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rthstewart ([personal profile] rthstewart) wrote2018-12-29 07:48 pm
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Three Sentence Ficathon -- Part 2

EDIT AS OF 2 FEBRUARY 2019 -- THE 3 SENTENCE FICATHON IS OVER!  Go ahead and read and fill anything that catches your eye and comment on fills but I'm not checking it anymore and most people have moved on so any new prompts aren't likely to get much love.  

We are nearing the point that the first 3SF post, which went live on 12 December, is nearing 4,600 comments. At 5,000 comments, Dreamwidth starts demanding captcha to assure you aren't a spammer bot. It's a pain and unpleasant but totally understandable. So, I'm opening a new post, for new prompts, new fills, new comments!

What does this mean?
The original 3SF post is here, so be sure to check it out, fill anything that catches your eye, and comment on anything that delights you. But don't post any new prompts there. All new prompts go here.

How long will we do this?
I will officially close the 3SF on January 31.

Does that mean you'll close this and no one can post?
Nope. It just means that we will all move on in our lives until next year and my inbox will get a vacation to Hawaii.

Remind me again, what's the 3SF?
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's a prompt?  How do I do that? 
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 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. Banners and icons are below.

How long will it go?
We'll officially close on January 31, 2019 but I don't close the entry to comments.

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?
So far, as near as I can tell (and I skim most entries especially from newcomers I don't recognize) we've not had any issues. As in the past, this is 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. As a reader, use your best judgment and be prepared to skip over things that aren't your thing.

I have noticed that some people have posted content warnings in the first lines of their fill or in the subject line. But still, it's readers beware here. Not everyone does this and no one is under any obligation to do so.

Wow, there are so many cool people here. Can I introduce myself?
Yes, in the Friending meme.


Here, have some banners, embed codes and icons courtesy of
[personal profile] st_aurafina and [personal profile] metonomia


























And can you believe I figure out how to make boxes so you can copy and paste this to plug the exchange elsewhere? I DID!






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(Anonymous) 2019-01-14 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
any fandom, any, there my be a touch of witchcraft in my blood

Fill: Puella Magica Madoka, Sayaka

(Anonymous) 2019-01-14 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Sayaka looks down at her hands, made pale and thin by moonlight, and thinks, This empty thing, it isn’t me. There’s a darkness growing inside her, somewhere between the heart and the lungs: a shadow seed taking root, branches unfurling; she knows this, but between knowing something and changing it lies a gulf that she can’t cross.

Someone might have, in some other universe, perhaps – or at least she had believed that once – but the time for branching paths is past; now she does the only thing she can, and rises and walks on towards the end that’s chosen her.
runespoor: an extreme close-up of jason's maskless, emotionally open face. (oh jay | took me away from you)

Re: Fill: Puella Magica Madoka, Sayaka

[personal profile] runespoor 2019-01-15 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
It's such a sorrowful read, and the imagery is gorgeous. Lovely.

Re: Fill: Puella Magica Madoka, Sayaka

(Anonymous) 2019-01-15 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you! Her story was one of the saddest parts of PMMM to me, and that’s saying something.
last_haven: (madoka magica)

Re: Fill: Puella Magica Madoka, Sayaka

[personal profile] last_haven 2019-01-15 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, my heart. I love this, especially that second line.

Re: Fill: Puella Magica Madoka, Sayaka

(Anonymous) 2019-01-15 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you! I’m so glad you liked it.
runespoor: steph as robin, somersaulting joyfully, while cass uses a grapplehook to try and catch up (batgirl&robin | flying)

Fill: Magical Diary, Ellen/Donald

[personal profile] runespoor 2019-01-22 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
“I used to think I’d wished my magic into being,” Ellen confesses one evening.

She and Donald are looking at the stars in the backyard of his childhood home, a few weeks into their summer vacation, and Ellen already knows she won’t go back to her mother’s house. She hasn’t told anyone yet, but the feeling has swamped her guts all throughout the year, before finally coalescing during her stay with Donald’s family, and this just feels like a preliminary to that.

Donald’s eyes do that startled-widening-then-warm-with-understanding thing that always warms her to her core, because he too knows how it is not to feel like anyone around wants to get you, and nods – “that’s not how it works,” he notes, “but based on the knowledge you had…”

Her cheeks go burning up with fierce delight - oh, she does love him. She hasn’t told him or anyone yet, she’s not ready to say it yet, but that will come, too. Maybe soon.

“Exactly,” she says, and she almost – she does hesitate about the rest, but she’s got his hand in hers, making her bold. “And then I wondered – maybe I wasn’t all wildseed. Maybe my father was a wizard, and if my parents had stuck together it might have been different.”

She squeezes his hand in sympathy, like an apology that she’s not sure how to voice – I’m sorry your family are jerks with you isn’t her style.

“It’s okay,” Donald says anyway, like he heard (she knows he didn’t; he’s a prankster, but he’s pretty respectful of boundaries, that’s something she likes about him, he’d never use a spell for that). “Virginia’s not as much of a pain as she used to.”

Virginia’s not Ellen’s favorite person, either; they’re friends now, but she still irritates Ellen a lot sometimes… But she imagines her own sister, and makes a sound in the back of her throat. At least Virginia and Donald are both wizards; Ellen would never be allowed to talk about her life with her own sister anyway.

“And, for what it’s worth…” he hesitates, here; a second. “You’re here, too.”

Ellen makes a complicated face. “I think they think I’m a stabilizing influence on you.”

The old chestnut about steady girlfriends being ‘good’ for boys: she doesn’t like it, but… she remembers Donald at the start of the year, always in detention for pranking people; she liked chatting with him, but she wouldn’t have dated him then.

Donald snorts gleefully. “Then they don’t know either of us very well, do they? You could get in so much trouble.”

That’s true; researching magic – actually researching, not just making stuff up and pretending it’s a proven theory – could land her in something much worse than detention. Donald and her haven’t talked about it a lot, yet; most of it he guessed. He’s the smartest person she met, in the wizarding world; the only one who seems like he cares about testing stuff, about the scientific process, and the only one with the imagination to push things. Another conversation to be had.

Ellen takes a breath. Maybe tonight.

“About that… Donald. Do you want to help me? Figure out what makes magic tick?”

The smile that spreads on Donald’s face, and the spark in his eye, she’ll never forget.

“It’ll be like a pirate ship,” he breathes; and she’s never sure afterward who kissed the other first.
tiggerann: A sleeping boy in a coat (sleep)

Re: Fill: Magical Diary, Ellen/Donald

[personal profile] tiggerann 2019-01-23 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
This is so gentle.
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Storyteller (Labyrinth)

[personal profile] kalira 2019-01-30 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Auntie, how do you do that? her niblings would ask, the same way the children she read her books to - in libraries and schools and classes, bringing them very nearly to life in sparkling shimmers and images - would, and Sarah always smiled at them and leaned close as they gathered round. "There may be a little witch in my blood." she would tell them as they gasped and giggled and grinned, and she clapped her hands and grinned right back, winking.

Jareth shook his head, watching her, feeling the soft thread of his own magic channelled through her - gifted, stolen, won - and extended just a little more himself.