Three Sentence Ficathon Part 2

[rthstewart]

THE 2021 3 SENTENCE FICATHON IS NOW CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS!

THIS IS THE NEW POST FOR PART 2 OF THE 3 SENTENCE FICATHON -- ALL NEW PROMPTS SHOULD BE POSTED HERE
You may continue to fill prompts (but not leave new ones) at the original Post 1 here.

conuly 's unclaimed prompt list here

Thank you all for participating! We had a rush of prompts at the end so be sure to check it out and if you want someone to fill something in particular, and assuming they don't mind being contacted (I know I  don't!), be sure to let them know!

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 does this just because she is an awesome person but should you want to write her 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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[vialethe]

Narnia/LotR, Peter/Eowyn, talking Horses as matchmakers

[embraidery]

Marya nudged Peter with her long grey nose as he ran the currycomb over her shoulder. "Look, the shieldmaiden's watching you," she said, trying to whisper, but her horse throat wasn't meant for it, and it came out louder than she meant.

"Shhh," Peter said automatically, then paused with the comb midair and glanced over at the other end of the barn. "Is she?"

Indeed, Eowyn's hand with her own brush moved slowly over Windfola's shoulders as she looked their way. Just as Peter returned her gaze, she dropped her eyes and busied herself with the brush.

"See?" Marya said.

Peter shook his head, running the comb over Marya's withers. "You'll never give this up, I assume."

"Nope!" Marya smiled as best as her horse lips could manage.

[vialethe]

ASoIaF, Sansa/Jaime, I notice everything you do and don’t do/you’re so much older and wiser

[sheenianni]

TW: Murder/Suicide
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"I'm the father of your children," he says, playing the last card he has left.

Sansa shakes her head. "I promise you, it will be painless," she motions to the wine goblet in front of him. And he still can't believe how none of them saw it - this annoying, mellow girl they forced him to marry, the wife he ignored in favor of fucking Cersei, because he longed for fire and couldn't stand Sansa's meekness - she is magnificent, and he never noticed.

She has outplayed them utterly, and the people adore her, Sansa The Kind, Sansa The Generous, Sansa The Beloved. She has a spine of steel, his wife; her fire tempered with ice, her mercy mixed with ruthless practicality.

He understands her, too. They've destroyed her family, they've kept her as a hostage and broodmare for years while she kept her head down and survived, all the time hating them and wishing for their demise. She better than anyone understands that no promises he gave her would keep him from revenge.

They've taken a naive, idealistic girl and created a Queen.

"What about Joanna and Rodrik?" Jaime asks at last.

"Joanna will rule after me," explains Sansa calmly. "She'll keep your name for now to keep the throne. When he's older, Rodrik Stark will become Lord of Winterfell."

Using them as chess pieces. Tywin would be proud of her, thinks Jamie uncharitably. He wonders if the fact that Sansa genuinely loves their children makes it better or worse.

"You have it all figured out, then. I'm impressed." He picks up the goblet. "I wish I'd known you sooner," he toasts her and then takes a gulp, his eyes fixed on her, drinking in her dress, her crown, her solemn expression. She really is beautiful, he realizes suddenly, and for the first time in their marriage he truly wants to kiss her, to hold her, to take her and really get to know her, rather than just a five minute tumble to fulfill his duty.

Then his vision goes black and he sees nothing at all.

[vialethe]

Narnia/LotR, Peter/Eowyn, 'do you think Eomer suspects?'

[vialethe]

Narnia/ASoIaF, Susan/Jon Snow, but if it's all the same to you/it's the same to me

the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm faking

[snacky]

Her voice is high and her smile is bright when she says goodbye to Jon, but he just frowns and says, "Susan, wait."

He catches her hand and pulls her back, and his voice is soft when he asks, "Are you sure you want to go?"

There's hundreds of different reasons, all good, she should leave and go back to where she came from, but in the end, there's only one answer she can give him: "No."

[(Anonymous)]

any, any except Narnia, but monsters are always hungry, darling, and they’re only a few steps behind

This Savage Song, Kate/August

[wingedflight]

They hit the road at dusk; they drive for hours until the next border town; they find a motel (or warehouse, or church, or abandoned mall) to spend the night. Rinse, repeat.

Sometimes, August takes his violin into the night for a hunt; sometimes, Kate disappears into the dark and returns with blood on her arms; sometimes, neither of them leave and nothing happens and they lay side-by-side until the sun comes up.

[(Anonymous)]

any, any except Narnia, "And if my choice is to sit graciously in my best robes and accept the inevitable or to bail a sea with a bucket, give me the bucket."

Fill: Chuubo's Marvellous Wish-Granting Engine, Natalia and Jasper

[eagleoftheninth]

you and I will walk into the emptiness

"But you can't fight him," Jasper protests, confused and dull-eyed, tear tracks smeared through Wicked Mode eyeshadow. "He's Death, you can't—it doesn't work."

"Imprecise," Natalia corrects her, raising an eyebrow. "What you mean is, 'you can't win against him'."

This rouses Jasper from the dead-eyed dullness, at least. "That's the same thing!" she wails, tears beginning to start again. "Why bother fighting if you haven't any hope of winning? You'll just end up like Mom did, like Leo did—" and here she chokes back a sob, hugging herself with all her arms at once.

She is the Sun which is Hope, after all. Hope is conditional. Hope is based on looking forward and being able to perceive something other than darkness ahead. Or imagine something, when perception fails. But even imagination has limits.

Natalia is not sure she can explain to Hope's goddess how it can be possible to survive hope's absence. It is not a thing she can map out mathematically. It is to do with her bones. It is to do with the ice in her heart. It is to do with a terrible animal stubbornness. It is a knowledge like how her eyes know to turn wavelengths to images, how her blood knows to clot and scab over a wound. It is something she knows because she has done it, over and over, sometimes almost against her own will; this is the truth of Natalia Koutolika. She carries on.

She will fight the Headmaster not because she believes she can win, but to make a point. Certainly he will have her and Jasper and all their friends, no matter what they do. That is the simple fact of him. He is all endings. He is inevitable. He has owned them all since before they were born.

Natalia does not argue that claim. She just intends to make the man work to prove it.

No, she has neither words nor time to truly explain this to Jasper. But she can try to outline it, maybe, in broad strokes. "If there is no hope," she begins, carefully, "if doom is certain no matter what, then there is no reason not to fight. Surrender will not save us, so we shall not surrender."

She pauses, taking in Jasper's furrowing brow, the confused-yet-thoughtful note her sniffling has taken on. Attempts again. "There is a thing we are taught, in Russia, where I grew up—all children learn it. If you are caught in a snowstorm, it is best to get indoors and build a fire, but if you cannot do that—if you are so lost and far from home that there is no shelter you can possibly reach—you must dig yourself into the snow, instead. People have survived that way, before..."

Jasper bites her lip. Admits, voice uncertain and small, "I'm—I'm not from Russia. I don't know how."

And it's true, she's bright and lush like a hothouse flower, vivid colours and soft palms, a creature of warm sunlit skies, but—her knuckles are tough and scarred, her teeth are sharp, her outline sturdy-thick with strong muscle and insulating fat. She is not weak, is Jasper Irinka. She doubts herself, she is unpracticed, but she is not weak.

(And Wicked Mode reverses her; it does not render her powerless. She is of the Bleak Academy as well as of her mother's realm.)

Natalia holds out a hand to her. "I will show you how to start," she tells the other girl, ice to fire.

Jasper does not hesitate further before taking it, and her grip is strong. She does not wipe away her eyeshadow, but she begins slowly to smile, and it is vicious and fey and very beautiful. "Together, then...my dad's not going to know what hit him."

[(Anonymous)]

any canon set in space, any, "And they will say Yes. Yes, you. I will go there with you. I have been waiting for this."

Transformers G1, Megatron

[raisedbymoogles]

"And why should they listen to me?" Megatron asks.

His primary progenitor smiles, leads him to the window with a hand on his shoulder. "Where outside this tower you may merely see a city," ze declared, "I see a conflagration in waiting - all they need, all they crave, my dear creation, is a spark."

(playing with my own headcanon of Megatron's origins here ^_^;;;)

[eagleoftheninth]

Narnia, any, what if Aslan was some other kind of Beast instead of a lion?

(Presumably he'd have a different name, since 'Aslan' is literally just Turkish for 'lion'...)

[elementalraven]

When they finally reach the Narnian encampment, still reeling with the loss of Edmund and the (new) war they’ve been dragged into, a Harpy guides them to a large tent near a pond that has clearly just thawed: like the rest of the camp, Reptiles, Amphibians and Birds of all shapes and sizes are crawling and flying around (“Fewer than there should be,” Mrs. Turtle says somberly, “most of the Birds migrated, or joined Jadis, and many of us cold-blooded Beasts just went to sleep when the winter came and then never woke up”) and something lets out a terrible sound in the distance (“A Chimera I would bet,” Mr. Turtle says, “or maybe a Dragon”).

Clutching each other tightly, the three of them enter the tent (Mr. and Mrs. Turtle off to greet old friends and the Harpy waiting by the opening) and find an enormous gold and black serpent waiting for them, coiled up on the floor – “Welcome, Son of Adam and Daughters of Eve”, Yilan hisses, for this cannot be anyone but the being who the Narnians revere as a powerful and cunning God, and whose return was both celebrated and regarded with surprise, “We have much to discuss.”

They stare at him in stunned awe and Yilan regards each of them in turn, seeming to assess their worth, before he continues: “The rescue of your brother from the clever but arrogant witch Jadis has already been set in motion, but in the meantime we will plan her demise once and for all,” his mouth curves into what might be taken for a smile, and he says: “I have specific roles in mind for each of you.”

[rthstewart]

Greek mythology, Demeter, Persephone, spring overcoming the death of winter

In the Garden I Have Done No Crime

[vialethe]

It is always this way when she returns, always this welter of bones and bare branches, of cold soil and chilled winds, of frozen, arrested decay all around her as winter dies.

“Why do you do this, mama,” she sighs, raising Demeter from the cold ground where she lays, “when you know I’ll always come back.”

Her mother does not speak (she never does, this early in spring), but the clouds recede from her eyes, and she smiles at Persephone so sweetly; around her toes, new life begins to sprout, roots wending ever down, towards the roof of the Underworld.

[rthstewart]

The Secret Garden, Colin, Mary, Dickon (+ or / any all), firsts

[ilthit]

Many people--Mr Craven, the Sowerbys, even Mr Medlock--seemed to care an awful lot about who Mary and Colin were going to marry, if it wasn't one another, and more than a few thought that, what with times being modern, Mary might even marry Dickon. But Mary didn't want to marry Colin or Dickon or anybody at all. Why should she, when there were books and travel and gardens in the world, and her two best friends in the world to share them with?

[vindoletta]

Greek mythology, Eros/Psyche, any.

[betony]

It follows that, having become goddess of the soul, Psyche should possess the ability to recognize inner beauty before outer--and yet, it is simply one more unpleasant surprise. Even some of the divinities of Olympus, shining with immortal youth, now seem twisted and unpleasant; and the less said about her memories of her sisters, the better.
She refuses for days on end to look upon her husband, fearing what she mind find--she could not bear it, if after all her searching, and a eternity yoked together ahead, he should prove monstrous to her eyes--but Love, after all, hides all blemishes and indignities.
(She is more relieved than she dares admit.)

[vindoletta]

Greek mythology, Daphne, her POV

[last_haven]

The most damning thing is that she'd never even matched gazes with Apollo before today; it wasn't like he'd been there she swore herself to Artemis, became one of her ever-virgin hunters. Hell, she wasn't even a good enough hunter to be allowed into Artemis's most frequent hunting party, just good enough to earn a single nod of acknowledgement.

And yet, here came her lady's brother barrelling through the trees after her, begging like a bitch in heat, hands grasping at her as if he meant to tear apart no better than a haunch of meat. Each time she glanced back, her stomach heaved and bile stung her tongue; she'd seen lepers who looked more appealing than this lust-lorn ape.

Being a tree was a goddamn relief compared to the thought of being touched by that creep.

[vindoletta]

Naruto, Tenten, Kubikiribocho (Zabuza's sword)

[coralines]

Hannibal, Will Graham & Beverly Katz, fireflies

[coralines]

Hannibal, Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham, you left a lovestain on my heart and you left a bloodstain on the ground but blood comes off easily

How could I say "No" to a MurderHusbands prompt?

[wickedlittletown]

There was an awkward silence between the two men. Will looked at Hannibal, more convinced than ever that he felt more for Hannibal, than he ever wanted to make himself believe. Will couldn't track back when he had begun to develop such feelings for him. They were irksome at times and on other times he needed these feelings and the (sometimes) silly daydreams that came with them to calm down.

Yet here they stood. Face to face. Will felt that Hannibal was more focused on his bloody hand than on what was happening to his mimic.

The profiler couldn't believe his ears when he heard himself confessing "You left a love-stain on my heart". Will congratulated himself sourly for having his heart on the tip of his tongue. But, there was still he minor chance that Hannibal would interpret it in a different way and not how he meant it.

Will promptly received his answer and it wasn't what he had expected "... and you left a bloodstain on the ground but blood comes off easily." Hannibal gave Will a sincere smile that could mean everything and nothing at all.

That was something Will could bend his mind over in a silent minute alone.

[ilthit]

Arkham Horror Files, Minh Thi Phan/Daisy Walker, something in common

[ilthit]

Arkham Horror Files, Minh Thi Phan & Daisy Walker, the edge of reason

[ilthit]

A Murder Most Unladylike, Hazel Wong, respect

[ilthit]

Murder Most Unladylike series, Daisy Wells, on her honour

[ilthit]

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, Henry Lascelles & Emerson, secrets

[paxilam]

any, any, buying matching clothes

Jackets (Disco Elysium, Kim/Harry, SFW)

[wallwalker]

"Hmm, I'm still forming an opinion on this, Kim," Harry says when they leave the store, upper body wrapped in a freshly tailored and patched black bomber jacket, "do you think it suits me?"

"It suits you much better than that leather jacket of yours," Kim answers with a smirk. Harry's thought about getting them matching cool jackets wasn't really a wrong thought, per se; he'd just chosen laughably inappropriate jackets.

[paxilam]

lotr, any, sword class 101

[ilthit]

The Untamed, Jiang Cheng & Jiang Yanli & Wei Wuxian, on the river

[nasimwrites]

Narnia, any, "my snake-breeding cousin"

We Fuse Like a Family (Eustace/Jill + Lucy)

[vialethe]

“So I told her that you breed snakes,” Lucy explains, “and that I thought perhaps there were some lizards and such as well, because you are very interested in reptiles. She seemed distinctly less interested in you afterwards.”

“Oh, thank heavens,” Eustace replies with feeling, before quickly adding, “not that I’m sure Rose isn’t a very nice girl and all, she’s just not - well -” and his speechlessness isn’t helped one bit when Lucy offers, “Not Jill?” with a very cheeky grin, indeed.

[vialethe]

Narnia, Lucy/Caspian, most blesséd perversions