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CHALLENGES | Round Three 2007 | 25 March through 8 April
Ok! Here are some simple challenges. Give them a try! Comment for clarification/discussion/etc.
01. Theme: Fame
Hint: who couldn't live without it?
02. Prompts
a) sacrifice + divinity
b) selt-portrait + karaoke
c)

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1880 Gustave Caillebotte - View Through a Balcony
(c. Impressionism)
d) Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
John Donne, Holy Sonnet XIV. Full Text.
e) frustration + Eusha! Eusha!
f) insomnia + mythology
03. Form: the Unexpected
Try to structure your fic to catch the reader off-guard.
04. Seasonal Theme: 'Rebirth'
Seeing as Easter's coming up. Biblical references might be interesting. Does not have to have to do with Christianity.
05. Timed Challenge - just keep writing madly until your time runs out! Fun to do in pairs.
a) ten minutes
b) thirty minutes
c) one hour
Tagging: Who would like to take the next round?
You know the deal. Fic something & comment with a link to it on this entry. Ready, GO.
01. Theme: Fame
Hint: who couldn't live without it?
02. Prompts
a) sacrifice + divinity
b) selt-portrait + karaoke
c)
[click for full]
1880 Gustave Caillebotte - View Through a Balcony
(c. Impressionism)
d) Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
John Donne, Holy Sonnet XIV. Full Text.
e) frustration + Eusha! Eusha!
f) insomnia + mythology
03. Form: the Unexpected
Try to structure your fic to catch the reader off-guard.
04. Seasonal Theme: 'Rebirth'
Seeing as Easter's coming up. Biblical references might be interesting. Does not have to have to do with Christianity.
05. Timed Challenge - just keep writing madly until your time runs out! Fun to do in pairs.
a) ten minutes
b) thirty minutes
c) one hour
Tagging: Who would like to take the next round?
You know the deal. Fic something & comment with a link to it on this entry. Ready, GO.
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Okay, now I'm gonna talk to myself. Cause I suck for not having done any of Z's amazing challenges and I want to do at least one this time. And someday I'll do the ones of hers that I had ideas for too - I was just too scared, I think! =o ...and busy, and tired... :P
Well, 1 pokes me to get more X out of my system, naturally... XD;; Hmmmm, I love that painting. f makes me think of something like a horror movie. With Kozi or hide or Ryuichi. I don't think I'd manage 3 well; I never really know wtf I'm doing in the first place, so I'd probably end up just making it incomprehensible in a bad way. 4 of course makes me go "Gaaackt!" That's such a thing of his. Besides the album title, sheesh. And even more so if I throw in Hyde, hehhe. But it's very Dir also. (No, no crossovers, I proooomise. *shudders*) ...and it's also very Kra AU. The one in the Dir XMMFF AU.
Huh.
Miiiiimeeeeeiiii~ if no-one else wants it before then, but I hope someone does! Please do, someone! ...then I'll take it. My challenges will be sucky and cracked, but hey.
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Z's challenges were great, i suck for not getting round to the drabbles, but assignments were due D:
yessss. fame + X. i love it too. it's possibly my favourite impressionist work. i was going to make the prompt a Kirchner piece, but that would have scared people, i think.
omg rebirth gackt. lol. i didn't even think of that and i have actually listened to that album XD;;;
yay! DO EET. i would like some cracky challenges, plz! ♥
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NO NOT LIKE THAT.
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And that painting is GORGEOUS.
Harrumph. I r teh brainded at the moment, I can't think of anything.
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it is, isn't it ♥ Caillebotte is great.
*pets* i hope your brain revives soon!
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mmm impressionism...i gotta admit i'm not overly fond of that period... but at the same time i love some of the works...idek :P i guess it's realism i was least fond of...
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Anyone want to write a one hour fic with me? :D
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you can fic with me and
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Cool. :) I'll add you to msn and mine is neptuneprincessofhell@hotmail.com
I've never cowritten a fic before though.
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I'm braindead. o_O Great challenges... But I'll need to see if I can come up with anything. xD *still has two random fics to work out of her system*
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where`s my deadman icon?
Let me just say UH OH. o.o 2.a, 2.d! & maybe thank you for giving me that missing bit I needed conceptually for. that thing that`s been itching at me to write lately. I hope it doesn`t decide to morph on me halfway through.
*wanders off to finish cleaning apartment and watch endroll over and over and over and over and over-*
i do not know - hiding? O:
Happy to be of service! :D I find Donne's Holy Sonnets somewhat fascinating...and yessss...Deadman!fic!!!*grabby hands*
n_n Have fun!
dekiagari
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05.b
"Come out." Sugizo's voice is warm and lazy. "I miss your disapproving face."
J grimaces, looks at his watch on reflex. He shifts the phone from shoulder to hand. "Look, you know how I-"
"Inoran's here." It's a thick purr. Too thick. "He's all holed up in the corner with Hide, but I don't know, they were talking about going over to the Whiskey - "
J interrupts him, a trickle of annoyance wrapping the automatic rise in interest. "What is it tonight, Yuu? What's the angle?" Why am I bothering to ask when both he and I know he's got me by the balls just saying "Inoran"?
"We're going to the beach," Sugizo announces abruptly. "Meet us down there. You know."
Click.
Re: 05.b
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The palm trees, the bright lights. Too much, you had too much - "Oh, they left. What, you wanted to go? It's just local night." Yeah I wanted to go, I wanted -
Don't think about that.
Sugizo's voice, sucking in drifts of warm vodka over J's ear. "Looks like it's just the two of us again?" J looks past him at the bonfire, the small group of punks and hangers-on.
It's not just the two of them... but it isn't not, in any way that counts to Sugizo, he knows. The difference, their sliding scales of what is and is not done...
It feels surreal to stand here and shiver beneath a palm tree wearing a wifebeater and Ryuichi's jacket and half of Sugizo's lipstick. Ryuichi watched beautiful, on-fire Sugi like a resentful hawk while pretending to hardly know his name, Sugizo watched J - and if he meant to be unobserved then he was far less sneaky than he ever dreamed himself - while Ino--
Grinding on Sugizo's leg, feeling the uncertain tempo of breath fanning on skin.
"Do you want me?" The rasp resonates deep from his chest, aching heart, ice-lanced sinuses.
Sugizo takes it as sex-talk. Of course. "Yeah, I want you. I want - "
A quick swallow and a hushing.
The body in front of him falls away. He is pressed against, breath taken away, shoved into the palm by - something else. Too drunk - too high - what the fuck did you - Sugi - Ribs creak and his back gives way to the ridges wrapping its trunk.
What the fuck?
Tighter.
"Hey - Su - " He gasps for breath, tries to cough it in. Wheezes. "Yuu. What - "
Shining. Liquid black. No eyes, no scent, no taste - dull rushes up from his toes, fingers shoulders
"What - "
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like a resentful hawk while pretending to hardly know his name, ♥
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I almost forgot.
XDDD
So now all we have left is the ten-minuter? *innocent smile*
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Smothered, motionless, he lies in the corner of a dark room. A blanket which may or may not be the source of the smell of mothballs covers him.
"I thought you didn't do that sort of thing." It lashes at his heart, razor-tipped with the acid in Inoran's tone.
He takes in a breath, tries to form the simple "no" that's all he knows Inoran needs to give him time, to stop, to wait--
Crashing onward, blind. All of them, blind. Broken. Too much damage done -
He can't speak.
Inoran stands, takes a step. Close beside him, so close, warmth of a rounded leg that J longs to touch because it is Inoran hovering near his head.
It passes onward. He stares into the dark wall until the orange and pink of sunset have faded and there's nothing but liquid black around again.
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