The TFLN Prompting Meme

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The TFLN Prompting Meme




A Different Kind of TFLN Meme


Everyone loves TFLN, except for the people that don't. However, these stray drunk texts raise many intriguing and valid questions. How did fifteen watermelons get on the roof? Who went home with the guy dressed as a banana? Why were your pants replaced with rhinestone chaps and a poodle skirt? Where does one get a stripper pole at 9pm on a Sunday? Most importantly, what the hell happened last night?

Let's find out.

How to Play:

1. Go to Texts From Last Night. Choose a text, or click here to get a random one. You probably know this part already.
2. Here's where it gets weird.
3. Write a short scenario based on your selection (5 sentences to a medium length novella) giving some situational context for why you sent the text--or why the text was sent about you.
4. Other people respond to your scenario. Maybe they showed up because of the text, maybe they walked into your drunken shenanigans by happenstance. Either way they won't find any dignity here.
5. Party.

Comments

Edward Nygma | DC Comics

[questionslinger]

Well I just had a 45 minute conversation with a lady who was drunk off her ass complaining about how her 3 sons won't talk to her anymore. No more dive bars.



[ No more dive bars, he said. ]

[ This meant attempting to hail a cab and perhaps head uptown to a better brand of bar or, you know, finding the Iceberg Lounge and taking advantage of Ozzie's good nature; whichever was easiest while inebriated, but not quite drunk enough. ]

[ Hopefully, he's shaken the tail of chatty older women, or the string of lounge lizards that'd been eyeing him and his wallet all night. God knows how long he'll take to get a cab in a less than fabulous part of the city, but it beats the bus -- at this hour, it'd be doubling as the vomit comet, and Eddie is so not interested. ]

[digby]

ver good ginger ilkl bee on my way
be sur e to hold on to culpret
cud have importnt info visa vi my nemeses

Jerrica Benton ☆ Jem and the Holograms (modern) ☆ OTA

[rockingthepink]

It was one of those mornings. The day before had been utterly exhausting; first there had been the morning show, then rehearsal, then an interview and photo shoot, and then the extended concert. She knew she'd been pushing it with some of the new dance moves, but this morning, post shower, she'd found something she'd never expected.

Of course, looking in a mirror and trying to text at the same time meant that she wasn't looking so very carefully at who she was texting.

I ended up with bruises on the back of my knees. Tell me again how I did this?

Tyrell Badd | Ace Attorney

[tasteoftruth]

I rolled over and my thoughts became words and I said "oh fuck not you again" he didn't think that was too kind and asked me to leave

[The guy did have a point. The barest, most meager of points. Fact of the matter was that a cop shouldn't be fucking people with criminal records and who were most likely plotting to add to said records as soon as possible. 'Not you again' was the appropriate response to realizing that you'd once again gotten drunk and put your dick in the criminal element, but it probably wasn't a good thing to publicly express afterward.

Badd was out on the front stoop of the man's building idly texting one of the few people he trusted not to make a big deal out of such a situation and wondering if he should go back in and apologize.

He'd left two lollipops in there and they were the fancy kind.]

[champagneontheriviera]

[Dunois loved when they gave him an excuse. It was the ones who stuck around for breakfast then suggested some sort of... almost date thing that irritated him. What he wanted more than anything else when he woke up in a temporary apartment was to strip it down and get the fuck out.

He'd done his job, delivered his package, and even had a little fun.

Which wasn't to say everything he'd done was entirely legal. After all, this time? What he'd been delivering were undeclared, uncut diamonds. Really, though, his criminal background was... very tame. A few assaults and various things, but nothing to indicate just how dangerous he was. It did, though, point to the friends in high places he had.

When he stepped out of the apartment complex, he had to stop for a moment in surprise. He'd taken the lollipops -- tucked into his jean pockets, actually, because, well, he wouldn't turn down sugar -- but he hadn't expected the guy to have hung around.

He removed the cigarette from his mouth -- another one was already waiting, tucked behind his ear -- and tilted his head again.]

You again.

Music Meister | Batman

[hypnotic_patter]

There is a man playing a trumpet at this brunch and I hate life. Too hungover for this. Send help ASAP.

[Music Meister pressed send and then let his head fall forward to hit the table. Last night had been just fine. He'd dyed his hair, put in some colored contacts, geared up in his finest goth wear, and gone out to mingle with the drunken sweaty masses at one of his favorite clubs. There had been a lot of drinks, and some interesting things in the coat room with a person whose gender he couldn't completely deduce, and then he'd woken up in their apartment with the gender issue still unresolved.

This had been a situation that called for mimosas and properly cooked food, so he'd taken himself out to brunch. Old ladies and young couples seemed to be about his speed. Peaceful, just the right level of chatter for his level of hangover.

And then that damned trumpet came out and he found himself in the disgusting position of wanting music to go away.]

[questionslinger]

What's it worth to you?

[ Eddie, least compassionate 'friend' ever. But at least he's answering, right? ]

Damon Salvatore | The Vampire Diaries | OTA (or M/M for smut)

[predatoryspecies]

I'm not really sure how I got home, but judging by this headache, i'm assuming it involved bourbon.

[He woke up on the floor in the Salvatore house, not bothering to move but he had one hell of a hangover. He stops momentarily to pull a jacket over his head because there was no reason to look at the sun right now.

Fair warning though, he may still be drunk.]

[insurancebusiness]

[She might be drunk too, but isn't that the fun?]

Bourbon's pretty good. Going for hard liquor though and texting?

Sherlock Holmes | Sherlock (BBC)

[consulting_freak]

I have a queen bed, a cherry wood bed frame, and gold sheets. How are you saying no to me right now?

[It had just been a suggestion, really. An experiment. If both parties have frequent trouble sleeping whilst in bed alone, then a natural question arises. Will sleeping in bed with a trustworthy person put an end to the trouble? Sure, he could have been more specific from the beginning than to simply text: 'I'm in bed. Come sleep with me,' but he assumed he'd have the chance to explain the parameters of the experiment in person.]

[usually_subtext]

[ John was accustomed to unusual text messages from Sherlock, but this one stumped him entirely. He typed out a text several times then backspaced and ultimately decided not to respond, but really the suspense was enough to drive him mad.

in the end, he returned to the flat, entering a bit cautiously before calling out ]

All right. I'm quite certain I don't want to know what that was about, but I'm here.

Hange Zoe | Attack on Titan | OTA

[deviantlyhates]

i was brought a bottle of rum nd drank it. [ Who knows why. It's a meme. ]

now all i cn thinkabout is how cute he looks.

should i kiss him ? ? i wanna kiss him. im going t kiss hm

[ Kiss who, you might ask? Well. Hange can still be found sitting in front of a Titan, half finished pint of rum in her hand, gazing admiringly into the giant's soulless eyes. Why yes, she's very drunk. Why yes, it seems she's preparing to stand to make her way over to the Titan. She's probably going to get her head chomped off if she's not stopped. ]

[petral]

kiss who--

[ wait didn't hange say she was going to see her precious titans??

... wait was that a bottle of rum she was carrying petra was so sure that was for an experiment she didn't think she'd drink them herselves oh my fucking god ]

NO DON'T DO IT

Andrew Carter | Hogan's Heroes | somehow iphones in WWII??

[stlg13bomber]

So, I'm drinking, and I put my head down in the table. The cat jumped up to check on me, I have a cat sober monitor.

[Unofficial Unsung Heroes rule: when you get a mission to France, you get to drink French wine to any degree that does not interfere with the mission. (Also enjoy French women, but that wasn't so much Carter's thing. He was bad at romance.)

Carter had a decent amount of downtime waiting for his underground contact to come back to their apartment, so he'd gotten into their cabinet and started taste-testing the supplies. It was a nice apartment, especially compared to his usual accommodations at the stalag. Very tastefully decorated. And the underground member's cat seemed to be very concerned about his well-being so apparently it was also a member of the underground. That was good. The underground needed more mascots.]

[scopedconduit]

I woke up to find somebody slit my car tire and left an apology letter in my wiper that said "sorry wrong house"

[It's almost funny. Because, well, he's pissed people off before and never suffered from anything worse than a swing taken at him. The one time he does get his tire slashed? It wasn't even meant for him.

So, with the phone safely beside him, Moran has his jack out and is changing the tire himself.]

[springcleaning]

srry not srry

Xever | TMNT | OTA

[leg_fu]

Just gave candy to a strange child. Not my best move.

[When you're the go-to guy for the Foot, the guy who's willing to do the dirty work, you get a few tricks up your sleeves. Tricks like special drug-laced jolly ranchers. Customers go crazy for them and you roll in some money.

Of course, instinct kicks in when you see a cop heading your way--that or a few drinks. Instinct dictated he pass the illegal bundle to some small kid in sports gear.

He didn't realize what transpired after the fact. Immediately he whirled around, looking for the kid, cursing aloud. Son of a bitch.]

[purpleninja]

I KNOW you didn't mean to send me this, but what have you done to that poor kid?

Lance Corporal Levi || Attack on Titan || OTA

[springcleaning]

we went up 2 the bordr of maria took shrooms and went fishing...prette sure we kiled a titan and 8 it for dinner

[deviantlyhates]

HOW COULD YOU...!

[ The poor Titan. Eating him alive....! ]

Bertholdt Fubar || Attack on Titan || OTA

[toobig]

Im like a hedgehog. Easy to corner or get within reach, but tough to get right close to. Like a rooster with its feathers surgically replaced with razors

[schild]

Dude, I woke up in the kitchen, naked, with a blueberry bagel as a pillow.

Antonio Carrieda / Spain || Axis Powers Hetalia

[tomatinero]

Home. Barefoot. Drunk. Crying. Puked. Brushed teeth. Washed face. Dying. Need Cuddle.

Well... it's pretty much exactly as he'd said. Looks like he went off the deep end with his drinking buddies again, oh boy. At least he tried his best to clean himself up lest Lovi yell at him more than usual, but he nearly drowned himself out of water in the process and he hasn't even bothered trying to button up his shirt or get his tie off from around his head. Now he is collapsed on his couch and totally convinced that he is in the right state of mind to be texting people.

Which he isn't.

[somanylyrics]

[she wakes up sticky and half (3/4ths?) naked, and as she blinks slowly and stretches the kinks from her bones she tries to remember the night before. there was partying, and drinking, and dancing...and okay losing clothes isn't unusual but...

oh yeah...the champagne...and the sex....

she groggily sits up and looks around before quickly finding her phone. she's hoping she didn't text anything-

oh. yeah. she sent that last night. whoops.]

Have you ever had champagne poured on you during sex? It was like a rap video

[beautiful_barfly]

[something most people don't know about Lacey--mostly because she makes sure they don't--is she used to be one of those pathetic little bookworms who spent all her lunch and free periods in the library, way back when. And while, thank god, her discovery of vodka in eighth grade helped the wild girl inside her break free, it doesn't mean that all that crap isn't still in her head.

And sometimes, despite her best efforts, that ridiculous dork sometimes gets loose after the third shot. Or fifth. Whenever she loses count. Which is why she's typing the following with a giggle that almost chokes her as the tequila goes down the wrong way]

Please tell me that SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE, has created a drink called a 'Tequila Mockingbird'. PLEASE.

[she's still giggling to herself, wiping her mouth, which is why she doesn't delete it as her last remaining scrap of dignity would beg her to, and hits send instead]

Earth-3 Red Hood | Batman: Brave and the Bold

[aceinthehood]

The straight man in me wants to hit on her. But the gay man in me wants to compliment her on her awesome outfit.

[There's a new mask in Gotham and goddamn if she's not a looker. Red Hood's yet to get her name but given the whole cat theme he's going to guess something feline related. Also she's not shy about letting the security cameras get a peek at her when she's on the way out, which means the Rogue's Gallery has a nice shiny set of stills to analyze. Or ogle. Or both.

Red Hood's sitting on the roof of the Wayne Clock Tower looking them over. She's a thief, sure, but she's talented. They could use her if they can convince her to steal for a good cause.]

petra ral | shingeki no kyojin

[petral]

apparently i'm really good at getting wasted, having sex all night, getting multiple hickeys and oversleeping father's day brunch. this is the third year its happened.

[ funny story that no one needed to know. her father himself doesn't know this, of course, as petra keeps making excuses that her work was busy. or someone called her over for extra work. or titans.

but now everyone else knows why, these past two years, petra's been exceptionally jumpy (and wearing scarves) on this exact date. she's still out when typing this. it's probably 4 am. ]

[deviantlyhates]

Petra! I never knew there was this side to you!

[ She is up at 4am because... Titans. It's best to check on them in two hour intervals because some people might decide it's a good idea to kill them when no one is looking. ]

Pants off. Spirits lifted.

[maninatincan]

Tony Stark is passed out on the couch of the Avenger's Tower living room, pants-less and slightly drooling. Somehow his sunglasses are still on his face, shielding his eyes from any harsh light that may decide to torment the man come morning.

Re: Pants off. Spirits lifted.

[you_have_heart]

Loki is drawing penises on your face. In permanent marker. This is why you shouldn't take drinks from a God of Mishchief.

[altitude]

haha it's ok then, bc he only killed a canadian, they're not real people.

[ it was eerily quiet down this alleyway now. the dude who'd been here before ran off in a drunken stumble, leaving her with this body, and... yeah, he looks pretty dead. she tried feeling for a pulse but couldn't balance her crouch long enough and fell over.

So she'll just sit here and stare at the body. And try to figure out whether this is a crime. ]

trucy wright ( ace attorney | older au so i feel less terrible )

[legallymagic]

my dad just asked siri to "help me find my daughter's dignity."

[ holy hangover batman. Trucy's impressed that she even managed a coherent text this morning, with her clothes turned inside out or on the floor, vomit next to her bed (did she remember to pull a bin next to her...?), and one heel in her fan. One weekend home from law school and this happens.

She's hoping that someone can tell her what happened and sends the text message out indiscriminately. ]