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Lash ([personal profile] thewunderkind) wrote in [community profile] insertmeathere2011-06-10 06:18 pm
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It's Meme Friday!

And now for a meme made just for the meatship! It's the adventures of:


Thank you Shae for the picture!

+ Post with your character

+ Your tagging partner goes to the Randomizer page and enters 1 - 4 on the True Random Number Generator.

+ Get a number!

+ Each number causes a special effect:

1 - Sex Swap! Surprise, you're suddenly the opposite sex of what you were before. Is your partner too (that depends on them)? If your character has neither, either ignore this one, or feel free to give them one now. Double the surprise!

2 - Soul Swap!
Oh no! Looks like something malfunctioned on the ship and now you and your tagging partner have switched bodies. Will you try to fix it? ...Will one of you take advantage of it?

3 - Memory Swap! It appears you and your poor friend were stuck in a malfunction caused by Stacy and she has accidentally given each of you each other's precious memories. Not all of them mind you, but really important ones, especially the type you wouldn't want share around. What do you do now? How will this affect your relationship?

4 - Animal Swap! Oh fiddlesticks. Something went terribly wrong in the sensoriums and you've been turned into an animal. What is it? How does your partner react? Are you turned into an animal too? Can you fix this problem or will you be stuck like this...even when you step out?

+ Tag out all the terrible things that happen

+Profit!

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[identity profile] i-had-one4this.livejournal.com 2011-06-11 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Congratulations, Kon. You now know what it is like to sleep with four high-priced hookers at a time, and feel their painted nails weaving through your hair, your first night in Morocco a brilliant one, full of people to shoot tomorrow. You know what it's like to hear enemy combatants whispering your name as you nail someone with a headshot in the middle of a busy street (sorry about that traffic jam there) and you get all the feelings that come with it: the protectiveness towards your really expensive turtleneck, the genuine desire to play with your cool gun, the ego that comes from being as awesome as you are. Now you've taken a little kid by the hand and let them fly through the air as a distraction - that kid was in a wheelchair, too. It ends up in the newspapers, and your mother chastises you for not making her dreams, but whatever, you could never live up to her expectations anyway.

You have coworkers, too, that would die for you but you'd never die for, you have a family that may or may not include the head of the KGB, especially since your mother (and ew, you don't want to think about it) made it way more complicated and gross than it needed to be. You know what it's like to feel strongly abot a woman, to love her as fiercely an selfishly and protectively as you're capable of - and you get to watch her say "Sterling! How many times am I going to have to pay for your sperm's little 'accidents' in your maid?", her wrinkly old face scrunched up into a scowl.

You know righteous anger and shame as you launch the guy who ripped your suit into the ocean, dooming him to a painful death of hypothermia. You know grief over having a brand-new haircut mussed by thoughtless counter-agents. You know shame for finding out your mother used mustard in her kinky playtimes with the head of the KGB.

You also know what it's like to look up at the beautiful face of a girl you've come to enjoy and say "this interracial porno would be a lot better if we sped up the audio by ten". She tells you to fuck yourself, but you can't. You know you can't. That's why she's here. The other agent on the floor is dying in a pool of his own blood because you had a world to save, and this depraved tryst with your coworker is the best damn way you could think of to end this trip to Shanghai (except for the fact that she won't let you do anal). Your life, though shallow and vacuous, was awesome.
]

What the hell was that shit?

[identity profile] so-pregnable.livejournal.com 2011-06-11 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Conner makes a gagging noise.]

I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.

[identity profile] i-had-one4this.livejournal.com 2011-06-11 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
What, did you think of Mother? Because if you thought of Mother I might have to take out your bones and make a tiny little babymobile out of them. I'll end you, I'm serious.

[identity profile] so-pregnable.livejournal.com 2011-06-11 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
No, I didn't think about your crazy mother! I'm thinking about what it's like to be obsessed with my crazy mother 'cause you're obsessed with your crazy mother!

[identity profile] i-had-one4this.livejournal.com 2011-06-11 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Archer pulls out a gun and shoots Kon in the throat.]

[identity profile] so-pregnable.livejournal.com 2011-06-11 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Fwa-ping! It bounces right off.]

Dude, I tussle with giant death robots twice before breakfast, what the hell did you think that'd do?

Also: Impulse control! Learn it!

[identity profile] i-had-one4this.livejournal.com 2011-06-11 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Go through you, obviously.

And no.