rthstewart | 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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any, any, "Those who hunt monsters should take care, lest they thereby become monsters themselves"

The House of Lancaster is made of monsters, Richard knows that well; his father's death and Edmund's poor severed head is all the reminder he needs of their intemperate viciousness. But to think that that they had dared overthrow his brother Edward--to think Anne had been bartered to them like she was nothing--
Man after man bleeds out at Tewkesbury, and it is not enough to satisfy Richard.

OH RICHARD. Of course he couldn't live through all that and not hate the Lancasters with a vicious passion, but it's so sad to see.

*nods* As much as I love Richard, he was not a terribly nice man by modern standards, unfortunately....

Oh, ouch. :(

As Dean spends time with Jack, takes him out to teach him to drive, he tries not to think of that time when Jack first came into their lives and Dean had thought they were better off ending him.

Who was Dean, after all, to play God and make that decision, especially now that Jack had become a part of his life and Dean could see that he was nothing like Lucifer?

He thinks back to himself as a demon, and as Michael's vessel, and Soulless Sam, Castiel as God, and wonders which of them was truly the monster.

Sometimes the axes humans bring to the forest are not for trees. Sometimes they are double-edged and rubbed with poison, prepared to take down the monster who slew their wielder's companions, or more likely to fill their wielder's purse.

Ash removes the weapons and any other dangerous items with a wrinkled nose, letting the bodies stay in his traps as a warning: go away, before I become what you think I am.

Oh, I really love this. 🖤

It tears him apart with every strike of his lightsaber, but he does it, because he's a Jedi and it's his duty and Obi-Wan never shrank from doing what was asked of him. In the following days, he just has to think of the burning Jedi temple and the slaughered youngling and he knows it was necessary.

At night, he has nightmares.

He sees his friends hacked in pieces, he sees the horrors of war, but worst of all, he sees the flames, the mutilated body of his best friend, the pleading eyes that were golden on Mustafar but sometimes turn blue in his dreams. He hears the screams - sometimes they're cries for help, sometimes there's pure hatred, but they're always, always full of agony and pain - and he walks away.

He left his best friend to burn and walked away.

He meditates, releasing his emotions into the Force. He reminds himself that he killed a Sith, a man who betrayed them and murdered everything they both held dear.

Anakin was already dead.

"You think you're any better than me? Going after us like this? You're at least as much a. . ." the words trailed off as the dying man coughed blood up out of his punctured lungs.

Kei shoved aside the body - he had bled out too much to provide any sustenance - and shook his head as he pulled another man, unconscious but still alive, still bleeding, close.

I've been a monster for longer than you have been alive, Kei thought, sinking fangs into an already blood-spattered throat, there is nothing I can do to stop it now, it is far too late for me.

They've both gone off the rails before--he knows it, Bobby sure as hell knows it, John would be rolling in his grave if he could see what his sons had become.

A benevolent creature would put itself down, a hunter would end it before anyone else got killed. But they put each other first, before everything, and they are monsters for letting each other live.

Salyss holds her arms up to the light, showing off skin so pale it is nearly translucent, dark veins tracing rivers down her forearms. Carinault thinks he sees one of them move, subtly, undulating like a worm.

"I thought I was immune," she says with a rueful smile, something with little lamprey teeth chewing its way out of her cheek.

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

this is lovely and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH. But lovely.

He’s a self-made monster, he’ll be the first to admit it - crafted himself with exquisite attention to detail: each kill, each scar only a vulgar manifestation of what he’s assembled on the inside: cold anger, hot hatred, a garroted heart left in his chest to rot and stink, a reminder of his unwilling sacrifice.

A reminder of his willing ones too; you don't think he's gotten this far, assumed the mantle, by countenancing vapid calls for understanding and compassion; the smug pieties of turning the other cheek; the bourgeois sanctimony of letting go, forgiving and forgetting.

It was worth it, all of it, he thinks, as he stands in the tunnel - lights flashing, gloves off, no crown or mask or special flower powers for T’Challa to hide his unearned privilege behind, to use as shields to protect misbegotten gains – the largest hoard of buried treasure in the world, a pile on which he squats, encircles with a scaly, barbed tail. It was worth it, all of it, he thinks, because now he’s going to slay him, now he's going to make him pay.

Edited 2018-12-31 14:29 (UTC)

I'm so glad we got an Erik fill. This is so powerful. I especially love the contempt he has- perfect Erik voice - and the terrific final lines.

Oooohhhh, deep! I love the dragon imagery!

Wow. This paints such a vivid picture of Erik. Brutal and gorgeous - I love the rhythm of the words.

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