Fandom Snowflake: Day Seven

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Fandom snowflake!

Day 7: In your own space, create a fanwork. A drabble, a ficlet, a podfic, or an icon, art or meta or a rec list. A picspam. Something.

Stealing a meme for this from egelantier and somebraveapollo: I've randomized 10 songs and chose lyrics from each - your job is to pick a number and a character (or ship) (or friendship) (or assortment of characters) and receive a ficlet!

1. A dangerous daughter in a leopard print skirt / A Polaroid camera recording the dirt (Suede: Attitude) Fill: Jessica Campion for just_ann_now

2. Down the stairs the lady came thinking no harm / Lankin he stood ready to catch her in his arm (Steeleye Span: Long Lankin) Fill: Jude/Kit for egelantier

3. Momma once told me / You're already home where you feel loved (The Head and the Heart: Lost in My Mind) Fill: Gabriel Corbier for somebraveapollo

4. Steal home before sunset, cover up my tracks / Drive home with old dreams at play in my mind and the wind at my back (The Mountain Goats: Genesis 3:23)

5. Does it matter that our anchors / Couldn't even reach the bottom / Of a bath tub? (Regina Spektor: Sailor Song) Fill: Hisoka/Tatsumi/Tsuzuki for ranalore

6. I love you, I swear it, I would never lie / But I fear for our lives and I fear your closed eyes (Wakey!Wakey!: War Sweater) Fill: Night Vale for lady_ganesh

7. And even if the morning never comes / My hands are blessed to have touched the sun (Local Natives: Sun Hands) Fill: Hannibal/Ben/Rose for egelantier

8. Ever since you left I've thought of nothing else / Been a man possessed by the way your touch felt (Simone White: What the Devil Brings) Fill: Richard/Alec for just_ann_now

9. Now the hard times are behind us / So let's not be alone (Cherry Poppin' Daddies: Hi & Lo) Fill: Hakkai/Gojyo for veleda_k

10. Wind out of Oklahoma this morning smelled like blood and smoke (The Mountain Goats: Pink and Blue) Fill: The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug/Benjamin January mysteries crossover for lynndyre

Comments

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Excellent choice! A drabble:

Tsuzuki loves Tatsumi. Loved- past tense. Because now he loves Hisoka. The two of them couldn’t be more different: Tatsumi’s careful restraint is nothing like Hisoka’s brash impulsiveness; Tatsumi’s dark hair and lean muscles share no qualities with the fine, golden bangs that always fall into Hisoka’s eyes, or the deceptive delicacy of Hisoka’s wrists and face. There’s no way Tsuzuki’s emotions could be confused, that he might desire them both.

He has so little to offer either. If one would indulge him it would be miraculous; two is beyond imagining. But he can’t be held responsible for his dreams.

[lady-ganesh.livejournal.com]

That's delicious. And so angsty. Oh Tsuzuki.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Thank you! He is so sad. (He needs Tatsumi and Hisoka to cheer him up!)