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(Because one didn't seem to have started this year, and I admit to wanting very much to participate in one of these challenges!)
Presenting the Three Sentence Ficathon 2016!

The Steps:
1. Prompt the fandom/pairing/situation of your heart, preferably in the following format: fandom, character/pairing, prompt word/sentence. .
2. Find a prompt by someone else (or heck, your own) that catches your interest.
3. Fill the prompt in no more than three sentences. (NB: This is really more of a guideline
4. Revel in reading the (hopefully large) amounts of fics thereby produced.
5. PROFIT!
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Date: 2016-03-19 03:56 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
The Last Ship, Rachel/Tex, toaster

Date: 2016-03-19 04:28 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sidonie
Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Finn/Rey, she goes darkside and Jedi Finn has to stop her.

Date: 2016-03-20 12:12 am (UTC)
ghostwings: A digitally-drawn picture of a gryphon with moth wings and antennae. (Default)
From: [personal profile] ghostwings
The two of them first met in a desert, and it now seems likely that one of them will die in one.

This is a different sort of desert--one of ice, rather than one of sand--but the sun still glares above them, mercilessly bright.

Finn doesn't say "I'm sorry," because he isn't--he knows that the Rey he once knew would have told him that Rey-turned-dark-side needed to be stopped--but as his weary eyes meet her blazing ones, and they both activate their lightsabers, he wishes with all his heart that fate had turned down a different path.

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Date: 2016-03-19 04:30 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sidonie
Final Fantasy VII, Aeris / or & Sephiroth, the scales balance.

Date: 2016-03-19 08:00 pm (UTC)
doreyg: Comics - DC - Batwoman ([DC] Batwoman)
From: [personal profile] doreyg
Daredevil, Matt Murdock/Wilson Fisk,

So what you trying to do to me
It's like we can't stop we're enemies
But we get along when I'm inside you

Date: 2016-03-19 11:19 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Outsiders, Asa Farrell, those six months in the cage

Date: 2016-03-19 11:21 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Outsiders, Any, real power

Date: 2016-03-20 12:13 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sidonie
Star Trek (any), any, fun with transporter accidents and/or holodeck shenanigans.

Off kilt-er

Date: 2016-03-20 04:36 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] syrena_of_the_lake
"Commander Riker, are you aware that holographic projections cease to function outside the Holodeck -- and that, furthermore, they cannot be transported, as they have no mass?"

"Data, unless Holophysics 101 is pertinent to the red alert you called me up here for, I suggest you take your projected mass and--"

"Will," interrupted Deanna, "as much as I enjoy the view, the next time you run your Braveheart program, you might not want to follow local custom quite so... thoroughly."

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Date: 2016-03-20 12:18 am (UTC)
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Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Rey (/Finn optional), learning to cook

Nowhere near 3 sentences...

Date: 2016-03-20 04:23 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] syrena_of_the_lake
"I didn't even know who made the food on base or where any of it came from," Finn was saying, pinwheeling his arms in futile defense against Rey and her cookbook and her wooden spoon. "For all I know, even the meat was cloned."

"So? Everything I ate was reconstituted, and half of that was probably sand!" protested Rey, jabbing Finn with the spoon. "You should be the one to do it, not me -- at least you know what fresh food is supposed to taste like."

"I don't know," said Finn slowly, staring at the pile of feathers and clawed feet next to the campfire. "The fauna on this planet might not be safe for humans to eat. How sure are we that--"

"Hrrraoownhgr!" Exasperated, Chewbacca snatched the spoon out of Rey's suddenly tentative grasp and left the cookbook in the dirt where it fell. Left to their own devices, the two humans would end up grazing like nerfs. Or as supper for one of the nastier fowl this side of the Outer Rim.

If Han had been there, he would have howled in laughter at the sight of his old pal plucking feathers and stirring stew. And he would have dragged that ratty old apron out of the Falcon's maintenance bay, and Chewie would have threatened and grumbled and finally worn the blasted thing out of sheer sentimentality.

Maybe he still would. After all, neither Rey nor Finn could possibly know enough Shyriiwook to translate "Kiss the cook."

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Date: 2016-03-20 12:19 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sidonie
Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Finn, turning his back on all he was taught

Date: 2016-03-20 05:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] intrikate88.livejournal.com
The first time he goes hungry, Finn realizes (again, anew, another facet of understanding) what leaving the First Order means.

The Resistance hides where it is safe, makes do with what they have, and allow their people freedom to make decisions for themselves, which is terrible discipline. The First Order treated all his injuries efficiently, served nutritionally balanced meals several times per day, and operated under strict protocol to keep troops in formation. Finn has noticed Poe almost never performs pre-flight checks, medics can only do what they have the supplies for, and dinner is smuggled rations and whatever local flora and fauna can be captured. It's a mess, really.

And yet, it all seems worth it, somehow, even if it will all probably end in Rey or Poe flying him straight into the side of a mountain.

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Date: 2016-03-20 12:21 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sidonie
Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Rey, facing her own version of the cave on Dagobah

the father of courage (SW:TFA, Rey gen)

Date: 2016-03-24 04:59 pm (UTC)
possibilityleft: (c3po & r2d2)
From: [personal profile] possibilityleft
Rey knew what she was going to see when she walked into the forest clearing; Luke had warned her that the Dark Side was thick in the space, and she'd suffered the visions before.

But this -- this was different, the quiet way the other woman looked at her, wrists thin and hair knotted in the exact same way Rey used to wear hers, her expression disappointed.

Her mother didn't have to say a thing (her imagining of her mother, was this what her mother had looked like?); Rey's palms stung with the press of her own fingernails, and her voice was shaky as she answered the unspoken question: "Yes, I left."

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Date: 2016-03-20 12:22 am (UTC)
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Star Wars (any), any, Force-based dreamwalking or prophetic dreams

Date: 2016-03-20 01:24 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ghostwings
Rey has dreamed of her own loss before, but never someone else's.

She feels herself, as a small child, being dragged away by First Order soldiers made anonymous by their helmets--but her parents (no, she realizes--Finn's parents) are bare-faced, so why can't she seem to make out their features?

As Rey pulls herself out of Finn's dream and into wakefulness, and she briefly wonders whether it's better to have been abandoned or stolen--but truly, neither is better or worse; both leave you severed from your family, alone and adrift until you can find or make family for yourself.

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Date: 2016-03-20 03:10 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] seal_nonnie
FMA, Olivier
She's a cold woman. It's a cold world.

Fill

Date: 2016-03-20 11:06 am (UTC)
halberdier: I'll do it Laaaater! (Quote: "Pro"crastination)
From: [personal profile] halberdier
Her men love her, even though she is not affectionate: she has no need for affection. Life is hard, life is cold, life is a trial that each must get through their own way, on their own. She is not her brother, and she is glad, for she is loved for being her own self and not for her gender or the expectations of that gender - her brother is girly enough for both of them.
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Date: 2016-03-20 04:16 am (UTC)
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Arrow, Oliver/any male, trusting

Date: 2016-03-20 04:17 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] dariaw
Leverage, Parker/Hardison/Eliot or Eliot/Quinn or Eliot/Moreau, Eliot doesn't know what to say

Fill

Date: 2016-03-21 10:53 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] reeby10
Sometimes when it’s just the three of them, just them relaxing or goofing off in private without strangers or the rest of the team lurking around the edges of the consciousness, Eliot finds himself at a loss. Parker or Hardison will say something, ask a question, and he’ll just freeze up, suddenly totally unsure what to say because this, them, the three of them in this amazing/crazy relationship, seems so idyllic and perfect that it has to be a dream or a trick of his mind.

He never tells either of them that sometimes he’s afraid they’re not real, but he thinks, by the way they look at him and hold him and whisper assurances, they know anyway; he’s glad they’re there whether it’s all just a dream or not, but he can only hope that if it is it’s one he won’t wake up from.

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Date: 2016-03-20 04:17 am (UTC)
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Chuck, Chuck/Bryce or any ot3, it's funny how that works

Date: 2016-03-20 04:41 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] syrena_of_the_lake
Chronicles of Narnia: Voyage of the Dawn Treader, Lucy, something of the spell lingered even after their return to England

Date: 2016-03-20 09:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] noor-us-sabah.livejournal.com
Nobody ever says it aloud, so it's hard to say how word gets around. But a month or two after she returns to school none of them dare talk about her. It's as if the understanding runs through them in wary silence, a warning sparked from one girl to the next, danger telegraphed without sound.

You mustn't speak ill of Lucy Pevensie. If you do, somehow she will know.

By half-term, they are almost afraid of her.

She almost likes it.

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Date: 2016-03-20 04:43 am (UTC)
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Lizard!Sherlock from last year's 3SF, anybody remember where we left off?

(Yes, folks, Syrena has literally lost the plot.)

Date: 2016-03-20 04:44 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] syrena_of_the_lake
Star Wars Legends (EU), Thrawn, the art of war

Date: 2016-03-20 04:47 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] syrena_of_the_lake
Forever, Henry Morgan/Jo Martinez, what's a little involuntary manslaughter between friends

Date: 2016-03-20 06:58 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sidonie
Star Wars (any), any, binary sunset

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Date: 2016-03-20 07:04 am (UTC)
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Fullmetal Alchemist (any), Scar (& or / any), Same old city with a different name

Fill

Date: 2016-03-20 03:58 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] seal_nonnie
Brotherhood/manga verse if it makes a difference, taking "same old city" as Ishval

It's the same city he remembers: a tidy sprawl on the edge of a desert, with people and laughter and everything else that a city should have and golden sand stretching out forever and no soldiers in sight.

The last time he saw this city, it was in ruins, streets scattered with enough bodies and enough soldiers to send a broken, damaged version of him running.

New name, a little bit of help, and now they're both whole.

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Date: 2016-03-20 07:06 am (UTC)
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Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy/Riza, a sky full of stars

Date: 2016-03-21 02:08 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] betony

In her father's house, her eyes shine like comets as they walk home under a starry sky; in Ishval, the sun glints off her scope as she sights down her rifle and shoots. In her father's house, he pines and carries on as only the very young and very foolish can; in Ishval, her presence rends his heart.

In her father's house, he thinks he loves her; in Ishval, he knows he does.

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Date: 2016-03-20 07:06 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sidonie
Any, any, a landscape sewn into a patchwork quilt
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She doesn’t know what makes her start quilting, it’s never been a craft she’s focused on in particular, but it quickly becomes a compulsion and she spends hours at a time hunched over a table as the pieces come together to form a picture that even she can’t quite fully see yet.

It starts when they return from Namorn, and there’s an idea in the back of her head that this is the way she and her magic are stitching the four of them back into, reforging the bonds that had weakened until they were brittle and stretched thin and had seemed for a time to be on the edge of breaking apart forever.

When her work is finished and she can show the others, it seems somehow fitting that this patchwork quilt, now ripe with their combined magics in a way she hadn’t noticed when she was sewing, should form the landscape of their reconnection just as that thread had pulled them together so many years before.

Marvel/My own Painkiller AU, Frank Castle

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Any, any, an old photo album
tielan: (MCU - Maria/Steve)
From: [personal profile] tielan
His fingertips trace the faces of men long since buried and gone to dust, and the ache in his palms matches the cramp in his heart.

"My great-grandfather collected paraphernalia after the war," Hill explains when he asks where she got this; and after a moment she adds, "He was in the 107th, too, but from Queens."

Steve looks up, suddenly struck by the priceless gift he's been given.
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Date: 2016-03-20 08:34 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ghostwings
FFVI, Terra & or / Celes, carrying on.

Date: 2016-03-20 04:42 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sidonie
"Welcome back," Celes says as Mobliz shrinks into the distance beneath them – brusque and cold as she ever has been, Terra thinks, but not cold enough to hide the cracks when she mutters, "Here to stay this time, I hope."

"I can't promise that," Terra says, and looks away, out into the empty blue beyond the Falcon's railing; she feels thin as mist these days, like something that might vanish in sunlight, and the sky calls to her – but before Celes can turn away, Terra seizes her hand and pulls her back, holding tight with fingers that ache to become claws.

A second of silence, clouds above and earth below and both of them caught between, before Celes pulls her into a hug so fierce it steals her breath; Terra lets herself sink into the touch, soldier's strength and the chill of magic on her skin – wanting to keep her close and never let go through all the long nights ahead of them, thinking of the road still to walk and the tower at the end of it – and says, "I can't promise, but I hope so too."

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