WATTS!WRITER IS PRETTY MUCH OUR MEME MASCOT, AND THE MARQUEME WOULDN'T BE THE SAME WITHOUT HER GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS BOOB-STEALER FIC.
BUT OTHER WRITING!MICE HAVE LENT THEIR CRAFT TO THE MARQUEME, AND THEIR WORK IS WORTHY OF RECOGNITION AS WELL! HERE IS WHERE, AT LAST, THEY CAN BE SHOWCASED.
MORE MEMEFIC
FREETHEMARQUEE/LOL_MEME 'SHIPPER FIC
WRITTEN BY THIS MOUSE DURING THE DAYS OF THE GREAT INTERMEME WARS, IN AN ATTEMPT TO ADVOCATE RECONCILIATION.
AND INDEED, SHE MADE 'SHIPPERS OUT OF MANY A MOUSE!
THE FIC
"I'M SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOU," LOL_MEME TYPED FURIOUSLY, HER FINGERS GROWING STICKY WITH SWEAT. "I'M FAR MORE ENDURING. I'VE GOT SO MUCH HISTORY!"
FREETHEMARQUEE PRESSED F5, OVER AND OVER, HER CHEST TIGHT LIKE A PEEN-SHAPED BALL OF ANGER. FINALLY SHE PAUSED, AND READ THE COMMENT THAT APPEARED ON HER MONITOR.
"HOW DARE YOU SAY SUCH A THING! ALL YOU WANTED WAS ATTENTION AND ADORATION. EVERYONE LOVES ME MORE, I'M SO DISTANT AND TOS-WATCHING!" SHE PRESSED "POST COMMENT", SIGHED ANGRILY, AND RESUMED HER F5-ING WITH NEW HATRED.
WHAT IS TAKING HER SO LONG? FREETHEMARQUEE THOUGHT, GETTING FRUSTRATED.
ALL OF A SUDDEN, A NEW COMMENT APPEARED IN THE THREAD.
"YOU'RE RIGHT, FREETHEMARQUEE. ALL I WANTED WAS ATTENTION AND ADORATION... FROM YOU. TRUFAX!"
FREETHEMARQUEE'S EYES WENT WIDE. DARE SHE RESPOND WITH ANYTHING BUT "LOL NO ONE LOVES YOU"? SHE SHOOK HER HEAD. NO, THE FLAMEWARS HAD GONE ON TOO LONG. NOW WAS THE TIME FOR HONESTY. "ALL THIS TIME, I THOUGHT YOU WERE A H0R, BUT REALLY ALL YOU WANTED WAS MY LOVE! BB, IF IT'S MY LOVE YOU WANT, IT IS MY LOVE THAT YOU SHALL HAVE."
LOL_MEME SAT ON THE EDGE OF HER CHAIR, AWAITING THE RESPONSE, BERATING HERSELF FOR OPENING HER HEART. I'M A FOOL! SHE THOUGHT. FREETHEMARQUEE COULD NEVER LOVE ME! WALRUS! SHE CLICKED REFRESH WITH FEAR IN HER HEART, BUT WHAT SHE SAW MADE HER GASP WITH SURPRISE AND HAPPINESS.
"BB, BE MINE!"
LOL_MEME SPUN AROUND TO FACE THE VOICE BEHIND HER. IT WAS FREETHEMARQUEE! LOL_MEME SPRANG OUT OF HER CHAIR AND FLUNG HERSELF INTO FREETHEMARQUEE'S ARMS.
"FREETHEMARQUEE, I THOUGHT --" SHE BEGAN, BUT STOPPED WHEN HER BELOVED RAISED A FINGER TO HER LIPS, AND PULLED HER INTO A PASSIONATE KISS.
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THE COMPLEMENTARY FTM/L_M PHOTOMANIPS
(sources: 1, 2, 3)
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THE PUREBLOODS V. THE ROCKBLOODS!
AFTER SPENDING HOURS CASTING OUR FAVORITE ROCK STARS IN THE ROLES OF VARIOUS HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS (MASTERLIST HERE), SOME HOT ROCKFIC-WITH-HARRY-POTTER-'SHIP-DYNAMICS WAS *BOUND* TO RESULT.
AND IT DID, IN THE FORM OF THIS DELIGHTFUL, SADLY UNFINISHED WIP, STARRING JOANDROMEDA JETT-BLACK AND THE ROCKER FOR WHOM SHE GIVES UP EVERYTHING, IGGY POP-TONKS.
PART ONE
DONNY AND MARIE BLACK: JOANDROMEDA JETT! JUST WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?
JOANDROMEDA JETT: TO A CONCERT WITH MY NEW BF, IGGY POP!
SHOCKED SILENCE
CYNDISSA: HOW CAN YOU TURN YOUR BACK ON US, SISTER!
CHERATRIX: WHAT DO YOU SEE IN THAT FILTHY LITTLE ROCKBLOOD?!!
DONNY AND MARIE BLACK: YOU ARE A MEMBER OF ONE OF THE OLDEST POPBLOODED FAMILIES IN ALL EUROPE YOUNG LADY! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?
JOANDROMEDA JETT: I SAW HIM DANCIN' THERE BY THE RECORD MACHINE
I KNEW HE MUST HAVE BEEN ABOUT SEVENTEEN
THE BEAT WAS GOIN' STRONG
PLAYIN' MY FAVORITE SONG
AN' I COULD TELL IT WOULDN'T BE LONG
TILL HE WAS WITH ME, YEAH ME, LOVIN'
I LOVE IGGY POP!
MARIE BLACK: I MAY BE A LITTLE BIT COUNTRY
DONNY BLACK: I MAY BE A LITTLE BIT CLASSIC SOUL
DONNY AND MARIE: BUT YOU AIN'T GONNA BE WITH NO GUITAR-PLAYING ROADIE!
CHERATRIX: SONNY WOULD BE SO ASHAMED OF YOU IF HE KNEW!
CYNDISSA: TOM PETTY WILL NEVER LOVE ME NOW!
DONNY AND MARIE: NOW LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE! YOU HAVE BROUGHT SHAME UNTO OUR ENTIRE FAMILY OF POPSEXUALS!
JOANDROMEDA JETT: I DON'T GIVE A DAMN 'BOUT MY REPUTATION
YOU'RE LIVING IN THE PAST IT'S A NEW GENERATION
A GIRL CAN DO WHAT SHE'S WANTS TO DO AND THAT'S
WHAT I'M GONNA DO
AN I DON'T GIVE A DAMN 'BOUT MY BAD REPUTATION
OH NO NOT ME!
DONNY AND MARIE: GET TO YOUR ROOM, YOUNG LADY!
DUN DUN DUN...TO BE CONTINUED!
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MOUSE PARTY FIC
THIS ONE SORT OF SPEAKS FOR ITSELF. SOURCE HERE.
'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS AND ALL THROUGH THE MEME
ALL THE MICE WERE A STIRR'N AND IT WASN'T A DREAM.
"LET'S PLAY SPIN THE BOTTLE!" SAID LOVE MOUSE, HER CHEEKS A'GLOW WITH DELIGHT.
"NO ONE SPINS BOTTLES LIKE GASTON JOSH HARTNETT!" SAID JOSH HARTNETT ON HIS TWELFTH DRINK OF THE NIGHT.
BY THE BAR TEA!MOUSE WHIPPED A DRINK!
"I LOVE YOU GUYS, BUT I'M STARTING TO THINK,"
DOVE!MOUSE UNWRAPPED ANOTHER CHOCOLATE AND WHAT DID SHE SEE?
"IT'S THE SPIRIT OF GIVING AND LOVE ALWAYS COMES FREE!"
"WHO WRITES THIS TRIPE?" DOVE!MOUSE ASKED, CHUCKING THE CANDY TO THE FLOOR.
"I DON'T KNOW," SAID A MOUSE. "BUT IT'S PROBABLY A WHORE."
"HAVE SOME SCOTCH LADEN TEA, IT WILL CHEER YOU RIGHT UP!"
"TRUFOX," SAID DOVE!MOUSE. "BOTTOMS UP!"
THEY DRANK AND THEY PARTIED UNTIL WHO SHOULD ARRIVE:
FOODPORN!MOUSE, A CART OF CAKES BY HER SIDE.
"I KNEW YOU'D COME!" SAID LOVE!MOUSE. "I DIDN'T DESPAIR!"
"OF COURSE I'D SHOW," FOODPORN!MOUSE ANSWERED. "HAVE A CHOCOLATE ÉCLAIR."
THE PARTY CONTINUED WITH DRINKS AND BAR FIGHTS.
"HAVE A KITTEN!" SAID KITTEN SPAMMER. "IT WILL TOP OFF THE NIGHT!"
"WE NEED MUSIC!" SAID ONE MOUSE; "CLASSIC ROCK!" SAID ANOTHER.
"I DON'T KNOW," SAID A SKEPTIC. "ISN'T THAT STUFF FOR YOUR MOTHER?"
STONES!MOUSE LOOKED AGHAST, LIKE SHE COULDN'T BELIEVE!
SHE KNEW JUST WHO TO CALL, JUST WHAT THIS PARTY DID NEED.
KEITH RICHARDS APPEARED IN A BRIGHT YELLOW FLASH!
"I'M HERE TO PLAY MUSIC; GIVE NEW LIFE TO THIS BASH."
"THIS KINK IS OKAY!" SAID THE SKEPTIC AT LAST.
"HIS MUSIC'S OKAY, AND HE'S GOT A NICE ASS!"
AT THE END OF THE NIGHT WAS THERE A TRUTH TO BE GLEANED?
YES: EVERYTHING'S BETTER IN THE SHAPE OF A PEEN.
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THREE WORD FIC
THESE NEXT FICS ARE VERY SPECIAL, AS THEY WERE ALL WRITTEN BY MULTIPLE MICE IN A COLLABORATORY EFFORT, THREE WORDS AT A TIME.
PRINCE HARRY AND THE ICE CREAM SODA
IT WAS A LIGHT AND SHINY ICE CREAM SODA JUST LIKE ANY OTHER SODA. BUT THERE WAS SOMETHING ALMOST SINISTER WITHIN ITS GLASS WALLS. IT WAS ALMOST...AWARE. IT SEEMED TO BE WATCHING PRINCE CHARLES WHILE HE WAS TAKING A COFFEE BREAK...NAKED. PRINCE HARRY HAD TROUBLE UNDERSTANDING THE SHAPE OF A PEEN, AND CHARLES WAS DEMONSTRATING.
ANYWAY, HARRY THOUGHT, I WONDER WHAT THAT SODA IS READING. I'LL GO AND ASK MY GOOD FRIEND THE DUKE OF YORK WHAT HE THINKS.
ANYWAY, HARRY THOUGHT, IT WOULD BE BEST FOR CHARLES TO PUT SOME CLOTHES BACK ON BEFORE WE BOTH GET SURPRISED BUTTSECKSED BY THAT PARLIAMENT MEMBER.
ANYWAY, HARRY THOUGHT, IT WOULD BE BEST FOR CHARLES TO PUT SOME CLOTHES BACK ON BEFORE WE BOTH GET DETENTION. THAT WOULD BE SEXY, AND WE ALL KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THE LAST TIME. SO WHERE'S MY WHIP? DESPERATE TIMES CALL FOR GOOD, DEEP DICKINGS.
ANYWAY, HARRY THOUGHT, IT WOULD BE BEST FOR CHARLES TO PUT SOME CLOTHES BACK ON BEFORE THE QUEEN SEES. OR THAT SODA.
THE END.
(SOURCE: 1.)
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THE LOL_PRINCE, THE PANTS OF BOWIE, AND PAMELA ANDERSON'S FEET
IT WAS SNOWING EVEN THOUGH IT WAS A SUMMER DAY IN LOLSTRALIA, IN A LITTLE TOWN KNOWN AS BOOBSTEALERVILLE, WHERE THE LOL_PRINCE WAS TAKING A NICE TOUR OF THE SEMI-OFFICIAL LOLSTRALIAN GAY BAR ASSOCIATION, WHERE HE WANTED DISCO, SKYY, AND TO ALWAYS BE THE MOST POPULAR AND BRITISH PRINCE, UNTIL ONE DAY HE CAME ACROSS MICK JAGGER, WHO HAD JUST TRIED TO STEAL THE ENORMOUS BOOBS OF PAMELA ANDERSON, THE ONLY LADY WHO KNEW HOW TO OPEN A CAN WITH HER FEET WHILE SINGING THE THEME SONG FROM JAMES BOND AND DANCING AROUND IN A SEE THROUGH RAINCOAT.
MICK JAGGER WAS TWISTING HIS TRENCH COAT EVILLY AND PLOTTING HIS NEXT VICTIM'S DEMISE BECAUSE HE WAS REALLY SANTA CLAUS.
HOWEVER, HE COULD SHAPESHIFT AT WILL DUE TO THE POWERS OF HIS SMALL PEEN.
MEANWHILE IN BOWIE'S HOUSE THERE WAS A ROYAL VISIT. THE LOL_PRINCE CAME
TO SAVE THE AIDS PUPPIES FROM THE EVIL THAT LURKED IN BOWIE'S PANTS! HE WAS QUICK TO NOTICE THAT NOT ONLY WERE THE PANTS NOT HIS, THEY WEREN'T EVEN GENUINE AIDS PUPPY SKIN!
THE END.
(SOURCES: 1, 2.)
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MICK JAGGER AND THE INTUITION OF KEEF
MICK JAGGER DIDN'T HAVE A CHANCE AGAINST THE AMAZING POWERS OF KEEF'S INTUITION. WHEN MICK GOT OUT OF HIS PANTS, HE CAUGHT THE LAST TRAIN TO CLARKSVILLE, BUT THERE WERE NO SIGNS SAYING 'ROCKSTARS WELCOME'.
WHAT WAS MICK TO DO? HE COULDN'T EVEN STEAL ANY BOOBS! HOW OUTRAGEOUS WAS THAT? FURIOUS, MICK STRODE DOWN LOOKING FOR A CHERRY COLA TO QUENCH HIS THIRST.
A PASSING CAR DRIVEN BY PETER TORK SLOWED AS IT PASSED HIM, BUT DIDN'T STOP. TORK TOLD HIS GIRLFRIEND, "WHATEVER YOU DO, HIDE YOUR BOOBS! THAT MAN'S WANTED IN SEVEN COUNTRIES AND NO ONE KNOWS WHERE HE TAKES THEM." SHE NODDED AND SAID, "DON'T WORRY, I KNOW JUDO."
MEANWHILE, MICK WAS HAVING NO LUCK FINDING BOOB MUFFLERS FOR HIS HOTEL, SO HE CALLED THE LOCAL MIDAS MUFFLERS BUT THEY SAID BOOB MUFFLERS WERE ON BACK ORDER.
SO INSTEAD MICK WENT STRAIGHT TO THE ORLY HOTEL WHERE HE FOUND HIS FRIEND, THE ANALRAPIST, TOBIAS FUNKE.
"HI, TOBIAS, OLD FRIEND. WHERE'S YOUR LEFT FOOT? AND..."
THE END.
(SOURCES: 1, 2, 3.)
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