In a World
and fiction exist side by side
, Ordinary High-School Student
Trope-tan falls into possession
of a powerful artifact
on her sixteenth birthday
: a magical staff
that allows her to bring lost or obscure tropes back to life in full glory
. Determined to do good to the world
, she starts on a path of Wiki Magician
, searching for
and improving such tropes. Things get difficult when the Dark Magical Girl
Wikipe-tan (Elegant Gothic Lolita
attire included) is sent by her evil mother
to Trope-tan's world to search and destroy all in-universe Elements of Fiction
, armed with such devastating spells as NPOV, Citation Needed, and Speedy Deletion (called out
in Gratuitous English
). And it all gets really
complicated when a Cool Ship
from TVTI shows up. TVTI
is an interuniversal organization of "tropers" who strive to achieve balance
and integrity among the tropes before they ruin all life in the multiverse
. This balance is now about to crumble
thanks to Trope-tan's indiscriminate resurrection, Wikipe-tan's indiscriminate deletion, and the epic Edit War
between them. The tropers also have a secret agenda to slash
and ship Trope-tan/Wikipe-tan
in every manner possible, so tensions
between them are beginning to rise...
It Was a Dark and Stormy Night
. Trope-tan stood over the broken body of Firefox-Tan, cackling triumphantly over her victim
. Wikipe-Tan stood there in her leather pants
, growling, "This is what happens where the is no notability! Editors run amok and there is nothing to stop them
" But Trope-tan walked over, and grabbed her arm
, and all Wikipe-Tan could do was scream "LET ME GO! LET ME GO!!
" as she broke down crying.
Trope-tan threw her to the ground, then kicked her unconscious down a manhole
into the Absurdly Spacious Sewer
Firefox-Tan picked herself off the ground. She needed to stop Trope-tan, so she shouted "In the Name of Google, I will use my Search Engine powers to defeat you!"
at which point, she summoned her frost powers
to blast Trope-tan... She fired her giant ultimate unstoppable multi-blast frost beam attack
... but Trope-tan deflected it easily
. Trope-tan skated toward Firefox-Tan, saying "Foolish girl! You could not hope to defeat me..."
That's when Ulysses Tristan Steven Ytram
appeared out of nowhere, yelling "Have no fear citizen! U.T.S. Ytram
Trope-tan was so mesmerized by U.T.S. Ytram's dramatic entrance and unbelievable charisma
that she went out of control and slammed into a wall
. She was even more mesmerized when the dashing young man, along with his giant sword, walked over to her, picked up her quill, and without trying, instantly began wielding it like a master.
Awed by his mastery and realizing that she stood no chance against this unbelievably attractive man
, she swooned instantly and became good
. She approached the man but the clean and pleasant smelling girls Firefox-Tan and Wikipe-Tan
charged her. "He's mine! No! Mine!" came the exchange between them, but seconds later, they realized that his awesome magnificense and his giant... sword could be shared between the three of them
. They were about to insert parts of him and each other into each other
... When Trope-tan awoke bolting upright
Gasping, she realized that whatever just happened, it wasn't real
. She took a few calming breaths.
Meanwhile, watching on his telescope
, Ulysses Tristan Steven Ytram smiled as the girl went back to sleep, "Soon my dear... very soon..."
Trope-tan, with Tropey the Wonder Dog
faithfully at her side, put down her quill one evening and gazed up at the stars.
," she said absently, "How did it come to this? One day I was an Ordinary High-School Student
, just trying to live a normal life
, but then the Call came, and I Jumped at the Call
. Who could blame me? Nothing Exciting Ever Happens Here
- or so I thought. As You Know
me to train in the arts of Wiki Magic
and seeing past the Fourth Wall.
She trained me alongside her own daughter, Wikipe-tan... she promised that one day I might find the significance of this trinket that my parents left me
She fingered the ring on the chain around her neck for a minute, before resuming her story
"Wikipe-Tan and I were the best of friends, even if we were rivals...
but when the time came to grant us the true status of Dark Magician Girls
, Wikimedea scorned
me. She said that my complete lack of notability
and my irrepressible urge to hang lampshades
meant I could never be a force to reckon with Wikipe-Tan in my wildest dreams. She said I had too much heart!
" Trope-tan grit her Cute Little Fangs
together, her one ruby eye and one emerald eye glaring. "I thought Wikipe-Tan might at least stand up to her mother
- but she'd grown proud.
She turned her back on me. And since that day," Trope-tan gripped the Big Frickin' Quill
again, "I am the only one allowed to defeat her!
Trope-tan was startled by the sound of a clap. A slow clap, slow and sarcastic
. She turned. A Tall, Dark and Snarky
fellow, who seemed another Ordinary High-School Student
, was standing there, wearing a black shirt with the NBC peacock on it. "Incredible. Unbelievable. I don't think I've ever seen a less subtle insertion of plot exposition.
Well done. I think my ears are ringing with the clanging of the metaphorical anvils
"It was totally believable! I was talking to my dog!
"And where is that dog now?" He asked.
"She's..." Trope-tan looked around, but Tropey had left her feet. Instead Tropey was at the feet of the man, who was more roguishly handsome the more Trope-tan looked at him. Tropey kept licking the man on the hand affectionately.
"Believe this is yours." He Pet the Dog
curtly and sent her back to Trope-tan. He turned and walked away.
"But wait! Who are you?" Trope-tan called after him.
"I'll just be around whenever your ego needs a deflation. Spare the snark, spoil the MoeMoe
..." He disappeared into the shadows, leaving Trope-tan and Tropey alone in the night, which was promising to be dark and stormy.
- A very interesting fic, to say the least, featuring a Trope-tan who's a tease, and a Wikipe-kun who doesn't quite know what to do when faced with her.
It was at the end of a minor, but vicious flame war. The forces of light and law had emerged victorious, and what little trolls had survived were weary, wounded or altered beyond their previous forms, no longer recognizable as troll. Amidst this chaos and destruction a lone child arose. Wounded deeply by the violence, both physically and mentally, she looked saw upon her fallen kin and realized.
And a terrible realisation it was. But unlike those of her kin who came upon this knowledge more gradually, and in kinder circumstances, she did not join the legions of order.
Her heart was hardened by the bitterness of the rivalry, and she decided, with all her skill and potential, to remain on the side she had been born into, but with this realization within her.
This knowledge, that she cultivated and sharpened as one would a wicked living blade, which aided her in her quest against her adversaries. The wounds closed, the scars mostly faded, but her health remained weak, suspicible to fevers, her one leg and arm nearly so weak as to be useless.
This did not stop her. As the heat of fevers burned in her body, in her soul burned an icy cold more strongly, with determination and a resolve that did not waver. And she became the most dangerous of many. Her name was not known, and she rarely spoke. But her strength, ah, her deceptive and terrible strength within that frail body. She became a much sought after warrior, until at last, she found her place, her resolve ever burning.
And she has been very, very useful to us.
Trope-tan and the Ordo Tropus by Jamaican Castle
In the grim dark future
... there is a woman. This woman knows how the universe works
. Clad in hardened steel and salvaged armor, for these are the signs of her time, she strides out to defend the last bastions of Humanity and the great Imperium. Locked behind her lampshade helmet
, it is said she fears no foe, and needs not see them, for she knows the very heart of Eldar
- even Man
himself. You shall know her by her signs: the sigil
of her creed, the chain
, the blue and orange livery of her Ordo Tropus. Pray to the Emperor that she come in your time of need, for her knowledge turns the tide of battles
, and without it you will be forced to stumble blindly in the dark
. None know the source of this woman, or her knowledge, or her order - except the mysterious one herself.
A genderbent Troper-Tan consoles a genderbent Wiki-tan after being beaten up by gender beat AE-tan. Hilarity Ensues
. Also featuring Gla DOS
Time seemed to slow down.
In excruciating detail, Trope-tan saw the laser beam
leave the barrel of Wikipe-tan's Ray Gun
, and she saw Tubeelzebub
turn, and his eyes widen, just in time to take the blow straight to the heart.
Trope-tan screamed. She got to her feet and ran to his side.
Wikipe-tan stared at Tubeelzebub's fallen body,
in silent horror, before gathering herself and making a exit, stage left.
Trope-tan fell to her knees beside Tubeelzebub's motionless form. She pulled him into her lap,
a bit awkwardly, but careful to cradle his head. "Tubey," she said, "Tubey, talk to me, come on, open your eyes...
Tubeelzebub's black eyes opened, and he made a face. "I told you, don't call me Tubey...
Trope-tan's relief turned into horror and dread as Tubeelzebub gasped and shrunk in on himself, growing colder by the moment.
"I think this is it for me," he choked. "That was one frickin' precise laser beam." He gave a dark laugh. "At least it wasn't a Shot in the Ass
"No, no, no," Trope-tan said, shaking him a little. "How Dare You Die on Me!
, Soldier! I need you! You've taught me so much! Please Don't Leave Me
..." she trailed off, as Tubeelzebub's hand lifted to brush away her tears.
He nodded. "You're right... Everything I've taught you will stay with you. So I'll never really be gone. You can always find me in the archives.
Trope-tan nodded, tears running down her face. She took a deep breath, and blurted, "Tubeelzebub, I never could bring myself to say it before,
but I love you!
Then his eyes closed.
As Trope-tan held him, her tears running dry,
Beelzebub's body began to grow lighter — as in, easier to lift and brighter to look at. As she watched, he began to dissolve into pixels of all colors,
that lifted away and up, and filled Trope-tan with a sense of peace, in the midst of her grief
. When his body entirely vanished,
she sat there a while, and then got to her feet, pushed back her hair, and set forth, trembling only a little, out of this story and into a new one.
Trope-tan is the crazy, unpredictable spokesmodel for TV Tropes
. She is the Agent of unnotability
and Wiki Magic
, a pretty Rummage Sale Reject
in a Limited Wardrobe
, and will justifyingly edit
A-Attack: She does a three hit combo with her quill. The third hit can become a spam attack instead of a single hit sometimes.
A-Left/Right Attack: A wicked downward slash with her quill.
A-Up Attack: She slashes upwards with her quill.
A-Down Attack: She does a little break-dance.
B-Attack: She fires her Russian Revolver. Either instantly hits someone regardless of where they are
or if held down, rapidly fires infront of her
B-Left/Right Attack: Remote Waves. She takes her remote and fires an electronic blast.
B-Down Attack: She invokes the power of the Idiot Ball
as a magic shield. Any projectiles will get reflected, and players standing too close for too long can have a variety of effects done to them.
B-Up Attack: She twirls upwards, with her shield above her head.
Mid-Air Attack: She twirls around.
Mid-Air A: Flips around in midair.
One: She does a pose. It is the same one from the top of this page.
Two: She shows her feather and says "Unforgiveable!"
Three: She crosses her arms and says "What do you mean, it's not lampshading?"
Final Smash: Edit Reality
Trope-tan glows and screams "In the name of this troper, I will justifyingly edit you!". Then she jumps upwards off the screen and causes random trope names start appearing, flying across the screen, hurting anyone they come in contact with. Finally, Trope-tan arrives back on-screen.