Know what meme I love we haven't had for half a year? This one.

[stripping.livejournal.com]

~the songficbit meme~

→ post with a list of your characters.
→ people will choose one character or a pairing of their choice.
→ after choosing, write:
→ (5) snippets per character
→ to (5) songs of your (the writer's) choice.

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Masamori
Batou
Megamind
Carrion
Sayaka

[stripping.livejournal.com]

Sayaka!

Maurice Ravel's "Chansons Madécasses - Nahandove"

[contrapuntally.livejournal.com]

She could feel herself lifted as she sat next to Kamijou, listening to his new Ravel recording with one headphone as he used the other, and the smile she already wore became a little wider. Was this what had drawn him to music in the first place? The sense of elevation that came from something so purely produced? It must be so much greater when you were the one causing it, not just the one listening.

She opened her eyes and glanced over at him. His eyes were still closed, his face serene.

She wondered, as the tempo sped up and her smile slipped, if he would ever be able to lift himself again.

"A Round Dance - Revolution," Masami Okui

[contrapuntally.livejournal.com]

(( OKAY THIS ONE NEEDS SOME EXPLAINING and now with less html fail. This (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0mQFGdHSbTY) is the song, the opening for Revolutionary Girl Utena. Usually when music from another canon comes up when I'm doing one of these I'll skip it, but in this case it got me thinking about witches and swords...with the result that the tone of the drabble is more in keeping with this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UwZ0iwwS1sY) extremely spoilery clip from Utena than with the song itself. ))

And Sayaka fell backwards into darkness. She couldn't bring herself to care, even though she knew from Kyoko's horrified face that she should. She thought maybe Kyoko had said something, but it was impossible to hear. There was a cacophony now, lyrical symphonic strains and sharp pizzicato, a mournful wail and a crashing, aggressive bass. She felt something sharp sting the back of her head, and something again, until she was ringed with pain. There was a deep red in front of her eyes, the color of blood, the color she'd covered those men in. It was probably hers, this time.

Surely someone would pay attention now.

Sayaka screamed. tempestoso She had thought maybe she had reached the end, that the despair would disappear with everything, but instead it crystalized. She was trapped by it, shaped by it. Now she thought to call out, to reach for someone else.

Kamijou, look at me!

But it fell flat, of course. Her feelings had never been worth noticing. Not even love. It was something to be pressed down and hidden away. She was something to be pressed down and hidden away. Not anymore.

Oktavia rose. A stage, yes, in a concert hall fit for a major city, that's what was needed.

Look at me. look at me. look at me lookatmelookatmelookatmelookatmelookatmelookatmelookatmelookatmelookatmelookatmelookatme

look at me now

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[childrenoflilim.livejournal.com]

masamori!

"Bring Me Down," Lenka

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(( The song itself is very much about a romantic relationship, but enough of it can be twisted to apply to Masamori and his family that I'm taking it. ))

I hate this place.

Masamori idly kicked the side of the building as he sat on the edge of the roof of the Karasumori High School building. He could have been more careful to stay concealed, but in the time he'd been keeping an eye on Yoshimori and Tokine-chan as they patrolled he hadn't been sighted, or if he had Tokine-chan had decided not to mention it. His brother, of course, he could rely on to be oblivious. And from the roof he could take care of any high-flying ayakashi that managed to escape the immediate notice of the kekkaishi below. It was less boring than lurking in the classrooms. Though not by much.

He'd asked Grandfather if he could start taking jobs from the Shadow Organization, and the old man had dismissed it as expected. Grandfather was so set on the superiority of the Sumimuras, even though his own daughter had worked with the Shadow Organization. She might still take jobs from them. It was hard to get much information from Mother on what work she was doing even when she was home, and her visits were becoming more infrequent again. The Yukimuras, Masamori reflected, were much more sensible in dealing with the Shadow Organization and other outsiders. But Grandfather would call that a sign of the Yukimura's inferiority, of course.

A bird landed on the ledge a few yards away. Masamori set a kekkai around it, then dismissed the construction. What was the point of having trained his whole life if he couldn't do anything with it? Grandfather expected to hand over control of Karasumori entirely to Yoshimori. What did he expect of Masamori? Or was that just not worth consideration, when he had a legitimate successor to train?

Below him, Yoshimori ran after a small, scurrying ayakashi, consistently placing kekkai widely off-target. Tokine-chan came running from the other direction, containing and destroying the ayakashi in one move. Yoshimori's shoulders slumped as Tokine-chan put her hands on her hips. She was giving him another lecture, no doubt. She could look after him. Masamori really only kept coming here out of habit. And besides, no legitimate successor had ever died on the Karasumori grounds. Those two would be safe.

Why am I here? The thought lashed out, sharp. This place was a trap. Why should he stay here and let it drain him? He shouldn't.

He wouldn't. He'd have another talk with Grandfather. And if the old man still said no, he'd leave anyway.

[abaratian-soul.livejournal.com]

Carrion!

[samuraiprosecutor]

Megamind!