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Dime in the Jukebox Fest 2024
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.
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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Listen/watch link: https://youtu.be/sNmaFrcOJhs?si=2Ajkn_F9CB0xIJAd
Lyrics: https://genius.com/The-longest-johns-maggies-ship-lyrics
Additional prompt: Pirate captain, dominatrix, or both? I'd love to see more shenanigans that happen on Maggie's ship, F/f, F/m, and F/other all welcome
Fill
Maggie deserves better than a would-be deserter, and no reason a man should starve (at least, not quick), but try telling her that. Amita takes up the position and settles in for the wait, ignoring the heckling, singing shanties in her head to pass the time; and deep in the night, stars in the bright millions above and the aft deck gone suspiciously quiet, helmsman gone suspiciously post-deaf, footsteps make the cold raw skin of Amita's back prickle - no man, that step; Maggie's tread is light on the decking, her gait lopsided from that bad hip.
The hot weight of Maggie's body pressed up behind her, Maggie's hands on the ropes, Maggie's breath against her ear so as the harsh edges're smoothed to a low burr, "Thought you brighter than this, lass," Maggie says, and quite right, captain: Amita's just as clever as she aims to be.
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Listen/watch link: https://youtu.be/5a9CEpGvoFo
Lyrics: https://anasilvera.bandcamp.com/track/pont-mirabeau
Additional prompt: After the night falls, this love will remain
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Listen/watch link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-J4AuEj4zHE
Lyrics: https://genius.com/Faun-feuer-lyrics
Translation:: https://genius.com/Faun-fire-lyrics
Additional prompt: Castles! Swords and axes! Evil kings and ragtag bands of forest outlaws! Magical musical instruments!
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Listen/watch link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxymPEErVSo
Lyrics: https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/greatbigsea/frenchperfume.html
Additional prompt: Smugglers sailing the Atlantic coast of North America under cover of darkness, running contraband, like rum, perfume, silk, and French lace
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(Anonymous) 2024-02-18 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)"If you mean you're smelling the madboy's ghost, shouldn't we take the omen and turn back? Swathes of silk are pretty and soft, but they aren't worth dying for."
"Oh, I don't know; enough people seem to think they're worth taking lives for one way or another. And it's a living."
"Until it ain't. Until the jail or the rocks."
"Let it get to you too much, and the jail's already there. There are worse ways than going out like the madboy."
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Listen/watch link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PSRJCw4FyNI
Lyrics: (at the Youtube link)
Additional prompt: Time Loops, Murdering pieces of yourself, graves, pubs, desperation, doppelgangers
Warnings: Violence, Death, Blood
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(Anonymous) 2024-02-18 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)He knows that for every time he tells himself that this is his epiphany -- that the true and the beautiful have won him over to do no harm -- there will be times of backsliding. And only one base semi-hemi-demi-urge needs to fully break through for the worst outcome to happen.
He cannot leave himself to his own devices.
He cannot leave himself at all.
Too many swings. Too many him. He can no longer tell which states of him are fighting on which side. Every state of him is pain, the feeling and the inflicting. The important thing is that all of him are occupied, no idle hands free.
When his hands can't swing, when he must rest, the whiskey dulls the sting. Except it also accentuates it. Time is bought as time is wasted, but all it takes is one slip. He mustn't stay still, because he won't stay still.
Still, the pub reminds him that there are people. There at not-hims who see his gestures and hand him the glasses. There are not-hims, so the worst outcome must not come.
No matter how good it would feel.
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(Anonymous) 2024-02-18 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)Grey Blues, by Carry Hatchet
Listen/watch link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QNWJJN3b3iQ
Lyrics:
https://genius.com/Carry-hatchet-grey-blues-lyrics
Additional prompt:
That's a lot of awkward grinning while karaoking a song about depressive disassociation!
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Listen/watch link: I like this cover by Pomplamoose https://youtu.be/hvrBWn0KxEc?si=dna6SRRoPvNvLKuS
Lyrics: https://genius.com/Jacques-brel-vesoul-lyrics
Translation:: Of the English translations available online, this seems like the best one: https://lyricfluent.com/lyrics_translation/florent_pagny_vesoul_lyrics_english_translation (but I suspect what they translate as "you loved your mother more" might be "you didn't like your mother anymore")
Additional prompt: Why are they so restless? What's going on between the narrator and the sister? Is there some unspoken reason not to go to Paris?
Warnings: Faint suggestion of infidelity
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Listen/watch link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cRIfsFefatg
Lyrics: At the youtube link
Additional prompt: This version seems to be a really violent Robin Hood ballad- what can you do with that?
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My father has gone to the courts to gain our rights. Maybe he'll return vindicated, with a gift for me. And then, maybe not. The king is far away, across the sea, and justice, too, has not been seen for some time.
Maybe I will have a gift for my father when he returns instead.
Am I not king here? Isn't my crooked cap a crown? Isn't my yew longbow justice, my quick eye and strong arm the only law there is?
Run, fattened rabbits, wealthy merchants, greedy nobles, gluttonous priests. The greenwood is mine, and you are my prey.
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Listen/watch link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXK_cE9AqAI
Lyrics: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daisy_Bell
Additional prompt: Is Miku comforting a dying robot? Having a singalong with her grandfather? Pacifying HAL9000?
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Listen/watch link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jlGBer0VoF8
Lyrics: https://genius.com/Zeal-and-ardor-devil-is-fine-lyrics
Additional prompt: The concept for this album was "slave spirituals sung to the devil" which is a great place to start!
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(Anonymous) 2024-02-19 07:04 am (UTC)(link)It's also been said that people have to honor God as their father, but moreso. They're owing Him their existence, and all. (But doesn't the duty of a grown child to thank ones father for ones wretched life end where the duty of a parent not to willfully inflict suffering on ones own children begins?)
It's also been said (by a scholarly preacher, visiting just last week) that the word in the Bible talking about the stinging smell of brimstone is the same as the word for the building materials of Noah's Ark. (And yet that preacher had turned around and talked about God's Deliverance, which was gotten after they buried you).
If it was all a game, one could at least pick teams mindfully -- and maybe with just a touch of spite.
If the wages of sin were death, at least one could get paid and have an ending.
If deliverance was going to reek a bit in any case, why not warm oneself at the hearth of hellfire? Sounded faster.
If one couldn't cast one's cares upon the Lord in a way that /did/ anything, the Devil was fine.
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Listen/watch link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=INaPSKmImbQ
Lyrics: https://genius.com/The-jezabels-hurt-me-lyrics
Additional prompt: Codependent relationships, metaphorical or actual cannibalism, choosing violence - I'd love to see this in a speculative concept where all the metaphors are literal.
Warnings: violent imagery including cannibalism, possible implied domestic violence, religious imagery
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Listen/watch link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uAUbeggGmiU
Lyrics: https://genius.com/Ego-likeness-aviary-lyrics
Additional prompt: A perfect, beautiful, strange cage - what is this place like as a real place, a portal world, fairytale, a horror story?
Warnings: fantasy/fairytale violence
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(Anonymous) 2024-02-19 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)The sound of wings. Again
Too many to be the vultures, who always visited in quartets. The wingbeats were also faster than the vultures' strangely comforting glide.
There was no chirp of songbirds. Good. She didn't need to cry today anyway.
Twenty-four blackbirds. Of course. Two dozen tool-users who liked to get domestic, tidying the place with their little wire-hooks and little brushes. Not to mention the pie. Sometimes it was best not to mention the pie.
When they left, her little room was bone-white again. Like she was back on the first day. Like she'd never wept and bled and lived in it.
They did like to take care of her.
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Listen/watch link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9EwBNm1Uhs0
Lyrics: https://genius.com/Zoey-van-goey-you-told-the-drunks-i-knew-karate-lyrics
Additional prompt: "I do the dumbest things for you. Why do I do the dumbest things for you?" I want to know what kind of person inspires the kind of loyalty we see in this song - and what goes on in the head of the person who will follow them into any kind of trouble, even knowing it's a bad idea.
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(Anonymous) 2024-02-19 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)She smiled. "Well, I do know a little bit of Cornish. So there's that evidence of piksie-hood."
I raised an eyebrow at her, and she said -- a lot of syllables. I don't know any Cornish. However, there was the more obvious issue. "I thought fairies couldn't lie."
"That's the Sidhe," she said breezily. "Pixies are well known for spinning tall tales, because they embrace the idea that what is more beautiful is more true, so they never let facts get in the way. Give any pixie the Choice of Achilles, and they'll pick Legend over Life anyday."
"Now who's mixing their mythoses?" I paused, uncertain as I so often am. "Mythoi?"
She waved off grammar as she waved off anything in her way. "I have plenty of ways of being right."
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Listen/watch link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2bbKJsVdIXQ
Lyrics: https://genius.com/Juniper-vale-the-last-time-lyrics
Additional prompt: "Night is falling here / and pulling the curtain / with the closing of our eyes / I don't wanna leave your side." Something is ending unexpectedly - the world? A relationship? A phase in life? Whatever it is, what happens during its final moments?
The Dusty Air Red
You never did get a chance to ask the internet before it went out, and I still don't know the answer: did pollution make the sunsets prettier, or was that just an urban legend? Wildfire smoke is beautiful, in that awful way that beauty has: skies like hell, looking just as real as it feels, the end of the world, impossibly large and bearing down.
The end so close you can smell it, campfire, brimstone, ash.
Leaving the house hurts my lungs but, you're right, what are we waiting for, what are we guarding our lung capacity for, in this new world; it hurts my eyes, too, but I still watch you.
You're a silhouette in the last red of the day, but the shape of you's unmistakable, your head tipped up, watching the clouds burn; and when the sun drops below the haze that was the horizon, you look over and ask, "ready?" and for what, I don't know, and that's the question I forget to ask before the asking becomes impossible. I nod anyway, and you smile behind your mask. I don't know tomorrow (but the sky burns redder every day), but I do know this: I'll follow you into the dark.
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Listen/watch link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpH-pu0AtRM
Lyrics: https://heatherdale.com/lyrics-the-road-to-santiago-black-fox/
Additional prompt: I love the idea of the devil/fox not being antagonistic. "When your need is greatest, just call upon my name / And I will come and you shall have the best of sport and game." Perhaps when hard times fall upon the huntsman, he calls out again and the devil/fox returns for a brief time of chase.
Warnings: Hunting (no animals are killed in the song)
His Gallant Huntsman
"Just why do you want to know?" the huntman asks. "What do you write for?" and she only looks out at the sky, which is pale, unchanging; nothing for her there.
"My own research," she says, "a private thing, like I told you; please, if it happens every year, that must mean there's a pattern."
"A pattern? Aye, well," the huntsman says, "he comes when I call." The tale has been building in him for years, and the woman across the table doesn't narrow her eyes or sign a ward but listens, taking notes with that pen of hers.
"Some years, no need," he tells her - the woods full of game, plenty for the folk and sport for the lord; some years ... "but when the woods are barren, and we go hungry - it's not like the tales, like they tell," and the woman stops mid-line, and her handwriting is very fine.
"Then how is it?" she asks.
"His coming is no storm or a curse, nothing like that awful wild hunt, tearing trees right out of the ground, howling, dead riders, none of that; not at all like a curse, mind. The glen grows verdant, quick-like, more beautiful than you've ever seen, like he's fluffed it up, sweet as a mam with a down pillow, making it fresh and fine. Then he comes and he runs."
When his narration cuts off abrupt like that, she looks up from her notes and her pen goes still. "And then what happens?" she asks, and the huntsman shrugs.
"I hunt."
"You hunt? That's it?"
"What else did you expect?"
A fumbling noise that reminds him, pen or no pen, city airs or none, she's just a girl. "I was hoping for details," she says. "The hunt - what is it like?"
She doesn't mean the rich pockets of grouse that scatter at the barking of a hound, or the deer that weren't there the week before; he doesn't try to tell her how the world goes green and the game seems to burst out of the ground, all the hungry children fed; he only shrugs, and he asks her:
"Have you ever been hunting?" She shakes her head. "No, I expect you haven't." No more could he explain colors to the blind.
"It's the hunt I have in my dreams," he says, averting his gaze out that same window so he doesn't have to watch her scratching pen. "Like I'm back in the prime of my life. Like these woods are what they used to be, twice the size they are now, and I can skip three creeks without sight of another man. Like the land, in that way dreams do, like it don't obey its own rules." He closes his eyes and there it is again: the sweet sharp scent of pine and loam, and the low growl of a dog with the fox cornered.
"There's a clearing," he says. "Eastways, and uphill, the ground gives way to rock. There, when I come up on it, is where I find him."
"Him?" she says, and he nods at her interruption. "It's no curse," he reminds her. "He still is the devil."
She opens her mouth, shuts it. "Go on," she says, and the huntsman shakes his head.
"What is it that you're writing there? For a book of fairytales, something to tell the wee ones? For your research?" he says. "What is it that you're after?" and the girl - the young woman, he should call her - takes a breath.
"I'm hoping to meet something like him," she says, laying her confession out in the table. "If I can."
The huntsman sighs; her hand is steady, though, and the pen poised: no tremor of a lie there. He turns his eyes to the sky and shrugs.
In the clearing - not always the eastern clearing, but there more than once: the black fox, sun shining like oil on the sleek of him. His panting mouth, tongue curling in a grin. The eggshell fangs, the flash of it - like he's laughing.
The way the huntsman's aging heart hitches when time stands still, and then the drumbeat in his chest pounding alive, alive, alive, as that damn black fox stands and chases him right back down that hill.
He can't bring himself to tell her. The words have been building in his chest, and, those ones, there they stay. He's earnest, though, when says, "Then I hope you do, lass. I truly hope you do."
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Listen/watch link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMmMXGF_QlU
Lyrics: https://genius.com/The-dreadnoughts-mary-the-one-eyed-prostitute-who-fought-the-colossal-squid-and-saved-us-from-certain-death-on-the-high-seas-god-rest-her-one-eyed-soul-lyrics
Additional prompt: I like to imagine Mary actually survived this encounter, and this song is delivered years later as a eulogy at her funeral. And that's not even the craziest story shared at her funeral.
Warnings: colossal squid violence
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Listen/watch link: https://youtu.be/eHb-Xtvqh-M?si=SE6RCamMzYyn4wJM
Lyrics: https://genius.com/Sheldon-allman-girl-in-the-4th-dimension-annotated
Additional prompt: What does a relationship with a girl in the 4th dimension look like? Bonus points for a femslash twist!
Warnings: None
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Listen/watch link: https://youtu.be/DiYPgee-6vA?si=_tAp9fv8AtsDaqOw
Lyrics: https://genius.com/Sheldon-allman-x-square-plus-2-lyrics
Additional prompt: An interesting form of communication that could be fun to explore
Warnings: None
Old Wounds (PVRIS)
Listen/watch link: https://open.spotify.com/track/7mjBzmb1HmwJq0tkXLdoC8
Lyrics: https://genius.com/Pvris-old-wounds-lyrics
Additional prompt: something about falling in love again and the circumstances being right this time
Cat's in the Cradle - Yusuf Islam
Listen/watch link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cE8b4-flSXg
Lyrics: https://genius.com/Harry-chapin-cats-in-the-cradle-lyrics
Additional prompt: There are many ways the details of these lives could be filled in! However one thing that struck me really strongly on recent listens is the story of the (presumed) other parent. I found I really cared to know about their relationship to the son, their influences on the son, their relationship with the son as an adult.
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(Anonymous) 2024-02-22 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)"John, what's wrong?"
"I wanted Jamie to come home for Sunday dinner, but it's not happening." A pause. "I don't want to hear anything about irony, Didi."
Didi said nothing. She didn't know a thing about irony. She did know a few things about her son, though. "Jamie has a home with Sandy and the twins to think of, John. And they're sick right now, you know. How would he face her if he left her home alone with two sick kids, not just for the workday but on the weekend?"
In the ensuing silence, she remembered when Jamie'd had chicken pox. With bedrest necessary, he'd asked for additional bedtime stories, on top of the nursery rhymes and once-upon-a-times. His favorite was their own little joint-storytelling series: What Do You Suppose Dad's Doing Now?'
She'd encouraged all Jamie's thoughts about how Terribly Important his father's work was. And it was. Serious business. Kept food on the table and clothes on their backs -- nice clothes. Nicer than necessary, really. Nice like their beautiful dining set that had rarely had to seat more than two. That was still the case.
Finally, John took a deep breath, like he was facing a steep climb. "Think I should try again when the twins are better?"
"Yes. I think we should."
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Listen/watch link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrEP3RPgEao
Lyrics: https://songmeanings.com/songs/view/3530822107858489517/
Additional prompt: "Pay no mind what other voices say / They don't care about you / Like I do." The sexiest song ever written about putting your head in the sand and ignoring an increasingly bad (political) situation. Spin this into an intimate relationship (romantic? codependent? familial? sexy???) & I'll love you forever. I'd especially love a self-aware PoV, someone that hears the words and chooses to stay, safe and ignorant.
Bonus: APC has a version of this song called Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythms Of The War Drums which goes harder and darker: music video (CW overt political imagery) / lyrics. Feel free to take inspiration!
Warnings: Lyrics imply abuse and may evoke (2000-era) politics.
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Song or music video: The Steam - Peter Doherty ft. The Puta Madres
Listen/watch link: YouTube
Lyrics: Lyrics
Additional prompt: "Dredging every dirty hole, 'til at last I found the redlit green-eyed girl from some netherworld, I said, she's the one who took my brother down"; "Please don't try to make it right, not tonight, or any other night". The glimpses of worldbuilding and character dynamics in this song are absolutely fascinating! Would love to see any of the narrative gaps filled in.