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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the game started it by making me emotional about Leshy ;_; granpa just wants to play card games!!

"This is ridiculous! I don't need a babysitter!"

"Zelda, please..."

"No dad, I'm seventeen! I'm old enough to be by myself!"

"But I'll be away the whole week, and you have school."

"Ugh! Stop treating me like some helpless kid, would you? Why can't Aunt Urbosa stay with me?"

"Because she and your mother are having their anniversary trip. Zelda, can't you at least meet them?"

"...Fine."

Okay so one point in the guy's favor, they drove in on a motorcycle. Zelda knew that her dad probably told them to take Zelda to school and, based on his pained expression, did not expect it to be on a bike. If she had to do this, then at least she could get some fun out of it!

"Link." her dad said, strained.

Link took off their helmet, shaking out their hair like Lucy Liu. Okay, they did look kinda cool.

"This is Zelda, my daughter."

Instead of talking, Link just threw a leg over the bike and raised a hand casually when approaching. Not the usual minder to squeak over how 'cute' she was, so that was another point in not being totally insufferable.

Her dad talked at Link for a bit, giving them contact information and stuff, and then he went inside to finish packing and 'let them get acquainted'.

Zelda sized them up. The riding leathers were pretty okay, even if the embroidery was edging too close to three wolf moon for her tastes. They had also put on the dweebiest stocking cap after putting the helmet down. Just where had her dad dug up this dork? She crossed her arms and snorted, unimpressed.

"Are you even eighteen? I shouldn't even need you, this is totally stupid."

Yes she heard this Link weirdo was 22, and no she wasn't going to let them have an easy time of it either. They even just nodded and smiled like it was a big dumb joke!

"Heard yer good at science. Ever cut up a frog?"

Ugh. Here it comes. wooow you're so smaaaart what college do you want to go tooo "In high school science? Yeah. I've dissected a frog."

"Wanna cut up something bigger?"

Zelda tried not to sound excited, but! "Like what?"

"Bought a chicken, you cut it up and we can have dinner after."

Holy shit holy shit thank you goddesses it wasn't a pig fetus but it was still something bigger! With her dad pushing her away from a bio major Zelda was worried she'd never get to college level dissection!

"Okay, that's pretty cool I guess."

Link beamed and Zelda though maybe this week wouldn't be a total trainwreck after all.

(Link only started a small fire from a sodium accident. They both immediately agreed not to tell Zelda's father).

I have never actually seen/read Hamlet, but oh my god this is super cool and interesting! I love it!

This is a beautiful thing :)

Aravis names him Rahmat, and he grows up to be the splitting image of her brother in all but expression. In no time at all, even the fiercest of Aravis’ slanderers fall silent, for there is no questioning the piercing dark eyes that instantly recall Rabadash Tisroc’s lineage — nor the way his brows draw together when he is angry, or the brightness in his delighted smile (so rare and twisted in Rabadash, but so purely joyful in Rahmat).

Rahmat grows up, and for a long time does not question the miracle of his birth, nor the tale of Aravis Tisroc, builder of bridges, bearer of the child of two Tisrocs, who rode pregnant into battle. Yet he notices the silence from his mother when his father is mentioned, the stormy glare in his Uncle Khalid’s eyes, the way his Uncle Ishamiel steers the conversation away.

A Prince in his position cannot be raised to be naive, and so he learns of the cruelty of child marriages, of the depravity-clothed-in-luxury that once ran rampant in his palace, of the inhuman practices still practiced outside of Tashbaan. Aravis Tisroc allows him to hear every testimony, even from a young age, that he may learn of the plight of his subjects and take part in its resolution. He hears every account, that is, but his mother’s own.

Still, it is not until he is nearly a man, in conversation with his cousins, that he comprehends the terrible truth of his parentage—of his mother’s age upon marriage, and the conditions in which he must have been conceived.

For many months, riding through deserts and gorges among people who do not know him on mission after mission in the Tisroc’s name, Prince Rahmat wonders how many times he has been his mother’s tormentor—his every childish glare and thoughtless comment a reflection of his father’s violence, his very existence the unwanted souvenir of the darkest years of his mother’s life. He wonders at the pain he has caused, and at how he may take it away, and it is so burdened that he returns to Tashbaan—victorious in name but ashamed at heart.

But now, wandering the palace with an adult’s eyes, he accidentally catches a glimpse of his mother’s private quarters—of the long fingers threading through her hair and cradling her cheek, of the low murmur of a Tarkaan’s voice, of how a kiss the Tarkaan presses to the corner of her mouth prompts laughter so carefree that it may have belonged to a girl. It is a glimpse of love, born in the greatest adversity and sustained in secret over nearly two decades—a love that raised Rahmat, too.

It is only then that he sees in himself what his mother has always seen: that the dark fire in his eyes is not cruel, but impassioned; that his brows do not hold a shadow of violence, but stubborn intelligence; and that his smile is not the descendent of a depraved Tisroc’s delight—but the offshoot of a rare blossom none but Khalid Tarkaan’s closest are permitted to see.

Wade pulls off his mask and brings the comic book closer to his face.

"What the shit on a cracker crap nonsense is this... 'Nessa, you never told me you could shapeshift into even hotter forms... like Bea Arthur!"

He tosses the comic behind him and throws himself back down on Vanessa while screaming "do it" over and over again.

"It is not," Reepicheep exclaimed, springing forwards a swift slash of his sword every couple of words, "even remotely appropriate," again, another slash, "to address a Queen of Narnia in such terms!"

"My apologies!" the pirate called out, cheerfully attempting to drop buckets, fruit, and coils of rope on the Mouse, in lieu of an actual weapon. "In my defense, I was not aware the blasted rats could hear me! And," he added, waving accusatory fingers at the Mouse, the ship, and the entire Eastern Sea, "all this might just be the result of particularly good rum on a particularly hot island for a particularly long time. In which case," he dodged a masterful maneuver of Reepicheep's sword, "if you're actually a bonny lass, luv, let's make up and make do, savvy?"

With a cry of rage, the Mouse sprang forward again.

Ron doesn't understand the half of it, really. He doesn't understand the carols, or the star at the top of the tree, or whatever Box Day is and what one does on that day. He tries to do some research (with help from his dad) about what Red Nose Day is and if he, too, ought to paint his nose red, but only ends up feeling more confused.

"We can just spend Christmas at your family's," Hermione says helpfully, sounding rather amused as he tries to get his head around the Queen's speech. "We can see my parents for New Year's."

"No," Ron refuses, dropping the page he's been reading from and pulling her onto his lap. "This year, the Granger-Weasleys will do it all: sweaters, crackers, carols, and red noses. Muggle fun and normal fun."

He winces a little at his own slip-up, but Hermione is too busy kissing him to notice.

HOLY HELL THIS IS AMAZING, i love the set up, the tension, the MASSIVE amount of unspoken vibes packed into the quotation marks around the word "friend". I'm dying. Naomi will flip!!

Also lmao he peaced out and didn't pay for his id, i can't at how hilarious this is. Mommy's gotta pay the bill lmaooo

thank you very much! in the AU everyone in the main cast multiclasses because they have so many different aspects to them, and it's about learning to live a full life that nourishes all parts of themselves, and not just a one dimensional view everyone else has of them.

Yay! :D

NASIM. This is such a gorgeous little piece, after our convo about Dad!Khalid last night. Rahmat is such a sweetheart - the way he worries about Aravis and his parentage as he grows up is so touching, and the little details (Khalid being 'stormy!' Ishamiel changing the subject (does he know?!? or does he just know Aravis doesn't want to think about Rabadash...)) of his expressions and upbringing just make it better.

AND THEN HE COMES BACK AND CATCHES THEM and oh my, I adore it. The way it changes everything about himself in his eyes to see Khalid there instead of Rabadash-!! MY HEART. What a sweet, glorious little might-have-been this is.

Thank you! I stole the background (aside from the Owl, though I do think owls would make good messengers in winter forests) from some previous stories, because reinventing the wheel is hard. *wry*

hee, awesome!

Ha, love this! Ron's trying so hard...

Love how they play off each other!

I love how you characterized Doran - he's got so much pain, but he expresses it in a very different way than Oberyn and much of the rest of Dorne, and above all he wants to preserve Dorne and its people as best he can.

Iko sighed, playing with one long blue braid of her hair, and confessed, “I feel so…useless.” It was the worst thing an android could feel, this itch to be up and doing something to help, to be of service to her family.

“Don’t worry about that,” Cinder told her. “We’re happy just to have you here with us while we strategize. Besides,” she added, “no one has as sophisticated of a fashion sense as you. We’re going to need you to help us sneak into the palace as party guests.”

Iko squealed with delight and spun around, already picturing the eccentric extravagant costumes the crew would need to have arranged. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun.”

A mermaid, Patty thinks as she watches Allison’s blond hair sink underwater and rise up again, along with a luminescent tail in a color that reminds Patty of dragon scales.

But what kind of mermaid has sharp teeth like glass shards when she smiles and sinks them into her husband’s neck?

I’m going to kill Kevin, Allison had said; this is not the way she expected her to follow through.

i love the phrase “glimpse of a glimmering tale”, that alliteration is nice /gen

Luke wavered between four bouquets in the shop, unsure of what to bring his girlfriend—- bright orange carnations, elegant white Easter lilies, pink stargazer lilies, or the classic red roses.

“Oh, come on,” Ryan said, rolling her eyes at his indecision. “Mary will love whatever you give her.” Her smile turned cheeky. “Unless it’s poison ivy.”

Luke glared at her and picked up the stargazer lilies.

🤣

It doesn’t matter what her name is—- as long as Lena is connected to Lex, she’ll forever be scorned by the world and blamed for her brother’s horrific deeds.

Kara says Lena Luthor like a prayer, like it’s coveted; looks into Lena’s eyes and sees through, believes her a when she says she’s not like her family.

When Lena asks her about it, Kara merely tells her, “You’re my friend. I believe in you.”

“I’m an immortal god. I don’t need to eat.”

The humans push a plate towards her; she aims a pronounced eye roll at them, but she picks up a slice of the dark brown bread-like substance and puts it in her mouth anyway.

It’s soft as a cloud and perfectly moist, with a thin layer of buttercream frosting, something so delicately sweet it must be from heaven, and she decides, maybe humans aren’t so bad.

“Luz,” Amity giggled, “there’s a butterfly on your nose.”

“Where?” Luz stumbled and tripped backward, startling the bright blue creature and making it flying away.

“It’s gone now, but it was right…here.” Amity presses her lips to the tip of Luz’s nose, and watches her girlfriend’s face turn as red as her own.

Edited 2022-01-28 03:32 (UTC)

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Three Sentence Ficathon 2022

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Ever See A Dead Body? [Zelda & Link]

Re: The Majesty of Buried Denmark (Hamlet D&D verse)

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AU-of-an-AU - Rahmat instead of Ram

Deadpool, Movie!Wade on Comic!Vanessa

had to take a stab at it

A Granger-Weasley Christmas

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Re: The Majesty of Buried Denmark (Hamlet D&D verse)

Re: The multidimensional griffin in the room

Re: AU-of-an-AU - Rahmat instead of Ram

Re: Winter Diplomacy

Re: Ever See A Dead Body? [Zelda & Link]

Re: A Granger-Weasley Christmas

Re: Stuck (Supernatural; Sam & Dean)

Re: ASOIAF, Doran Martell, sister

The Lunar Chronicles, Cinder & Iko

Kevin Can F**k Himself, Patty & Allison

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Batwoman, Luke & Ryan

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Supergirl, Lena x Kara

Cake

Butterfly Kiss (The Owl House, Amity x Luz)