Bad Bang: Like A Big Bang... But Terrible
It began on FFA with a nonnie's confession that she had once received stick figure art in an actual big bang.
Obviously the only thing to do was to run a big bang in which everything was deliberately, hilariously terrible...
Bad Bang I was a big bang for badfic.
Bad Bang II: Bang Backwards was a reverse big bang for badfic.
Bad Bang III: Banging By Telephone was a chain story. Somebody wrote a badfic, somebody else illustrated it, a third person wrote a story about the artwork, etc.
Bad Bang IV: The World's Worst Exchange is a gift exchange where deliberately wanky requests will receive deliberately horrifying fic.
Dates and rules for future rounds will be announced on FFA. Or you can sign up for email updates.
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Recent works
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Roy and Ed are destined soulmates, but when an alchemic reaction goes wrong, how will they cope? Pls read and review!!!
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Brought together across the galaxy by a beautiful color.
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sherlock meets some bad tentacles
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i see the soul that is inside by jessalae for ImogenAlpacaday
Fandoms: Jupiter Ascending (2015)
03 Apr 2015
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Kalique and Jupiter have a sleepover, and there's a MYSTERY!!!
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Always be clear by ViolentFlowers for VioletVerbosity
Fandoms: A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens, Eye of Argon - Jim Theis
03 Apr 2015
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The dark haired bespectacled male stood erect against the yawning archway and even from the myopic distance across the expanse of the chamber that man extruded like a gem adoring a crown, polished facets pivoting when the man navigated toward Grignr's hidden ambuscade. The beanstalk whip thin man was covered in all manor of fabrics that obfuscated his form, rendering him to Grignr's eyes otherworldly; a vision that could be unfolded and divined, deviled, deflowered.
Behold a treasure to plunder, Grignr thought and then recoiled.
What manner of spell had that conniving harlot of a specter conceived and imparted to Grignr to mutate his thoughts to lechery for his own kind? His mind no longer equitably his own, now mired in thoughts of lust and lusciousness for that most unseemly and yet an inferno of covetousness drove his corded legs to unferal, propelling him so that he could catch the older man by the cloaked waist. His callused hands clutched the beautiful cipher’s face silencing him before rough housing them deeper into the lair.