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rthstewart ([personal profile] rthstewart) wrote2020-02-01 12:08 pm

Three Sentence Ficathon

THIS POST IS NOW CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS. PLEASE POST NEW PROMPTS HERE.

You can go ahead and continue to respond to prompts and comment on them here but please don't post any new prompts .


Welcome to the Three Sentence Ficathon!

UPDATE 1 HERE- 2 Feb


UPDATE 2 HERE 6 Feb



What is the 3 Sentence Ficathon?
T
his 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 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. I generally fail at creating banners and embed codes but if you create one and make it really idiot-proof, I might manage it. Or we can just cross-post. If you create one, I'll try to post it and everyone can use it.

How long will it go?

Until February 29, 2020. But the entry stays open permanently.

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 wasn't an issue the last 3 times I ran this. 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.  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 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.


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[personal profile] oceanose 2020-02-02 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Any, any, dressing up
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Batman (Bruce Wayne & Dick Grayson): The Prettiest Princess

[personal profile] fleetsparrow 2020-02-03 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
“One day, I’m gonna make you be the girl,” Dick grumbled as Alfred cinched the laces of another too-frilly dress Dick was getting squeezed into.

“Maybe when you’re bigger than me, chum,” Bruce said, smiling in the mirror as he adjusted his costume.

Dick huffed as he sat down to do his makeup; next time, he’d put his 14-year-old foot down and Bruce could go in a ball gown.
Edited 2020-02-03 01:45 (UTC)
kalira: cartoon representation of Kalira (pale skin, long brown hair, fangy smile, with thumb and two fingers raised), wearing a black tank top and cardigan, on a galaxy in ace flag stripes/colours (Default)

Personal (Naruto; MadaTobi)

[personal profile] kalira 2020-02-04 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Tobi, darling, have you-" Madara nearly choked on his tongue as he stepped through the doorway to find Tobirama neatly tucking the final fold of a formal obi into place behind the long fall of his - her - hair pulled into a neat tail. "Are you going on a mission?" he asked, slightly strangled, as Tobirama turned towards him with a graceful sway of hips broader and shapelier than he was used to from his lover.

"Perhaps." Tobirama said lightly, blood-red lips curved into a knowing smile. "Or perhaps it's a personal mission, pet, one I've set for myself. . ."
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Secrets and Ties - Tiger & Bunny - Barnaby/Kotetsu

[personal profile] mad_madam_m 2020-02-04 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Kotetsu flipped Barnaby's collar up and slid the tie around it. "You know, Bunny, you should learn how to do this yourself. Everybody should know how to tie a tie."

Barnaby focused all his attention on Kotetsu's hair, so he wouldn't think about the warmth of his hands so close to his face. "Why bother? I don't wear them that often. Besides, you'd scold me for tying it wrong and do it yourself anyway."

"I would not," Kotetsu said, in a tone of voice that told Barnaby yes, he absolutely would.

"And you do a better job with it than I would," Barnaby added.

Kotetsu's cheeks reddened and he busied himself with Barnaby's tie, and Barnaby did not have to admit the truth: that he already knew how to tie a tie, but he deeply treasured the intimacy of moments like this between them, and he wouldn't trade it for the world.
nyctanthes: (Joanie Stubbs)

FILL: Trixie/Sol, Deadwood (post-movie)

[personal profile] nyctanthes 2020-02-04 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
Ahead you'll find some salty, frontier, Deadwood typical language.

--

“Are you ready, my dearest lady Madame Mayor?” Sol asks with a twinkle; he offers his arm: “Deadwood’s finest await us, and aren’t you pretty as a picture, lovely as a desert sunrise after rain in your silk and your bows, your ruffles and your flowers, straight from San Francisco.”

More like Deadwood’s finest fucking bootlicking, murdering, lying, thieving, whoring, rustling, both sides of their mouth fast and dirty talking cocksuckers who deserve nothing less than being gutted neck to arsehole with the rustiest, dirtiest, dullest pair of Jewel’s sewing scissors; she thinks it but doesn’t say it, because that’s what the Jew wants her to say, that’s what he, looking up at her - laughing at her from whatever dance hall in hell he’s taken over wants her to say; she’ll be damned if she’ll yet again snap to the bait. She’s an old bitch, but capable of learning a new trick or two, of keeping these men looking over their shoulders in the bleached light of day.

She smiles, bright and almost true - only an ember of murder glowing in her eyes - and places her gloved hand on top of his: “My love, let’s show them who runs this town.”


Edited 2020-02-04 11:19 (UTC)
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Birthday Best (The Magnus Archives) [content warning: burning alive]

[personal profile] edenfalling 2020-02-04 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Jude took her time that evening, picked out a siren-red dress (rayon, of course), styled her hair (plenty of spray to fix it in place), set up a romantic dinner in their living room (so much wood, so much more flammable than the cold, tiled kitchen), and waited for Gretchen to come home.

"Should I have dressed for the occasion?" Gretchen asked from the doorway, in the nervous, half-joking tone she'd adopted recently, as if unwilling to directly address Jude's changes and half-hoping she could pretend them away.

"No need," Jude said with an exultant smile, and then tipped the jug of kerosene over her own head and thumbed a spark from her lighter; the flames that consumed her, that fed her god and warped her bones and razed her life to ash, were more beautiful than any clothes money could ever buy, or any love that humans could sustain.
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Re: Birthday Best (The Magnus Archives) [content warning: burning alive]

[personal profile] wintersday 2020-02-04 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
in the nervous, half-joking tone she'd adopted recently, as if unwilling to directly address Jude's changes and half-hoping she could pretend them away

Brrrr. This is entirely too effective.
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Re: Birthday Best (The Magnus Archives) [content warning: burning alive]

[personal profile] edenfalling 2020-02-04 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! (I wonder, occasionally, what became of Jude's girlfriend after this. Jude doesn't actually say that Gretchen died as collateral damage in her suicide-by-fire, and she doesn't mention ever tracking her down for later torment, so... a mystery!)

Fill: Tales of Symphonia, vague Sheena/Zelos

[personal profile] runespoor 2020-02-04 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Zelos' eyes light up when she walks into the lobby, and he whistles when she gets closer; no one turns around to look at the scene, which Sheena guesses is one of the perks of everyone and their dog in Meltokio being familiar with Zelos' brand of idiocy - "you look gorgeous, hunny!"

Despite the dress showing about as much skin as the swimsuit Zelos clearly used a model for the outfit he got her, it doesn't impede Sheena's movements at all - she pulled a few combos earlier as she tried it on, just in case, and she's pleasantly surprised; the scraps of fabric that make up the gown are as easy to move in as her usual clothes while somehow concealing the childhood scar she most wants to hide: it took Sheena a couple of tries to figure out how to put it on by herself, but it's nothing impossible for a ninja of Mizuho, and it turned out tying the ribbons was surprisingly similar to putting on her obi - so when she raises a fist in warning, the threat is real: "watch yourself," she warns, "I don't want to start the evening with violence, for the others' sake, but keep it up and I will - and my cards are small enough that I have them with me, so try me."

A swift smile crosses Zelos' face, and for a second Sheena hopes he might choose not be totally obnoxious for once, but it's gone in a moment, drowned by his loud protestations ("I know I know! I'll behave! I'm just saying, I have a great eye for this kinda thing!") and his firefly attention is caught by the approaching Colette, and Sheena shakes her head, and sighs.
sholio: Steve and Dustin from Stranger Things (StrangerThings-SteveDustin)

Fill: Stranger Things, Steve & Dustin

[personal profile] sholio 2020-02-05 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Four spritzes," Steve says, as Dustin turns his head back and forth, trying to see the sides of his weirdly mashed-down hair, "no more, no less. No, stop touching it, you'll get it out of alignment."

"What happens if you do more than four?" Dustin can't help asking. "Is it like crossing the streams in Ghostbusters? Does it catch on fire?" He's oddly fascinated by the idea, in a way that should probably worry him given that it's his own head, but really it's just scientifically interesting; how combustible is this stuff, really?

"What? No! It's hairspray, dude. God. You look like a Van Halen, is what happens." Steve bats Dustin's hands away from his hair, again. "C'mon, stop touching it and let's go turn you loose on the female population of Hawkins. They're gonna love it."

Dustin is a lot less confident about that (a whole lot less confident) but Steve says so, and Steve had an actual girlfriend for like, a year, which is a whole year longer than Dustin has ever had a girlfriend, so he's willing to trust in Steve's expertise.
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Re: Fill: Stranger Things, Steve & Dustin

[personal profile] slippy 2020-02-05 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
I love Dustin nerding out about it! And also "You look like a Van Halen" is funny, and makes me picture all the drama Steve must have sometimes gone through with his magnificent hair.
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Re: Fill: Stranger Things, Steve & Dustin

[personal profile] sholio 2020-02-05 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
Heeee, thank you! :D (I entertained myself a lot trying to figure out what sort of worst case scenario Steve would bring out.)
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Re: Fill: Stranger Things, Steve & Dustin

[personal profile] slippy 2020-02-05 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
Hair Metal: Not even once!
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Crimson (Amelia Peabody Mysteries; Emerson/Peabody)

[personal profile] kalira 2020-02-27 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Tie my laces, would you, Emerson, dear?" Amelia asked, tilting her head and glancing over her shoulder at her husband.

She hid a smile as his eyes widened and he lunged for her; she was wearing the crimson dress he had so wished to see her in and she had demurred as unnecessary for the season.

"My lovely Peabody." Emerson said as his broad hands smoothed up either side of her waist and he bent to kiss her throat, making her shiver; it took him some time to get to her laces.
oldmanatom: (à l'infini...)

what happens in Monaco... [Overwatch | Widowmaker/Sombra]

[personal profile] oldmanatom 2020-05-23 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
"You are not as subtle as you think you are," Widowmaker tells the empty room as she opens the side of her rifle and slides out the used magazine, the click of metal on metal echoing off the walls of the shooting range as she continues: "You should have learned your lesson in Monaco."

She slides in a fresh magazine, closes the latch with a snap, and brings the rifle back up to fit in its well-worn place in the pocket of her shoulder; just as she gets her target lined up in her sights, the air two stalls over shimmers and shifts into a familiar black-and-purple figure, who says with an audible smirk: "You're one to talk—remind me, how subtle were you that night about how much you liked my dress?"

"Whoever picked it out for you should get a raise," Widowmaker murmurs in reply, Sombra's answering scoff drowned out by the sharp report of her rifle as she takes her shot.
Edited 2020-09-16 07:34 (UTC)