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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 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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FOXFACE WINS
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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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and Electric Light Orchestra C:
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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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