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[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Happy Thursday, darlings, it's me again, still classics_lover, still guest hosting.

Today's theme is Music. I am happy to see prompts for musical "episodes", or song title themes, lines from songs used as prompts, have your favourite characters burst randomly into song or just humming that song that you just can't get out of your head. Go wild and have fun.

As per usual there are a few Rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
If your prompt is filled you may post another prompt.
No spoilers in your prompt until at least one week after the original airing/publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, warn in bold and leave at least three spaces

And a few examples to get you started:
Torchwood, ensemble, alien tech makes the people of Cardiff start singing and only Torchwood can fix it - if Jack and Ianto can stop singing big romantic ballads long enough to deal with the crisis.

Assassin's Creed, Ezio/Leonardo, while Ezio is feverish after taking an infection Leo sings to him to calm him.

Any, any, The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head.
The thunder of the drums dictates
the rhythm of the falls, the number of deaths,
the rising of the horns... ahead. Woodkid, Iron

Comments

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, ensemble, alien tech makes the people of Cardiff start singing and only Torchwood can fix it - if Jack and Ianto can stop singing big romantic ballads long enough to deal with the crisis.

[iantojjackh.livejournal.com]

Grr. Is your week almost up? *goes off to sulk cause this is causing major cracky ideas in my head*

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Assassin's Creed, Ezio/Leonardo, while Ezio is feverish after taking an infection Leo sings to him to calm him.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any, any, The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head.
The thunder of the drums dictates
the rhythm of the falls, the number of deaths,
the rising of the horns... ahead Woodkid, Iron

The Drums Dictates

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

For as long as the boy can remember there have been drums pounding away in his head. He didn't even realise, at first, that he was the only one who could hear them.

He has grown to love them, because they are the only thing he has that is all his own. He doesn't even have a name; no one ever bothered giving him one, and he never did hear one that sounded right for him.

He is a slave, this boy. This city has never had a high regard for the rights of outsiders, and he had simply shown up out of nowhere one night. He does not remember anything of what had come before, although sometimes as he lies awake he receives vague impressions of fire and fear and running and lashing out.

Sometimes he can't help but feel that he should be something more. In the privacy of his own head, where the drums beat and beat and beat and beat, he sneers at his masters. Everyone here is so stupid; he is the only one who's not.

None of them have even an inkling of the way his discontent grows by the day. He is quiet and good, and all the while his frustration and anger grow and swell and dance to the beating of the drums in his head.

It is over a decade coming, but eventually he too dances to the beating of the drums.

It isn't an ordinary dance that his drums dictate. No, this is like the impressions he gets when he lies awake at night. There is old fear rising up inside him, angering him. He lashes out and it is beautiful.

He takes up a short sword that he can hide underneath his clothes, and he goes from room to room and house to house. He kills everyone he finds, master and tradesman and slave alike. He varies his methodology with every kill he makes, just to keep things interesting.

Even now, in the feverish state he has fallen to, he realises that he can't kill everyone in one night. That is why he puts poison in all the food he finds. That should take care of those he misses.

He washes himself and makes his way back to his pallet before dawn. For less than an hour he sleeps more soundly than he ever has before.

He is awoken by chaos, fear and panic. They think that they were visited by an entire legion of devils in the night.

No one stops him when he leads a fine grey mare right out of a rich man's stable, nor do they stop him when he rides her all the way out of the city.

Outside the city, he finally gives into the urge to laugh long and hard. If there is a note of hysteria in that laughter, well, the horse will not pass judgment.

He rides far, and reinvents himself as a great warrior in another land. In time he leads armies of his own to bloody wars that nearly drown out the beating of drums in his head.

In fact, he almost forgets that he ever realised that the drums mark him as strange and possibly mad.

Then a blue box appears before him, and out charge a man and a woman.

He has only eyes for the man: a mad genius calling himself "the Doctor".

Just like that night long ago when he assassinated almost an entire city, the sound of drums drowns out all else.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Avengers movieverse, ensemble, Darcy doesn't miss her iPod now that Loki's cast a singing spell on Manhattan.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Talented Mr Ripley, Tom Ripley/Peter Smith-Kingsley, a trip to Verona for an Opera in the Amphitheatre

[tigriswolf]

Inception, Arthur/Eames, Pink’s “I’m Not Dead”

[tigriswolf]

Inception, Ariadne + Arthur/Eames,

I walk away like a movie star
Who gets burned in a three-way script
Enter number two

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Puck, Where You’re Going

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Kurt/Blaine, Pink’s “It’s All Your Fault”

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Kurt/Blaine + author’s choice,



He wants you to believe that I’m tryin’ to buy your love
‘Cause that’s what he would do
He thinks since he’s a man with nothing
That he’s got better love for you

[analise010.livejournal.com]

Any, any, It's a harder way and it's come to claim her / And I always say we should be together / I can see below 'cause there's something in here / And if you are gone, I will not belong.

Florence and the Machine - Breath of Life

[adlanth.livejournal.com]

LotR/The Silmarillion, Elrond, For him there is nothing sad about the Noldolantë; it is simply the sound of his childhood.

[l3petitemort.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Ron/Hermione, you and I go hard at each other like we're going to war; you and I get rough, we keep throwing things and slamming the doors (maroon 5, one more night)

[adlanth.livejournal.com]

any, any, "Brown Betty Suite" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-3-WFEOoag)

[l3petitemort.livejournal.com]

Looper, Joe, and between what I feel and what I say, there's a 30-foot barbed-wire fence (Dan Bern ♥ )

[adlanth.livejournal.com]

any, any, Robots/The humans are dead (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGoi1MSGu64)

No More Elephants

[msmanuscript.livejournal.com]

Oh how could I not do this?!
Steam Powered Giraffe, The Spine
-------------
It was only the next logical step. After all, he was supposed to protect them.

The US government had decided that a titanium robot already equipped with technology beyond what any of their greatest scientists could create was too good an asset to lose. Sure he had uploaded a vow of peace. But that was so long ago, no one paid any attention to the 70's.

So it wasn't too hard to remove the program. It wasn't hard to tune the blue matter ray projector arrays, or the Tesla coil high voltage discharger. Sure they hadn't been used in ages, but they had been built so long ago it was easy to fix them up. And it was easy to instal a block to keep all memories of his life before locked away.

But there was one pre-programed response that was beyond the government's reach.

Pappy had told him to protect his brothers. Rabbit, The Jon, HatchWorth... they were strong. But they weren't The Spine. Humans had re-created the most powerful war machine ever seen, and had taken away his morals so he would kill for the first time.

But they couldn't override the response to protect his family. So when they came for Jon, tore off his wig, re-attached the rocket launcher, and strove to destroy the koi in the brass robot's chest, Spine did what any brother would do.

He protected his family.

The humans would never touch the automatons again.

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

OUAT, Regina, Henry,

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky
But why
Why
Why can't it be
Why can't it be mine

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

Castle, Caskett, Kate playing her guitar is his new OTP

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Dick/Barbara, they don't have just one song

[l3petitemort.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, any, and maybe you can keep me from ever being happy, but you're not gonna stop me from having fun (Ani DiFranco, "Gravel")

[l3petitemort.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Elle +/ Reid, this is the story of loaded glances and leaning in too far; this is the story of vague advances and confessions in smoky bars... and i know you didn't mean to let me down, but you let me down so hard (Chris Pureka, "Burning Bridges")

Not a fill but...

[falconwhitaker.livejournal.com]

... your icon is fantastic.

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

Revolution, Miles/Monroe, Back Against the Wall (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFwWmQwLW4s&feature=youtube_gdata_player) by Cage the Elephant

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Any, any, None that come by ___ but they leave him a pledge:
Either their mantles of green or else their maidenheads

-Fairport Convention's version of "Tam Lin"

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Any, any, I'd better go and evolve now!

-The Whitlams, "Up Against the Wall"

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Everworld, David/Senna, an Everworldian version of this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtAIvup6QOU).

Basically I want David chasing Senna through a forest, thinking she's an illusion and being entirely unable to catch her :P