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let me hear your voice tonight ([personal profile] alexseanchai) wrote2013-03-10 08:05 pm
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meme from [personal profile] akamine_chan

The Five-Minute Warning: A multi-fandom fanwork challenge

Rules:
+ Clear your schedule for five minutes (or longer if you have time, I'm not gonna turn down more fic).
+ Look under the cut tag, where you will find ten prompts, all of which are song titles, selected at random from my mp3 player.
+ Choose one of the prompts, and using whatever fandom, characters or relationships you want, create something. Ficlet, micropodfic, doodle, meta, etc. Go where ever the prompt takes you.
+ Reply with your creation in the comments to this post. If someone takes a prompt that you wanted, who cares? Double, triple, quadruple fills are welcome!
+ Repost this in your journal and make your friends create for you!

1) Raise Hell (Brandi Carlile)
2) Shiver (Jamie O'Neal)
3) Seven Devils (Florence + the Machine)
4) War, What Is It Good For (Edwin Starr)
5) I Am Stretched On Your Grave (The CRAIC)
6) If You're Gonna (Natasha Bedingfield)
7) Katmandu (Bob Seger)
8) Anything Could Happen (Ellie Goulding)
9) Be Like Water (Sarah Fimm)
0) We Didn't Start the Fire (Billy Joel)

Original fic, cause my brain is ot working i fannish words right ow

[personal profile] sharpeningthebones 2013-03-11 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
Note: I hope you don't mid this and thank you for sharing prompts! <3333


We didn’t' start the fire but we did watch it bur. It tore the house down like it was made of nothing. It consumed it faster than we knew what to do with.

All we did was stand and watch.

And maybe that makes us awful. Maybe we're terrible people for it but I don't care and neither do the rest of us. We survived because we didn’t' run back in there, we survived because we didn't let all the physical crap we owed control us.

So we lost everything, so what? We still had each other and that was what mattered.

[personal profile] sharpeningthebones 2013-03-11 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
Oh shiny! You may end p getting a bit more tomorrow because I thin this meme makes me happier than it should, I just...am very out of sorts right now.
sylvaine: Dark-haired person with black eyes & white pupils. ([band:MSI] Lindsey rocking out)

Shiver (Bandom, Alicia & Lindsey, background canon pairings)

[personal profile] sylvaine 2013-03-11 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
Um, this references recent RL events (cheating) if you'd prefer to avoid that.

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Lindsey looks up from her newest project - something with Cthulu and the power of corporations, and she's not sure what it's going to look like in it's final form but she can already tell she can make up all sort of pretentious bullshit about the meaning of it - when the doorbell rings & gets up with a groan from where she's sprawled on the carpet. She opens the door and comes face to face with a bedraggled, wet, shivering Alicia. She gasps and ushers her inside, out of the pouring rain. "'licia, what on earth? It's freezing outside, and raining, why didn't you wear a coat?"

Alicia laughs weakly and brushes wet strands of hair behind her ear. "I dunno. I guess I wasn't thinking. I just - I couldn't stay there. I couldn't -" she starts crying, softly. "Linds, how could he? And how could I not notice for so long?!"

Oh, fuck.. Lindsey thinks. So she found out about the pictures. She gathers Alicia in her arms, ignoring the damp spreading down the front of her shirt, strokes her hair and murmurs meaningless things as Alicia cries on her shoulder. She wishes she could fix this; instead, all she can offer is comfort and companionship.
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Re: Shiver (Bandom, Alicia & Lindsey, background canon pairings)

[personal profile] sylvaine 2013-03-11 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Probably better that way, tbh. *wry* (unless you want to know?)

Poor Alicia indeed.
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[identity profile] smalltrolven.livejournal.com 2013-03-11 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
What a fun idea, thanks, I reposted it on my lj. So here is my fic response for #9 Be Like Water, which took much longer than 5 minutes (oh well!). http://smalltrolven.livejournal.com/25290.html
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Be like water (Korra)

[personal profile] kaberett 2013-03-17 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Korra was too young, too strong, too healthily self-absorbed, back then, to notice that Katara always looked at her with fondness and amusement and a terrible sadness mingling in her eyes.

It is years before she learns: how to reach first not for fire, not for earth, but for water.

Katara was somewhere between disappointed and relieved - a dim and distant ache - when Korra emerges from Tenzin's tutelage largely unaltered, in that respect, if a little more open to thinking before acting. (It is not so very different, after all, from how she carries herself in battle: all that has changed is the timescale.)

No: she was not surprised that Tenzin, creature of the air that he is, could not teach Korra this, though her heart is heavy with the knowledge that Tenzin's family will always be - must always be - first and foremost not of the Southern Water Tribe, but Air Nomads. (She wondered, idly, how it was that sport bending did not teach Korra this; and then she remembers that Korra has always been very good at learning only what she wishes to, only what she considers needful.)

No: what startles her is that it is Lin who pushes Korra home - who teachers her how to be a water-bender, as well as an Avatar.

It is Lin who leads by example: who takes her morning tea with her feet buried in the cool earth; who grounds herself with her hands and her back on rock; who disappears without warning into the mountains and returns with the hint of a smile on her face.

It is Lin who finally snaps, one afternoon, as Korra accompanies her (when duty calls; it always does). It is Lin who pulls her up smartly; who curtly instructs her to stop messing around with metal; who softens, a very little, and explains that maybe, just maybe, she'll find herself less in need of bravado and swagger if she's more comfortable on her home surf.

And because despite herself Korra wants - not even to impress Lin; merely to win her approval - she hunches her shoulders, and she mutters and sulks, and that evening she and Naga go down to the water's edge, and they sit. And so it goes on: the next night, and the next, stretching into weeks.

Slowly - not in fits and starts, but in the trickle of water through moss, or the gradual advance of the tide upon the shore - her heart eases.

Halfway around the world, Katara pauses for a moment amidst her pillars of ice; she pauses, and she smiles, and she breathes out her love in a sigh and a billow of frost.