rthstewart | Three Sentence Ficathon 2022

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Three Sentence Ficathon 2022

This post is NOW CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS! PLEASE POST YOUR NEW PROMPTS HERE, IN POST 2! Do continue to fill prompts here but please put all new prompts in Post 2.

Welcome to the Three Sentence Ficathon!

Here's a Friending meme!

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 at bit after about 2 weeks and especially once we open a new post because this one is approaching 4,500 comments.
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.

Here's my attempt at a text box that might go horribly awry.

How long will it go?
The 3SF closes to new prompts on February 13, 2022. The entry stays open permanently and people post fills all year long. (There were a bunch of new posts to the 2021 3SF this week!)

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 (and much more). 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, protect yourself, 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 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.

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

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whoa that was so good

Any, the moment someone realizes the love triangle should be solved with a long-term triad/threesome

damn

This is what Minglan remembers from her childhood: flaunting her skills — pride, her mother’s death — sadness, Lin Qinshuang’s manipulations — anger, but above all else — fear.

Rong-jie’er is older than she was when her mother died, but still Minglan aches to gather her up in her arms and let her mourn her mother; no matter Manniang’s behavior, Rong-jie’er loves — loved — her.

Her son is too young to remember that night, but Minglan prays to every god she knows, please, please, O Merciful Ones, let Rong-jie’er’s memories be not stained with the memories of steel and fire and blood and death — do not let them be stained by fear.

Damn that hurt

Maybe: it is impossible for an unstoppable moose to exist in the same world as an immovable pelican.

Or maybe: it is inconceivable that an unstoppable moose exists in the same world as an immovable pelican.

Or maybe I should never have asked the question, thinks the muskrat.

Shaw let out an exasperated sigh. She could already imagine Reese’s laugh when he found out she and Root had been compromised by a thirteen-year-old.

Their number, who by all appearances seemed to be an innocent young girl with bright eyes and a father who’d gotten into some trouble with a local gang, had turned out to be a member of the gang and the true perpetrator of the crime.

Shaw and Root had been sent by Finch to protect her and secure the house while Reese tracked down the father, and they’d unknowingly interfered with the girl’s plans. They’d agreed to a game of hide-and-seek, and within seconds of closing their eyes the girl had somehow managed to crudely tie them to their chairs using a long iron chain she’d gotten from Machine-knows-where, facing back-to-back, and escaped out the front door. She’d even had the foresight to remove and crush both of their earpieces, a cheeky smile on her face the whole time.

(Shaw was beginning to hate children.)

It wasn’t like she couldn’t get out of the chains. It was just embarrassing, that a trained government operative and an assassin had been given the slip by a literal teenager. She twisted in the chains, trying to see if she could reach out with her hand to break part of it over the edge of her chair.

“Root, help me out here, will you? I’m not planning on being chained up in here forever.”

“I wouldn’t mind. It’s pretty cozy.” Root answered, ever the advocate of inappropriately-timed flirting. “Plus”, she added conspiratorially, “I bet we could have plenty of fun with these in our free time.” Shaw rolled her eyes even though she knew Root couldn’t see them and directed Root to the part of the chain she should pull. Root got pulled it taut and together, they moved it in a sudden jerking motion and broke one of the links against Shaw’s chair.

Shaw untangled the chains from around her and let them clatter to the floor. “Maybe after we track down our number.”

(i’m looking back at this and wow that was a lot more than i intended to write)

Edited 2022-01-20 07:05 (UTC)

OMFG A MINGLAN FILL!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL!!!! MINGLAN AND RONG'ER!!!!!!!

No, seriously, I love this so much!!! It encapsulates so perfectly Minglan's childhood, but despite her fears and negative experiences at home, she only ever wants to spare Rong-jie that!! I love love love this!!!

It was a lot easier to hate Paxton when he was just the dumb popular guy Devi picked over him, who was admittedly attractive but no substance beyond that and being the subject of Ben’s resentment.

That was until Paxton showed up at his bedroom window, rain-soaked, wanting to apologize even when it was Devi’s fault, not his, that Ben had been hurt.

It was a lot harder to hate him now when he’d invited Paxton over to play video games as a gesture of good will, and one thing had led to another, and suddenly video game controllers and Devi were long forgotten; there was only Paxton’s warm lips over his, soothing the chill of his perpetually empty house.

Edited 2022-01-20 07:17 (UTC)

Rain fell in steady sheets against the windows, bouncing off of the furniture sitting on the patio. Eliot wormed his way out of bed and watched as Alec and Parker registered his absence then moved into the warm spot he left behind.

Coffee grounds were added to the press before being doused with hot water and set aside to brew. By the time the pair joined him, a light breakfast was already in the works. Alec pressed a quick kiss to Eliot’s temple before moving around him to grab plates and cups. Parker dropped blankets on the sectional couch before joining both men at the island.

In the past, they would have been running a con, running around the world setting things right before setting off alone until the next job. They still ran jobs but now with more help than they ever could have imagined with just Nate and Sophie.

There was room carved out for days like this: breakfast on a rare Sunday off followed by couch snuggles and rain washing away the sins of the past.

Kaz omg. Him undressing while pretending Inej isn't even there feels so perfectly him, like the only way he could go about it - and he leaves the gloves for her. I am dead. Flawless, thank you!

“Foolish, foolish girl - he’ll only use you, corrupt you, make you into another of his monsters,” Baghra spits.

“Maybe,” Alina says, and studies Aleksander, her head cocked in an unconscious echo, the light in her blood thrumming, pulsing, longing to spill over onto his skin. “Or maybe I’ll make him mine,” she breathes, the words just for him; when she takes his hand in hers, neither of them blink.

She finds him high in the ruins of the Cair at twilight, his slight frame silhouetted against the deepening purple; for a moment, in the place where shadows meet, she sees the man he used to be, tall and lean and hungry.

Then Susan blinks, and Ed turns, the curve of his jaw soft still, his mouth - still growing out of sulkiness - set thin, just a boy once more.

“I don’t know,” he says, swiping impatiently at his eyes with the heel of his hand, “I suppose I thought this place would be forever,” and all she can do is fold too-small arms around him and whisper, “I know,” over and again.

Ha, yes! I love this.

This is funny and very Hondo!

This is so sweet! And I love how well it works with what we see in ROTJ.

Bittersweet and lovely! You capture Luke and Leia's relationship so well in so few words.

I didn't know I shipped this, but hey, you learn something new every day.

Very cute! Good for them boys.

"Fuck!" Ella was not expecting a mutant swan that acts like it comes straight out of hell on her trip to nice, peaceful Canada. Obviously, it wasn't that peaceful the last time she was here, what with the car chase and all, but - less guns! It's quite a lot better for her paranoia, when it can be assumed that nowhere near as many civilians are armed.
And shit, but the goose is still chasing her, all across the damn park! Bloody evil creatures.

This is so sweet! Of course young Leia wants to meet Fulcrum. And of course Ahsoka can't help but try to reach out to her. Loved this!

"We'll be as sisters," Margaery had told her. It's true that a marriage to a son of Highgarden will give her the Tyrells as good-family, but Sansa will never give up her own sister. Arya was wild and disobedient and she might be dead in the war or she might have escaped somehow but she's free, free as a bird, more free than Sansa is ever likely to be.

It’s stupid, but he likes to sit outside the Sanctum now - some tangled-up little-kid part of him thinking that if anyone’s gonna remember him, it’ll be the wizards.

And there’s one day where he thinks, just for a minute, that it might have worked, when Stephen - Dr Strange, that is - stands in the doorway and that funny cape of his freezes and then gives a wild tug, like it’s one of those dogs that points at things.

Peter can’t help it - it runs through his head like a mantra, please please please - and he holds his breath, waiting for Dr Strange to turn his way, to really see him - but no, he just furrows his brow, tosses off a really stilted wave, and says, “Hi, Spider-man,” before muttering, “What’s gotten into you?” to, by all appearances, his cape and disappearing once more behind the door; Peter webs his way back to Queens, and does not return.

Bond is used to reading the inventive stories Moneypenny writes up to put out to cover his missions. Things that are, at times, just on the edge of unbelievable. Which eventually lead to conspiracy theories.

Elliot Carver falling off of his & yacht and presumed dead gave rise to several. Partying with highly-place people, designer drugs, & prostitutes. The stories make the rounds of pubs, news stands & chip shops.

Bond in an old Barbour jacket with the collar turned up & a tweed flat cap pulled low on his forehead always reacted with surprise at the stories and added fuel to the fire; "Really? Well, the way I heard it...."

Nothing can touch her here, high in the crow’s nest, looking down over wave after wave, spilling away into the horizon, endless and surging, carrying her inexorably onwards.

Sometimes she spreads her arms, tips her head back for the fun of it, for the pleasure of letting the wind run through her hair, its fingers safe, gentle, playful; sometimes the sea rages, and throws down pelting rain in her face, winds whipping her hair in stinging strands across her skin, and maybe she likes that just as well, looking up into a sky cut by brilliant lighting and laughing.

And if the lightning’s flash and its constant companion thunder remind her of Jesper and Wylan, if the waves’ buoyant energy brings Nina to mind, if the wind’s phantom touch reminds her of Kaz and his skin that always, always seemed just a breath from hers, there’s no one to know it but her, and the sea, and the endless sky.

The Soldat feels nothing; he stares at his metal arm and admires the congealing blood coating the bullet silver. Within the peripherals of his vision, a body lays discarded and broken like a doll at his feet. He cares little for it; he stares at the tight fist of Hydra as blood pools and drips from his unbroken lifelines. Another mission, completed.

When the Soldat disappears, tucking himself back into his cage, Bucky steps forward, his metal arm shaking like a feather being battered back and forth by the storm’s fiercest winds, and he drops to his bruised knees and sobs. He stares down at his left hand, the glittering, shiny metal covered and dripping in dark red blood. Another counter mission failed.

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Three Sentence Ficathon 2022

Re: So Bitter and So Beautiful (S&B, The Darkling/Alina)

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Re: Magic Tree House

The Story of Minglan

Re: Childhood Tastes Like Melons

What happens when an unstoppable moose meets an immovable pelican?

Person of Interest, Root/Shaw - Chains

Re: The Story of Minglan

Never Have I Ever, Ben/Paxton

leverage, parker/hardison/eliot, silence: Still Point

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If I Could Go Back in Time (S&B, Darklina)

This Is Not Forever (Narnia, Susan & Edmund)

Re: In the end, Death comes for Susan Pevensies. Just not the way she thought it would.

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Re: Star Wars, Luke & Leia

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Re: Never Have I Ever, Ben/Paxton

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Chase the Memory of it Still ( Peter & Dr Strange, post No Way Home)

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Safety First, Don’t Push (SoC, Inej (/Kaz maybe?)

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