Tumblr is a lot of fun, I’ve discovered. Here’s an example.
I was about to go to bed the other night when I noticed a hilarious conversation on my dash. One of the people I follow, Athena, had sent another person I follow, Tasogare, an OTP/BROTP/NOTP ask. OTP stands for “one true pairing” and basically means you ship it—you want those two characters to get together. BROTP signifies a strong friendship, and NOTP means nope, you never want to see those characters romantically involved. The OTP/BROTP/NOTP ask is where you send someone a pairing and see how they feel about it.
The pairing Athena asked Tasogare about? “Face x Floor.” Apparently she was typing a different question, tripped over her cat, and smashed her own face into the floor, and so she decided to ask about that instead.
Tasogare replied seriously that the relationship seemed aggressive, and so it was a NOTP.
This was too freaking funny not to get in on. I reblogged with:
WHAT NO FLACE 4 LYFE
THEIR LOVE IS SO MISUNDERSTOOD
Athena and Tasogare responded with false outrage, discussing how horrible I was for shipping an abusive relationship, and then started discussing how great it would be to have fan fiction of this ship. Another person, Usual, chimed in with a funny, pun-filled story. Athena kept pretending to freak out about how terrible the whole idea was, and I was so amused I asked my followers if the next thing I post should be Flace fan fiction.
(Tasogare “liked” this.)
Late last night, I was crawling into bed after posting a new chapter to a fanfic that’s been dormant for awhile. I wasn’t thrilled with the new chapter, but it was something. As I pulled up the covers I realized I wanted to write about Flace. I was already in bed, though, and my laptop was shut down for the night.
So I wrote the following on my phone.
Brain was opposed.
No. Opposed was not strong enough a word. It needed a modifier.
Brain was violently opposed.
It was unnatural, after all. Face belonged in the heavens. Beautiful Face, soft of skin, should remain here, where her loveliness could be seen and appreciated by all. Here, far above the hellscape that was the domain of Floor. That rough, cold, low demon, that…creature, unworthy of even seeing Face, let alone touching her.
Brain was violently, violently opposed.
Unfortunately, the traitorous Legs were not.
At every opportunity, Legs would attempt to wrest control away from Brain, to stoop, to kneel, to lie flat.
Brain’s struggles against Legs were difficult and tiring and only marginally successful. They sent Legs stumbling and set Arms, the uninvolved bystanders, flailing. At the best of times, Brain would force Legs straight, continue walking. At the worst of times, Face would crash down to Floor, supple cheek smashing into that lowly being.
Brain could only hope that the pain would dissuade Face, would convince her that what she was feeling was little more than a fancy, a crush, a passing notion.
But time and time again it happened, and Face was resolute.
“I love them,” she said fervently, and Brain wailed. No, no, no. This was wrong. This was obscene. Face belonged in the heavens.
“She loves them,” Legs said. “She loves them.”
“I love her,” called Floor from below, their voice horrid and grating and evil and offensive to Brain’s delicate sensibilities. “I love her.”
Face was resolute, and Floor was resolute, and Legs stood by them.
But Brain was also resolute.
I posted it and went to bed, feeling satisfied.
This morning I woke up to such nice comments. This is extremely egotistical, but I want to save them here, to remember how fun this was and how much I enjoyed it and how happy I was to have my contribution appreciated.
Athena wrote:
I DON’T WANT TO LIKE THIS
I REALLY DON’T WANT TO LIKE THIS BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN FIC
I DON’T
I CAN’T
I AM THE ANTI-FLACE
WHY MUST EVERYONE ON HERE BE SO PERSUASIVE WITH THEIR AMAZING WRITING
NOOOOOOOO
*rocking back and forth w/ covering eyes* I am the anti flace, i am the anti flace, I am the anti flace. No matter how gorgeously written the fic, I MUST stay strong for my cause. I cannot ship it. I CAN’T. I MUST KEEP MY IDEALS INTACT. I MUST NOT GIVE IN TO FLACE.
#I really am going insane #It’s actually happening #Imagine me checking into a mental hospital and the thing that pushed me over the edgde of the cliff of insanity WAS A SHIP I ACCIDTALLY MADE DURING AN ASK WHEN I TRIPPED OVER MY CAT #*ACCIDENTALLY #WHat evEN. #You really are an amazing writer though #Seriously write a book or something #flace #anti-flace #FacexFloor
(That last bit is the post tags…you can probably see why I want to keep them)
Tasogare liked the post, and Usual chimed in with:
We have the best shippers!!
#Conversations #Flace #Flace 5ever #OTP #I love you so much cosleia that it should be measured in light-years #And I bow down to you #All hail and long live the Queen of Flace #The Writer Supreme #All Hail cosleia!
So yeah, I wrote a love story about a face and a floor, and people enjoyed it, and it was nice. :)
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