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rthstewart ([personal profile] rthstewart) wrote2022-01-20 09:54 pm

Three Sentence Ficathon 2022 Part 2

UPDATE 14 FEBRUARY 2022 -- 3SF 2022 IS NOW CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS!  Do continue to fill prompts already posted but the 3SF 2022 is now closed.  We'll be back next year in a new comm (If I can get my act together).  Thank you again!

THIS IS THE NEW POST FOR PART 2 OF THE 3 SENTENCE FICATHON -- ALL NEW PROMPTS SHOULD BE POSTED HERE
You may continue to fill prompts (but not leave new ones) at the original Post 1 here but please post new prompts here, not there.  And if you're asking, hey is just me, or did this get enormous really fast? Why yes, yes it did.  Last year, it took us ten days before I opened a new post.  This year, it took us about 5.5 days to get there.  So, by all means, go back and fill in Post 1 and post new prompts here!

Also woops, in an indication of how busy I've been with other things, I neglected to post that for a third year in a row the awesome [personal profile] conuly  started a master list of unclaimed prompts and has been updating it as time permits.  Obviously a huge task! Thank you!







 
Welcome to the Three Sentence Ficathon!

Here's a Friending meme!

What is the 3 Sentence Ficathon?
This is an open exchange where you answer a prompt with a fic consisting of only three sentences. It's open to all fandoms and you can post and fill as many prompts as you like, as many times as you want.

What do I do first?
You can start 3SF by posting prompts! When posting a prompt please format it this way:

fandom, character(s), prompt word/sentence.

Only one prompt per comment please. So, for example,

Star Wars, Obi-Wan Kenobi, I don't like sand."

Open ended and anthropomorphic fills are popular too, such as:

Any, Any, "I don't like sand."

or

Earth geography, sand, "I don't like humans very much, either."

What happens after that?
You answer other posters' prompts in three sentences (or more if you can't stop yourself) and fill as many prompts as you want, as many times as you wish. If you see that a prompt you loved has already been filled, go ahead and fill it again! Multiple fills of the same prompt are allowed and even encouraged! (We get really fun stories going this way).

Can I still post if I need more than 3 sentences? Or should I just abuse grammar in ways the English language never contemplated?
Yes. Yes.

But I'm not a member of Dreamwidth
No problem. You can comment anonymously or through open ID

I'm really overwhelmed by all the prompts and how much there is and how fast it goes. I can't read 1,000 prompts and fills. It's too much.
I hear this a lot and it keeps a lot of people from participating. The 3SF is big and it moves fast, especially at first.
I get overwhelmed, too, and I'm hosting the thing. With 2020 and 2021 sucking so badly you don't want something that's supposed to be fun cause you anxiety. I have a couple of suggestions for managing the 3SF volume.
  • First, really, you don't have to read every prompt and fill on every page. You can start at the last page of this and just go forward, or back a page or two. It's fine.
  • You can come and go as time and energy allow, you don't have to participate the whole time, and it drops off quite at bit after about 2 weeks and especially once we open a new post because this one is approaching 4,500 comments.
  • Even after the 3SF and new prompting end, people fill prompts all year long.
  • You can fill an already filled prompt and you can can leave a prompt that's already been prompted before. People do it all the time.
Always make sure you're looking at top-level comments only, not threaded. That helps a lot. Your screen should look like this.




But shouldn't I read everything to see if someone already prompted the same prompt I want to leave if someone already filled it?

No. Prompt as many times as you want, as much as you want. It doesn't matter if someone prompted the exact same prompt. Go ahead and prompt again!

I left a prompt and no one filled it. Can I prompt it again?
Absolutely!

Can I spread the word?
Yes, please. I generally fail at creating banners and embed codes but if you create one and make it really idiot-proof, I might be able to post and share it. Feel free to cross-post this entry. If you create your own banners or icons, let me know and I'll share!
Please share the 3SF with your followers, friends, and any channels and comms you are active on. I'll post on fandom calendar, Tumblr, and Twitter, but I don't have many connections in other spaces such as Discord.

Here's my attempt at a text box that might go horribly awry.






How long will it go?

The 3SF closes to new prompts on February 13, 2022. The entry stays open permanently and people post fills all year long. (There were a bunch of new posts to the 2021 3SF this week!)

Are there any rules about cross-posting?
Nope, you can post wherever you want, whenever you want. A lot of folks collected their responses together and posted them on AO3 under the 3 sentence fiction tag. 3SFs are a terrific prompt for remixes and could be helpful for Yuletide bears, too.

What about spoilers, content and archive warnings, triggers, pairings, ratings, tags, and squick?
I thought a lot about this. It boils down to reader beware. In my experience, this typically gets too big, moves too fast, and the stories are too short for content warnings and ratings to even apply. It is too big for me to moderate in this way. You should assume spoilers are fair game and that the initial poster and the responder have opted to use no content warnings or tags. This means AO3 content warnings for dubcon, violence, canon character death, underage, etc. COULD be present (and much more). I've found personally that I can skim and scroll by stuff that, from the prompt, I can tell isn't my favorite flavor of delicious cake. Use your best judgment, protect yourself, and be prepared to skip over things that aren't your thing. In this format, the obligation is on you, the reader, to protect yourself from triggering content.
Some posters do include warnings and spoiler tags or include spoiler space, but they don't have to do so.


Why is 3SF split among several posts? That seems confusing.
It is confusing and we always lose momentum once we have to move to a second post. The reason is because at 5,000 comments to a single post, DW installs a human test CAPTCHA, which is a pain for users. So, once this entry gets to the upper 4,000 comments, I open a new post. If you've been waiting until things slow down to participate, when we open a second post is often a good place to join.

If I have questions, what do I do?

I'm rthstewart everywhere, here, Twitter, Tumblr, gmail and AO3.

A special thank you to [personal profile] conuly .
Last year, Conuly started logging all unfilled prompts.
This year's (2021) unfilled prompts are here.
Last year's (2020) unfilled prompts are here.
Conuly asks that you not reply, as they want to be able to edit and add more prompts to the list.
 

Here, have some icons and banners and let me know if you've created your own!























alexseanchai: Katsuki Yuuri wearing a blue jacket and his glasses and holding a poodle, in front of the asexual pride flag with a rainbow heart inset. (Default)

[personal profile] alexseanchai 2022-01-21 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
Miraculous Ladybug, Emilie, silhouette
kiestan: Image of a female character wearing a light gray hoodie, whose white hair goes past her shoulders. She has pale blue eyes. She's framed by a circle filled with pale pink. (Default)

[personal profile] kiestan 2022-01-21 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)

He used to see her everywhere: in the jars of chamomile tea leaves, in the ​pencil strokes along his canvas, in the void of the mansion that echoes without her sound.

It became bearable after he tucked her away, in the mosaic portrait, in Adrien, and in the basement.

Sometimes, though, he slips up, but Nathalie only politely ignores it, nodding when he corrects himself by addressing her again, with the right name.

chanter1944: Émilie Agreste, with a young Adrien (ML - Émilie: pour mon fils)

[personal profile] chanter1944 2022-01-22 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
Ooooooooh. Wow.
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[personal profile] kiestan 2022-01-26 03:40 am (UTC)(link)

:D

alexseanchai: Katsuki Yuuri wearing a blue jacket and his glasses and holding a poodle, in front of the asexual pride flag with a rainbow heart inset. (Default)

[personal profile] alexseanchai 2022-01-21 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
any, any, sunshine and shadow
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Leverage, Parker, OT3 if that’s your jam

[personal profile] canon_is_relative 2022-01-21 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Shadow falls across your body, brief respite from the sunny daze, one of those makes-you-appreciate-it-even-more moments.

“What changed,” he asks, and you like that about him, the way he remembers things you didn’t think were important, conferring importance by redrawing attention.

“I like the sunshine now that I’m safe,” and you don’t have to look to know that he’s smiling, and he’s smiling, and you’re smiling too.
Edited 2022-01-21 04:10 (UTC)
alexseanchai: Katsuki Yuuri wearing a blue jacket and his glasses and holding a poodle, in front of the asexual pride flag with a rainbow heart inset. (Default)

Re: Leverage, Parker, OT3 if that’s your jam

[personal profile] alexseanchai 2022-01-21 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
😀
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Re: Leverage, Parker, OT3 if that’s your jam

[personal profile] elementalraven 2022-01-22 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
this is lovely!
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Re: Leverage, Parker, OT3 if that’s your jam

[personal profile] canon_is_relative 2022-01-22 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you 😊
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[personal profile] ruthchinn 2022-01-21 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Hardly anyone but family gets it right, when they see Ella and Eric. It's easy to notice her, the obvious one, the face of the pranks or the punches, but too many forget about her twin, her not-a-shadow standing nearby like the moon orbiting the sun, perhaps with his head in a book. That sure doesn't stop him from being just as observant as her, absorbing information on anything from science to tech like a sponge - and, when necessary, taking action with a little more subtlety against whoever dared to harm their family.
Then Eric is gone-gone-gone and she's the sun, burning up, no one can stop her like he could've.
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Carmilla, Laura/Carmilla— i’m not a hero.

[personal profile] swirlsngirls 2022-01-23 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
“I’m only a shadow,” she says, eyes dark and face tilted down; perhaps it’s a fitting statement—- don’t they say vampires can’t walk in sunshine? “I’m not like you, with your constant idealism and…hope. I can’t save anyone.”

“You saved me,” you tell her, because she did, risked the destruction of the whole world for you; despite what she thinks, she’s good.

She shakes her head again, dark waves brushing past her face; half obscured, half lit in the early morning light—- in her eyes you can see the heaviness of an eternal, guilty existence, the weight of every girl she didn’t save before you. “I’m not a hero.”

Edited 2022-01-23 03:56 (UTC)

Re: Carmilla, Laura/Carmilla— i’m not a hero.

(Anonymous) 2022-01-23 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Beautiful.
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Re: Carmilla, Laura/Carmilla— i’m not a hero.

[personal profile] swirlsngirls 2022-01-28 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
thank you ☺️
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[personal profile] cestlamorte 2022-01-25 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
Light filtered thinly between the boughs-less dense here-and dappled a pattern in shadow across Arahan's face, for once almost something like peaceful.

The moment of respite makes Naestra smile and reach out, long fingers touching her sister's white hair(white like light, white like fire).

"Rare for you to touch me when I'm not dying, sister," Arahan says with her predator's baring of teeth in a challenge, a knife-sharp grin that only for her has a softer fondness in it.
Edited (siscon) 2022-01-25 00:14 (UTC)
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Weary Yet Unrestrained (Hellsing; Seras, Alucard)

[personal profile] kalira 2022-01-26 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
"What are you pouting about, Police Girl?" the low, rumbling voice whispers out of the shadows around Seras and she almost wishes she had jumped or lashed out at it, instead of just taking it in stride - no, she hadn't known her master was there, but he's pulled this trick with her too many times.

"I. . ." Seras sighed, tracing her fingers up the wall just shy of the heavy blackout curtains and shaking her head. "I miss the sunshine," she admitted in a quiet voice, "I wish I. . ."

"So go out." Alucard said, and Seras frowned, muttering unhappily. "So go out instead of sulking, Police Girl." He yawned audibly. "Enjoy your exhaustion; I am going to sleep."

". . .wait, are you fucking with me?" Seras asked, looking up at him, only a little surprised to find him actually physically present . . . and suddenly grinning at her; she leaned back warily. "I thought. . ."

"Don't go far," Alucard warned, then shrugged, more fluidly than anything solid should be able to, "you will be weaker in the sunlight . . . in the day at all; you bear my blood, however; unlike weaker vampires, you can walk in the sun if you choose."

Seras bit her lip, looking up at him hopefully. Alucard melted into the shadows again without any further explanation . . . and the curtains in front of Seras slid open, revealing the first purple-pink glow of dawn, the sunlight falling through the thick glass on her and . . . Seras' grin was interrupted by a yawn, and she wavered a bit on her feet, but the sun only felt warm and welcoming, just as she remembered after long night patrols.

Re: Weary Yet Unrestrained (Hellsing; Seras, Alucard)

(Anonymous) 2022-01-27 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
Awww. <3
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Re: Weary Yet Unrestrained (Hellsing; Seras, Alucard)

[personal profile] kalira 2022-01-28 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
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MDZS, Wen Qing & Wei Wuxian

[personal profile] quillsshadow 2022-01-29 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian is sunshine, bright and warming and cheerful - though when Wen Qing meets him the shine is wearing thin, strained by the dangers to his sect's heir, the weariness from struggling to heal an unhealable wound... and then he finds a way, and his golden core blazes in Wen Qing's hands like a painless sun and he is left with shadows.

He uses shadows of the dead to help her rescue who they can of her family, guards them with shadows, brings them to the Burial Mounds to build what lives they can for themselves and holds himself away, to keep the shadow of his wartime actions from spoiling their lives. Her family learn to see past those shadows to the man underneath them, join her efforts to coax him into sharing the small joys they find and learn and make.

The first laugh they win from him is as warm as sunshine.

Obsidian & Blood, Acatl/Teomitl

[personal profile] notapaladin 2022-03-31 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)

Teomitl is blazing, burning sunlight, walking through the world as though he’s covered in gold. When he is crowned...ah, when he is crowned he’ll be magnificent, the greatest Revered Speaker the Empire has ever known. Already he grows in power and wisdom by the day. By the time he’s ready for the throne, he’ll erase Tizoc’s name like mist.

And he turns and meets Acatl’s eyes from where the High Priest for the Dead is standing in the shade of the temple wall. Simply, casually, he holds out a hand. “Come on, Acatl. Let’s go.”

Acatl peels himself away from the cold stone, shivering at the pure pleasurable shock of being in the sunshine again. It feels so good to be warm. To remind himself that he is alive, that he has not yet gone down to join his patron in the underworld.

Teomitl’s hand in his is warmer yet.

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[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-21 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
avatar: the last airbender; zuko/azula or zuko & azula, forgiveness
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[personal profile] silveradept 2022-02-14 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
"No," Azula says, "I won't forgive you, Zuko, you stole everything I had!"

Zuko is nowhere near her as she says this, but her mind believes him right next to her, an echo she sizes upon, because to admit that he is not there would be to admit to the defeat that she cannot bear to acknowledge.

"I forgive you, Azula," Zuko says to her, "even though you turned out just like father did."
peaked: YOUR PRINCESS AZULA. (pic#15414368)

[personal profile] peaked 2022-02-14 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
sjfkhsk THE FIRE NATION KIDS. AZULA HALLUCNATING ZUKO. ZUKO SAYING THE WORDS AZULA WOULD SAY TO HIM WITHOUT HESITATION. I love it!!
peaked: CINDY. (Default)

[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-21 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
veronica mars, logan/veronica, if i love you, is that a fact or a weapon?
ultra_fic: (Veronica Mars)

Not Like This

[personal profile] ultra_fic 2022-01-24 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
He seems to realise, as he's yelling angrily about how much he loves her, that this isn't how it's supposed to be.

Veronica certainly knows it, and is sure she sees in Logan's eyes that he does too, when she agrees she loves him just as much.

All this is just a band-aid on a gaping, oozing wound that they gave to each other too long ago (and maybe every day since) - it won't fix anything at all.
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Re: Not Like This

[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-25 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
AHHHH. Goddamn LoVe. These two are such idiots. As much as I love them together and behaving healthily, I also love them realising their own toxicity.
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Re: Not Like This

[personal profile] ultra_fic 2022-01-25 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
They certainly had their problems, but they just have to be together, don't they? Bless their hearts!
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[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-21 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
the witcher, jaskier/yennefer, you are more than your magic
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To Your Advantage

[personal profile] gold_pen_leaps 2022-01-22 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"And what," she shouted – making Jaskier flinch, though none of the items she was throwing around the bedroom was aimed at him – "is a sorceress without magic? Everything I have is because of magic. Everything!"

"You are more than your magic," Jaskier said – when she had paused in throwing things, sitting on the bed and gasping in breaths – "And that will be to your advantage here, since they think this rule will make you useless. You have wit and willpower, a fortitude I am in awe of."

She blinked at him, and Jaskier was afraid the moment would stretch awkwardly, so he added, "And it's rather sexy when you lose your temper."

He dodged the pillow she had thrown.

A/N: I couldn't resist going over the sentence limit.
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[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-23 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
LMAO I love this so much! The emotional vulnerability and Jaskier needing to fill in the space because, oh shit, emotional vulnerability is scary. This was perfectly in character. ♥
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[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-21 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
the witcher, jaskier/yennefer, hands
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[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-21 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
the witcher, geralt/yennefer, i'm sure if you could untie the knots in your jaw you would have said something
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[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-21 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
mcu spider-man, peter/mj, ah, but your absence, the physically felt silence of your hands

you can reply with no way home content to this comment—you won't be spoiling me!

(Anonymous) 2022-01-24 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
He finds himself reaching out sometimes -subconsciously, stupidly- while lying on his side late at night. As if she was still there to touch, to feel; for the two of them to be more than a memory that the world and her had forgotten.

In his head are her eyes, her smile and across of him is nothing.
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[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-25 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
You really came for my heart, anon! This was so freaking heartbreaking and filled with longing! Perfect. ♥
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[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-21 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
shadow and bone/six of crows, matthias/nina, furs
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[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-21 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
shadow and bone/six of crows, kaz/inej, if you touch her again i'll rip your fucking head off
vialethe: (S&B - Darklina power couple)

A Goddamn Blaze in the Dark (Six of Crows, Kaz/Inej)

[personal profile] vialethe 2022-01-21 09:28 am (UTC)(link)
He still has Oomen’s blood on his gloves, he realizes, gripping the ship’s rail, trying to cage whatever feral thing had torn loose inside him, just as he’d ripped Oomen’s eyeball from its socket.

Oomen’s blood on his gloves, Inej’s coating his shirt, the fabric slick and stuck to his chest, like-

Kaz swallows back a wave of nausea and lets the rage blossom up again in its place, red hot as her life spilling out against his skin; if he has to burn to keep Inej safe, then let him blaze straight down to the embers.
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[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-21 10:38 am (UTC)(link)
Yesssss. I love the little teasing trigger back to Jordie. Kaz isn't going to let Inej slip from his hands like he did his brother. I love the absolute rage captured in this!
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Re: A Goddamn Blaze in the Dark (Six of Crows, Kaz/Inej)

[personal profile] betony 2022-01-23 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
This chapter was SO GOOD (and horrifying) in the book, it's even more vivid and unsettling and hot here. WOW.
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Re: A Goddamn Blaze in the Dark (Six of Crows, Kaz/Inej)

[personal profile] vialethe 2022-01-23 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Right?? I reread that bit before I wrote this because I couldn't remember Oomen's name, and it was even more brutal than I'd remembered. An angry Kaz is an absolutely terrifying thing.
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Re: A Goddamn Blaze in the Dark (Six of Crows, Kaz/Inej)

[personal profile] betony 2022-01-23 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Yes! Kaz is especially terrifying because he can be funny and pleasant and then--if you look at Inej wrong--GAME OVER. Dang.
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Re: A Goddamn Blaze in the Dark (Six of Crows, Kaz/Inej)

[personal profile] swirlsngirls 2022-01-23 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
your word choice and the way you captured Kaz’s mindset in this moment, and the phrase “blaze straight down to the embers” is just incredible wow
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Re: A Goddamn Blaze in the Dark (Six of Crows, Kaz/Inej)

[personal profile] arveldis 2022-01-24 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
Ohh this is good! It's so vivid!
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[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-21 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
what if...?, wanda/vision, "i can still feel you"
vialethe: (Narnia - Su & Ed)

[personal profile] vialethe 2022-01-21 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Narnia, Susan/Edmund, I keep the memories inside my mind/to show me how to leave the darkness/you will take me home one day/believe me
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[personal profile] be_themoon 2022-02-04 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
They don't speak of it. Is there a way to sit down and ask which of them did what wrong, which of them burned their names off of Aslan's list, which of them-

"I'll be here for you forever," Edmund whispers into her neck, his hands firm on her thighs, his body the anchor she's always needed.
vialethe: (Narnia - Su & Ed)

[personal profile] vialethe 2022-02-04 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
The game of guilt and shame they're playing here! Burned off Aslan's list!! TRAGEDY. But of course he'll be there for her forever and his body is her anchor omg why do you do this to me.
vialethe: (Narnia/GoT - Blue Susan)

[personal profile] vialethe 2022-01-21 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Narnia/GoT, Susan/Jon Snow, I’m a worshipper/a zealot king, cursed, a devotee/of the heady golden dance she does
vialethe: (S&B - Darklina kiss)

[personal profile] vialethe 2022-01-21 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Shadow & Bone/TGT, The Darkling/Alina, we were something, don’t you think so?/roaring twenties, tossing pennies in the pool/and if my wishes came true/it would have been you
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shadow and bone, the darkling/alina, secrets

[personal profile] caramelsilver 2022-01-21 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
In a hidden part of her soul there was a secret, something she would never tell anyone ever. If things hadn't gone sideways, if the horrors of him wasn't true, if Baghra hadn't ruin them... she would've stayed, and she would have chosen him.
vialethe: (S&B - Darklina kiss)

Re: shadow and bone, the darkling/alina, secrets

[personal profile] vialethe 2022-01-21 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Oof, Alina, honey. Of course she would have! If only it could have been that way.
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Re: shadow and bone, the darkling/alina, secrets

[personal profile] scytale 2022-01-23 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know the canon beyond vague osmosis, but oh, this is lovely.
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[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-24 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
This is lovely!
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[personal profile] vialethe 2022-01-21 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Shadow & Bone/TGT, The Darkling/Alina, there are tiny cracks of light underneath me/and you say i got it wrong/but i tried hard to uncover them
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set vaguely in the middle of Ruin and Rising?

[personal profile] betony 2022-01-23 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
"You can't have shadow without light," says the Darkling pleasantly, and Alina wants to laugh; before she can, though, he goes on, inexorable: "In a world of eternal night, there are no shadows to be found."

(The Fold, then, she wants to ask, what was the Fold, then?--but she knows what he will reply in that silver-sharp voice: A mistake, a mistake, a terrible mistake, and she will remember all the disasters she has caused in turn.)

"Of course," he whispers, just before he leaves her to another sleepless night, "you might consider, my dear, that there's no light that doesn't cast a shadow, either."
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Re: set vaguely in the middle of Ruin and Rising?

[personal profile] swirlsngirls 2022-01-23 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
oh my god i love the line “there's no light that doesn't cast a shadow” and i love this
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Re: set vaguely in the middle of Ruin and Rising?

[personal profile] betony 2022-01-23 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much! I liked that line a lot, too :)
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Re: set vaguely in the middle of Ruin and Rising?

[personal profile] vialethe 2022-01-23 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
The idea that they (via being Light and Dark) can't exist without each other just makes me feral, I love it so much. So of course I love this.

(Alina thinking of all the disasters she's caused weighed against his creation of the Fold is so powerful and such a good character moment.)
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Re: set vaguely in the middle of Ruin and Rising?

[personal profile] betony 2022-01-23 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Thematically, it's such a good comparison -- and honestly, why this works for me as a "HORRIBLE idea, would never work out but super magnetic and tragic" as opposed to other villain/heroine ships.
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Re: set vaguely in the middle of Ruin and Rising?

[personal profile] vialethe 2022-01-23 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
I admit, I am a softer heart and like to try to make it work, even if it is always a terrible idea, at least for Alina. Sometimes a girl needs a little darkness in her life.
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[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-21 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
smallville, clark/lois/superman, a love triangle built for two
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[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-21 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
mcu, yelena & natasha, i could have saved you
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[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-21 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
the vampire diaries, any, you're quick to forgive when i make a mistake
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[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-21 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
shadow and bone/six of crows, inej/kaz, if they want you, they're gonna have to fight me

A group of crows is called a murder for a reason

[personal profile] word_devourer 2022-01-24 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
"No backup plans today," he says, expression steady as he finishes the message, "if I don't negotiate, we're all dead, and if the negotiations go wrong, I'm still dead, and the rest of you will be imprisoned at best." There's a pause, and then, "if that happens, get out; of all of us, you're the only one who stands a chance."

"You already know I will," she lies, as if she doesn't already know she'll be at his side until the end; if they want him dead, they'll have to buy him with their blood.
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Re: A group of crows is called a murder for a reason

[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-24 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
sjklfsd WHY ARE YOU COMING FOR MY HEART? I love this! Fucking Kaz being a martyr and Inej having none of it. ♥

if they want him dead, they'll have to buy him with their blood. Perfectly Inej.
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Re: A group of crows is called a murder for a reason

[personal profile] vialethe 2022-01-25 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, that's really good. I love a fierce Inej, and even better if she's lying to Kaz and getting away with it.
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[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-21 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
shadow and bone/six of crows, inej/kaz, she calls my name as shelter, not realizing i am the storm
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[personal profile] arveldis 2022-01-21 08:29 am (UTC)(link)
Kaz wanted to be better, he did, but as Inej cried out in pain from her injuries—he would gut the slaver who did this to her, and he would spread the man’s entrails out as a doormat in front of the Crow Club for all of the Dregs to wipe their feet on—her voice breaking as she asked him to remove the blade that had broken off inside of her, unable to do so herself with her broken arm, his hands shook uncontrollably and blackness threatened to overwhelm his mind.

Kaz had tried so hard to be better; he could go a whole day—sometimes several days—without his gloves, and he’d kept them off today for her, so she would see that he wasn’t wearing all of his armor, that he wanted to be the man she wanted him to be.

But he couldn’t be, and he balled his fists against his own weakness, even as he drew in shuddering breaths that tasted of salt and rot.
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[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-21 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
OMG YOU HAVE KILLED ME. This is so perfect! So freaking perfect!!!
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[personal profile] arveldis 2022-01-22 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you!! <3
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[personal profile] vialethe 2022-01-22 10:22 am (UTC)(link)
Ooooh no. BABIES. They're both so hurt and so fragile and trying so hard! This is so good.
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[personal profile] arveldis 2022-01-22 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! <3
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[personal profile] betony 2022-01-23 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, Kaz. He's trying, but this isn't really a world that allows for it, does it? :(
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[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-21 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
gilmore girls, jess/rory, i miss you
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I Miss You

[personal profile] ultra_fic 2022-01-24 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
In some ways, it felt like it came out of nowhere, but in others, it was completely what she expected, because how could Jess just leave like that and never call?

He talked about nothing much - Washington Square Park, living with his mother, nothing earth-shattering - but it was just so nice to hear his voice.

Rory wondered if he felt the same way about hearing her voice too, and maybe if all his seemingly meaningless words, much like her own, really meant just one thing - 'I miss you.'
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Re: I Miss You

[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-25 09:38 am (UTC)(link)
Aw, I loved this. It had such a nice, positive feeling to it while having an undercurrent of longing. These two knuckleheads love words so much yet fail to actually use them.
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Re: I Miss You

[personal profile] ultra_fic 2022-01-25 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Yup, ain't that the truth! Glad you like :)
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gilmore girls, jess/paris, books
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Use Your Words

[personal profile] ultra_fic 2022-01-27 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
If asked, she'd say it was a crazy whim that led her into Stars Hollow Books one day after dropping in on Rory, but the truth was a little different - Paris Geller followed a boy; still, it was a genuine accident, a complete coincidence, when they both reached for the same book at the same time, his hand landing on hers like some ridiculous movie meet-cute, the kind of which Paris never expected to happen to her.

Jess stared at her so intensely she felt she was burning up from the inside but couldn't seem to mind at all; "Please tell me you're not one of those girls who expect me to be a gentleman and let you just have the book, because in case you didn't get it already from the last time we met, I don't exactly do backing down any more than you do."

Paris' heart swelled and confidence grew ten-fold on realising he remembered her and that he was smiling at her even as he threatened to snatch the precious book away; "I'll let you have it, if you promise to read aloud to me sometime," she said, tilting her chin like a challenge - the look on his face was worth a thousand books.
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Re: Use Your Words

[personal profile] peaked 2022-02-06 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Awwww, oh my god!! I love that you captured Paris' insecurity of feeling forgotten and unseen and that Jess merely remembering her was enough to immediately warm her and lower her guard. It's so perfect for early seasons Paris. Jess being so surprised by her at the end is so perfect—I feel like these two would definitely surprise one another like that.
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Re: Use Your Words

[personal profile] ultra_fic 2022-02-07 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
I dabbled in Paris/Jess once... under a different screenname... quite a long time ago... I'm known for being so deeply Literati, we really don't talk about it :P
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[personal profile] topaz_eyes 2022-01-21 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Any crossover, any, combine 2 prompts from this year's ficathon
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Emergency!/M*A*S*H, Pay It Forward

[personal profile] topaz_eyes 2022-01-27 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
(Filling my own prompt. WARNINGS for medical/war imagery, minor character death.) Prompts used are M*A*S*H, any, midnight coffee and any, any, unexpected mercy Also, this ran away on me, so.

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Second Lieutenant Dixie McCall, RN, newly arrived that very morning on her first military posting to the 4077th MASH in Korea, had already spent almost sixteen hours on her feet without a break when the young private was brought to the OR.

The entire day had passed in a blur of rushed introductions, triage, and meatball surgery. By one-thirty AM, halfway between darkness and dawn, Dixie had lost count of the number of injured patients she’d assisted with; she was running on fumes, but gamely pushed on, assessing their new patient. This soldier was a handsome, dark-haired beanpole of a boy who couldn’t’ve been more than eighteen, covered with a blood-and-saline-soaked sheet.

“Danced with Bouncing Betty,” one of the corpsmen remarked to the surgeon (Klinger and Hawkeye, she remembered later) as they placed the young man on the table.

“Bouncing Betty?” Dixie asked as she quickly changed to a fresh sterile gown and gloves.

Hawkeye turned from wisecracking and jovial to serious in an instant. “Anti-personnel mine. Triggered to launch and explode at waist level,” Hawkeye said quietly.

Dixie inhaled sharply. Glancing down, beneath the sheet the boy’s belly had been blown open from diaphragm to pubic bone. She forcibly suppressed a shiver.

The boy’s wide, deep brown eyes were glassy with fear and pain as he tried to speak. “Help me, Nurse, please help me--”

“Ssh,” Dixie said, hoping he could see her comforting smile through her surgical mask; “it’s all right, honey, save your strength. You’re in good hands.” He licked his lips and nodded, trusting her as the anaesthetist placed the gas mask over his face.

“What a mess,” Hawkeye muttered, once they’d removed the sheet to drape him and saw the full extent of his injuries. “How’d he even make it this far--?”

“Doctor, he’s crashing,” the anaesthetist said almost immediately.

“He’s bleeding out. I can’t see anything. Nurse, suction!”

Dixie complied; they worked as fast as they can, but despite their best efforts the young man died on the table only minutes later.

A hush fell over the adjoining tables as Hawkeye cleared his throat. “Okay, let’s call it. Time of death, one forty-two,” he stated.

Dixie knew she was supposed to note the death aloud as well to confirm it, but trembled as she realized she’d lost her first patient of the war. She couldn’t bring herself to speak; she simply stared wide-eyed and stunned at Hawkeye.

“Take ten, Nurse,” Hawkeye said. “Go get some coffee.”

She felt frozen to the floor. Hawkeye beckoned the circulating nurse to come over to relieve her.

“Take ten, Lt. McCall.” This, with the force of an order, came from Major Houlihan from the table beside her. “Now.”

That shook Dixie out of her shock enough to whisper “yes, ma’am,” and she stepped away, stumbling blindly out of the OR.

In the anteroom, in a daze she pulled off her bloody surgical gown and gloves, tore off her mask, and dropped them into the contaminated laundry. When she looked down at her front, the boy’s blood had soaked through her surgical gown to her scrubs.

Weak-kneed, she sank onto the bench just outside the door, passing a shaking hand over her face; she felt wetness there that wasn’t just perspiration.

Oh God. Her patient had just died and she didn’t even know the boy’s name. She raised her face to the ceiling, her eyes scrunched closed; bone-deep exhaustion rolled over her in waves.

This is what you signed up for, her inner voice whispered, and she wondered how she was going to get through all the heartbreak that was going to come.

She didn’t see the Major exit the OR, didn’t pay attention to the approaching footsteps, so she was startled by a no-nonsense voice a few minutes later. “Nurse McCall. I know we threw you in the deep end without any orientation, I know what you saw was shocking, but you are always expected to conduct yourself professionally--”

Dixie tried to clear her throat, a noise that sounded too close to a sob. Major Houlihan paused at that, and her tone lost its edge. “Was Private Davis the first patient you lost in the war, Lt?”

“Yes, ma’am,” she barely managed to whisper.

She heard a heavy sigh, then felt a warm hand pat her knee. “The first one is always the hardest.”

She opened her eyes to a blurry visage of Maj. Houlihan crouching in front of her. The Major’s hard-nosed reputation had preceded her, but right now her eyes were surprisingly kind and even sympathetic. “The first is the one you’ll remember.”

Dixie nodded, sniffed and cleared her throat. “Do you ever get used to this, Major?”

Dixie saw the slightest shake of the Major’s head, no, and her shoulders slumped. “Never. The day you do, is the day you quit being a nurse.”

Dixie sighed heavily at that. “Here, drink this,” Maj. Houlihan added, and Dixie felt a warm tin cup pressed into her hand. “You’ll feel better.”

She automatically curled her fingers around the cup, and raised it with both hands to her lips. She made a face at the fragrance; she didn’t even like coffee, she preferred tea. But it was the first real sustenance since she’d arrived that morning, aside from sips of water or juice through a straw beneath her mask while standing at the operating table, so she sipped it anyway. The warmth pooled in her stomach and settled her a bit. The generous added powdered milk and sugar gave just enough body and flavour to cut through the bitterness.

“Thank you, Major,” she said, and she took another, longer sip. Maj. Houlihan nodded, gently appraising. Dixie clung to the coffee, and that small point of human contact to centre herself again.

“We need you back in five,” Maj. Houlihan said after another minute had elapsed, and she rose to her feet, gesturing at Dixie’s blood-soaked clothes. “Finish your coffee, then change and scrub in. You’ll assist Dr. Pierce again when you return.”

“Yes ma’am.” Dixie tilted her head, sensing the Major had gone out of her way to make sure she was all right going forward. “How do I– ?” Dixie asked, wondering how she could repay the Major’s unexpected kindness.

A brief, sad smile played on Maj. Houlihan’s lips. “You can pay it forward when the time comes, Nurse McCall.” She nodded at the clock. “Five minutes,” she repeated, raised her mask, and strode with purpose into the OR.

Dixie sighed, drained the remaining coffee in her cup, and forced herself to stand. This was going to be a very long tour.


* * *


Twenty years later at another one-thirty AM, Dixie McCall RN, Head Nurse of the Emergency Department at Rampart General Hospital, was perched at her supply desk by the communications centre filling out the interminable paperwork, when a Roy DeSoto shaped shadow fell across her papers.

“Hi, Roy,” she greeted the spectre without glancing up, “how’s it going?”

“Hi, Dix,” he said heavily, “I wish it were better.”

She looked up at him at that, taking in his somewhat haggard appearance, not just due to the time of night. “I heard the patient you and Johnny brought in earlier this afternoon died in surgery,” she said with sympathy.

“Yeah, the college kid that got shot with an arrow in the thigh during archery practice.”

“That was rough, I really thought he’d make it.”

“We thought so too. But the barbs on the tip shredded the femoral artery on the way out, I guess. Seems kinda senseless.”

Dixie nodded in agreement. People dying from what should have been survivable injuries had always been one of the hardest pills for her to swallow since Korea.

“Johnny’s not taking it well at all,” Roy added, jabbing his thumb in the direction of the staff lounge. “I’ve tried all evening but I don’t know, I just can’t seem to get through to him.”

Roy went to the cabinet behind her to collect medical supplies for the squad. By the set of his shoulders, Roy wasn’t looking copacetic about it either, but at least he appeared to be handling it. She heard the concern for Johnny in Roy’s tone. “Do you want me to talk to him?” she offered after a moment.

When Roy turned around to answer, the relief on his face was unmistakable. “Yeah, if you could, I’d appreciate it,” he said gratefully.

It was still early days for Johnny and Roy as full-fledged paramedics working without direct supervision in the field, just a week after the Wedsworth-Townsend Act had passed. “Sure,” she said, briefly patting his forearm, “no problem.”

“Thanks, Dix. Tell him I’ll be waiting in the squad.” Roy picked up his box of supplies and headed towards the ambulance entrance. “Just—don’t be too long, we gotta get back,” he called back, just before he rounded the corner.

“You bet.” Dixie slid off her stool and headed down the hall towards the staff lounge.

She opened the door to the lounge carefully to find Johnny sitting alone in the room, sunk into the sofa: elbows on knees, head dropped in his hands.

Dixie held onto the door as she regarded Johnny for a moment, remembering when she’d been in almost the same spot, halfway round the world; remembering a past act of kindness towards a young, idealistic nurse who’d just been slapped in the face by the reality of loss.

This was what Major Houlihan had meant when she’d told her to pay it forward when the time comes.

She’d had variations of this conversation with a few nurses over the intervening years; it certainly appeared like the moment had now come for Johnny. She entered the room, strode to the coffee machine, and poured a cup of steaming hot joe, musing wryly how that first day in Korea had marked the start of her own coffee addiction.

She moved to the couch and crouched to one side of him, the cup in her hand. “Tough day, huh?” she began gently.

Up close she noted the fine tremor that moved in waves from his shoulders down. He inhaled deeply, but didn’t answer.

“I heard you and Roy lost a patient earlier tonight,” she said, and shifted the cup to her other hand, laying the first against his jacketed forearm. “Your first since the Act was passed if I’m right.”

Johnny mumbled something indecipherable into his hands.

“What was that again?”

Johnny raised his head, his hands rubbing downwards to wipe his face before he looked at her, his expression forlorn. “I said, what’s the point of being a trained paramedic if you can’t save them anyway?”

He seemed so discouraged that something in her heart broke. “We can’t save them all, Johnny,” Dixie said, remembering the young soldier lifeless on an operating table in Korea all those years ago. Private Davis. Help me, nurse, please help me.

“It shouldn’t’ve happened. We did everything right, Dix, he was fine when we brought him in, his vitals were good. He shoulda lived.” He clenched his fists and slammed them against his thighs.

Dixie closed her eyes briefly and she squeezed his arm in sympathy. “I know.” When she opened them again Johnny was looking down at his lap, exhaustion lining his youthful face.

“Sometimes a patient will look stable but something unexpected happens, or they’re already too far gone by the time you get to them,” she added, knowing it was cold comfort at best.

“That – that doesn’t really help me here,” Johnny said, sounding like he was struggling to keep it together.

“It’s the truth, Johnny. One we have to learn to accept to work in this business. Look, all we can do is give our patients the best chance we can. The rest – well, it’s out of our hands.”

Johnny looked devastated by her answer, and he fell silent for a moment, considering. “Tell me, Dix, do you ever get used to losing your patients?” He stared directly at her.

She knew the answer would not be what he wanted to hear; but he needed to hear it, as she’d had back in the day. “Not in the slightest. The day it becomes easy is the day you leave the profession and do something else.”

Johnny only sighed heavily and looked down at his fists, then unclenched them. Dixie proffered the cup. “Here, drink this.”

Wearily he took the cup from her and sipped. “Coffee,” he said, “not like I’m gonna sleep again tonight anyway.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised,” Dixie said, recalling all the days and nights she’d drunk a full pot of coffee in Korea and still managed to pass out after twenty-hour sessions in the OR. “I bet you’ll be snoring the minute your head hits the pillow at the station.”

He huffed at his cup. “You’re probly right.”

Dixie stayed crouched at his side as he drank, her hand moving from his forearm to pat his knee. Johnny didn’t waste time, though, downing it as quickly as he could as if he knew he was on the clock.

He still didn’t smile, but he looked more settled when he drained the last dregs from the cup, and he laid his hand on top of hers. “Thanks, Dix,” he said quietly.

“Anytime.”

“I guess you’ve given this pep talk a lot, huh.”

“A few times,” Dixie said, “I learned from the best.”

He raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “Yeah? Who was that?”

“My commanding officer in Korea. My first day assigned to a MASH unit.”

“Oh.” It was Johnny’s turn to give Dixie a soft look. “You musta seen a lotta heavy stuff over there.”

“I sure did,” Dixie confirmed. “But you know, it’s the people you worked with that you'll remember best.”

They shared a smile, and Johnny glanced at his watch. “I, uh, gotta go, Roy’s waiting for me, probly wondering where I am,” he said, and she rose to let him up. He passed her the empty cup and headed to the door.

At the threshold Johnny turned and faced her, gesturing between them. “How—how do I—?”

Dixie’s mouth twitched in a wry smile at the echo of her question, asked in an anteroom half a world and half a lifetime away. “Just pay it forward when the time comes.”

Johnny peered at her for a brief moment in puzzlement, then nodded, thoughtful. “Yeah, pay it forward when the time comes,” he said, “I’ll do that. See ya.”

“Have a good night, Johnny,” she replied.

He pivoted and quickly disappeared from sight. Standing in the middle of the staff lounge, Dixie closed her eyes for a moment, her hands curled round the empty cup. She wondered where Major Margaret Houlihan was now, what she was doing; she silently wished her well, then washed the cup and returned to her desk.
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Idiomatic (Dal Timgar & Tiger Martin, Star Surgeon)

[personal profile] woodmr 2022-06-10 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)

Dal Timgar knew residing on Earth for the duration of medical school would require he accept and even participate in the customs of the planet, no matter how alien they appeared to him.

His first attempt at a Christmas present, based on a careful reading of his friend Tiger Martin's favorite holiday book, showed he had more to learn than just microsurgery.

"It's usually just an expression," Tiger explained with a friendly grin, admiring the actual door nail fitted into a miniature coffin with the name "Jacob Marley" etched into the wood.


Also inspired by syrena_of_the_lake (2022-01-21 12:17 am)

Also inspired by kalira (2022-01-21 10:49 am)

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Re: Idiomatic (Dal Timgar & Tiger Martin, Star Surgeon)

[personal profile] topaz_eyes 2022-06-13 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
I love this! Certainly an original Christmas present.
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Re: Idiomatic (Dal Timgar & Tiger Martin, Star Surgeon)

[personal profile] woodmr 2022-06-13 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you. I hoped it would read well even people aren't familiar with source material; it's a fun little scifi story that I've found intriguing to explore.
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any, any, there was once a…
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Elizabeth Swan (Pirates of the Caribbean)

[personal profile] slowmercury 2022-01-22 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
There once was a ship on the sea
Holding a girl in captivity
That girl became king
Of everything
Pirate-y, bonny, and free.

(Alternate words to "bonny" include: lovely, breezy, boozy, briny)
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[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-22 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, this is perfection! So worthy of Pirate King Elizabeth Swann!

Re: Elizabeth Swan (Pirates of the Caribbean)

[personal profile] trinityday 2022-01-31 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Wonderful, on its own. The alternative words were *chef's kiss*
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Re: Elizabeth Swan (Pirates of the Caribbean)

[personal profile] elementalraven 2022-02-06 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
XD I love this!
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Sharp Objects, Camille & Amma

[personal profile] swirlsngirls 2022-01-23 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Camille wonders if there was once a version of Amma that was untainted, as pristine and doll-like as her innocent demeanor suggests. How long did it take for Wind Gap to swallow her like it swallows its people whole and spits them out corrupted, hurting and hurting others? Breathing the air here is like a snake eating its own tail; somewhere inside of her she knows the truth—- she and Amma were doomed from the moment they were born.
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[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-23 09:07 am (UTC)(link)
Ooo, this is haunting! I especially love this line — Breathing the air here is like a snake eating its own tail.

I'm canon blind but this really worked in giving me a snippet into this dark world.
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[personal profile] swirlsngirls 2022-01-23 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
aaa thank you, the universe really is pretty dark
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Bedtime Stories (Labyrinth; Jareth/Sarah)

[personal profile] kalira 2022-01-24 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
"What nonsense are you filling their heads with now?" Sarah asked, arms crossed, and Jareth lifted his head, grinning at her over the cradle before tucking the twins in.

"Just telling them stories," Jareth caught hold of Sarah as she backed out of the doorway, arm around her waist, "of the cleverest and most beautiful queen Aboveground or Underground." He leaned in to kiss her as she softened, laughing quietly, and wound her arms around him in return.
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[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-24 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm canon blind but I love the love in their relationship and this being such a sweet family moment!
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[personal profile] kalira 2022-01-25 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you! ♡
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galavant, madalena, i want everything
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[personal profile] primeideal 2022-01-21 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I want a seat of power
To hear my rivals cower
Till all the world knows it's my strength they're fearing.
And I'd like Galavant's
Presence without his pants
But also Gareth's, with this splendid earring!

*former ear included
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[personal profile] peaked 2022-01-21 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Perfect Madalena voice!
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[personal profile] betony 2022-01-23 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
*laughs* Was the first thing I did sing this to the main theme? Yes, yes it was and it fit PERFECTLY (while being as hilarious as you could imagine.)

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