Music Meme for Writers

[Livinia Lange]

Meme For Writers

1. Pick a character, fandom, pairing, friendship, whatever.

2. Put on your music program on shuffle/random and start playing songs.

3. For each song, write something inspired by the song related to the theme you chose earlier. You only have the song length. No pre-planning and no writing after the song is over. No skipping songs either.

4. Do 10 songs and post. Make sure to include the song name/artist, song, couple or character, and how long it is.





World Spins Madly On
The Weepies
Fred and Liv
2:44

As she lies in soft sheets with sun rays caressing her pale skin, she thought of him. A gentle wonder of where he was and what he was doing. She felt guilty first of all. She felt guilty for leaving him there and the fight they’d had. She had been ignorant now that she could see it all before. Now that she could see what damage the HoV could do. They had left her standing there with no one while the whole world moved around her. He hadn’t. For that she curled into her herself, crying. He’d treated her well and she had treated him like that. For that she could just die. But she didn’t die. She just liked to pretend, letting the world spin madly on outside.

Shadow of the Day
Linkin Park
Fred and Liv
4:49

She paces slowly over to the window, drawing it shut, locking it, and closing the curtains. So begins her exile. She needed time to think. To let other people find something new to gossip for a while. She steps away from the window to sit at her vanity. She moved to read the letter from her-well not hers, but she liked to think so- telling her not to go. She hadn’t really thought he’d cared enough about what happened to her. At the moment she didn’t really care. She liked reading how she shouldn’t let them control her like that and how she was so much more than them. How she could come back. A small smile pulls onto her lips and she sits there for a while staring at the white paper drenched in shadows. Maybe she would go back. Maybe not. Maybe she would get more letters. That she hoped for the most.





I Can’t Help Falling in Love with You
Elvis
Fred and Liv
2:58

Slowly he takes her hand and pulls her into him softly moving with the cracking music coming from her old record player. She smiled, taking in the warmth of someone who cared. He had come all the way to her home to see if she was alright. That little move alone made her want to give her heart to him. She moves along with him, wondering if he’s feeling the same way about her. But eventually, she let her mind wander thinking just about how right this was. They were just right together. So this is love….

Our Song
Taylor Swift
Fred and Liv
3:24

She felt a smile creep to her lips as she looked at his annoyed expression. He was currently driving for she had been banned from it for a while. But, she didn’t mind at the moment, she could muse about the little things that had happened this week. For example, the seventh year had gone through the Slytherin hallway clearly annoyed with everything that had been happening that week and almost walked by a bunch of roses set outside the door with an envelope with her name on the front in his scrawl and the chocolates and how she had found out he’d wanted to kiss her from day one. She was amused by all these little things he did and how it was little things like that and finding songs for one another that made up their relationship. Carefully she took his hand and his tried to hold his annoyed expression, but fails. Then she thinks of something, it’d been a game they’d been playing all week, trying to find songs that remind them of one another. Quickly she pulls a napkin from the dash and a pen from her purse and jots down “Our Song” by that American artist that looks like Hadyn.

Without You
Hinder
Wes and Sofia
3:51

She’d said she wanted to be alone, and he agreed. So now he was sitting in the Quidditch stands going over their relationship and felt a pang of understanding go through him. She’d chosen Jon. That was all there was to it. He knew he wouldn’t win, but it still hurt. Seem to hurt him more than her. But, he was getting better. He hoped he was getting better. She was better. She was with the one she wanted. Even when she asks if he’s okay. He says he’s fine. He should say he will be. He’s got eternity to get over her. “It’ll get better won’t it, Prof?” he mutters to the Professor. The dog just lays his head on Wes’s leg. Maybe if she could move on then so could he. Each day was starting to get better.





I Hate Everything About You
Three Days Grace
Norma J. and Mordred
3:50



She growls after he leaves her bedroom. Another satisfied customer, she growls in her head. She throws things and tries to remind herself how much she hates him. But that doesn’t last for long. She doesn’t miss him. But she knows she can’t go on at the moment without him. She doesn’t understand why she likes him. (Love is a forbidden word) She is just drawn to him. He’s not one of the Gryffindors she usually picks. An ink well flew across the room and smashes into the fire. She needed to stop this. She couldn’t keep flocking to him. She wouldn’t allow herself to. This was demeaning, but as she slides to the floor in tears she knows she won’t be able to. She needs to have her heart ripped open. But that was what she wanted, right?



Somethin’ Stupid
Frank and Nancy Sinatra
Wes and Sofia
2:40

Everything was so perfect. The night was warm, the music was good, they were both dressed well tonight, and she had chosen him. They were currently sitting there, her sipping a butterbeer and he can’t help but say it. “I Love You.” A cursed phrase. He sees it in her eyes that she hates that phrase. It means nothing to her. He immediately regretted that. He’d spoiled it all in those three little words. He knows she had heard it before from someone that didn’t and he had practiced so hard to say something clever. He felt like and idiot. But, he couldn’t help it. It was how he felt. Even if she wouldn’t say it back.

Love Story
Taylor Swift
Fred and Liv
3:52
There was once a princess and a knight in shining armor.They’d met in a hallway, not a ballroom. But, that didn’t matter. She still had pleasant flashbacks of when they both did attend a ball and he had stolen her away for a while to talk and kiss and dance in the garden.
As their relationship progressed, her reputation failed. The knight was told that he shouldn’t speak to the exiled princess, but he wouldn’t listen. Late at night he snuck away to see her in her high towers. He threw rocks at her window and she’d let him in, thankful for someone with a pleasant face and a good heart for company. She just wanted to be alone with him. To many people were trying to tell her what to do and how to feel and how to handle her current situation.
She’d met with him far off where no scornful eyes could see. There they had vowed to be with each other no matter what. Eventually, the knight and the princess lived happily ever after.



Every Rose Has Its Thorn
Poison
Wes and Sofia
4:20


They were sitting next to each other, but they were both miles away from each other. They were both feeling hurt, but neither would say a word about that. Neither was saying a word at all. They’d always been better at other things than words anyway. The dawn burns his skin only slightly, but he doesn’t notice. He’s still mulling over his question he was going to ask.
“Do you really love him?”
“…..Yes…..Yes I do.”
“Then you should be with him.”
She leaves a few moments after that, telling that she’s sorry. Yeah, he was sorry too. He didn’t want her to love that other guy. But, he couldn’t change her feelings. The only thing he could feel right now was that thorn he’d pricked himself with when he decided to go after that rose named Sofia Flint.

So What
P!nk
Norma Jasper Black and Mordred Deadlocke
3:34

Current Mood: Pissed off.

Norma Jasper Black was in no mood for men. She was dressed in her finest bar outfit and ready for a fight with anyone that should so happen to come along. She’d really like to kill someone actually. She was alone after Mordred Fucking Deadlocke dumped her. She hated being dumped more than anything.
But, she was going to show him. She was going to his favorite bar, hopefully pick up a guy, maybe get into a fight and show him just how much she didn’t need him. She was NORMA JASPER BLACK! She could do anything she wanted. She didn’t need anyone. She was in her prime and she was going to make sure that everyone, especially that slime bag, knew it.




This is something I found on DevArt and decided to try it. Here's all mine. And I'm sorry Morgan for being so depressing during the Wes and Sofia songs. Please, don't feel guilty. It was hard and fun and I hope you all enjoy as much as I did.

[Luca Lovell]

xD Don't worry about it, love ;]

LIAR, LIAR (BURN IN HELL), THE USED
2:57
Sofia and Jon

She had just heard him admit his love to Lucy Weasley, and Sofia was damn well pissed as hell. Not only was she pissed, but she was deeply hurt.

Sofia had always had a soft spot for Jon. He was the one man in her life (aside from Mayhew and her father, of course) that she had ever loved. She had been with plenty of guys at Hogwarts, but all of those were just itty bitty flings. Jon had meant something to her. She could see herself marrying the guy, for god sakes. But now he went around and told the stupid little blood-traitor Weasley girl that he loved her.

How often had Jon told someone that they loved them? And could he even love Sofia if he loved Lucy? Sofia didn't think so. How could he split his love in two, spreading it to both the girls, yet sticking with one? It wasn't possible. He had to choose between her and Lucy, and Sofia would be damned if he chose Lucy. She wasn't right for him, and Sofia knew it.

TICK TICK TOMORROW, FROM FIRST TO LAST
3:27
Luca Lovell

Luca sat on the grassy hill top.

He sat next to his mother's grave, a bundle of fresh daisies laid on top. He couldn't help but think of the past, but he also couldn't help but think of the future, as he looked at horizon that was slowly turning from bright blue to a pinkish haze.

What was going to happen to him and Hadyn? He had hurt her, raped her, and now she was pregnant... Pregnant with a child that could be his or Jon's. In all his heart, Luca hoped it was his, despite the fact that he was sick of himself for what he did to her. But if the child was Jon's... Luca wouldn't be able to handle that much.

If the child was his, however, he'd be there for it, and for Hadyn. He knew it'd be tough. He knew he'd have the hardest time in the world, especially without his mother there to provide help. She would have known what to do. She would have been the first person Luca would have talked to... But now he was left talking to the stone on the grassy hill top.

Though she was not there, he felt comfort. Luminitsa would live on and help him through his rough times, whether she was there or not.

SHE LOVES YOU, BEATLES
2:21
Luca, Lucy, Jon

Luca knew that Lucy felt something for Jon... And though he hated it, he wanted her to be happy.

Jon was not Luca's ideal choice in partners for Lucy. He was arrogant, cocky, and a man whore. He'd been with his fair share of ladies, and was clearly much more experienced than Lucy was when it came to the opposite sex.

And, unlike Lucy, Luca was almost sure that Jon wasn't very good at loving someone else. He could tell that Lucy loved him, or at least liked him a great deal, and he knew that her love shouldn't be wasted on someone who could, and probably would, take it for granted. Jon should be happy that Lucy loved him and he should cherish it. Luca would make sure that Jon didn't screw his little Lucy over. He'd kill him.

BODIES, DROWNING POOL
3:21
Giselle Blanc

Giselle had always been one to keep her problems to herself, and she wasn't about to change that. Yes, she had her moments where she wished she wasn't alone. But she knew she always would be, even if she wasn't physically.

There was something she couldn't explain to people. Her father had molested her. She had been deflowered. Her innocence stolen. She wasn't the same girl as she once was, but she couldn't let people know that. She had to hold herself high, claim that there was nothing wrong with her, and keep herself straight. She wouldn't be the one to be weak enough to give in to the monster that was trying to eat her from the inside out. Giselle would beat it back with her mental strength, and she'd make sure her mental strength was damn strong. Giselle would be a strong girl, a strong warrior, and she'd be sure that no one would ever see her unravel.

Besides, she knew she was far too shy looking and timid for people to really notice or care that she often brought herself out of their world and into another with books. She looked like the typical Ravenclaw, the smart girl that was nothing but that: Smart. She didn't mind. As long as no one noticed something was wrong, she'd be fine.

I WANT TO HOLD YOUR HAND, BEATLES
2:24
Fred, Livi

It was clear in the way the Slytherin girl acted around Fred that she felt something for him.

She had a light heartedness that not many got to see. In fact, if you asked someone like Sofia Flint, they'd simply say that Livinia Lange didn't have a heart at all. However, when she was around Fred, she seemed to glow.

She had such feelings for him that it was almost crazy. She had fallen, and she had fallen hard, for the Weasley boy who was determined to be different. She ached for his touch and his company. She was happy when she was with him, and constantly thinking about him when she was not. It was clear that something was blooming inside of her, and it surely was a beautiful feeling.

Yeah you got that something
I think you'll understand
When I feel that something
I wanna hold your hand.

GHOSTMAN ON THIRD, TAKING BACK SUNDAY
3:59
Luca Lovell

Pre-suicide attempt
He couldn't stand himself.

The person he saw in the mirror was a monster, and it was absolutely disgusting. How could he have done something like that? Why wasn't he strong enough to block out the Imperius curse that Luther had cast upon him? And why couldn't he have recognized what he was doing sooner than he had done? He had finished well before he even knew what he was doing, and as he uttered those two, nasty words... Well, it broke the curse for him.

Luca was sickened. He had heard Hadyn being called a 'good girl' before, and it made him physically sick. Royce had said it as he was trying to rape her, too. Though he never got far enough... and then Luca had finished it. He had called her a good girl after doing the deed, broken the curse, and then gotten physically sick again... He couldn't stand it.

He thought that drinking would ease the pain... It hadn't. He thought that maybe sleeping for a while would, but it didn't either. Her screams haunted his dreams... So he knew what he had to do. He had to go to the extremes. He had to feel the pain... Feel her pain, and feel it twice... No, a thousand times worse than she had felt it. Luca would bleed for Hadyn, bleed for what he had done, bleed for what pain he had caused her, even if it was unintentional. He couldn't take that as an excuse. Just because he was put under the Imperius curse didn't excuse him from anything.

Luca had to take the blame. And if he didn't do something about it soon, all hell would break look.

This is what living like this does.

I MISS YOU, BLINK 182
3:47
Akira, Jaiden

Akira had been completely terrified as Jaiden was carted off to Azkaban. The air around her had seemed to be filled with dread and chill, but that might have been caused by the presence of the dementors.

After a while, Akira went from shock and hurt to anger. How could Jaiden have been so stupid? He had killed a guy out of anger, and then he had badly hidden the body in a suit of armor at the fucking crime scene! Akira was absolutely furious at the boy's stupidity, and she had half a mind to send him a Howler at Azkaban.

But after more thought, she knew she couldn't do that. She was only angry because she missed him... She actually missed him. Akira had been sure, since day one of her years at Hogwarts, that she would never like a Slytherin. Yet, along came Jaiden, one of Slytherin's own bad-boys, and she had fallen for him, whether she was ready to admit it or not. Jaiden Scabior was fluttering inside of Akira Wood's heart.

So she knew what she would do. She would write him letters and keep him company in Azkaban, letting him know she'd be waiting for him when he got out. She knew he probably didn't feel the same as she did, but she was adventurous. Akira would make her move and if he didn't want it, she'd be all right. She was a big girl.

But she sure did miss him...

IN MEMORIAM IN ADVANCE, FROM FIRST TO LAST
1:58
Darian Good

Clarity, please speak to me
Sometimes Darian couldn't figure out his thoughts.

He was known as a thinker... Darian thought a lot, what was more to say? And as often as he thought, people would think he could always comprehend the meaning behind each and every little detail in his mind. However, they were sadly mistaken.

Darian wasn't a supernatural being. He wasn't a genius, and he surely wasn't physic. As good as he was at interpreting emotions and thoughts from others, he still wasn't a physic. And now he was left with thoughts of his family that he couldn't comprehend. How was he supposed to know if everything was really okay at home? His mother had always tried to candy coat things to make sure he wouldn't worry at school, but Darian couldn't stop worrying. His heart was built for it.

SOMETHING, BEATLES
3:01
Luca, Chanel

Luca couldn't pin down exactly why he was so attracted to the school nurse. He always had been. He had known her when he was in his younger years, and she in her older, yet he had always been attracted to her.

He knew it wasn't the fact that she was the nurse and he was a student, though it sure did add to the fun of being with her. Was it the way she moved? The way she talked? How shy she could be? Luca didn't know, but he knew he loved to be around her. He loved every moment he got to spend with her, and he sure spent quite some time down in the hospital wing. It seemed as if Luca were prone to fights... Well, he was a fighter, after all... It ran in his Gypsy blood.

But he also went down to visit her for no apparent reason. Sometimes he'd have to fake an injury so as not to raise suspicions, but he loved doing it, and he thought she liked seeing him just as much as he liked seeing her. They spent long, fun hours together when no one knew they did. It was frowned upon to have a student/staff relationship that went beyond what it was supposed to be, and Luca was clearly stepping over the line.

9/10... That's not bad, right? xD I can't squeeze another out due to time limit x:

[Valencia Scamander]

Good way to delay me, Miranda! Jeeze! KIDDING! Kinda. xD

I figured I'd use this to warm up for my writing marathon today. I'll edit as I go.

Love Her Madly The Doors
Valencia and Kamilla(Or lack thereof)
3:20 minutes.
Valencia put her red hair behind her ears, biting her lip. She was looking at this girl, this girl she loved. And the girl was leaving. Val wanted to say something, wanted to scream at her, she wanted to cry, anything to get Kamilla to stay with her, not go back to the wicked witch. Marcella Lestrange. Kamilla would always choose the abuse over Valencia's adoration, and Val had known this since the beginning. But somehow, it always hurts more when it comes true. She didn't care if she didn't want her in that way, but to choose friendship over that!

This is the dream of Win and Regine Final Fantasy
Val and Fynne
3:26
Val's head peaked into the room. There he was, he seemed almost angelic. Odd for someone with such mischief in his soul. For once, her smile wasn't full of anything strong. It simply was. She knew he would never forgive her. Who would? But for right now, it was good to just see that he was alright. Not even knowing what she was doing, she open the door, careful to make sure it didn't creak. It was small room, the bed took up nearly half of it as it was. She knelt down beside it, still not knowing what she was doing. She reached out her hand, just wanting to touch him, even if for a second. But she jerked away.

[Jakob Stevenson]

When Im Sixty Four - Beatles
Jakob And His Grandad (Ralph)
2:37
Jakob looked down at his grandfather. The old madman slept in his chair as soundly as if nothing in his life had ever been darker than the blasted faded hair on his decrept head. The blonde looked down at the pillow in his hands. He could do it, kill the old creature and never tell anyone. Ralph never went out, noone knew him, no one who wanted him alive anyway. He quivered with the pillow, dropping it on the man's lap. He walked back moments latter with a bowl of soup, settling it in his grandfather's lap. Just two more years Jakob... you dont need to kill him, just two more years.

Such Great Heights - Garden State
Ralph Stevenson
4:10
Ralph looked at his old pictures, at his wife, his friends, his cousin. He had been raised a purist, more than most these days. How much did Jakob look like him now? More than just a little, he was the spitting image of Ralph's younger years. The smile was the same, and the clothing... well that really was the same. Tears streamed onto Willard's picture frame. His poor son, far to many spells that affect ones mind had taken hold of him. The picture pointed had his son pointing at the fresh Dark Mark on his arm, just inked. The same lad who had ended up catching men with such a mark, and killed by them too. Tears streamed greatly at his failures. His insane son, and fool of a grandson.

Jack Sparrow - Hans Zimmer
6:06
Jakob's old job
Peering around a corner Jakob snuck as silently as he could. The dungeons were not a safe place for a man in his colours. He opened up a few passages and found himself very close to the entrance of the Slyth common room. An older raven looked up and threw him a bag, delivery for another Huffle like himself. He nodded and began to walk away, turning pale when he saw a sixth year who had a tendency for harming him. He spotted Jakob and made a smashing hand sign. The boy ran for the stairs. A simple transaction was turning into a flight for his life. The large boy-man grabbed Jakob and dragged him to a corner with several other large people who looked like they were going to smash Jakob to pieces. Jakob snapped at their hands and pulled a leaver, running up a stair case, turning corners and fleeing as fast as he could, finaly getting out into the light of the day. He ran along the edge of the castle which fell into the river that fed the lake. The adreniline pounded in his head, the boys, big as they were, gained on him. A wind blew and Jakob feared he may soon fall simply for the pleasure of these beasts. Usual as always he did fall, but into the great hall rather than off the side of the school, and into a very large bowl of mashed potatoes.