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the song drabble meme
It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!
Take as long as you need; there's no time limits here!
And here's some helpful HTML to make it pretty!
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- Jade Harley || (
- Foxface || (
Number of Tracks: 2063
I don't have any playlists so DO YOUR WORST.
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It was actually rather spontaneous: she'd followed him into the kitchen, chattering about something or another, and he turned around and she was right there. And gosh, did she ever look beautiful -- her long hair was pulled back in a ponytail, hands in the pockets of her green and blue striped dress.
So obviously the correct thing to do, being almost fifteen years old and in a kitchen alone with your girlfriend, was to make out.
She was pretty okay with this -- he thought, he wasn't entirely sure as she didn't say an awful lot other than oh right before he pulled her into his arms and she leaned back against the kitchen sink for support. Okay so maybe he should've asked. He would ask right now. Or right…after this kiss, wow this was a long kiss, wow she seemed really into this.
"Is this-- okay?"
He knows his voice is breathy because he kind of wants this really bad, but she doesn't even answer; she just grins and tugs on his waist gently, until he's the one sitting on top of the sink and her hands tangle up in his hair, pulling him into another kiss.
Oh man his girlfriend. His girlfriend is awesome. She had a ridiculous growth spurt and now she's all legs and hips and chest and those new curves are currently pressed against him in a way that makes his body burn hot. And where is he supposed to put his hands? Girls don't come with instruction manuals, and so he kind of…just puts his hands on her breasts which seems to be a good idea because she makes some sort of happy noise (what can he even call it? he doesn't know, some kind of moaning giggle). That's good, right?
Definitely good, he thinks, since her hand moves lower and oh he bucks up against her touch and she laughs and wow this is so awesome!! He carefully moves his hands across her chest, looking for more of those noises and--
"Seriously?"
The two of them scramble apart, Jade moving backwards and crossing her arms across her chest, Dave aiming to get off of the counter but only managing to get his ass stuck in the sink basin. Dave is standing at the door -- not just one Dave, but two both of them peering suspiciously at the pair in the kitchen. How long had they been standing there? Red moves forward towards the refrigerator nonchalantly as Pink stands there, still staring. After a moment, Dave walks back to the door and looks over his shoulder, Coke in hand.
"Next time you're going to do the nasty, get in a locked room. Jesus."
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jade and karkat 543
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God, he gives her a headache.
She's pretty sure it's his voice -- the way it grates on her ears and makes her nauseous. He's always yelling about something, usually robots, robots in Canada and attempting to take over the station. It doesn't even make sense to her, and Jade is fairly certain that sometime before she came to Sacrosanct that Karkat just lost his mind, though she's not entirely sure where he's hiding it.
Sometimes, she almost finds him endearing, the way he's kind of got a few screws missing.
That doesn't last long.
They're standing on a cliff overlooking the ocean -- both visiting Jack, both bored and looking for something to do. She stands with her back to the drop, hands on her hips. Once again, she's watching him remonstrate.
"I'm telling you Harley, they're out to get us! I found a midget robot in my fort this morning and do you know what I did? I took it out and killed it that's what!"
Yawn. Not this again.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Karkat's voice breaks through her thoughts and Jade blinks, looking behind her. Her heels have hit the edge of the cliff and she holds her arms out, almost like she's trying to fly. There are no rocks below her -- she knows, from experience. But knowing Karkat, he has no idea what'll happen if she jumps. Maybe the rush will get rid of her headache.
"Goodbye cruel world! Oh I can't take it anymore, Karkat talked me to death!" Feigning illness, or possibly suicide, Jade grinned at the troll and fell backwards, off the cliff. She'd done this before, of course, at home where the water was deep. It was exhilarating, the idea of falling into oblivion. Jade twisted so that she was in a diving position, plunging into the sea and popping up a few seconds later. Looking up, she could see Karkat sputtering, and faintly she could even make out a few stray FUCK YOU HARLEYs as he wondered what to do.
That was the day Jade learned that lowbloods couldn't swim, as Karkat lobbed himself off the cliff and into the ocean, screaming death threats at her approaching figure and the water below.
She had to tow him back to shore. He was still blaming robots.
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She drags him through the snow, her small hand firmly wrapped around his own as they trudge through stuff that Jack probably found repulsive but that filled Jade with a sense of awe. She honestly couldn't tell, as his face was set in the permanent scowl that was generally reserved for occasions of great solemnity. Foiling Daves' plots (that weren't pink), for example, or eating out of his hidden scotties stash.
As she flopped down in the snow, he watched her, putting his hand back in his pocket. "It's fucking cold out here kid, you're gonna die." She laughed; Jack honestly looked like he had never seen cold weather in his life, the way his shoulders were hunched around his ears.
"Make snow angels with me, please!" Jade gave him a look and -- after much cajoling -- he relented, flopping down in the snow as if it was going to kill him. (Did Jack melt in the snow? She probably should have asked first.) Jade grinned and flung her arms through the snow, making a perfect snow angel. It was the work of practice and hard work -- it took a true snow angel master, of course! Standing up, she watched Jack carefully, attempting to not laugh at his endeavors.
"Your snow angel is...really special, Jack!" Okay no she had to laugh. His snow angel was terrible, some sort of mixture of impatience and a general lack of concern for getting up. Jack grumbled about the snow being fucking annoying anyway, and even though he said he hated it, Jade wrapped her arms around him happily. He smelled terrible, something like alcohol and sand and grime, but she didn't really care.
"You know, you're pretty cool!"
A pause.
"Yeah. You're not so bad yourself, I guess."
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jade and all the daves 408
jade and gardens 117
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Foxface and Karkat, 1487
As they watch the remains of Jack's tent burn to the ground, Foxface swears that she can hear the pathetic sack of shit next to her sniveling. Why was he doing that, anyway? It was just a stupid tent. She peers out of her hiding spot in a nearby tree and sure enough, tears are falling from his eyes.
Oh, killing-obsessed little boy. He's so weird. She dips out of the tree, holding her hands behind her back to conceal the surprise she brought for him. We'll see who's going to kill who now, huh?
"YOU," he breathed, looking at her through the tears. She only grinned, reaching around to pat him on the back.
"There there, little boy. It'll be okay! Daddy might even get a house for you to live in next time." Sticking out her tongue, she lept back as he brought out his sickle, climbing into the trees and disappearing again. When he turns around to leave, she can't help but giggle.
There's a sign on his back that says Kill Me.
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obviously these two have had the best conversations
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Jade and all the Daves, 408
She's on a 70s kick, and the Daves all groan as they walk through the living room, putting in their headphones to block out the noise.
The dancing shadows on the wall are all I've seen since you've been gone... Through all I sit here and I wait, you will return again someday...
Jade isn't actually sure what she's listening to, but she loves it -- the rhythm is catchy, the words are good and the orchestra's fantastic. For someone whose previous music knowledge ended somewhere around the 1940s, this was radical thinking. Sometimes, she swears that all her Daves like it too. Jade encourages them to like it with her -- please listen to it with me? -- and one by one, they seem to admit that it's not so bad.
Pink is first; he's the one least marred by the Strider sense of music, even though he still has the irony downpat. Jade pulls him out of his room one day and into the living room, spinning him in circles to the beat and singing along in her thin but clear voice until he's smiling and humming too. Orange is next: honestly, whatever Pink could do, Orange could do better, even if it meant that he had to give up some of his pride and listen to a dusty record that Jade had found on the wearable. She stood on top of the coffee table for him, lip syncing to the words, doing interpretive dance at times that seemed appropriate until even he was grinning.
And then red. Her challenge, though Jade Harley has never backed down from a challenge to make Dave Strider smile, as hard as it could be. She chose the subtle option. He always slept with his headphones in, the sound blocking out the other noises of the house and giving Jade the perfect opportunity to present her prime subject with glorious sound.
As he napped on the couch one day, she carefully replaced an earbud with one of her own, turning the music on her player all the way up.
Jade was pretty sure he jumped at least ten feet off the couch. And even though he eventually ended up falling on top of her as he scrambled for his sword, she was pretty sure it was worth it. After all, hadn't he given her a fistbump and a hug for her trolling attempts? And he'd even smiled, just a little, as she told him she wanted to listen to music with him.
A little smile's all she needed, really.
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Jade and Gardens, 117
She hates fire.
It kills everything she loves; she didn't even have to be there to feel her plants dying, some innate part of her hearing their pain as they wilted and burned in the rubble with the rock. It was her fault, she knows that. Her fault for bringing the rock in the house -- and then more rocks, as she died, as Pink got sick. She hates that she's directly responsible for the death of some of her dearest friends.
She hates fire because it reminds her of Dave, his hands and the smell of ash on his jacket as he hugged her tight. He did this to her plants. He killed them. And her body screams for revenge as she holds onto him and retreats into her head, letting the tears fall. Not for the bodies, not for the people inside -- for her plants, for the ones she loved more than anything else in her stupid room with the rocks everywhere.
It's frightening, how fast she can make things grow when she wants to -- the beat she plays is urgent and hard, plants flying around her, the trees reaching towards the sky at heights that make a man seen indistinguishable from the land. Her anger fuels her more than anything else -- anger and sadness, guilt too. She wants her plants back.
She wants her garden back.
Jade doesn't stop growing things until she's up to her knees in underbrush, the small forest now a rainforest, full of flowers and life. She has her garden back now, though it's not contained to plants in boxes on her windowsill.
She created an entire forest for her pleasure.
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It's something she's learning about, the whole "devoting your entire being to Science" thing that P-Body and ATLAS seem so fond of. And Jade has to admit, it's pretty fun -- she enjoys flinging herself into oblivion, coming out who knows where and landing on her feet as if she'd only fallen off her bed. Dave thinks it's terrifying, she knows. But she finds it fun, even though she's broken fingers and ankles and wrists flying too fast and too far, unused to her growing body and the weight differences after experiencing a complete lull in physics.
They chirp knowingly at her as she breaks another toe, showing her their own joints, repaired again and again for the purpose of Science, always moving forward. She grins and nods, taking their hands. "Maybe next time, I should make my own boots?"
They chirp in approval. Playing with the Jade human is so much more fun when they're not toting her off to the medbay every five minutes.
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umm I mean eeee robots
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Folding in beside Dave is as easy as breathing.
She does it a lot: when she's scared of the box under the bed or scared of the dark or simply just wants to have someone to hold onto. And sometimes, it's the other way around; he shows up at her door often enough, a wisp of a shadow in the darkness, softly illuminated by her nightlight. Without his sunglasses, Dave almost looks too fragile, and as he slips in beside her, wrapping his arms around her carefully (he can't hurt her, she's too precious to him), she tells him stories.
They're real to her, at least -- stories of forests and the smell of rain as it fell on her island, of rock climbing and cliff jumping and swimming in the cove. It's always something happy; Dave likes to think that it's always sunny where she comes from, the sun searing his eyes even in his imagination. Jade just likes to share her happy stories with him, watching his face as she gently strokes his cheek. She tells them until she falls asleep, though sometimes he falls asleep first, it's not often. They have messed up sleeping schedules -- four in the morning and then five in the afternoon, naps intermittently and food in between. But at least they're together, she thinks. She likes the feelings of arms holding her close, of waking up sprawled across a familiar face, hands clasped together.
And in dreams, it's not so bad -- if he's next to her, the dreams are all sunshine and clear skies, picnics on her island or on LOFAF or who knows where. Sometimes he kisses her in her dreams, and when she wakes up the next morning with an empty bed, she places her hand on her lips and wonders if it was really real, or if she imagined it all. Dave smiles when he sleeps, and though she's not sure what he's dreaming about (though she's curious, she wants to ask Alex if she can help her find out), she doesn't dare ruin the moment. Instead, she leans in and kisses him, making him stir as she slips out of her bed and into the kitchen. There's always cereal in the morning, and sometimes he wakes up to the soft munching of Lucky Charms as Jade sits on the bed, watching him roll around in the early morning light. But mostly they eat them together, sitting at the kitchen table in their pajamas, able to say nothing and yet feel everything.
But it's always dreams that she looks forward to -- waking up to the soft brush of a hand against her side, the feel of hair as it brushes against her neck, head nuzzling into her shoulder. At least then, with stories full of sunshine, they can both have good dreams together.
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That was fantastically adorable and perfect and guhhhh ;u;
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