war stories ficathon

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War Stories: A Comment Ficathon



Welcome to the war stories ficathon. Some quick guidelines:

What can I prompt and how do I do so?

Basically whatever you want, as long as there's a core component of a war story therein. Can be pre-, post-, or intra-war as long as it is, at its core, about the war. I'm pretty general with my concept of fictional conflicts, so if you've got a battle or a zombie apocalypse or a revolution, you're good to go. That means you can take a fandom that has a canonical war (like, say, Harry Potter) or you can take a fandom that doesn't have a war (like, say, New Girl) and plop them into a Hunger Games war AU or a zombie apocalypse. Have fun with it. I'm grim about my war stories but you don't have to be.

Prompts should contain the following format:

Fandom (not optional, can be multi-fandom or crossover) - Characters/Ship (optional) - Timeline (optional) - Prompt (which may be a plot, song lyric, quote, etc., but is not optional)

In other words, you can leave a character and/or a ship, and/or a timeline, which are optional, and a prompt, which is not. If you want, you can just leave a set of song lyrics and see what people do with them. If you want, you can just leave a timeline with those lyrics, or a just a character, or all three.

How do I respond?

There are no restrictions in terms of word count, format, tense, point of view, etc. Please title all of your response fics as such in bold at the top of your comment (make sure to close the bold tag!) since LJ took out comment titles because they're dumb:

Title - Character/Ship - Timeline

Presumably, your fics will contain these three things even if they weren't in the prompt. You can also fill prompts that have already been filled. If something speaks to you, as it were, it doesn't matter if there's already fic for it. You can write your own.

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[poppypickle.livejournal.com]

hunger games, primrose everdeen, never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be

[anythingbutgrey.livejournal.com]

wow

[electrumqueen.livejournal.com]

c h i l l s

[woodrokiro.livejournal.com]

Idk if I even did this gorgeous prompt credit, BUT I KIND OF HAD TO TRY.


Primrose dreams in color.

She believes in flowers that can grow from concrete cracks, in the thought that tomorrow will be a better day, and in the inherent good deep behind the officers' cold masks to name a few. Do not mistake her for being unaware, as so often her sister does: she knows what's going on in the world, knows that said officers would sooner beat her than let her touch their face to take a better look at who they are. She has seen the Games year after year just as everyone else, seen and almost smelled the blood and thirst and desperation and rotting and death until it made her sick to her very core.

And yet even after her sister volunteers, even after her home is ravaged and she is forced to live underground buried in everyone's grief-- she believes. Perhaps she has been spoiled by Katniss' protection and a mother who listlessly (but lovingly) runs her fingers through her hair and Buttercup allowing her to bury her face in his fur; but when she sees the maimed bodies or Peeta's dull eyes on the screen she digs her nails into her palms until they bleed and thinks there can still be good yet.

She decides to try on bravery when she goes to the mansion, and as she starts toward the injured child she catches a sight of the bombs floating down from the corner of her eye.

She rushes forward anyway.

Do not mistake her for being stupid. She knows as well as anybody there would be no way of surviving this, as wars are not built for little girls with duck tail dresses and prettily made braids. But she never thought last thoughts should be so dark. The moment she feels heat on her skin, she thinks finally, she is like her sister. She is a Girl on Fire.

Dreaming was never her demise. It is her salvation.