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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[fallen_stage]

Final Fantasy IX, Zidane + Mikoto + Kuja, family get-together

[last_haven]

To be completely honest, when Kuja thought he'd laid dying, part of him had wished that he'd been better to the other Genomes. Not a big part, mind you, since he was mostly in extreme agony and emotionally broken with his latest failure, but when Zidane had sat with him, even used his own body to shield him, part of him ached for a bond he knew he'd been robbed of--by their creator and by his own deeds.

And yet, despite surviving almost purely by Zidane's obstinance, he wasn't quite sure how to he was going to avoid homicide as Mikoto sat, softly reading aloud from a book, while Zidane sat on the other side of his sickbed and smirked as he said "see, now, ain't this just cozy?"

[fallen_stage]

Final Fantasy IX, Vivi + Kuja (+Zidane? +Mikoto?), awkward family get-together

[alienacat]

Power Rangers (2017), any, mermaid AU

[conuly]

Any, any, this haiku

The snow is melting
and the village is flooded
with children.

Narnia

[syrena_of_the_lake]

Life returns to limbs
once frozen from cold or stone:
joy stings as it thaws.
—
Cold-clumsy at dawn,
river-racing by midday:
spring runs in our veins.
—
The river gods weep
overcome with their freedom.
The floodwaters rise.
—
The snow melts quickly.
Children swear to play in it
next winter.

[(Anonymous)]

Oz books (L. Frank Baum), Ozma, poppies

If I Should Change Before I Wake

[edenfalling]

A 9-sentence fill

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Ozma only learned about the poppy field by accident, overhearing the Scarecrow and Nick Chopper reminisce about their journey with Dorothy and wonder idly if the flowers are still there; that struck her as a question worth answering, but not important enough to assemble a Royal Progress, so she rode out to look at the poppy field accompanied only by the Sawhorse which, of course, could not be affected by their sleep-inducing scent.

Death was rare in Oz, so rare as to be nearly impossible, and the poppies' lure of repose was nigh overpowering, yet as Ozma and the Sawhorse wandered through the brilliant expanse of red blossoms, they found no slumbering bodies under the swaying stems and leaves -- either the poppies' victims had sunk into the earth entire, or someone with magical protection (or no need to breathe) had been collecting them.

"Which do you suppose is more likely, old friend?" Ozma asked the Sawhorse, one hand resting lightly on her Magic Belt.

"I have no knowledge on which to base a guess," the Sawhorse said, pawing idly at the base of a poppy stalk with one wooden leg, "but I can stay and keep watch; sooner or later someone will fall asleep and then we'll know what happens."

Ozma considered this, then nodded: "It's my royal duty to remove my enchantments and let the poppies' power affect me," she said; "I cannot let any of my subjects risk this danger unaware, and if we return to the Emerald City to ask for a volunteer, who knows what might occur while we are gone?"

"Royal duty sounds terribly unpleasant," the Sawhorse said, but it agreed to Ozma's plan so long as she used her Magic Belt to send a message to the Scarecrow before she fell asleep.

As she removed her enchantments and lay on the soft ground between and beneath the swaying poppies, Ozma wondered how long their perfume would need to take effect, not to mention how long before whatever fate befell the other sleepers would claim her in its turn.

The poppies' scent was heavy and warm, rich without cloying, and Ozma stared upward at the red petals bobbing, the green leaves fluttering, the blue sky and white clouds beyond, all melding into a strangely familiar swirl of color and scent and that echoed behind her slowly closing eyes.

As her mind unmoored from the tethers of the waking world, she realized this swooning, dizzy whirl felt almost exactly like Mombi's spell that had changed her from Tip to Ozma, and had one moment to wonder what body she would wake in before she drifted into the unmapped sea of sleep.

[(Anonymous)]

Winter's Orbit*, Jainan, locked doors

* This is the published version of the Ao3 original "The Course of Honour". Either is acceptable.

[(Anonymous)]

Winter's Orbit, Jainan, therapy

[(Anonymous)]

Winter's Orbit, Jainan/Kiem OR Jainan and Kiem, home for the holidays

[(Anonymous)]

Any, any, relationship between a ballet dancer and a pro wrestler

[(Anonymous)]

Anastasia, Anya, scents of tea rose, jasmine, lilac, and violets (each of OTMA's favourite fragrances)

[(Anonymous)]

Pokemon, Ash & Pikachu, home is where heart is

[mouseyear]

Ash hadn’t been home for years, not since the day he started out on his adventure. He typically didn’t think of it much, he typically didn’t think of it at all. Sometimes though, when he would say goodbye to someone he met on his travels they would mention their own plans to return to their family and he would be violently – startingly reminded of his mother back in Pallet Town. Then Pikachu would squeak and Ash would be brought back to the here and now, grinning at his best friend and heading back into his grand adventure. Who needed a house anyway when your friends were near you?

[(Anonymous)]

The Goblin Emperor, Maia, making peace

building bridges

[notapaladin]

They call him Edrehasivar the Bridge-Builder, now, or Edrehasivar the Kind. They speak of his mercy, his courtesy in extending his hand to the steppe barbarians and allowing them into his empire, even setting aside a new mountaintop for their ulimeire.

They don't mention the looks he saw passing between his daughter, his precious Chenelo, and the Nazhmorhathveran ambassador--warm, interested looks. Nor do they mention his daughter's marriage as anything other than a political match to seal this new alliance. But Maia knows, and his family (yes, including his new sharp-toothed son-in-law) knows, and when they begin to call him Edrehasivar the Peacemaker, laying the successful treaty at his feet, he smiles and doesn't correct them.

[(Anonymous)]

The Goblin Emperor, any, wishes

[(Anonymous)]

Any fantasy, any, when the game is over, the king and the pawn go back in the same box

To Be More Loving (LOTR, Sam & Arwen)

[vialethe]

Sam never does get used to the way Strider - the King, that is, bows to him whenever they meet, rare though that may be - whether it be at the coronation in Gondor or the meeting at the Brandywine Bridge all those years later, it just doesn’t sit right with him.

It’s the Queen who notices his dull red blush, the way he shakes his head and mutters to himself, “Ain’t right, that the likes of him should bow to the likes of me.”

Arwen smiles at him, and takes his hand (and bless his Rosie; at least all the years looking at her beautiful face mean he doesn’t blush any harder, even with a Queen pressing his hand), and says, “It is my husband’s belief, and mine as well, that the smallest among us often walk the hardest path, all unsung; he honors you as a King to a hero, as is your right.”

[(Anonymous)]

Harry Potter, Draco in the muggle world, "wow, that's* really messed up"

* "That" is any Very Normal Wizard/Hogwarts Thing that's, well, really messed up.

No wonder they don't get anythig done

[rthstewart]

It had taken a couple of hops through the Floo Network but he and Hermione had finally emerged on the west side of New York City for what she assured him was the best pizza in the world.

It was really good and she showed him how to fold it to eat it properly and bought a New York Times for them to read while they ate and he only mocked the paper twice for no moving pictures when…what the hell?

He pointed to the Politics page, aghast, “Am I reading this right that the American head of state can be a different party than their Parliament?!”

[(Anonymous)]

Star Trek: Voyager, Naomi Wildman, homesick

ST Voyager, what makes a home

[sidhehound]

Earth was nice. More than nice, it was fun. The crew of Voyager had been received as heroes. The parties and congratulations and questions didn't stop for weeks, or months for the Captain.

To Naomi, it seemed to be more than the logical happiness of finding long-lost friends. There was an attempt to not discuss the news in front of her, but that was hard to do, and Seven could always be trusted to answer any questions those attempts left.

There was a war. An ugly one. A lot of people died. So Earth, and Bajor, and Vulcan, and Qo'noS, they all needed some good news.

And Naomi was happy to be part of it! She got to meet her grandparents and cousins, got to play with more children than she had ever seen in her life, and taste food that, while not quite Neelix's, was pretty good.

But a part of her, one she was a little ashamed of, wished Voyager had taken just a little longer to return.

The crew got together every few months or so, and everyone called each other often. The Captain never went more than a week without chatting with Naomi and her mom, and Seven visited every other week. The Doctor too. She made friends with Tuvok's grandchildren last week.

It was all very nice. But it wasn't like Voyager had been. Somehow, Naomi knew things would never quite be like that again.

[(Anonymous)]

Harry Potter, any, "Let's tear down the Statute. It's rotten to the core."

[cofax7]

Post-war, post-Hogwarts, and pre-wedding (because Hermione certainly wasn't going to marry before she finished her education), Hermione sat for a degree at the London School of Economics and Political Science, and took a flat with a classmate named Maggie Okoro. It was the most Muggle thing she could have done, and late nights at the pub with Maggie and her friends, and arguing into the early hours about policy and ethics over cold chips while Maggie cajoled the crochety kettle into action -- well, it cleared the fog of the Wizarding World from her mind like nothing else could have.

She didn't think her Hogwarts friends really understood how her thinking was changing, and there was no way to warn them, much less convince them -- so she didn't, and simply mailed the treatise to Rita Skeeter to pass on to the editorial page editor. The Statute of Secrecy: A Modest Proposal was an innocuous enough title, she thought: for anyone who didn't know their Swift, at least.

[(Anonymous)]

Harry Potter, Sorting Hat, making mistakes

Mistakes Were Not Made

[silveradept]

There's always at least one in each class who thinks they've been put into the wrong house, that they can't possibly thrive in a place whose core outlook is so different than their lives. It's been so long since the Hat was enchanted that they've forgotten its purpose was not to shelter, but to challenge.

"Miss Granger," the Hat said solemnly, "believe what you like, but in no other House would your inner fire have been expressed so thoroughly."

[conuly]

Okay, I'm now updated with all new prompts. I'd like to start removing old prompts again tomorrow, but I can't make any guarantees - I have a lot of real life stuff to do, much of which takes a lot of time. If you let me know of any prompts you filled I'll try to get to them, but otherwise it may have to wait until Friday.

https://conuly.dreamwidth.org/3128453.html

[vialethe]

Narnia, Aslan, cardboard boxes

[harmony_lover]

It is the carboard boxes that hurt Peter the most.

Cardboard boxes that are a person's only shelter, after the war and the mass displacement, when rebuilding can't happen fast enough (and then, so much later, after Thatcher, when grinding poverty has set in for so many).

Cardboard boxes that imprint their lines into a person's face, aging them with pain and exposure and suffering, rather than joy.

Carboard boxes that decompose in the rain and wind and snow, somehow reminding Peter of Jadis and her frozen jail cells, her statues of stone.

And so Peter sets about tearing them down, reaching a hand to each person inside, replacing the cardboard with solid shelters, with wood and warmth.

And each time, he thinks he feels the warmth of Aslan's breath wash over him and the person he is helping, creating human connection and new life where there was none.

[(Anonymous)]

any, any, frenemies with benefits

FF6, Locke/Setzer

[(Anonymous)]

"Do the two of you have to fight quite so much?" Celes said. "We've been over the kidnapping misunderstanding, and anyway, Locke, there's no need for you to get offended on my account -"

"He'll pay me back later," Setzer interrupted, and as much as Locke thought, like hell I will, he couldn't help staring at the mouth that spoke those words, and he felt heat rising in his face.

[(Anonymous)]

Star Trek, Q + any, dance-off

[(Anonymous)]

Star Trek Voyager, Q Jr., he wasn't made Q again

[(Anonymous)]

Star Trek Voyager, Q Jr and or / Icheb, good influence

[(Anonymous)]

Star Trek Voyager, Q Jr and or / Icheb, bad influence