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.
How do I promote?
Here's a tumblr post (gen image if you have no idea who Mako Mori is in which case go see Pacific Rim ASAP and thank me later)
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Date: 2013-07-22 10:28 pm (UTC)"I love you," you let slip as soon as you open your mouth. You hadn't meant to say it, but it was stuck under your tongue.
She looks at you, her eyes wide and brown. She looks tired. "I know," she says with a smile.
She's the one who kisses you, and you're surprised because she caught you at your most subdued, when your love was a patient trickling and a simmer but not this roiling cloud that sometimes clogs your chest. Her lips are chapped and she tastes like the poor lunch you had, like a very specific brand of desperation that belongs only to her.
She makes you breathless. You lie beside her on the humid grass. The rocks hurt your back. She takes your hand and squeezes it so hard your bones ache.
The sky is made of velvet, rich and deeply blue, indifferent to all the suffering going on below. You let your rage stir sleepily inside you. The radio crackles and you cry, thinking of her collecting firewood in the forest, the scars on her ankles, your lost friends, the people who died when you weren't looking. You cry. You know that coming back, even if you win the war, will mean bowing your head to dozens of graves, and just like that your rage subsides into weariness. For the thousandth time you think about not coming back and because this is not a choice you can make you cry instead, all the tears you have for all the sadness in your heart.
In the night, she climbs over you and kisses you. Her mouth is determined and her body is tight, compact and womanly. You hold her and she holds you and you let her talk about it after, because this is what she needs, but language is a distant buzz and instead of listening you look at her hands, her beautiful, white, long-fingered hands. When she's finished talking you kiss her knuckles, one by one. You can't tell her it'll be okay, but she lies with the certainty of a preacher. You swallow her fingers and kiss over the scars. The moon shines eerily over you, drooping like a sad pilgrim on one side of the horizon.
"If the war ever ends..." she starts one day, her mouth shiny and red. It rained last night and this morning you walked in the damps woods, your feet sloshing with every step.
You kiss her so she can't say more. Jinx, you do not say, but you can't quash the fear, the horrible foreboding that if she says one more word the war will never end.
You walk in silence, then. She tips in your arms and you kiss until you're both drunk, incapable to think straight.
It's like this: you open your mouth, and she's right there against your lips, swallowing your darkness.
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Date: 2013-07-23 05:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-24 11:06 pm (UTC)O M F G PERFECTION!!!!
But this girl you love, you love like survival, like breathing, and it's a betrayal to so many things you don't understand how it can feel so evident. She tells you to stop dreaming and think, Harry, think. She tells you you will win this war, no matter what happens, no matter who dies. She gives you your hope, but sometimes you wonder who gives her hers.
HOW DO YOU PERFECT CHARACTERIZATION. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND THIS IS SO SPOT-ON AND SO SAD BUT IN THE RIGHT WAY AND UGH.
And: It's like this: you open your mouth, and she's right there against your lips, swallowing your darkness. WHOA RUDE HOW DARE YOU HOW DO YOU PERFECT END FOR THE PERFECT FIC I CAN'T.
Seriously I loved this so much thank you for writing it!!!!
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Date: 2013-09-02 06:58 am (UTC)