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harborshore) wrote2009-09-14 01:06 am
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in support of pairings I have written (or not, see icon for examples)
I'm stealing a meme from
colouredmango (who is borrowing my brain for the evening, btw, and has promised to feed and care for it properly--no, don't ask) and
liketheroad.
Ask me about a pairing I have written (or haven't and you think I should write) and I will give you five facts about them or a ficlet or a song that is CLEARLY THEIR SONG or their wedding china pattern, etc etc! Let's say this one is any fandom/band/etc that you can reasonably assume that I'm familiar with, yeah? Familiar meaning, you know, having heard of them.
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Ask me about a pairing I have written (or haven't and you think I should write) and I will give you five facts about them or a ficlet or a song that is CLEARLY THEIR SONG or their wedding china pattern, etc etc! Let's say this one is any fandom/band/etc that you can reasonably assume that I'm familiar with, yeah? Familiar meaning, you know, having heard of them.
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In the universe where they go to the same art school, where Amanda looks up in the studio one day and sees the new girl, tangled black hair and a smile like--like nothing else, this is clearly their song.
This is also the universe where Amanda does art installations that are part music, part words, and part these crazy whimsical images that are all her own. Lyn-Z draws her sometimes, gives her enormous wings and calls the paintings Titania reclining or Queen Mab at her desk. When they both get tired of working, they pull all the cushions off the couch, lock their door (they both have inquisitive and/or oblivious best friends, and Gee never knocks) and, well. Amanda draws Lyn-Z some new tattoos, then, tracing over her skin until Lyn-Z curses at her and makes her move, move, move.
And, as the song goes, it's like fighting gravity, but sometimes that actually works.
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Oh man, I want this world so bad, uh. Can't download the song right now -- stupid computer -- but Amanda drawing on her, oh man, biggest kink. *___*
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If I could figure out a plot, I would so write this world. Because holy hell, the two of them together, you know?
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Dude, seriously, if you ever want to sit down and talk out a plot, I am so very much there. Because them.
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AUGH. Stop that! I don't need another WIP. Oooh, but maybe, maybe they could go in my bandom-does-shakespeare story? OH MAN.
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OH YES PLEASE.
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Lyn-Z can pinpoint the day she first saw Amanda, really saw her. It was during the first run-through, when the girl who had been quietly playing the piano through the first few scenes turned around and spoke her first lines as Titania. It wasn't just that she knew the lines, knew all the tricky phrases by heart, but that she spoke them like she meant every word. Already. Having never rehearsed it before. It was like she was--
And it's silly, it's weird to think so, and Lyn-Z turns over another leaf in her sketch book and helplessly starts another drawing of Amanda, half-magical, half-real, torn jeans and painted face, wings just barely drawn in behind her.
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It wouldn't have to be plotty. It could be totally scrappy and just a bunch of stuff that happened to Lindsey and Amanda while they were college students and in love, and also the carcrash love affairs happening all around them, and it would clearly be awesome. *hopeful face*
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