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2023 Three Sentence Ficathon - Post #1

Welcome to the 2023 Three Sentence Ficathon!
As of 16 Jan 2023 this post is NOW CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS! PLEASE POST YOUR NEW PROMPTS HERE, IN POST 2! Do continue to fill prompts here but please put all new prompts in Post 2.

This post will remain open for new prompts until we hit 4000 comments, at which point we'll open a new one to avoid captcha as long as possible. New fills and comments on fills will always be welcome.

How to Prompt

Prompts should be one prompt per comment, formatted in this way: fandom, character(s), prompt word/sentence

Example: Star Wars, Obi-Wan Kenobi, I don't like sand

Prompts may also be open ended, unspecific, or anthropomorphic, such as:

any, any, I don't like sand
or
Earth geography, sand, I don't like humans very much, either

Prompts for relationships are welcome; a / is used for romantic/sexual relationships and an & for platonic. A prompt that uses both means the relationship can be written as either romantic or platonic, such as:

Star Wars, Anakin/&Obi-Wan, I don't like sand

Prompts may be repeated if they are unfilled; there is no obligation to read through every prompt to make sure yours isn't a repeat. This year's 3SF will stay open for new prompts through Sunday, February 12th.

How to Fill

Respond to your chosen prompt with a short fic of three sentences containing the fandom & characters requested!

Prompts can be filled more than once, as many times as someone has a new idea for them.

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Battlestar Galactica 2003, Athena/Helo, blood on our hands

How many have died for them, now, for the small miracle they hold in their hands every day? How many have taken their last gasping breath in the vacuum of space with no way for anyone to even hear it?

The list is written on their souls, but Hera smiles at them and takes her first step and oh, but how could they not ask that?

MY POOR BABIES. But yes, there was so much blood spilled for their happiness. Not that they didn't deserve it.

Battlestar Galactica 2003, any, what if the gods were a little more present and effective

any, any, I stuffed them full of death caps / and killed my lover dead

There were some benefits to being a woman, Touka discovers, allowing herself to go through the motions of the wedding pleasantly without showing her disgust and revulsion; marriage is not something she wants, but she can put up with it to achieve her goals.

Later - much later, to give the Uchiha clan time to trust her, at least a little - after she has established herself as Madara's wife and a decent, if reluctant, cook, she uses her languishing ninja skills to sneak out to the forest and bring back an armful of mushrooms; they're Hashirama's favorite, after all, so they're plentiful in the forest and she is well used to preparing them.

If some of the mushrooms that make it into Madara's stew are deathcaps, and Touka happens to never taste it... well, no one can prove anything.

Yeah I completely failed at 3 sentences for this and wrote 2k instead. Here it is on ao3 because it’s too long for a comment.

Persona 2, Tatsuya Sudou & or / Jun Kurosu, destiny

Any, any, opals

Varice Kingsford isn't called 'the Lady' in whispers for nothing. Her place may be at His Majesty's left hand rather than his right - propriety must be observed - but she is feared nearly as much as Ozorne and Arram themselves.

After all, all the court and all the people know that if Lady Kingsford is countermanded at any turn in her path, the Emperor will gladly deal with the fools himself.

She is arrayed in jewel colours, nothing like the red robes she earned with her mastery. That same mastery by which she is never referred, the whole court having taken their cue from the imperial prince even before his ascension to the throne of Carthak.

There are jewels in her hair and her wrists and and on her neck, sets of distinct bangles and chains and heavy coronets to hold a Tusaini noblewoman's veil. They hold a queen's collection of rubies and diamonds and emeralds and more, some pieces of which were even gifts from Her Highness the Emperor's mother.

Opals, too, even the most prized black opals, meant for holding a mage's Gift, to store for later use or to link for another to draw on. But among her other blinding jewels, they do nearly blend in, hardly noticeable when hidden by tumbling hair or long sleeves.

Though her fashions are ever something to watch, it's her hands, sometimes gloved and sometimes be-ring'd, as she sweeps into the palace halls with dishes for His Majesty. They're said to be a poisoner's, after all.

Oh, this is wonderful.

"Whoa!" Harry protested, pulling his hands back from the box John had passed across the table. "I can't take these! Stars and stones, John, they must have been expensive. Are they-"

"Black fire opal, yes," John said patiently; it had been difficult tracking down a set of seven that were all real, untreated, and of similar colour-play and shape, but it had also been rather enjoyable, in a way, "you agreed I could give you a present for your birthday, with quite a few stipulations I might add," he raised his eyebrows and smothered his amusement as Harry closed his mouth, but sulked, silently and pointedly, "are they not a good focus stone for you?"

"I- Yes, hell's bells," Harry stroked the air over the linked opals, and John hid a smile; he was going to take them, he just needed to be talked around - delicately, "they're gorgeous, John, and opals are an incredible focus, and yes, great for me because of my birthday, and I can feel the way they're in tune even without trying to use them yet, but. . ."

~

"Do you think he has any idea how expensive those were?" Nathan asked dryly, and John laughed, rubbing his brow.

"No," John admitted, glancing back at Harry's building as Nathan pulled the car away from the curb, "or he would have been even louder about not accepting them."

"Congratulations," Nathan said evenly, "on succeeding in getting your paramour to accept an expensive gift;" he paused as John laughed again, "your problems never have been like those of most men in your position, have they, Johnny?"

Persona 2, any, Lift up the receiver, I'll make you a believer

Persona 4, any, this season's big sale at Junes!

any, any, Pokemon au

any, your favorite rarepair, anathema

Too late Peter realizes that mentioning their shared past was a mistake, that more than ten years of separation had changed his beloved Prince in ways he couldn't even hope to predict; Friedrich's eyes - once bright and curious, desperate and defiant in turns - are guarded now, and sharp. Yes, Friedrich had remembered him and called him home from his exile, but even so, Peter is part of a past Friedrich doesn't much care to acknowledge these days.

After a while, Peter even understands the impulse, the vulnerability involved for a newly crowned King, but as he sits at home, unable to be helpful because Friedrich won't let him, he can't help thinking that the ban cast over them by the old King still lives on, even if the man who had spoken it had finally died.

Nie Mingjue was nothing if not direct. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you and all your Wen relatives now."

The small, pretty and very very fierce woman stared back at him, undaunted by the sabre at her throat. "Because, Sect Leader, as a doctor I can save your life, your sanity, and your disciples."

"Hah!" No one could, Nie Mingjue had known that for years.

"And your brother. For my brother and family, I can do this," Wen Qing snapped. "Or do you want Nie Huaisang to fall to your family curse too?"

Nie Mingjue froze, and glared at her. "Huaisang -"

"It will take longer, but the resentful energy will take him too."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes. My uncle knew it, I know it, and you know it."

He still hated Wens and he had killed or seen killed all those he had come across until now. But anathema, even a Nie's, would not win over love. He slowly, reluctantly, sheathed Baxia and glowered in defeat.

"Very well. I'll let you all live. For now."

For Huaisang.

any, your favorite rarepair, catharsis

Renly lies cold in the ground and his blood stains Loras’ hands as much as those of the sworn brothers whose lives he took; Loras, too, failed Renly, left him alone with his murderer, left him to die. Loras carries the weight of that with him to Bitterbridge, carries his rage and guilt and sorrow, carries them to his sister, to Renly’s widow, who holds him and cries and pretends her pain is for Renly but Loras knows the truth behind her tears.

It is only with Margaery breathing beside him, the scent of her hair and her skin filling the air, the warmth of her body against his, that Loras begins to feel as though the world might still go on.

"I- I never thought anyone would want me!" Kin sobs in his arms, and Keisuke feels a little helpless, but- What else can he do?

"I. . . I will always want you," Keisuke said quietly, holding Kin a little tighter, and relaxes just a bit as Kin's tears are joined by giggles, his wet face tucked against Keisuke's throat, "my pretty, sweet Kin-chan." He runs his fingers through Kin's long hair, falling in silken waves around them. "How could I not?"

"We were foolish," Friedrich says one evening, staring into the warm fire at the local guesthouse they've settled in, still playing the parts of travelling noblemen. Peter just looks at him covertly for a moment, contemplating the memory of years of quiet hurt, unwittingly conjured up by Friedrich's words; times when his feelings of loyalty and affection had felt like a burden instead of a choice. Friedrich isn't wrong: they were, undoubtedly, foolish back then, and Katte, just as foolish, payed for it with his head - but it weren't their hands who signed the death warrant and Peter is done pretending otherwise.

In retrospect, Peter knows that out of the three of them, he himself had gotten the best outcome, despite the terrifying uncertainty and guilt of the first months and the ten years of exile and loneliness that followed. He'd at least found his own kind of freedom in the end, learning and travelling, until his new King had called him home. Maybe that's why he can look back at the past much more easily than Friedrich, be more forgiving of his young self, so in love and ready to do anything his Prince needed: unlike Friedrich, he didn't have to stay in invisible chains for ten years, didn't have to watch Katte die and bend to a father determined to break him.

"We were young and desperate," he says, straightforward as he still can't help but be sometimes, "but we are free now, Sire." It's a gamble he didn't think himself capable of anymore, a foolish one maybe, but when Friedrich's head snaps up and he looks surprised instead of angry, Peter holds his gaze and ignores the trembling of his own hands and the quick beat of his heart. "We are, aren't we," Friedrich says, still sounding surprised, and then he laughs, quietly at first and then louder, reaching out to squeeze Peter's hand, eyes bright.

(second of a series, follows on from this one

Nie Mingjue was nothing if not steadfast. Especially if it meant that he could also aggravate the smarmy, sanctimonious, self-serving leader of the Jin sect.

"Are you serious? You are protecting... Wens?" Jin Guangshan tried for patronising disbelief but only managed some sort of unpleasant, constipated emotion that Nie Mingjue couldn't be bothered deciphering. Wen Qing who was standing by his side in Nie green and grey - which suited her, he thought - could do the deciphering for them all.

He was feeling too good, too relaxed, too calm. All the ugly, almost mindless fury and easy bloodlust that he had lived with for years, if not quite gone, was weakened and definitely fading from his mind, his nerves and his blood. The treatment she had persuaded (no, not bullied, despite a delighted Huaisang's fondness for the term) him into was working.

That didn't mean, however, that he wasn't a Nie, with a Nie's stubborn pride. Sure, his brother called it contrariness and, in their not infrequent shouting matches, so did Wen Qing, but even this it was different now. It felt... clean. Light. Free of blind rage and blinder hatred.

It felt good.

Not Mingjue still didn't wholly trust her and her people, but he probably - probably - didn't hate them any more. He could put up with them. He couldn't put up with creatures like this man, though; he just didn't want to kill them on sight. At least, not much.

He put a light hand on Wen Qing's shoulder, as they had agreed he would and could if needed, and stared the Jin into retreat.

"I am,"he rumbled, not bothering to add that they were protecting him and his brother, and his own Sect. That was no one's business but their own. "And I will continue to no matter what. Deal with it."

Next to him, Wen Qing smiled.

any, your favorite rarepair, road trip

The invitation to accompany Friedrich on his incognito trip to the Netherlands comes as a surprise: after years of being ignored, Peter hadn't dared to hope for anything anymore, had tried - and mostly succeeded - to be content with the life he had and not feel stung by Friedrich's rejection.

When he realizes where they are going, eerily close to the harried route he took a lifetime ago, he isn't sure if he cares for the re-enactment - nor if Friedrich, who is distant and cordial and brusque in seemingly unpredictable patterns, understands that this is what they are doing to begin with: retreading Peter's past, which should have been Friedrich's too and never got to be.

Travelling incognito on the other hand, without pursuers on their tail this time, is also an unexpected chance: the intimacy of their small party and the lack of etiquette required let him witness Friedrich closer than he has since they were young men, exchanging books and warmth during stolen moments, and he begins to see the beleaguered roads and fortified borders that led from the Friedrich of old to the King of now, suspicious and complicated and thorny, but still craving for things to feed both his mind and his heart.

For all he claimed to be a god with no affinity for nor interest in things of the human world, Sephiroth sat astride the motorcycle like he'd been born to it. Dyne cast an appreciative eye over the long line of leather-clad legs astride the machine Dyne had hotwired, and the phrase ride it like you stole it floated through his mind.

"...hn."

Dyne's gaze lifted to Sephiroth's face; the other man had an eyebrow lifted in amusement, for all the world like he could read Dyne's mind. Hell, maybe he could. Dyne gave him a crooked grin in response, utterly without shame, and offered, "Race you to Cosmo Canyon?"

"You are a fool to challenge me," Sephiroth retorted, and instantly roared off, no helmet or anything. Dyne, being still human, had to jam his helmet on his head before following, swearing at the damn cheater at the top of his voice though the wind snatched the words away.

Yes, he was racing to his death, but he couldn't die yet. Still had shit to settle, just like Sephiroth - and if he played his cards right, maybe he'd get a taste of what was between those elegant legs while the world burned.

Holy shit I am HERE for this, not just because Dyne surviving but also somewhat more sane/less dead Sephiroth? Hello???

honestly I was not picturing more sane/less dead Seph at all, this is Peak Fucked Up

I mean I am also here for Fucked Up, but he's actually bothering with physically transporting himself from one place to another! Rather than just possessing another clone/Jenovalump! Is it maybe because of Dyyyyyne? :D

might be because of Dyyyyyyne~

“Everything packed?” Mirage rested a hand on his partner’s roof, going through his inventory checklist one last time and trusting that First Aid was doing the same.

“Everything on the list and that extra tent Wheeljack insisted on.” There was a fondness in the younger mech’s voice at the way his creator fussed.

“Excellent.” Mirage stepped back and transformed, revving his engine softly with eagerness to get away from the Ark and the rest of the Protectobots and have some private time with his lover. “Let us be off, then. If we hurry, we can be in Seattle before the storm breaks.”

“And if not, we’ll camp out and enjoy the rain together.” First Aid gave his engine a matching rev, and then pulled away from the base. Mirage laughed with delight as he peeled out in a cloud of dust in order to follow.

Edited (borked that html right up) 2023-02-10 03:51 (UTC)

(third and probably last of a series, follows on from this and this)

Nie Mingjue was nothing if not patient, at least these days, but his patience had limits.

"Are you coming?" he bellowed.

Bellowing at the various people in his Sect was normal after all, and had been for years. The fact that he now had - custody? protective guardianship? - for this group of the same Wens he had hated for years didn't change that much.

He didn't bellow at Granny Wen, naturally. Or Uncles Six and Four (he liked Uncle Four's fruit wine too much to upset the man). Or tiny, adorable a-Yuan whose unabashed begging for hugs Nie Mingjue had resisted for a whole twelve minutes when they first met. Or Wen Ning whose gentle nature endeared him to even the stubbornest Nie.

Bellowing at Wen Qing was fine. She simply shouted back. He might not admit it to anyone but himself, but he liked that.

She now turned from scolding his - her - their brothers and glared at him. "As soon as these two are ready... yes, we are coming."

He huffed. Normally, a trip to another Sect would take no more time than the flight on their swords. The Nie disciples could fly with no trouble of course, he could with even less than none, and Wen Qing had proven more than once that she could keep up with him in this as in most things. They were cultivators, after all.

But they also both had brothers. Wen Ning was too sickly and frail and couldn't fly; his Huisang was... well, Huaisang, and simply wouldn't fly if he could shamelessly wriggle out of it. So Mingjue agreed to go by horse and carriage, and tried not to think about how much having these people, especially this small and fiery woman, in his life had changed him.

And how life might have been without them.

Edited 2023-03-12 22:52 (UTC)

Persona 4, Naoto Shirogane, unsolved

Persona 2, any, just going all in on those Lovecraftian elements

Homestuck, any, that is the worst code I've ever laid eyes on

"3 SWEEP DELAY, WITH A 50% FAILURE RATE, LOCKS YOUR AUDIO SETTINGS TO BE TURNED ON THE WHOLE TIME, AND SCREAMS AT YOU THE WHOLE TIME," says Karkat, spinning the screen around with a smug grin.
"wow, really u2ed your brain for iit, huh," says Sollux, and scoffs before continuing with, "miine generate2 an entiire arg where every 2tep give2 you one biit of the correct re2pon2e, and iif you miiss one, you have to 2tart over."
"oh!" says John, clapping his hands together, and showing what appears to be an absolute hash of characters on the screen, "well mine works perfectly, but only in a version of the universe that you can only reach through metanarrative bullshit; it won't even run here."

This is magnificent, it captures all three of these characters perfectly, and I love the infusion of metanarrative bullshit at the end. And wow, that is some impressively, creatively terrible code.

Terrible work boys, great job! Your picks for each of their programs are deliciously in character, and the title also gave me a giggle. (I Thought I Had Replied To This But Apparently I Didn't Oops)

Homestuck, any, ghosts

1. The Disciple knows the dead don’t always leave; whether or not she’s haunted, she’ll never be able to tell, but sometimes, between the histories, she’ll leave a different message: an invented story of star-crossed pity or forbidden hate, just like the ones he used to love.

2. The Psiioniic knows that as long as he’s got memory uncorrupted, there’s a name that won’t be lost; it’s not a comfort, but it’s a purpose, through all the long dead centuries, which makes it one thing that he has and the Condesce never will.

3. The Dolorosa drowns and dreams, and wakes uncounted sweeps later in a sunlit world bounded by a delicate bubble of memory; it’s peaceful enough that she wants to stay – but she’s lost her son, somewhere out there in the darkness between universes, and she means to find him.

Hauntingly beautiful. The Signless's family never fails to get me right in the heart and leave me aching for the world they could have had.

Thank you so much! They really are one of the most tragic parts of canon, aren't they?

Homestuck, Davesprite, pornography for birds

"The fuck is going on here," says Davesprite, floating down next to his unspritely alternate self, who has his head in his hands and a load of magazines in front of him.
"Shit, man," says Dave, picking up a magazine entitled 'Great Tits and Thick Cocks,' which does indeed feature a pair of, admittedly anthropomorphized gray birds next to a large, admittedly quite sexualized rooster, "I was fuckin with the alchemiter to see if I could do some stupid bullshit like this cause I thought it'd be funny, but this is actually pretty fuckin hot."
"Hell yeah bird sex is hot," agrees Davesprite, floating to more of a sitting position, "but if you're looking for the good stuff, you're gonna have to make it yourself, like I did."

AMAZING. This is exactly the sort of nonsense Dave would get up to with the alchemiter, and exactly the result he should have expected.

*CLAPS LOUDLY LIKE A SEAL*
"Ironic" Alchemiter shenanigans! Daves! Great Tits and Thick Cocks! Thank you, this is the exact sort of silliness I had in mind.

ASOIAF/GOT, Any Stark (counting Jon Snow), Perseverance

Persona, Persona 5 Protag & Jun Kurosu & Tatsuya Sudou (& Nyarlathotep?)
Joker, JOKER, and Joker walk into a bar...

ASOIAF/GOT, any Baratheon (counting Cersei's bastards & Robert's bastards), Pride

any, any, the magic of fibercraft

He'd mostly been humoring Master Splinter when he agreed to try knitting, but his first project, in all its lumpy misshapen glory, lit something of a fire in him - it didn't hurt that he'd used his new boxing gloves to beat Mikey's ass. And hey, kept his hands warm.

So he started looking for new patterns, got his hands on some cheap yarn, and kept knitting. The results weren't exactly 'open an online shop' quality, but he wasn't gonna keep them in the lair, so once a month or so he swung by and stuffed his latest creation in the 'help the homeless' donation box at the local library. He kind of half expected them to just disappear down the memory hole of society, but once, checking in on Angel, he saw a van trundle up outside her apartment block and a couple with a kid emerge and start unloading a couple of suitcases. The man was wearing a knit hat with a distinct pattern, hexagonal shapes like a turtle shell; the little kid was clutching a little knitted turtle plushie.

...guess he had a lifelong hobby, he realized, seeing that.

Of course, if his brothers ever found out he was gonna have to murder them.

inspired by this short from the 2k3 cartoon

knitting turtles!!! an excellent fandom to fill this prompt for! and I love Raphael goin "oop I have a lifelong hobby now" <3

he's a sweetheart really <3

"What are you doing?" Lydia demanded point-blank, eyes on Stiles' face rather than the web of threads - of bonds - wound between his fingers.

He grinned, gesturing for her to sit without disturbing the weaving he was working, all of it sparking faintly in the back of his mind with magic and emotion, and she huffed, but did so, crossing her legs and raising her eyebrows, awaiting an explanation.

Stiles pinched the gold-brown thread that meant 'Scott' in his mind and tugged it a little aside as he thought of where to begin, lacing Scott snugly between his own red and Melissa's soft blue and Allison's deep forest (hunter, Stiles thought with a twist that was half amusement and half unease) green, then shifting his attention and his fingers to smooth Derek's electric blue - problematically kinked and stubborn - and draw it tight with his own thread.

oh, I like this!! I like that Stiles is weaving actual magic on his fingers! absolutely fantastic.

Thank you! My first thought with your prompt was actually cord magic, though that's not exactly what I did, at least not the way I thought; I also had further idea but . . . Three Sentence Fic >.> Stiles, stop being so wordy. XD

ASOIAF/GOT, any Arryn, Spirit

Some fools say that the Eyrie is one of the harshest and most barren seats in all the Seven Kingdoms, but they do not know it as Jeyne does.

From atop the Giant's Lance she can take the falcon's view of her lands, tracing her life's path in the ridges and dips below - the high crag where the Stone Crows killed her father and brothers, just north of the river against whose banks she'd trapped her almost-usurper cousin and ended his ambitions, which tumbled into the lush green valley full of swaying wheat, where Jeyne could just barely see the small lake where she'd first promised Jessamyn her love.

The howling mountain winds wax and wane like the Vale itself is breathing, and when Jeyne breathes with them she can fancy that she and the very spirit of the Vale have become one.

Oooh, this is fantastic.

This is beautiful!

ASOIAF/GOT, any Lannister (counting Jaime's bastards), Ambition

ASOIAF/GOT, Any Greyjoy, Loyalty

ASOIAF/GOT, any Targaryen (counting Jon Snow), Feral

ASOIAF/GOT, any Tyrell, Cunning

The smallfolk cheer when she comes, they shout blessings and kneel before her and kiss her feet, and all Margaery has to do is throw them bread and apples and meet their eyes.

Cersei can barely contain her hatred as Tommen follows after her like a puppy, his eyes big, a blush in his cheeks when she smiles at him, and Margaery merely gives Cersei the same smile and her very sweetest words as Cersei fumes.

You must be better than them, Grandmother had told her, with her first husband a dead traitor and her father set on crowning her again, and so Margaery plays the game with smiles and sweetness and generosity, with gentle touches and low necklines; she makes them love her, and the ones who won’t, well, they will find it difficult to reach her through the army she has won for herself.

Exactly what I love about Margaery and this family :)

I love the Tyrells!! Thank you!

This is a fantastic character study.

Thank you so much!

Fantastic!

Favourite Line: "Margaery merely gives Cersei the same smile and her very sweetest words as Cersei fumes." What can you do about a sweet girl who doesn't even seem to hate you back?

I've always loved how Margaery acts towards Cersei! Thank you!

Good for her! I always preferred Margaery's way of playing the game...why not help people if you can while you're pulling yourself to the top of the heap?

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2023 Three Sentence Ficathon - Post #1

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Naruto Founders, Madara/Touka

New Life Begins | 卿卿日常

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Tortall, Varice

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Gift (Dresden Files; Harry Dresden/John Marcone, Nathan Hendricks) x2

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Historical RPF (Friedrich II of Prussia/Peter Keith)

The Untamed, Nie Mingjue and Wen Qing

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ASOIAF, Loras/Margaery (with Renly/Loras)

Wanted (Kingyou-hime; Keisuke/Kingyou-kun)

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The Untamed, Nie Mingjue and Wen Qing

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Transformers, Mirage/First Aid, g1-ish, rated g

The Untamed, Nie Mingjue and Wen Qing

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Karkat & Sollux & John - 'Let's see Paul Allen's terrible program.'

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Dave & Davesprite - I know I wrote this, but I have questions

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TMNT 2k3, Raphael

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Pack Bonds (Teen Wolf; Lydia, Stiles (Sterek))

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