rthstewart | Three Sentence Ficathon 2021

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Three Sentence Ficathon 2021

We have now opened a new post, for new prompts! Please leave all new prompts there. You may continue to fill existing prompts here. If you didn't get a prompt filled here, feel free to post it on the new post!

Welcome to the Three Sentence Ficathon!
2 Feb. 2021 See important edit below regarding where to find unfilled prompts.

What is the 3 Sentence Ficathon?
This is an open exchange where you answer a prompt with a fic consisting of only three sentences. It's open to all fandoms and you can post and fill 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 happens after that?
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

I'm really overwhelmed by all the prompts and how much there is and how fast it goes. I can't read 1,000 prompts and fills. It's too much.
I hear this a lot and it keeps a lot of people from participating. The 3SF is big and it moves fast, especially at first. I get overwhelmed, too, and I'm hosting the thing. With 2020 and 2021 sucking so badly you don't want something that's supposed to be fun cause you anxiety. I have a couple of suggestions for managing the 3SF volume.

First, really, you don't have to read every prompt and fill on every page. You can start at the last page of this and just go forward, or back a page or two. It's fine.
You can come and go as time and energy allow, you don't have to participate the whole time, and it drops off quite a bit by mid-February.
Even after the 3SF and new prompting end, people fill prompts all year long.
You can fill an already filled prompt and you can can leave a prompt that's already been prompted before. People do it all the time.

Always make sure you're looking at top-level comments only, not threaded. That helps a lot. Your screen should look like this.

But shouldn't I read everything to see if someone already prompted the same prompt I want to leave if someone already filled it?
No. Prompt as many times as you want, as much as you want. It doesn't matter if someone prompted the exact same prompt. Go ahead and prompt again!

I left a prompt and no one filled it. Can I prompt it again?
Absolutely!

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 be able to post and share it. Feel free to cross-post this entry. If you create your own banners or icons, let me know and I'll share!
Please share the 3SF with your followers, friends, and any channels and comms you are active on. I'll post on fandom calendar, Tumblr, and Twitter, but I don't have many connections in other spaces such as Discord.

How long will it go?
The 3SF closes to new prompts on February 28, 2021. The entry stays open permanently and people post fills all year long.

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 boils down to reader beware. 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.
Some posters do include warnings and spoiler tags in subject lines or include spoiler space, but they don't have to do so.

Why is 3SF split among several posts? That seems confusing.
It is confusing and we always lose momentum once we have to move to a second post. The reason is because at 5,000 comments to a single post, DW installs a human test CAPTCHA, which is a pain for users. So, once this entry gets to the upper 4,000 comments, I open a new post. If you've been waiting until things slow down to participate, when we open a second post is often a good place to join.

If I have questions, what do I do?
I'm rthstewart everywhere, here, Twitter, Tumblr, gmail and AO3.

A special thank you to

conuly .
Last year, Conuly started logging all unfilled prompts.
This year's (2021) unfilled prompts are here.
Last year's (2020) unfilled prompts are here.

Conuly asks that you not reply, as they want to be able to edit and add more prompts to the list.
Conuly does this just because they are an awesome person but should you want to write them fic in thanks, you can find a birthday wish list here.

Here is the 3SF 2021 Friending Meme to show of your new DW account.

Here, have some icons and banners and let me know if you've created your own!

text box you can try to cut and paste

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Steph looked around the small cave she shared as a remote base with Cass, and had to think over if it was anyone else's birthday in the 'family'. Then Tim came, leading Dick and Jason in, and she felt a little panicky as she couldn't come up with anyone else.

"Happy birthday, punk," Jason said, even as Bruce slipped in, carrying an ice cream cake, and Steph all but burst into tears for this amount of acceptance.

Janice looked up as Skeeter slipped in, followed by Camilla, and then it was Miss Piggy herself before Janice reached over to pin the flap closed.

"Groovy," she announced as each one shared their snacks in the center of the most bodacious blanket fort ever built by muppet hands.

"Alright, beach broad, bring on the movies all about moi," Miss Piggy said, and Janice had to grin, because her friend would never not be the center of attention.

❤️❤️❤️❤️

Oh yes! Girl's night!!!

It’s moments like this that Susan really, really wishes Padmé were alive so that they could have good, long, serious discussion about whether all Jedi had such terrible fashion sense or if it is unique to Ben; it’s maddening because under the layers of sarcasm, biting humour, dirty linen, and skin in desperate need of a deep exfoliation and serious moisturizer, is a very, very handsome man.

It’s taken her six months of pleading, cajoling, wheedling (which never works because Ben knows what she’s trying to do) and outright threats to achieve the most incremental of changes – boots are fine, sexy, even, but the robes stay home, a belt defines his waist and hips nicely but it should not be as wide as a girdle, and the only fight they ever had involved trying to get him into a properly tailored and fitted ensemble – he closely follows galactic news so how did he not know that trousers were fashionably snug now in all the finest Corsucant shops and available in a gorgeous assortment of synthleathers.

Now, they are making an appearance at Bail’s private get-together and if it had not taken so much effort, she’d want him out of what he’s just put on because Ben look amazing, but he’s being stubbornly obstinate and complaining about how he doesn't want to look like a Naboo Queen (why ever not?) as she stalks him with a kohl pencil and a brush of golden glitter and, in exasperation, Susan finally corners him in the closet to apply the finishing touches and scolds, “Honestly, Ben, it’s part of your disguise!” (which is at least partly true, mostly, well, maybe a little).

I love???? Especially the line about the layers of sarcasm, dirty linen and bad skincare omfg.

SHE'S COAXING HIM OUT OF HIS MONK SHELL AND I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH. Calling his belt a girldle rotfl

I LOVE THAT HE'S WEARING GOLD GLITTER!!! Dying to know if you just landed on it or if you're plugged into the Quinlan Vos fanon???!!! You are you so probably the latter lmao

THAT TITLE RUTH OMG. Love.

And she's concerned about his skincare! As she should be - there's a reason Anakin hated sand, after all. The snug trousers! The idea that she wants him out of it, but it was too much work to get him into it in the first place! Delightful. If she could see the Jedi temple at its height, she'd be HORRIFIED by all the dull brown robes going on there. Much better to look like a Naboo Queen, indeed. I would love to see this party (and Bail's reaction to Obi-Wan's look, omg).

Laertes still won’t look at him; they broke up two months into the semester on the grounds that Hamlet’s not mature enough to handle a long distance relationship. That’s probably true but he was thinking if they could just talk or maybe even share a goodbye kiss they’d both feel a lot better. Instead he’s getting himself drunk off eggnog and staring mournfully at Laertes’s terrible but earnest karaoke performance of All I Want for Christmas Is You.

"Bail!" Breha hissed, tugging his sleeve. "Why didn't you tell me Obi-Wan was hot!?"

Bail went back to the bar for another drink and some headache powder; it was going to be a very, very long night and -- sith Mon would be intolerably smug -- he'd better have a double.

LOL Breha being all "where have you been hiding this hottie???" I love it. Poor Bail, he really had no idea what was going to be unleashed on him.

This is AMAZING. Just the entire mental visual of Susan following Ben around and threatening him into dressing properly, treating his skin with care, using kohl and glitter - absolutely effing delightful. :)

When the midwife handed Bard his firstborn, and he breathed out her name, 'Sigrid', he hoped for a brighter future for her. A few hours later, he held this little scrap of life knowing she would be his only child and he her only parent. He could not have imagined, standing there in Laketown, grief and joy mingled in his breast, that in many years’ time, he would leave Dale safe under her rule.

When the news came that Bain had fallen, Bard's vision grew dim and he withdrew; it was his eldest daughter who straightened up her head first and gave the orders that he could not utter, who spoke to her father gently until he came back to them. She did not break out weeping until she was alone with her sister. The people did not forget what she had done for them in that hour of loss and confusion, and stood ready to obey their new Queen when her father eventuall followed his son and fathers.

When Fíli, sister-son of Thorin Oakenshield, was made King under the Mountain, his wife Sigrid, daughter of Bard of Dale, became his Queen. No dwarf thought her shoulders too frail to help bear some of her husband's burdens that day, as perhaps some had upon the occasion of their wedding. As their princess, Sigrid had shown herself worthy of all the honour their finest craftsmen could bestow upon her, for all the gold and jewels she was adorned with told a tale that any Dwarf could read.

"Hey, Rutheford, remember that transporter accident that happened when you were trying to optimize the speed and I got all out of phase?"

"The one that made you ungodly loud and got you sent to The Farm?"

"Yeah, that one, so, um, can we do that again, because I had some unfinished business on the Farm with some really, uh, skilled masseuses."

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"I have a proposition for you, Hawkmoth," Lila said, "and I am willing to offer you a willing vessel for your akuma in return. That should make your powers more effective."

"Your terms are acceptable, Diabolus, and I grant you the power to rain fire down upon Ladybug and Chat Noir."

"I can't made gears or trails of whether she wants this guy to be friendly with all of her mates or whether she wants him to shag all of them first before he can have her," Ron said, trying to keep up with the speed of the lyrics.

"Likely both," Hermione said, shifting her head to listen more fully. "According to my research, Muggle music is almost always full of double entendres about sex that have different degrees of plausible deniability."

At every point in her life where Lessa could strike and solve the issue before them, the man who kidnapped her would appear and force her off the path of righteous vengeance.

"You have always been wrong, Weyrleader," she told him as they walked underneath the light of the moons and stars, "but neither of us will live long enough into the After for me to tell you so."

"Then I will await the time when you join me between so that we may finally have a full answer to this argument," the Benden Weyrleader said, eyes twinkling with mischief, yet again failing to hear what was plainly expressed in front of him.

"You see witches when the crops are failing, the cows aren't giving birth, or your neighbor's daughter is leaning over the fence enough to make a suggestion unmistakable, but not so much as to be blatant," Katherine said Crossley. "This, this is the high priestess of Ginever, who has studied her magic for ten years before offering her first prayer and performing hear first ritual. She—"

"I get it," Prince William said, "but the question is still the same: can she bring down rain sufficient to sweep away the armies that gather to oppose us?"

"I understand that he's incredibly hot," Darcy said, pushing another piece of data underneath Jane's nose, "but we both swore that there would be no chasing himbos until after you were established in the field."

"Thor's not a himbo," Jane said reflexively.

"Well, he's certainly the sharpest spoon in the knife block," Darcy retorted, "and we have work to do to get all of our equipment back ."

"Sorry, if was the only place I could think of on short notice," Chat said sheepishly, "but if we can figure out what note Frightningale is using to shatter everything, we can generate a countertone at the right time to completely cancel out the wavelengths and silence her."

Ladybug didn't want to think about the fact that she was in the middle of the locker room showers with Chat Noir, rather than someone she would enjoy the intimacy with, and it didn't help that he was singing phrases like "I love Ladybug" every few meters.

"Sorry," he apologized again, catching one of her glares, "but I have to find the most resonant point here for your Lucky Charm to have the best effect."

"Dammit, Hardison, put that away!" Eliot roared before Hardison could apply the barbecue sauce to the steak in front of him.

"What's wrong with a little BBQ for your cooked meats?" Hardison protested, setting the bottle down.

"Sauce is for complementing the flavors that are already present," Eliot said, glaring at Parker, who was already halfway through her own steak without being noticed, "not for overpowering it."

"I fell for a beautiful woman once," Edmund said carefully, "and she used mind-controlling Turkish Delight on me o she could sacrifice me and circumvent a prophecy of her own undoing at the hands of As—the Lion."

"I fell for an…well, all right, it was more about his name and fame, but he was pretty easy on the eyes, but more more importantly, he had a piece of the soul of our greatest enemy in him, so I had to watch him die so that we could finally kill Vol—the Unnameable One," Ginny said equally as carefully.

As they looked at each other, the same question hung in the air between them: Are you going to lead me on the same path I have already walked?

Jaune looks down at the axe of the Slayers in his hand, and wonders if he can condemn so many others to Pyrrha's fate, before seeing the look in Buffy's eyes, one that says he must do this, or everyone else will die as well.

"Someone taught me this many years ago," he says, closing his eyes and focusing on the Aura running through the axe, "and for her, I say: For it is in passing that we achieve immortality, and through this, we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all, infinite in distance and unbound by death. I release your chains, your souls, and by my shoulder, I protect all of you."

The axe shudders in his hands, the whole of the Aura bound in it flowing outward, seeking those who will be Slayers, Huntresses, and protectors, forever altering their destinies in ways he is almost certain they will blame him for after the honeymoon period is over.

Delightful and hilarious. Excellently done.

"This is not the first time Humes from another world have come to Ivalice," Fran hissed quietly at Balthier, trying not to wake the children she thought were asleep, "and Eruyt still honors Ritz as one of our own."

"That sounds like prophecy, and prophecy always means dump them on Ashe as soon as possible and run in the opposite direction," Balthier said.

They were pirates, then, Peter thought to himself, and began to make plans on how they might successfully escape this ship they were on.

It would be easier, Poppy thinks to herself, if they could Obliviate their memories away, the way that Ms. Granger did to her parents.

Even the most skillful Legilimens would be unable to detangle the abuse from the core parts of their personality: Potter and Malfoy had never really seen a life without someone in their care abusing them, and it was apparent to her that the Weasley siblings were going to end up cutting out their mother as soon as they could survive on their own.

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey, it's nice to be able to talk about all of this without the…expectations of being our parents' children," Draco said at the end of their session, a sentiment echoed by all the participants, unaware of the knives they were plunging into Poppy's soul.

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Diamond in the Rough in a Velvet Goldmine

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Triple fill: Hail, Sigrid Queen

Lower Decks, Recreating Problems, Rutheford and Boimler

Willing Pawn, Miraculous Ladybug, Lila and Hawkmoth.

Tell Me What You Want

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Original Work, Casual Insults

Thor 1, Darcy keeping Jane on track

Miraculous Ladybug, Physics in the Shower, Ladybug, Chat Noir, and Frightningale (just off screen)

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Buffy/RWBY, the unlocking of the Potentials

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Narnia / Ivalice Alliance, Fran, Balthier, and the Pevensies

Trauma Repeats