous like that.
“What’s your name, kid?” Zell asked, leaning against a nearby tree.
Returning the smirk with one of his own, he allowed himself to loosen his grasp on the phone, conflict seemingly avoided for the time being. Little point rushing in, guns blazing without some reconnaissance first, after all. And as Sanae always said, ‘you’d catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.’ Although Joshua had long thought it time to retire the proverb, seeing as most people you’d encounter now-a-days were not fishermen in need of insects. In fact, most people he knew wanted nothing to do with such things. But that was beside the point.
“It’s a common courtesy to provide your own name before asking for another’s.” Never said the honey couldn’t be spiked. “Unless this martial artist persona of your’s is some sort of secret identity or other. That would certainly explain the dead of the night training you’re doing! Aren’t you a bit young to be leading a second life though?”
icanhazhotdogz:
The sound of the other’s voice rang to his ears. He turned his head swiftly, just to see a man with silver hair, possibly a bit younger than he. “Wha- how long have you-?” He closed his eyes and sighed. “Uh… thanks, I guess.”He slightly rubbed the back of his neck.
“With the moon..? What are you talking ‘bout kid? I’m just training. The better question is, what were you doing watching me?” He took a slightly hostile stance, unsure of the kid’s capabilities. He didn’t look all that dangerous, but Zell had learned first hand that looks could deceive you.
He halted his approach some feet away with the change in the boy’s position, hand that had been hanging idly in his pocket now grasping his phone. It’d be trouble if he angered the other too quickly.
“Oh, well I was out for a stroll in the moonlight when I happened upon you and your training session. Apparently in a tree…” He kept his position relaxed, twirling a piece of hair absentmindedly without making eye contact. Rule number one of dealing with dangerous animals: don’t make eye contact, lest they take it as an act of aggression. “And after such a display of skill and power, why, I couldn’t sit idly by without coming over to meet the man himself, hmm?”
icanhazhotdogz:
Night time in Balamb. Always so relaxing. It’s the days way of telling everyone to settle down and relax for a bit until morning came along again. That wasn’t the case for Zell though. Sweat still dribbled off of his cheeks as the punching bag flew across the abandoned field. He had only discovered this place a few nights ago, but he had already a good training arena set up. Another punch, and again the bag of plastic pellets flew across the field, grass ripping and tearing from the ground as it finally skidded to a halt.
Zell stood up straight, and cracked his knuckles and neck for the umpteenth time that day. He slowly approached the bag. Slam! Not holding anything back with a hard side kick, a tree was the only thing to stop it.
“Whew…” He panted. A grin steadily rose across his face though. No matter how much he trained, he always wanted more.
He had only closed his eyes for a second. A mere second, and yet Joshua had found himself the unfortunate participant of yet another dimensional shenanigan. An exasperated sigh escaped his lips before straightening himself up to take in his new surroundings. Or at least, that had been the plan.
A hand went out to steady himself against the trunk, while his other picked a handful of leaves from his hair. Even if these trips had become a regular occurrence, he certainly hadn’t been expecting to land himself in a tree of all things.
The large thud sounded louder in the previously still area, shaking his tree and forcing Joshua to reaffirm his grip to the trunk lest he be thrown off by the force. A swaying glance downwards revealed the tattered remains of a punching bag, the culprit of the heinous crime still standing a fair distance ahead. Well, violent or otherwise, civilization was better than the middle of no where.
“That was quite the display!” he called out, jumping down from his perch with ease in favour of cautiously approaching the punching-bag-murderer. “Are you always this rough towards inanimate objects, or is there something with the moon tonight?”
theserpentinecrescendo:
I will not have a besmirched reputation, in this, nor any other universe.
An admirable goal, to be sure! If only the masses still held your sense of personal justice~ But alas, the era of bushido died with the Satsuma Rebellion.
(出典: joshuakiryu)
