Dime in the Jukebox Fest 2023
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Welcome to the Dime in the Jukebox Fest, a prompt fest for fanworks based on songs and music videos! Have fun, and feel free to promote it on your journal/community/tumblr/discord server/whatever if you want. You can copy the code in this box wherever HTML applies:
Rules
1) Leave a song or a music video as a prompt. Please include a listening/watching link. Links to the lyrics (if any) and translations of the lyrics (if they are not in English) are appreciated but not required. You may also include a short phrase, such as a quote from the lyrics or something that particularly interests you about the song/video, as an additional prompt; this is optional but not required. One prompt per comment. Leave as many prompts as you like.
Here's a possible template for prompting:
2) Reply to other people’s prompts with fanworks. All mediums of fanworks are welcome! But please create the fanwork about the prompted song/video only; no other fandom knowledge should be necessary in order to appreciate the work. Exception: if you are making fanvids, a vid to the prompted song for any fandom is considered an acceptable fill.
Update: There's now an index of prompts and fills and a playlist for easier browsing! We will try to keep these updated, but things might not always make it up immediately.
FAQ
Q: When you say all mediums of fanwork are welcome, what do you mean?
A: Really, all mediums of fanwork. Fic, art, meta, playlists, vids, songs, memes, crochet patterns, whatever you want to make, go ahead and post it or link to it here.
Q: Can I create fills without leaving any prompts, or leave prompts without creating any fills?
A: Go ahead!
Q: I want to fill a prompt, but someone else has already filled it.
A: That’s okay, prompts can be filled multiple times.
Q: I want to create explicit erotica, or fanwork with potentially disturbing themes, or prompt a song/video that contains such materials. Is that okay, and what sort of content do I need to warn for?
A: Sure, that's fine. Warnings are considerate and appreciated, but they're also up to the discretion of the individual poster. Consider this a warnings-optional space and read at your own risk accordingly.
Q: Are the fills I create considered to be gifts to the prompter?
A: Only if you and the prompter want them to be! Otherwise feel free to treat the prompt simply as inspiration.
Q: I want to participate, but I don't have a dreamwidth account/I'm shy.
A: That's okay--anonymous posting is on.
Q: How long is the fest going to be running for?
A: Currently, there’s no set end date, but we may close this post to comments once nominations for the Jukebox Exchange open, just so we don’t have two events running at once. However, we don’t yet have solid dates for this year’s exchange, and honestly I’ll be impressed if people are still actively posting here by that point.
Q: Is there a collection on AO3 where I can post my fills?
A: Right here.
Q: I want to participate, but I can’t think of any songs or videos to prompt.
A: Lucky for you, there’s a playlist tag right here in this community where you can find playlists of songs and videos that people have requested and created for during Jukeboxes past! There’s a lot of good stuff there; hopefully you can find some inspiration.
Q: I want to create fills, but I don’t know any of these songs.
A: Maybe you’ll find something you like if you give them a listen; discovering new music is part of what we’re all here for.
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Date: 2023-02-16 03:08 am (UTC)Listen/watch link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4XSTgVQzGEA
Lyrics: https://genius.com/Dirt-poor-robins-enchante-lyrics
Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté
Every myth to crack its lips
Has nothing more to say
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
If we can't raise the dead
We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
We're gonna raise hell instead
Additional prompt: This song has SO much going on. Stained glass angels? Guarded by gargoyles? Pinned like butterflies by jealous grounded men? You could honestly pull out so many different stories from the imagery in here. I could see a story about failed necromancers-turned-revolutionaries, or a character dealing with religious trauma, or simply someone who has grown past their own limits in a world full of magic and mayhem.
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Date: 2023-02-19 09:02 am (UTC)Except that I knew if it hadn’t been me, whoever it was would have had their throat torn out before they could scream.
“I brought food,” I announced, dropping all the stuff I was holding on the table. “And stuff. That Thai place dumped a whole lot of noodles after closing time again. Think there might even be meat in there.”
“Meat.” Maybelle looked up again and poked listlessly at the noodles. Could be someone was looking out for us, because they’d been thrown out in a big aluminum container instead of tossed straight in the dumpster. Small favors.
The whole place stank of cheap arrack. No wonder Maybelle hadn’t smelled me until I was right on top of her. I didn’t know how even unmodified people with ordinary senses drank the stuff, let alone someone like us, but I’d given up yelling at Maybelle about it.
“I’ll go tell Seff and Lynnette that food’s on, yeah?” I said. “And I found those blueprints Lynette’s been looking for, that should help—”
Maybelle waved a hand at me. “Busy.”
“Ah. Right. Well, don’t pick out all the meat before they get any.” I vaulted up to sit crosslegged on the table and dug into the noodles myself.
We all had ways of coping. Seff and Lynnette’s was healthier than Maybelle’s, anyway. It might have been sweet, if only—
It had been sweet, when it had been Seff and Lynnette and Morien. Missing their third, Seff and Lynnette were tearing each other apart. Sometimes literally, the way Seff was now, unable to even pass for human anymore.
Maybelle and I ate in silence for a while. Slowly, some animation came back into her eyes, and she moved less like she was on autopilot. “Val,” she said. “Val, you ever miss the days when we were the good guys?”
“We are the good guys,” I told her firmly.
“We’re better than them. Not the same thing.” Maybelle tilted her head back and squeezed her eyes shut, shaggy brown hair falling over the back of her chair. “Morien was good.”
So we’d reached the maudlin part of the night. “Yeah,” I said softly. “Yeah, he was. Remember how he used to cut our medical reports into paper snowflakes? And Lynnette hung them up from the ceiling. I don’t think any of us had ever seen snow then, but it sure was pretty, the patterns the light made falling through them. It made the place seem like home, not just a lab.”
“Mrs. Keeler used to bring him cookies from home,” Maybelle joined in, in the same reminiscent tone. “Chocolate chip. Because he was always so skinny and she thought he needed feeding up. Never mind that our diets were all perfectly balanced to our nutritional needs,” she added, dangling a long noodle sarcastically in the air before dropping it into her mouth.”He always shared them, of course… fuck, I miss those cookies. Mrs. Keeler was nice. She wasn’t the only one. They weren’t all, cackling mad scientists and government goons, most of them were just people with jobs working with kids, and they cared about us. We were special. We were going to be heroes. Fuck!”
Maybelle’s back straightened suddenly. Her fingers elongated, and her claws came out, and with one swipe she swept everything off the table. I jumped up, dived to save the noodles. The blueprints scattered on the floor.
“Why couldn’t it have been true!” Maybelle howled.
That brought Lynnette and Seff out of the back room, Lynette’s dark eyes glittering with satisfaction, fresh scratches scored into the pale skin by her collarbone. Seff slouched behind her, hulking and huge, licking blood off his claws.
“Thought you were back, Val,” Lynnette said. “Maybelle doesn’t shout like that to herself. Much.”
Maybelle flipped her off.
“Lyn. May. Don’t,” Seff growled. His nose twitched. “Meat?”
“Yeah, if Maybelle didn’t pick it all out already,” I said, setting the tray of noodles down on the table again. Seff dug in. Lynnette, gathered up the blueprints and laid them out, and pretty soon she was absorbed in them. She probably would have forgotten to eat altogether if Seff didn’t keep passing her bits of pineapple.
“Yeah, I’ve got it figured,” Lynnette said finally. “The wiring connects to the generator here, see, we’ve just got to kill the guards at that station, and then—”
Seff gave a pained whuff, set his chin down on massive crossed arms. “Shouldn’t. Mor wouldn’t.”
“Yeah, well, Morien’s dead! He tried to save them, the so-called innocents, as if they weren’t taking our blood money like every other motherfucker there! He made his choice, and he left us, and he’s dead! And I’m not fucking—” Lynnette dashed furious tears out of her eyes, glaring up at him— “losing you to the same mistake—”
I put one hand on Seff’s back and another on Lynnette’s. “Lynnette’s right. It’s the only way.”
“They wanted monsters.” Maybelle grinned, a mouth full of sharp teeth. “They’ve got monsters.”
Seff’s shoulders slumped, resigned. “Yeah.” He flexed his claws. “Yeah.”
We stayed for a little while after that. Finishing the noodles, talking quietly, finalizing our plans. But the full moon was high and the night was ours, and soon it was time to go.
One by one, we slipped out the door, shedding our human forms as we went. Leaving behind scruples, regrets, doubts and grief. I howled, and my pack answered me: Maybelle, Seff, and Lynnette. And we ran, one mind and one goal.
Nothing but moonlight and cold clear air, wind in our fur and the scent of prey in our noses. Nothing but hunger and the hunt.
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Date: 2023-02-19 05:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-02-19 06:17 pm (UTC)