rthstewart | Three Sentence Ficathon

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Three Sentence Ficathon

UPDATE! EDIT!
We're running into the Dreamwidth comment limits so all new prompts should be posted here Keep responding to and filling already posted prompts here, but all new ones should go to the new thread!

Someone did this banner for me a couple of years ago. It's great, isn't it? ~~If it was you, please step up and take a bow!~~
It was

st_aurafina! Thank you again!

caramelsilver ran one last year on Livejournal and I did two over here a few years ago. We'll keep it open until January 31, 2019 which should give everyone time to play a little. This is a delightful part of the online fandom community.

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

What do I do first?
You post 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."

What else?
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

Can anyone play?
Yes! Please signal boost this to your flist, followers, and any other places you frequent. Come one, come all!
The more people who come and play, the better!

Can I spread the word?
Yes, please. I'd love to create a nifty banner with an embed code but I fail at it. So if you create one, I'll post it and everyone can use it.

How long will it go?
Tentatively, we'll close it on January 31, 2019.

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 warnings, triggers, pairings, ratings, tags, and squick?
I thought about this. It wasn't an issue the last 2 times I ran this but times change. In my experience, this typically gets too big, moves too fast, and the stories are too short for content warnings and ratings. You should assume spoilers are fair game and that the initial poster and responder have opted to use no content warnings or tags. I've found personally that I can skim by stuff that, from the prompt, I can tell isn't my favorite flavor of delicious cake. Use your best judgment and be prepared to skip over things that aren't your thing.

And here, have some icons!

I'll start things off...

Edit to add on 12/18/2018 Please check out this update here. And this friending meme if you're so inclined here.

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I LOVE THIS! Who would have thought to cross P&P with SPACE?! *flail* So good!

Thanks! :)

Scully is not paid enough for this shit. XD

"Brother! Brother! No!" Thor howled, falling to his knees, helpless to do anything to arrest his brother's-

Thor woke, no longer on his knees at the site of his brother's disappearance - death, they tell him, though it is difficult to believe, and more, he does not want to - but slouched in a chair in his own room. He sat up with a shudder, eyes dry - heart aching too much to weep.

Right? Growing up in the 80's/90's was great...but now that I've tasted smartphones and PS4s there's no going back. XD

Awww! They're still playing! I love it! :D

Poor Remus...it's hard being the only sane one.

This makes so much sense! And also, I could totally see Molly stepping in and putting an end to the argument. XD

I just shivered. It was that good.

I like it! :D

This is so ominous...I feel goosebumps coming on!

Integra smiles inwardly, watching the other Knights stiffen, pale - sweat beads on Sir Penwood's brow - and in some cases even lose themselves enough to fidget. Integra doesn't look - doesn't need to - merely holds out her hand for the folder holding the evidence she hadn't wanted to shove into the faces of the rest of the Twelve, but now must.

Alucard places it neatly in her hand with a quiet chuckle Integra suspects goes unheard save by her, then backs away, returning to the suddenly-alive shadows and disappearing once more.

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Oh, this is delightful!

Oh I love this so much. I love the comparison between her time in the Seahold and now with her fair and how wondrous, creative, and informal it is. It's a wonderful fill.

(Author's Note: This is so not three sentences, but you hit upon the PERFECT quote to explain the Ballad of Kevin and Sami. Oops?)

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I. Blood and Rhetoric (December 18, 2010)

This is the end: Kevin and Generico, full circle from last year - low blow for low blow, steel for steel, and Generico wears black to mourn the friendship that once was. He and Kevin, unrelieved black against the bright streamers and ring apron, against the former heartbeat of their shared red. There is no love here, not when Kevin has ripped it from Generico's heart, spat upon it, and ground it into dust.

But vengeance is not the story they will tell; it's bloodthirst. Generico draws first blood with the chain, punching truth and revenge into Kevin, and it backfires. Kevin has always been the more bloodthirsty of the two, and he wipes scarlet off his own face, writes words in his blood and licks it from his arm. This is a reminder and a message - to the audience, to Generico - I am vicious, I am dangerous, I am the monster you have not been able to cage.

The crimson spills from Kevin to Generico, spattered across Generico's back from the attempts at putting him down and keeping him down, but that is not the story they are telling. The mask peels back, the man beneath revealed, and this is the story - I need to destroy you, bathe in your blood, and steal a kiss of farewell that I do not deserve. Kevin deserves what he gets, though; Generico revived, punishing him in ways both deliberate and accidental. Deserves the steel he gets to the temple and no forgiveness from his foe.

Forgiveness is not in this story yet. Not for two more years of blood, sweat, and steel.

II. Blood and Love (December 11, 2014)

This is the beginning: Sami reaching the apex of their business, draping himself in gold won from a former friend, and Kevin making his typical wrecking-ball introduction. There is no story yet, all the audience sees is what is in front of their eyes. They see a scared, proud prizefighter howling in triumph and sobbing in happiness. They see their beloved underdog beat the odds, beat the champ, lifted aloft by his peers in celebration. They see best friends, brothers, beloveds embracing.

The blood is barely there, a cut from Kevin's nose that smears across Sami's shoulder and mixes with his tears. The blood and pain of a fight without honor is long in the past, and the audience does not know to doubt.

Kevin will teach them how to understand him, what to be on the lookout for. Watch for when emotion is too much, when his mask is peeled back and his heart is revealed. Do not trust him, do not allow him the opportunity, because he will strike. A powerbomb on the ring apron, a head through a television screen, a series of punches to a once-concussed man... history repeats, with Kevin, and Sami should have known.

He should have remembered what happens when Kevin feels too much love and fear in combination. Kevin loved Generico, but he feared what that love meant. Kevin loved Sami, but he could not bear being left behind. He leaves Sami, this time, ignites the fuse and screams it to the heavens: try and ignore me now, try and eclipse me, I will shine brighter and more terrible than you ever could.

III. Love and Rhetoric (October 8, 2017)

No beginning and no end. No blood to paint into canvas. This is the turn of a page, the end of a chapter, and this is why it is so shocking.

The audience, you see, knows something is wrong. There is no blood, and for a Hell in a Cell match, there must be blood. There must be awe and disgust and terror. But there is no blood, even from Kevin. Oh, plenty of awe from the cage spots, plenty of fans on the edges of their seats. Plenty of disgust from three young boys who must watch their father be beaten by another man who loves his children. Terror of the impending cage fall, because Shane is predictable.

This story is about betrayal and loyalty. It is about heroism and sacrifice. It is about family and bonds. It's just not about Kevin and Shane . . . it's about Kevin and Sami, because a guardian angel could never allow his charge to be dragged to hell. Sami watched Shane ascend the cage, and he knew he had to act - pull Kevin to safety, keep him whole, rather than let Kevin get what his viciousness deserved. It is shocking to this audience, who only knows them as the bitterest of enemies.

(You have to see the bigger picture. You have to remember that once, the underdog wore a mask and cape. You have to see the scared, feral child inside the monster. You have to remember the bond of a tag team who went through hell together. You have to count backwards in two separate careers and realize that they are one and the same. Mirrored images, dark and light. Blood shed together, to get them to this place they inhabit now.)

There is no blood to be seen, so they seem bloodless. Easier to empathize with the man left to fall. Easier to paint them as the villains instead of the lovers. There is no resolution to this story, because there is no blood, no direction, no heart.

But the heart still beats, still lives, still tells us what it has always told us.

This story is never over.

Edited 2018-12-29 03:31 (UTC)

". . .what are you doing, precisely?" Tobirama asked warily, eyeing the Uchiha Clan Head - feared terror of Fire Country - who was . . . crawling around on the floor of his office?

Madara startled, then bounded gracefully to his feet, and Tobirama cocked his head curiously as he took in the . . . empty boxes scattered around Madara's office. "What? What are you doing in here?"

Tobirama opened his mouth to ask if there had been some sort of prank - who, other than either of their brothers, would prank Uchiha Madara? - then closed it sharply as an inky black feline leapt down from the shelf behind him into one of the boxes. His brows rose as he looked back to Madara, who cleared his throat pointedly, but looked rather less than intimidating as another cat jumped up into his arms and he cradled the animal affectionately.

Edited (corrected typo) 2018-12-29 05:21 (UTC)

"Ah, Izu?" Madara began tentatively, moving into the main room. "Are you-"

"No, no!" Izuna waved a hand, the other one still clamped over his eyes. "Let's never speak of it again! Also I am never coming into your study when the door is closed ever again." he added with a full-body shudder, mouth twisting.

Madara cleared his throat, torn between blushing and laughing at his brother - he'd been trying to teach Izuna boundaries since he was tiny, and apparently all he'd needed to do was . . . be caught fucking his little brother's friend cum rival across his desk.

"Anansi!" Aslan bellowed from where the gods from above observed their good creations below. "Why have you armed the Kangaroos?"

Anansi waved a hairy leg in denial, "Nay, brother, it was our sister, the Rainbow Serpent, who thought that as you gave them speech, and I gave them legs, little sister wished to gift them arms."

"And the Aye-aye and Pink fair armadillo worked out so well the last time we did this," Aslan muttered.

Glad you liked it, dear. <3

Thank you!

These days magic mostly consists of hand motions and words to trick the universe itself into being what you say it is, elegant but not quite real – failing that, a touch of propaganda always does the trick.

And then the older magic – blood will have blood – all the savage ritual reserved for traitors and Gods who should have died long ago; messy yes, but necessary to keep the seasons changing, or to keep them from changing.

But do not quote the old magic, because something far more ancient formed the bones of this land – the Lion breathed love, and that was Narnia.

Arthur laughed, couldn't help it, and his smile only widened as he saw a shadow of Eames' real smile in the corner of the plush red mouth of his forge. "You have always been that, I think." he said dryly, shaking his head and leaning around the corner for a careful look.

Eames curtsied again, bowing his blonde head in mock-shy acknowledgment, but this time when he straightened he slipped back into his own skin.

Eeee, this is wonderful, and I can’t choose which dialogue I like more — Eustace’s thought process or Puddleglum’s obligatory offended yet reluctantly gratified response (the Marshwiggle who looks for the positive! I love him so much)

This is just beautiful, and as always your language is vivid and gorgeous — thank you!

OMG an actual kangaroo mob – I love you for this. I wish my drawing skills were up to depicting a kangaroo in a mafia-style suit.

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