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Yoinking from [personal profile] yhlee:

Comment with a fanfic trope and, if you'd like, a character/pairing, and I will tell you:
• how likely I am to write it
• A few lines of theoretical fic

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Date: 2017-01-19 02:15 am (UTC)
yhlee: I am a cilantro writer (cilantro photo) (cilantro writer)
From: [personal profile] yhlee
Amnesia (temporary, permanent, crackalicious, serious, you choose!)
Simon Illyan

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Date: 2017-01-21 03:21 am (UTC)
yhlee: chessmaster (chess pieces) (chessmaster)
From: [personal profile] yhlee
Guh, I would read a whole fic of this. =) Nice snippet!

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Date: 2017-01-19 04:49 am (UTC)
gramarye1971: Punie Tanaka from Dai Mahou Touge, looking satisfied in front of a burning Tokyo Tower (Dai Mahou Touge: Tora Tora Tora)
From: [personal profile] gramarye1971
Body swap, involving anyone from Baccano!! -- bonus if it's not Isaac and Miria. ^_^

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Date: 2017-01-21 03:30 am (UTC)
gramarye1971: Colonel Une aiming a handgun at the viewer (EP 7) (Gundam Wing: Diplomat)
From: [personal profile] gramarye1971
*cackles* Oh, I love it. This is such a wonderful recipe for potential mayhem.

Considering everything else that's happened in Baccano, I'm a little surprised that this trope never showed up in the light novels. Sounds like just the sort of Fun With Alchemy that ought to happen....

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Date: 2017-01-19 02:35 pm (UTC)
extrapenguin: Photo of horse's head (Default)
From: [personal profile] extrapenguin
Fuck or Die
Simon Illyan/Captain Negri

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Date: 2017-01-21 02:19 am (UTC)
nrgburst: (Tifa DoC)
From: [personal profile] nrgburst
I love your meme tag!

Also:
Fish out of Water, Rufus

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A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax