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17 January 2012 @ 05:37 am
Dream Multi-Fandom Comment Ficathon  
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Welcome to the Dream Multi-Fandom Comment Ficathon

How should "dream" be interpreted in this ficathon?
Any way you want it to be! It can mean anything from a literal dream to a longing or wish to a prophecy. Basically, if it can be tied back to the the idea of dreams, go for it!

How do I prompt?
Leave a comment with a fandom, character(s), and a prompt. As per the title, any and all fandoms are welcome.

How do I fill a prompt?
  • Reply to the prompt with your work with the fandom and character(s) in the subject line. Feel free to include a title and rating as well
  • Link to your work in the "filled" thread
  • If a prompt has already been filled, feel free to fill it again; there can never be too much fic
  • Always, always be sure to include any necessary trigger warnings

Can I promote?
​Of course! I'd love to see more people here!

 
 
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leah rebeccabloodofpyke on January 17th, 2012 08:27 pm (UTC)
QUESTIONS HERE!
Leave any questions you might have here!
hotpiexoxohotpiexoxo on January 18th, 2012 08:19 am (UTC)
Re: QUESTIONS HERE!
question how are u so great kisses ur forehead
Re: QUESTIONS HERE! - bloodofpyke on January 18th, 2012 09:48 pm (UTC) (Expand)
leah rebeccabloodofpyke on January 17th, 2012 08:28 pm (UTC)
FILLS HERE!
Leave links to all your work here, with the fandom and character(s) in the subject line. Please include any necessary trigger warnings and ratings.
leah rebeccabloodofpyke on January 18th, 2012 04:37 am (UTC)
Re: FILLS HERE!
Re: FILLS HERE! - hotpiexoxo on January 18th, 2012 07:40 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: FILLS HERE! - bloodofpyke on January 18th, 2012 08:34 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: FILLS HERE! - bloodofpyke on January 18th, 2012 09:06 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: FILLS HERE! - sister_wife on January 18th, 2012 06:08 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: FILLS HERE! - bloodofpyke on January 18th, 2012 06:16 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: FILLS HERE! - yon_lougawou on January 18th, 2012 06:33 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: FILLS HERE! - bloodofpyke on January 18th, 2012 10:39 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: FILLS HERE! - bloodofpyke on January 20th, 2012 11:05 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - sofiawonderland on January 27th, 2012 03:10 am (UTC) (Expand)
leah rebecca: Lincoln and Oliviabloodofpyke on January 17th, 2012 08:35 pm (UTC)
Fringe, Lincoln/Olivia, But I don't want to spend my time / Waiting for lightning to strike
hotpiexoxohotpiexoxo on January 17th, 2012 09:04 pm (UTC)
lmao time to surprise people with mine ok

ASOIAF - Arya/Gendry
So try to be somebody/So try to feel somebody/So try to leave somebody/So hard to be somebody
leah rebeccabloodofpyke on January 18th, 2012 04:36 am (UTC)
our faith is placed in second chances (asoiaf; arya/gendry)
“I did this for you!” He wanted to shout after her, wanted to fill his lungs with dust until she came back. Would it even make a difference? Gendry asked himself as he pounded patterns in the dirt with his boots. If she heard, would she even come back?

“No,” he breathed, answering his own questions. It wouldn’t make a difference; she wouldn’t come back if she heard. I did this for you! The words echoed in his head, in the trees, in the road until it felt like they were seared into his bones. Was that even true? Gendry asked himself, stopping as the wolf of winter disappeared through the trees. He shook his head, turning on his heel, starting back to the brothers. The question was too loaded, too heavy, and he didn’t think he was up to unraveling the threads tonight.

Or ever. Whenever Gendry tried to, whenever the question popped into his mind, all he could see was Arya’s face, twisted up with betrayal and anger. She was everywhere he went, now, so he buried himself in his work, hitting the steel until it not so much sang as hollered. He pushed himself, working until the last drop of sunlight vanished, until even the glint of the stars became too dim to see by. And then he collapsed into his bed, still not quite believing he had a bed to collapse in, hoping his dreams wouldn’t be colored by Arya Stark and hoping they would.
pingback_botpingback_bot on January 18th, 2012 02:07 am (UTC)
No title
User sister_wife referenced to your post from No title saying: [...] m after next week. but look this is cool go participate!!! DREAM MULTI-FANDOM COMMENT FICATHON [...]
Myramidnightblack07 on January 18th, 2012 02:14 am (UTC)
Game of Thrones/ASoIaF - Jon/Sansa; hold it together, birds of a feather...
Myramidnightblack07 on January 18th, 2012 02:16 am (UTC)
The Vampire Diaries - Klaus/Caroline; and all this longing, and the ships are left to rust...

Edited at 2012-01-18 06:12 am (UTC)
pingback_botpingback_bot on January 18th, 2012 02:19 am (UTC)
"so lay me down, let the only sound be the overflow..."
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delicious sweet tart: MSPA {some feathery assholesister_wife on January 18th, 2012 03:22 am (UTC)
asoiaf, stannis/davos/melisandre
we're all mad here.
(Anonymous) on January 18th, 2012 06:38 am (UTC)
{Quick note: The anon author has read like maybe 100 pages of ASoS so she couldn't go past what she could just make up. Probably before ACoK or maybe even not, who knows in this meme. :)}

The priestess likes everything red. Melisandre of Asshai would change the sky and the sun and the moon and the stars to the color of the rubies 'round her throat if she could.

The rightful King, the honorable Stannis Baratheon, knows it and in his chambers, after she's had him inside her, she rakes her long red nails down his chest until she sees red blood seep out of him and stain his skin with sorely missed color.

His onion knight, Ser Davos Seaworth, knows it too, and sometimes he sees the king suddenly gasp and hold his hand to his chest. He calls it a war wound, but the way that he traces the lines up and down, slowly, almost dreamily, when no one but Davos is watching--it makes the knight wonder.

One night after yet another feast whose plenty is dedicated to the rightful Lord of Light, Davos senses his chance. He has to kill her, this Asshai'i witch, this priestess, this monster with her eyes and lips and robes all red, red, red. He's had more wine than he should to make himself brave, and he thinks about whether the shade of her red heart will match the rest of her. And he has to find out.

He walks as if in a fever-dream, steps lilting, his title and his loyalty to his king making him sure. Of course she sees him from a hundred steps away, and he fails, lets the knife fall to the floor.

"I--I had to stop you," he says weakly when she inquires as to his knife. She props him back up. The world is spinning around him. The wine-- "For my King, for my--"

She kisses him instead.

She tastes like wine and fire and sin, and he hates it. My wife, he screams in his mind. My wife, my sons! But the dreamwine makes him compliant, easy, and she just grins wickedly, all the strength of the Maiden and the Crone and the Mother twisted in her eyes.

"I'll let you in on a little secret," Melisandre tells him as she holds his neck up, leads him into his King's chambers. Stannis' eyes are wild and it terrifies Davos, who has never seen Stannis want anything so desperately that wasn't a throne.

The rightful King's eyes are hungry for him, for the red woman, for the throne, for everything. The Lord of Light has made a man of no appetites ravenous.

The Lord of Light has made him mad.

"We're all mad here," she assures him, as if she is inside his head. And she kisses him again when she takes Stannis inside her, and when he wakes up, he cannot remember ever having not loved Melisandre.

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(no subject) - sister_wife on January 18th, 2012 07:35 am (UTC) (Expand)
leah rebeccabloodofpyke on January 18th, 2012 05:18 am (UTC)
hunger games series; katniss/peeta; hey baby, don't go/things happen, i know, for a reason/we'll build it back slow/but baby, don't go
delicious sweet tartsister_wife on January 18th, 2012 05:20 am (UTC)
homestuck, gamzee/terezi
the wife said to the clown
“my dear, you gotta take the judge down”
and the clown, the clown he just smiled
o little icarusyon_lougawou on January 18th, 2012 05:26 am (UTC)
Homestuck - Vriska/Terezi - park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
delicious sweet tartsister_wife on January 18th, 2012 06:05 am (UTC)
start a house fire with us in the middle (homestuck, vriska/terezi)
It's been years since you felt her hair under your fingers, brittle and coarse.

Vriska smells like car interiors and a particular shade of blue ink, the kind you buy from Wal-Mart just to write notes to yourself, scrawled on your arms. She’s taller than you, still, and bonier than ever. Her hipbones fit neatly above yours when she’s pressed up to you, legs to legs to chest to chest, and it’s so familiar you could choke on it.

She tastes the same, too, blueberry cough syrup and soap and the aftertaste of that perfume she wears, cheaper than she has to.

Her voice is the only thing really different – there’s less carefully-enunciated monologuing, no sharp-a’s ricocheting through the air to hide how scared shitless she is. She doesn’t seem afraid now, as far as you can tell.

That would be a mistake, so you hope for your sake she’s just gotten better at hiding it.

No, now she lets her hands do the talking. Her nails are blunt and they leave little teal ribbons down your back, under your shirt. Your back is still pressed up to the shitty formica countertop in your shitty kitchen, and all of a sudden you hear a soft plop suspiciously like your bra being thrown into the day-old dishwater still pooled in the sink.

3NOUGH OF TH1S R1D1DULOUSN3SS, VR1SK4

TH1S 1S MY HOUS3 >:]


You’re smaller but you’ve got a few pounds on her, and she’s really not fighting you as much as you’d like, so your tongue takes a walk down from her collarbone, heading south.

Her shirt joins your bra within seconds.

H3H3H3
o little icarusyon_lougawou on January 18th, 2012 05:27 am (UTC)
The Basic Eight - Flan - oh my heart it breaks every step that I take, but I'm hoping at the gates they'll tell me that you're mine
you were made for this: music | you may keep your pennyevewithanapple on January 18th, 2012 05:30 am (UTC)
Bomb Girls, Kate/Betty, I woke up, and she was screaming/I'd left her dreaming/I'll roll over and hold her tightly/And whisper "if they want you, they're gonna have to fight me"
o little icarusyon_lougawou on January 18th, 2012 05:47 am (UTC)
A Song of Ice and Fire - Robb/Jeyne - but I was not born to live, to die, and you were not born for queenin’
leah rebecca: Robb Starkbloodofpyke on January 18th, 2012 06:16 am (UTC)
in the darkness, we have time to pretend (asoiaf; robb/jeyne)
It’s weeks before she allowed herself to fall apart, and even then, only during the night. When everyone else is asleep, Jeyne let her world crash down around her, let herself writhe in the pool of memories she dare not touch in the light of day.

She doesn’t miss him; she cries out for him, is desperate for him. Huddled in bedding, covered in moonlight, she can still feel his tangle of hair on her face, feel the steady gaze of his eyes. Her hands scrape her skin and she imagined they were his hands, gentle even during war.

The Young Wolf’s widow. The words beat a mantra into her, running through her veins, imprinting on her eyelids. They follow her everywhere, hitting the walls of her prison, echoing in her skull, the castle, the kingdom until she can’t take it anymore.

Her hands are still bruised from when they took the crown.