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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Comments

[athoughtfox]

Narnia, Peter Pevensie, 'the burden of being a holy fellow / is your halo better gleam'

What you are allowed to want

[francienyc]

When Susan complained that she felt lonely during her confinement, Peter obliged by taking his paperwork into her apartments to keep her company.

'You know,' he observed after she broke his train of thought for the fourth time in ten minutes, 'You don't have to go into confinement. The midwife said you were fine to go about your business.'

'I know I can, it's just that I don't want to,' she replied primly. 'I feel so heavy and tired. I would have thought you'd care more about the first heir to the Narnian throne. And moreover, the "midwife" has a name, as you know perfectly well.'

'Just seems unnecessary,' Peter grumbled, 'When she doesn't even want to be here.'

Susan narrowed her eyes. 'Why should you fuss--' Then she drew in a sharp breath. 'You like her!'

Mercifully and embarrassingly, Amelia swept in at that moment to check on Susan. Peter bent over his letter, his ears burning red. But Amelia ignored him, and after a few moments, he raised his eyes to watch her.

He couldn't say what made him desire her so. He tried to catalogue features: the way she smelled, sharp rosemary and pine which went straight to his brain. Her willowy figure. Her fiery hair, the colour of autumn leaves. Her seeming disdain for him. But these separate elements always seemed less than the sum total. He catalogued these things when he was awake and trying to sift through his feelings. At night when he dreamt of her, he didn't think of any one of these things. He simply fantasised about her, about having her, their sweaty bodies writhing together.

And he couldn't. The bacchanal was one thing, where he could express some of the desire he constantly tried to repress. But in the every day, he had to be good, noble, powerful...magnificent. Certainly not a human man who felt desire coursing through him.

He slammed the quill down on the table and rose. Amelia looked at him. Most people jumped whenever he made sharp movements. He gazed back at her, and she arched a brow. A subtle movement, but it made him want to cross to her, snatch her about the waist, and kiss her. Instead, he stalked from the room and down to the practice yard where he might vent some of his frustrations.

[athoughtfox]

Narnia, any, the magpie rhyme: 'one for sorrow, two for joy / three for a girl and four for a boy / five for silver, six for gold / and seven for a secret never to be told'

[wingedflight]

any, any, i once accidentally bought a horse

[wingedflight]

Narnia/The Magnus Archives, any, the entities in Narnia

A Century of Fear

[edenfalling]

1. Vast

Narnia is not a large land, but the shroud of Winter smothers the landscape, blurs landmarks into a sweeping sameness: a blank canvas of white-gray-black that deceives the eye and spreads out to, so far as anyone can know, the uttermost bounds of the world -- and perhaps even beyond, out past the Western mountains and the Eastern sea until a body could travel a thousand years and still never find a day of summer sun, for the Winter admits no truth but its own immutable nature, and flattens all attempts at defiance to mere blots on the purity of its expanse.

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2. Buried

Petrification should stop the mind along with the body, yet those who feel the tight embrace of stone close in around them, driving inward like a vice, could tell you otherwise if they still had breath and space to speak; instead they stand silent in the crushing prison of their own forms, squeezed tighter and tighter until it seems they must explode under the pressure of their own transformed skin and muscle and bone... and yet there is always another notch to tighten, and never the release of death or sleep.

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3. Corruption

Collaboration is the law of the land, a sick fever that floods communities like clockwork as neighbor sells out neighbor for a scrap of food or a brief reprieve from violence; to love your family, to do right by them, you must do wrong by others, and that truth gnaws both inward through the soul and outward through the fragile bonds of care and trust that bind downtrodden Narnians together, until no one can look upon those they love, those for whom they sold their self-respect, without a hot rush of shame and revulsion clogging their throats and coating their teeth with bile.

[wingedflight]

The Locked Tomb/The Magnus Archive, any, statements

[wingedflight]

Primeval, Connor/Abby, living out of time

[(Anonymous)]

The result of Connor's building a shelter efforts is a lopsided mess, but since Abby had busied herself with the warning lines, she really couldn't complain (mostly).

"It has character," he said, pulling her in against him with that grin that has never let her give up.

Leaning her forehead against his shoulder, she let out a breath, ignoring what felt like choking sobs pressing against her chest, "You're an idiot."

[wingedflight]

Obsidian & Blood, any, beginnings are just endings in reverse

(notapaladin this series is now high on my TBR list thanks to your fills! So even though I haven't read it yet, enjoy some prompts!)

Acatl/Teomitl - beginnings are just endings in reverse

[notapaladin]

((ONE OF US ONE OF US))

The first time they'd stood on these temple steps together, Teomitl had been callow and impatient and almost savage in his desire to learn (to grow, to prove himself), and Acatl had felt himself pulled slowly out of sync, shaped and molded into this new world where he, the son of peasants, had an Emperor's brother for an apprentice. He'd had an apprentice once. He hadn't wanted another one, had wanted even less a chance to tie his life with another's--but Teomitl had asked, and he'd accepted. He'd never in a thousand years imagined where it would lead him.

Where it led him now, in fact, years later. Oh, Teomitl still had some patience to learn--the entire attempt to wrest the throne from his brother's grasp proved that--but he had changed more than Acatl had ever dreamed, and Acatl's feelings had changed too.

Teomitl didn't need a teacher. That was over. The future ahead of them was a terrifying blank, dizzy with possibilities, and Acatl didn't know where it would take them.

But Teomitl was smiling at him, and he knew he wanted to find out.

[wingedflight]

Obsidian & Blood, any, freeze frame

Teomitl & Tizoc - freeze frame

[notapaladin]

"You are my brother," Tizoc says, and with the last of his strength he grabs for Teomitl's hand.

Teomitl pulls away. Looks down at him. Remembers a sneering laugh, that peasant's daughter, the clergy of Tlaloc penned like animals as they died weeping blood. Remembers the black edge of an obsidian blade at Acatl's throat. But Tizoc is right, even now--this man, twisted and withered as he's become, is still his brother. For a moment, he hesitates.

(It could have been different. It should have been different. It should never have come to this. If he could choose another path...)

There is no other path. He turns and walks away, and lets his brother die.

[wingedflight]

Obsidian & Blood, any, even if it wasn't meant to be

Acatl - even if it wasn't meant to be

[notapaladin]

His parents had wanted both their sons to be warriors. Neutemoc was their golden boy, the one who won fame and glory on the battlefield, who had risen from a peasant boy to a man entrusted with the regalia of a Jaguar Knight. He had made them proud. And Acatl? The second son, the disappointment? He had been strong once, too--strong and clever and his parents' pride, the one who'd went off to study with nobles' sons and could, if he'd applied himself, become just as skilled as his brother.

Instead he became a priest, and neither of them had forgiven him. Priests held the world together, gave honor to the gods--but they were not warriors. For them, there would be no glory, no renown. Acatl had thrown away all chance at that when he'd joined the priests of the Dead, and everyone around him knew it just as soon as they looked at him.

They didn't look deeper. They forgot that even in the calmecac, boys were trained to fight, and when you were reed-slender as your name and lacked the backing of rank and power, you became resourceful.

In short, it shouldn't have been a surprise that, when Quenami put his fists up, Acatl kicked his legs out from under him and went straight for the squishy bits.

[wingedflight]

The Magnus Archives, Gertrude & Gerry, sometimes we just sit

[sidhehound]

any, any, A Beast I am, lest a Beast I become.

[alienacat]

Any, any, wingfic

Obsidian & Blood, Acatl/Teomitl

[notapaladin]

When you are loved, you grow wings. They're white when you're born, but after that...well, they can be any color. Bright red for a first lover, green for an auntie down the road who pinches your cheeks and cooks you tamales, blue for a husband. And those who are truly adored...well, they have so many feathers in so many colors that nobody can count them all.

Acatl's are a deep slate gray shading to black, with no other color--the mark of a man beloved by Lord Death, true, but by no one else. Even the pale greens and browns of his parents' regard have long since fallen out. He can't let himself miss them, but it's fine. He's fine. He doesn't need anyone else.

Then he meets Teomitl--Teomitl the warrior, Teomitl the Emperor's brother, Teomitl whose wings are the flat unrelieved brown of someone who truly has no one else to love him--and something in him shifts. Stone cracks, and the first green shoot of something living pushes its way up into the sunlight.

When his primaries are tipped with sun-gold and jade, and Teomitl's coverts swirl with silver and ink-black, he knows he's not alone anymore.

[(Anonymous)]

Babylon 5, "Valen", homesick

[(Anonymous)]

Gargoyles/Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, any, listen I just want to see this crossover

[(Anonymous)]

Any, any, spaceships and sorcery AU

[(Anonymous)]

Obsidian and Blood, any, high school AU

in which teomitl has an embarrassing crush

[notapaladin]

If Nezahual kept poking her between the shoulderblades with his pencil, Mihmatini was going to rip it out of his hand and shove it right in his fucking eye. He was a year younger than the rest of them and shouldn't even have been there, but he was in all advanced classes, set to graduate in a few months just like the rest of them, and never let anyone forget it for a second.

"Hey," came the hiss from behind her. "Hey."

Without turning around, she muttered, "What?"

"Your brother. Is he single?"

She didn't have to ask which brother he meant, even when Nezahual jerked his chin forward as though she could possibly miss Acatl setting up another slide on the overhead projector and launching into the next part of the lecture on pre-conquest history that they were all supposed to be taking notes on. "...Yeah. Why?"

"Oh, no reason."

And because he sat behind her, she missed him turning to where Teomitl sat in order to flash him a shit-eating grin and a thumbs'-up--but when Teomitl flipped him off in response, she had a pretty good idea why. She felt like doing the same thing; just because Teo's crush was doomed didn't mean he had to rub it in.

[laughingpineapple]

Pyre, Tariq (& Celeste), traveling incognito in the Union

[laughingpineapple]

Ghost Trick, any, "Jowd no"

[(Anonymous)]

Any set in NYC, any, geographical/cultural fixit

(No alleys in Manhattan, no right on red, idk how the kids in Friends afforded those gorgeous huge apartments, everybody I've introduced King of New York to comments on how the board game puts Liberty Island on the wrong side of the harbor, stuff like that)

[laughingpineapple]

Twin Peaks, any, stacked donuts, twin donuts, tulpa donuts

[(Anonymous)]

Any set anywhere, any, geographical/cultural fixit

(See above)

[laughingpineapple]

Any, any, the worldly cave

[(Anonymous)]

Any, any, arguing over the correct version of something handed down via oral tradition

Heaven Official's Blessing, Xie Lian (& others), Admittedly it's less arguing and more complaining

[silverwill]

In the Mid-Autumn Festivals that followed, it became a tradition for the gods to find the best version of a play depicting their epic showdown against the Heavenly Emperor, and watch it together. In the early years, the plays were generally accurate in so far as mortals could understand the events that transpired that week, but as time went on, it became less about finding a good play, and more about finding an interesting one.

“What the heck is this? Since when was the human array set up on Mount Tonglu!”

“I don’t remember the Water Tyrant having an army of skeletal fish.”

“Lord Rain Master struggled against the rats and had to be rescued? Did General Pei commission this one?”

“Did His Highness really transform into a giant after a kiss from Crimson Rain and fight the Heavenly Capital one on one? Your Highness, can you do that?”

Xie Lian didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry.

[(Anonymous)]

Any, any, everything's worse with zombies

Obsidian & Blood, the High Priests & Teomitl

[notapaladin]

Quenami, showing the first shred of good sense he'd ever displayed in all the time Acatl had known him, was backing away. Unfortunately for him, he didn't do it fast enough, and the hand slamming against the wall next to his head was enough to stop him in his tracks. He swallowed visibly, clearly striving for calm. "I did say there might be side effects--"

Acatl was going to kill him. "He eats brains!"

"So?" Acamapichtli, alone among all of them, looked unruffled. "It's hardly as though the sacrifices are still going to be using theirs afterwards."

Acatl would probably need an extra pair of hands if he wanted to strangle both of them at once, and even if Teomitl would definitely help--his student had been looking both nauseous and horrified ever since he'd seen what they'd brought his brother back as--it would still cause too much trouble in the long run. Accordingly he stepped back, let Quenami act as though he hadn't just been publicly menaced by a man half a head shorter than him, and took a deep breath. "Right. Our Emperor eats brains. And we're just--just going to live with this, then, is that it?!"

"Not for long," Teomitl muttered.

Acatl thought about the star-demons. He thought about waiting; maybe Tizoc's reign would stabilize. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad.

Then he remembered what he'd seen in the Emperor's chambers, and hoped Teomitl would act quickly.

[(Anonymous)]

Any, any, gratuitous Latin