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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"It's just my friends, again," Keisuke waved it off, "they've been asking me to come hang out with them tonight, but since I've got you here I don't want to, you know?"

". . .do you not want to let them meet me? To . . . to admit to me?" Kin asked, fingers knotting before himself, and Keisuke froze, eyes widening; Kin didn't sound angry or even leading - the way Junro most certainly would have - he sounded . . . distressed.

"Oh fuck! No, I mean- Of course not!" Keisuke assured him, grabbing for the phone an instant before it started to ring again. "We can go out with them if it's what you want! You wanna meet them?" he asked, and a little smile bloomed on Kin's pretty face as he looked up at Keisuke.

Orochimaru had barely woken up enough to be sure where he was - quiet, calm, smelltaste of ink and paper and steel; a study but not his mother's - when warm hands brushed over his arm and shoulder.

"Oh, come here, snakelet," Madara soothed, and Orochimaru curled up tight, sniffling, as Madara lifted Orochimaru into his lap and rocked him, "I'm sorry."

Orochimaru soaked up the offered warmth and comfort, but- "I miss my Mama." he confided into Madara's chest, turning his face into Madara's shirt and trying not to remember being handed his mother's hitai-ate, thick with the smelltaste of blood and fear and venom.

Awww! <3

". . .how many strays do you feed?"

Galo jumped, turning to find his boyfriend leaning in the balcony doorway, arms crossed, a little smile playing across his lips; Pineapple butted against the back of Galo's hand when he paused too long, and he ducked his head and returned to petting her - the little dish of kibble was set out for her, but she'd eat only when she'd gotten enough attention, he knew.

"Just, um . . . the ones that . . . need it?" Galo said, realising he didn't actually keep track of the number - he knew all their names and their favourite foods and places to be scritched and . . . there might be more than ten, now.

Lio would absolutely feed strays as well, naturally. Also all of Galo's strays are named after pizza toppings.

Edited 2022-01-21 11:40 (UTC)

I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Oh this is brilliant! ♡

Jareth came awake to the ripple of the Labyrinth's magic surging, almost dizzy as it swept over him, urging him even as he reached out to find. . .

Sarah.

Jareth smiled as the Labyrinth's magic rose again, all but singing with glee; he'd known his Queen would return, and however long she made him wait - however it ached - would be little more than a heartbeat to one of his kind, in all his impatience, aching for her to come to him freely, as he'd offered himself to her.

Kakashi ;_;

"Yeah! Run!" Keisuke shouted, laughing; damn, he loved-

"Eep!" Kin clung to his arm, almost hiding behind his shoulder; Keisuke frowned, craning his neck to try and get a look at his boyfriend, but all he could see was Kin's long hair and wide . . . very wet . . . eyes.

Keisuke reached for the remote, switching off the movie, feeling bad. "Are you all right, baby?" he asked, and Kin sniffled and clung a little tighter, shivers running through him.

"Why- why were they doing something so horrible?" Kin asked in a tiny voice, lifting his head just enough to turn a confused and distressed look up at Keisuke. He scooped Kin into his lap and resigned himself, as Kin burrowed under his chin, to explaining horror movies . . . and probably to not watching anything at all scary for a while.

Fallen rocks broke the tumult of humans who leapt
From the tower as it crumbled, crying out
At first in one voice and then in many
As their shared tongue shattered under
The weight of pride, arrogance, desire
Or, perhaps, hope,
Hope they could clamber up to the level of angels, but,
Instead, found themselves harried by winds as Satan was,
Before he landed in the fiery gulf, and who,
Now sat, as an ape, on the nearby cliff,
Flung pebbles amongst God's wrath
And, huffing with laughter, spoke:—
"THESE are the Almighty's darling children
For whom we gave up our heavenly peace
Rather than consider above us, and right we were
To do so, to strive to prove,
Although we were sorely smitted for striving,
They were not worth our honour and love; while I,
With bared teeth, give them a mote of admiration
For taking their base, heavy bodies
To try and shake, nay, tremble the heavenly throne,
My mirth comes most from hearing their speech falter
And lose the co-conspiratorial nature our's still has, O Belial,
That allows even in such different forms, I this meddlesome,
Limb'ed beast and you that slow and slimy creature
Whomst carries his bed wherever he goes,
Us to converse and share perverse joy
In the inevitable loss of love for the humans
That must come following this:
Their latest attempt at defying the will of God."
BELIAL slid forward slightly
On his single foot and, slipping
Into his shell so his head just peered out,
So as not to get too much dust on him to clean off later,
Observed the humans, those who had survived
The collapse of Babel, try and communicate, first
Through the failure of their fragmented speech and then,
Turning to scrawling with sticks in the mud
Like the babes they were,
Also finding their writing systems had been flung,
Like fractals, far
From the original shared letters, staggering
Into what we would recognise as
The graphemes of Catherine the Great, Xerxes of the Achaemenid Empire,
Solomon of Israel, and Leonidas of Sparta, and sighed:—
"DO not doubt that I also take joy
In the hardships inflicted on these unworthy usurpers
Of our hierarchy, as I naturally have no desire
To see them in a happier state than we,
Taking such lowly forms to observe, and
It is rightly their lot to be, like we were,
Scattered and dispersed, but
I do have a fear this will make it harder
For us to twist their desires back on them,
Like letting a dog catch its own tail so it bites it,
Because we will all have to learn these new languages
And writing systems, and,
Although I will do so should it please you, O Satan,
I do not have the constitution for such a task
And have no desire to learn of the Greek, or other, alphabets."
OUR Adversary stopped huffing at the humans and,
Turning his attention to his companion,
Last to enter Pandaemonium, last to volunteer for action,
First to tempt others into fulfilling his lewd
Wishes and besmirching their souls without his lifting a finger,
For he was the epitome of sloth and vice,
Only stirred to make a move at the fear of
Pain or the desire to ruin others,
Picked him up and hurled his
Indolent snail-form off the cliff
So it cracked against the crumpled tower below:—
"DEAREST companion, lover of vice,
Loafing little prick,
I will devise a plan, just to please you,
For am I not so gracious as to help my compatriots, so
All humans will someday learn the entire Greek alphabet,
Whether they have interest to or not."

((I have made the judicial call that :—, which Milton uses to illustrate the start of speech, does not mark the end of a sentence))

Bravo! Bravo! *claps enthusiastically*

"Xiao Jiu," Yue Qingyuan breathed, looking like he was having a religious experience and not watching his shidi potentially cause a diplomatic incident by dressing down a member of another sect. "Marry me."

Shen Qingqiu, who had opened his mouth to protest the familiar nickname, was left gaping like a fish. Surely the sect leader wasn't serious??

STILL NOT UGLY THOUGH!!
I recently learnt in this Andrew Garfield renaissance that he was considered for Caspian, and would have loved to see that. This is great!!!

I have replaced the plums that I took from the icebox,

so you can still have some for breakfast.

I hope they are as good.

As sweet, as cold.

<3 Lovely!

Thank you :)

so sweet **

doesnt even know what a good husband its missing out on!

Thank you! I don't know why this is what the prompt made me think of, but I'm glad you enjoyed it

Thank you! This book gives me all the feels! <3

whoops I think I misread the prompt but here it is anyway:

Mind you, they’re still unbearable, still get him the full “thrashing plus cold sweat plus transcendent contact with the absolute void underneath existence” combo. The abridged version (for naps and night shifts) is Kim limp and breathless after a gunshot they could not see, his blood covering Harry’s hands and mouth (somehow) like it’s the only living, warm touch they’ll ever share, and Harry cups his hands to hold these last remains and cries until this last kindness, too, trembles and fades into a distant roar, then nothingness.
But these days, Harry’s nightmares are scenes from a life that did not happen; the waking hours that await him will be fuller and warmer than those lonely shadows, and there’s comfort to be found in this.

Achilles awoke, weeping, from a dream where Patroclus' shade demanded to be sent to Hades.

How could he let Patroclus go and lose everything that made up a life together: fighting side by side, lying side by side afterwards, the scent of him, the taste of him, licking the sweat from his chest and the wine from his lips, the sound of his laughter, the sound of his weeping, the sound of his singing, his hardness and his soft skin, the sun shining on his brass helmet and the moon shining on his face, feasting and games, mourning the death of friends, celebrating the birth of sons, a mosaic of moments that make up a life.

Soon their bones would be buried together and crumble under the inexorable weight of time; would the bards remember and celebrate them, or would they fade from the world completely?

Thank you!!!!

It's during a battle when his mind turns to his family, wishing for aid that will never come, but Salazar can only wallow in his grief in the quiet moments. He misses his wives, brilliant magicians born all through the centuries. His children and his students, determined and cunning and true in the defence of Hogewáþ and their respective homes, including his own of Castile and Ipuzko. And most of all, Salazar is lacking of his brother, likely the only one of his house left to him, trapped in a magical working that was meant to be but which guarantees no success at its end. One day, though, he will return to his school and have his family beside him once more.

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Three Sentence Ficathon 2022

Meet the Friends (Kingyou Hime; Keisuke/Kingyou-kun)

Grieving Serpent (Naruto; Madara & Orochimaru)

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Soft Heart (Promare; GaloLio)

no subject

no subject

Coming Home (Labyrinth; Jareth/Sarah)

Re: Wounded Heart (Naruto; Kakashi & Team 7)

Easily Alarmed (Kingyou Hime; Keisuke/Kingyou-kun)

Paradise Lost, Satan&Belial, I have no interest in learning the rest of the Greek alphabet

Re: Paradise Lost, Satan&Belial, I have no interest in learning the rest of the Greek alphabet

Impromptu (Scum Villain's Self Saving System, Original Shen Qingqiu/Yue Qingyuan)

Re: Narnia Films, Barnes!Caspian & Garfield!Caspian

This is just to say

Re: This is just to say

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Re: A portrait (Imre: A memorandum, Oswald).

Re: im sorry

Re: Paradise Lost, Satan&Belial, I have no interest in learning the rest of the Greek alphabet

Re: A portrait (Imre: A memorandum, Oswald).

Disco Elysium, Harry/Kim

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Re: Narnia Films, Barnes!Caspian & Garfield!Caspian

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