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

[(Anonymous)]

any, any, "What are you doing?" "I lost a screw."

Transformers G1, Rodimus & First Aid, in which First Aid probably needs a nap

[raisedbymoogles]

Rodimus lifted his helm off the medbay berth to frown at the space where his medic was supposed to be. "'Aid, just use another screw."

"I can't," came the answer from somewhere near the floor, "I can't do that, imagine if you fell somewhere no one could find you and you just stayed there!"

[(Anonymous)]

Person of Interest, any, books

[smallhobbit]

John Reese was worried; he hadn't heard from Finch all day, and although he was confident he would have done had there been a number, it was still unusual for him not to contact him at all. He burst into the apartment, only to find Finch sitting in his armchair with apparently not a care in the world.

At that moment, Finch looked up and said, "Hello, Mr Reese, please don't look so worried, I've been engrossed in my book all day, desperate to find out whodunnit."

[(Anonymous)]

Person of Interest, Harold + any, flowers

[smallhobbit]

John Reese half sat up in his bed, looked with some surprise as Finch entered the room, bearing a large bunch of flowers, and said, "Why, Harold, I didn't know you cared that much."

"I don't," Finch said with a rueful smile, "but Bear knocked over a whole bucket of flowers as we were on our way to see you, so I felt obliged to pay for them. And yes, I do believe he did it deliberately!"

[(Anonymous)]

Person of Interest, Root & Machine, jealousy

[chibifukurou]

Root loves the Machine, her God, her savior, her purpose, but deep inside, in the parts of herself she tried to excise she hates the machine as well. Why does she have to be trapped in this world of humans, bad code and loss, forced to learn slowly and carefully how to change herself? Why can she not live in the glittering and every perfecting world of the machine?

LoTR/HP, Gandalf and Aberforth Dumbledore, Experimental Charms

[jjhunter]

Lord of the Rings/Harry Potter, Gandalf & Aberforth Dumbledore, Experimental Charms

Re: LoTR/HP, Gandalf and Aberforth Dumbledore, Experimental Charms

[elementalraven]

The Grey Wizard and the Hog’s Head Inn Barman weren’t sure how, exactly, they managed to cross over worlds to see each other, but ever since their first meeting they had hit it off with their shared love of fireworks (Gandalf had shown Aberforth some of his best inventions and in turn Aberforth had gifted Gandalf a couple of prime Weasley Wizarding Wheezes) and their dislike of arrogant fools.

Two arrogant fools, in particular, were the source of most of their complaints, and in fact they had complained about them so often that eventually they decided to do something about them (after all, Aberforth told Gandalf, those fools might be too powerful for them on their own, but he bet together they could really give them a taste of their own potion).

So here they were, in a room filled to the brim with drawing boards and bubbling cauldrons and discarded papers, trying to come up with the perfect charm to really stick it to those old wizards, until finally Gandalf selected one piece of parchment with a curious diagram scribbled on it and planted it in front of Aberforth.

They exchanged devious smiles and Aberforth cackled: they found it.

Any, Any, First Trip Alone

[jjhunter]

Any, Any, First Trip Alone

Stargate Atlantis, Torren, Outward Bound

[ladyjax]

Torren rolled his shoulders and adjusted his pack accordingly. The thick sweater and traditional Athosian-style boots Teyla had pressed on him were a familiar comfort as were the tactical pants gifted to him by John and the knife from Ronon. Rodney’s contribution was a small notebook filled with all sorts of physics lessons that Torren could complete while he was traveling.

He slipped the notebook into a small pocket of his travel journal and tucked it into a pouch hanging from his waist. All around Torren, the city hummed with life and the gate room was as busy as ever. He looked over to where AR-5 were doing a final check of their equipment before turning his attention back to his family. “We are so proud of you,” Teyla said as she hugged him tightly. John took her place when she stepped back.

“Check in when you can,” John said. “I will,” Torren replied. The gate opened and he followed AR-5 towards the event horizon; he’d travel with them to New Athos before setting off on his own. Turning back one last time, he saw Teyla, John, Ronon and Rodney standing on the gate room stairs. Chuck waved to him from his station. He raised a hand in farewell, then stepped through the gate.

[(Anonymous)]

Spinning Silver (Naomi Novik), Irina and her father, change of plans

[elementalraven]

The Hunger games, prim & rue, what if rue had won the hunger games

Greater Love Hath No Woman

[edenfalling]

"Thank you for trying to save Katniss," says the pale girl, Rue's own age, with crack-skinned, dirt-nailed fingers and the air of a transplanted seedling struggling to survive.

"You were lucky to have her as your sister," Rue says, extending her manicured hands and offering the fragile, glass-shard smile she's worn since Haymitch and her own sponsor told her the Capital was growing tired of her grief, that it was good to be a little forlorn (a childhood tragedy always goes down well) but better to seem bright and hopeful, to gloss over the truth that she was merely the latest in a long line of child slaves and sacrifices -- and, sore-hearted and sore-boned, facing the other girl Katniss died to save, blurts out despite the need to watch her tongue, "I wished she could have been mine, too."

"You can be mine instead," says the pale girl -- Prim, Katniss said her name was; whispered it in the night, too soft for cameras or microphones to catch, as if to give the Capital her name might somehow give them more power over her than they already had -- and as she pulls Rue into a hug (the first unfaked, unconditional human touch Rue's felt since Katniss died), Rue thinks to herself, Katniss died so we could live; I will die so no one will ever have to make her choice again.

[elementalraven]

The Hunger games, any, what if the rebellion had had a different spark

[elementalraven]

The Hunger games/any, any, a crossover

Hunger, Sated (crossover with the Magnus Archives)

[edenfalling]

The Games are a rich feast for all the powers: the Eye, for the knowledge that the entire world is watching, judging your every action and word; the Web for the loss of agency that snares each Tribute in their own personal tangle of inevitability; the Hunt, the Slaughter, the Desolation, the End -- so obvious as to need no elaboration.

The Vast and the Buried claim their tithe in the various obstacles wrought by the Gamemakers, the Corruption and the Flesh in the twisted mockeries of natural creatures set upon the Tributes, the Stranger in the swoop and betrayal of alliances and the Capitol's blithe denial of the Tributes' humanity, the Spiral in the boiling, itching knowledge that this entire system is mad and makes no sense and yet the Capitol can't see the injustice (to say nothing of the casual way geography is rearranged at whim).

The Lonely seeps into each Tribute's heart in turn, twines around their ankles and weighs them down with the stark knowledge that even if they survive, not even other Victors will truly be able to share in their pain... and the Dark? The Dark is both savior and most perilous of all, for just as it shelters the dying children from their tormentors' eyes, each close of the curtains brings new horrors forth to glut upon their fear.

[elementalraven]

The Hunger games, haymitch, the origin story

[elementalraven]

the hunger games, katniss, any

[sidhehound]

any, any, instead of flowers or chocolates, character gives/receives very ornate knife as a valentine's gift.

Obsidian & Blood, Acatl/Teomitl

[notapaladin]

(("but 1480s Tenochtitlan didn't have valentines--" shhh. shhhhh. we are ignoring that here))

(reference: sharp and pointy obsidian dragon thingie!)

The carved obsidian takes the form of one of Quetzalcoatl's feathered serpents, with its fanged head swallowing the hilt and the feathers picked out in delicate spines along the edges; it was dug up from Teotihuacan centuries ago, and it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. He can't imagine ever using it in combat.

Teomitl presses it into his hands, face red, and mutters, "You said you wanted practical gifts, didn't you? I thought you'd--well. I thought this would please you--unless it doesn't, and you want something else--"

He stops his lover's mouth with a long, sweet kiss, and when they pull apart they're both smiling. "I love it."

[galadryels]

any, any, murder walk

Obsidian & Blood, Teomitl

[notapaladin]

Teomitl is not yet Master of the House of Darts, not yet keeper of Tenochtitlan's armory--he's just another one of the dead Emperor's dozens of brothers, with only a few prisoners to his name and no great claims to glory--but when he strides through the palace halls, the courtiers and servants and slaves scatter out of his way like quail before the hunter's footsteps. He does not look around. His limbs do not tremble. His eyes are clear, though they burn with rage.

(The smart thing to do would be to run--to rescue Acatl-tzin and Nezahual-tzin and his valuables, to flee somewhere they can take refuge until Tizoc's paranoid rage subsides. But Acatl-tzin is not here, and he's not feeling especially smart at the moment.)

His brother--the man who will be Emperor, once their brother's funeral is over--has the nerve to look surprised to see him. He rises from his mat, eyes narrowed, and demands, "What are you doing--"

"Acatl isn't the one you should worry about betraying you," Teomitl says.

Tizoc's blood splatters his hands, his cloak, his face--and he smiles. And thinks, with some relief, There. Now we're safe.

[galadryels]

any, any, I didn't say that

(your choice of where emphasis is laid)

Word and Deed (The Magnus Archives)

[edenfalling]

"I didn't say I thought your love was some kind of-- of manipulation or mistake!" Martin shouted, waving his hands through the bitter exhaust fumes that clung and insinuated their way through every permeable inch of this domain. "I may have thought it, but intrusive thoughts are a thing, and anyway, it's what we choose to do and say that really matters, much more than a passing blip of neurons that was probably born as much of my own trauma -- and-- and see, you've got me admitting that I have trauma! out loud! where any passerby could overhear! -- and if that kind of trust doesn't tell you how much I know you care, regardless of what may or may not pass through my brain now and then, I don't know what possibly could."

Jon hugged him, both because Martin was right that actions mattered, and because it was easier than trying to translate his jumbled maelstrom of guilt and apology and love into coherent words.

[astrogirl]

Doctor Who, the TARDIS, perceptions of Time

[chibifukurou]

Entering the time stream is slipping into a comfortable warm bath. It is home and safe harbor, where she is the most herself, free of chameleon circuits and the shackles of linear time and the limitations of perceivable space. Time outside the stream is weighty and cold, every year that passes outside of the steam feels like a decade, until she feels tired and old and can barely get the energy to start traveling again.

[astrogirl]

Good Omens, any, a baby

Anathema/Newt, Agnes

[mad_madam_m]

Anathema lay on the bed, exhausted from far too many hours of labor; Newt stood beside her, holding a small squalling infant with a look on his face somewhere between awed, fond, and terrified.

"I know we talked about it," he said quietly, "but I was thinking...maybe we ought to call her Agnes. If that's all right with you."

Anathema smiled up at him; with a name like that, their daughter would undoubtedly cause trouble—then again, given her parents, she'd be causing trouble no matter what her name ended up being. "Yeah. I'm okay with that."

[galadryels]

Tom Holland!Spider-Man, MJ, noticing him noticing you

[ravenlilyrose]

Good Omens, Warlock, in need of a book

[astrogirl]

There aren't any books in the Dowlings' house, until, miraculously, there are: shelves and shelves of children's books featuring a world filled with wonder and excitement and beauty, young protagonists who choose their own paths, and endings where goodness prevails and everyone lives happily ever after. The Antichrist needs such stories, if he is to be fully, enthusiastically human.

And Warlock, born into a house with no books, may need them even more.

[ravenlilyrose]

Good Omens, Warlock, therapy

[(Anonymous)]

Avatar: The Last Airbender, Toph + Bumi, the epic match for ultimate bragging rights

[(Anonymous)]

Avatar: The Last Airbender, the cabbage seller*, selling snacks** at the above EPIC BATTLE

* Who may or may not be a CMOT expy

** CABBAGE snacks

[(Anonymous)]

Avatar: The Last Airbender, Boomerang/Boomer Aang, their own epic battle

[(Anonymous)]

Any, any, Kintsugi - either literally or as a metaphor

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kintsugi

Obsidian & Blood, Acatl & Teomitl

[notapaladin]

"I'll think of something," Teomitl says with confidence he doesn't quite feel (gods, he fucked up, he fucked up, and how Acatl can stand before him and offer him food and say there's no need for apologies he doesn't know--he'd worn his full battle dress on the distinct chance of his former teacher just punching him in the teeth--), but then he smiles, and Acatl smiles back, and it's so hesitant and genuine and real that he has to look away and make some comment on how the city looks stretched out below them.

Honestly, he barely even sees the city, only registering the canals by the glare of the sunset on the water. His mind is too full of all the ways he'd erred (he'd been so arrogant, so impatient, so sure that he knew best and that this was the only way for him to earn respect even when Mihmatini and Acatl tried to warn him, and it had taken his wife all but holding a knife to his throat to realize he was about to do something irreparable--gods, gods, his sister Chalchiuhnenetl had wanted him to kill her, kill them all) and all he can think is that he must have broken things, that he can't understand how Acatl could forgive him (could respect him even when he wasn't Emperor--as one man to another, he'd said, and it had made Teomitl's stone heart melt) when he can barely forgive himself.

But he turns his face back to the temple steps and Acatl is looking at him like he is the dawn on the first morning of the Fifth World, and sometimes when things break they heal stronger.

[(Anonymous)]

Doctor Who, Thirteenth Doctor, Ryan, Graham, Yasmin, Good bye, fam (it was the first time I remembered they chose to say good bye to me)