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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This is so lovely! The imagery of new shoots growing is beautiful.

"...do you miss home?"

It was the question Spike asked everyone, sooner or later, so Jazz had already thought of his answer long ago. "There's bots I miss. Little fuel dives that don't exist anymore. Music acts I ain't heard in a while. But Cybertron, the whole thing? Not so much."

"Too big to miss?" Spike guessed.

Jazz chuckled. "Something like that!" He gestured out at the landscape before them. "Besides, look at what's right here. A sky with an actual sun, endless roads to explore, and the natives here are every bit as cool and creative as the bots back on Cybertron." He got a grin for that, which was what he was hoping for, but it wasn't entirely flattery. "Home's just another stop on the road, my man," he concluded. "And I don't spend a lot of time gazing into the rearview."

Ohhh... Lirael would be the one to regard Kerrigor's situation with a critical eye. Lovely!

"Congratulations, Senator," Sabé says, engulfing Padmé in a hug. "The royal retinue looks forward to our much-desired retirement with your ascension."

Padmé returns Sabé's hug equally forcefully, but there's a twinkle in her eye as she says, "Retirement is not an option for my secretarial staff, now that there's more work than before to get done."

Perfect! This fits both of them so well, and I love the idea of them throwing themselves into all the rest of the work they want to do.

Aravis' resilience is great, as is the care that Hwin is taking with her.

Whoa! This is fantastic; I love Edmund's characterization here, all the anger and determination.

Beautiful, and sad, and beautiful.

Ha! Love this turn on the prompt.

I can totally hear this in their voices!

Just a small incident, no big deal. :-D Love it!

I love the longing and grief in this.

I really liked this take on the prompt! It's lovely and heartbreaking to see each of them with their own different connections to Padme.

Thank you! ❤︎

Thank you!

Oh, this was so heartbreaking! I love Clint offering Yelena another family—and it being Natasha's.

Without that rage, she truly had nothing, no sister, no family and now no purpose.
I loved this line in particular for how heartbreaking and full of grief it is. Yelena has seemingly lost everything for now.

Bucky staggers into the shelter, and as Clint takes in the look of him, it isn’t good. His skin is grey, pain etched deep into a frown as he whispers, “Help me!” collapsing to his knees in front of Clint. Clint barely has enough time to catch enough of him to stop his body hitting the ground with a smack that wouldn’t do his injuries any good whatsoever.

He helps him lie down, slipping a jacket under his head, trying to make him as comfortable as possible in the cramped space, hurrying as he does so, so he can start looking for where Bucky’s hurt.

“Get it off!” Bucky pleads urgently. It’s Clint’s turn to frown, unsure what Bucky means, but he starts by unzipping his jacket and working his way down Bucky’s torso, so he can look and feel for the injury. He’s not finding it quick enough, as he begins to check his legs, but the sweat on Bucky’s brow, the quiet plea for him to ‘get it off’ that seems to be taking all of Bucky’s willpower to express is all the proof he needs that this is real. Bucky is injured and in pain and it breaks his heart, just as it steels his commitment to fixing this, and that is when he sees it, sees as Bucky tenses further as if a wave of pain is flowing through him as he gently reaches up to stroke Bucky’s hair back in comfort he feels the sharp tingle of electricity surging through and then it’s gone again. It’s the arm, “Get it off” is what Bucky had said, he’d meant the arm.

“I’m sorry, Bucky,” he says quietly as he runs his fingers across the shoulder joint, where the arm fixes into the plate on his shoulder. He can feel it now a constant running electrical charge pulsing painfully against his own skin. He remembers the night Bucky had trusted him enough to tell him about the release and how Ayo had suddenly activated it mid fight when he’d been with Sam. He’d promised then never to go near it.

He looks again at Bucky’s face, sees the taut signs of pain, the lip he’s biting, the glazed unfocused eyes and knows he has to do this. If he doesn’t Bucky is going to lose this fight. He leans in close, takes Bucky’s face in his hands and says, “I’m going to take the arm off now, Bucky. I hope that’s what you were asking and I pray this is going to help but please believe me, I’m doing it to help.”

Clint hopes he isn’t breaking Bucky’s trust, as he moves his hands back to the arm and activates the release. The arm just drops away with a solid thunk to the ground below it. He looks back at Bucky’s face again, hoping that he’ll see some relief to the pain there, but Bucky doesn’t look any better, he’s still biting his lip to keep from crying out in pain, releasing the arm hasn’t done anything to help. Bucky barely looks conscious now, his breathing laboured. Carefully, Clint climbs over Bucky’s body, squeezing in on his other side so that he can see directly into the mechanism that’s still fixed to his body and there he can see the mess that’s left – Clint has no idea what any one part of it is, but it’s clear the wires and chips are burnt out, what he assumes is either a power pack or a major processor of some sort is in the centre, still sparking. That’s what he needs to remove and he has absolutely nothing to do it with. The last thing he needs to do is put a knife in there and end up electrocuting himself as well or accidentally joining a currently severed circuit and upping the power coursing through Bucky’s body.

Then he remembers, he crawls back across Bucky, grabs at his quiver and hunts through the arrows that are left. There it is, the one he can use – wooden shaft and ceramic tip. As soon as he starts to move the unit in Bucky’s arm, the sparks get worse, Bucky’s gasping for breath – short and sharp, his pulse frighteningly fast. Tears in his eyes, Clint forces the ceramic tip deeper beneath the unit and twists, flipping it free, Bucky’s body tenses and then relaxes, slipping into unconsciousness, but his breathing is easier and when Clint feels for his pulse again, it’s slowing, steadying already. He turns his attention back to the shoulder, there are no more sparks which is a relief, but some of the wires are still red with heat from the charge, he uses the ceramic tip to sever them, no longer caring about any damage he might cause, he just wants to get anything that might still be causing Bucky pain away.

When he’s finished, he bandages the open unit, covers it to protect any further contamination – he doesn’t know what might happen, whether Bucky can catch an infection but in some way that Clint doesn’t fully understand this is connected into his body, to his brain. Clint isn’t going to risk anything if a bandage or a bit more care might make a difference.

When he’s done all he can, he climbs out of the cramped position he’d been in. He calls in for help, checks Bucky again, his breathing is calm, more like sleep now and his pulse is steady, the sweat from his brow has gone and his features are relaxed. Clint thinks the colour is beginning to return to his skin, but maybe that’s just wishful thinking at this stage.

He settles beside Bucky to wait, he’s done all he can and now he just needs to wait for them to be picked up. He’s repacked their gear, stored the arm ready to be lifted out as well and now he’s just watching over Bucky and waiting.

Gwen turned sharply at the noise behind her, bringing her gun up and aiming at the smirking figure stepping out of the shadows. “Drop your weapons!” she snapped at Captain John Hart.

Ianto stepped out of the same shadowed corridor, wondering how it had taken Gwen so long to hear them coming. “Hands up and drop your weapons!” she snapped again.

Clearly she hadn’t noticed that the rest of the team were behind him, that his hands were cuffed – admittedly they were cuffed in front and not behind, but that was Jack’s soft heart and not Ianto’s. Given the choice, Ianto would have cuffed his ankles as well and gagged him just for good measure. No good ever came from a visit from John Hart.

“All your weapons now!” Gwen shouted.

“Gwen, give it a break,” Owen snapped back, “Just look will you – Tosh is already carrying all of his weapons.” Ianto wasn’t quite so sure about that, he estimated they’d probably relieved him of about 85% of his weapons, 95% if they were really doing well, but then maybe he was just being overly suspicious of how amenable John had been to handing them over.

John reached for his buckle and started to undo it. “What are you doing?” Gwen asked startled.

“The only weapon I’ve got left, darling! I can’t drop it but I can at least let you take a look,” his smirk got even more devilish.

That was the final straw, Ianto wasn’t going to take this nonsense any more. “Oh grow up!” he said firmly, yanking John by the arm so his hands couldn’t return to his buckle. “Nobody believes that, so just get moving. You know where to go.” He gave him a shove towards the stairs up to the conference room, smiling inwardly as John stumbled barely catching himself.

“Eye Candy, I didn’t know you were the dominant type, but I’m game if you are.”

Ianto rolled his eyes, and refusing to be drawn in to any more innuendo-laden conversation, gave John another shove towards the stairs.

love the dynamic of this scene!

"This is my greatest friend and the saviour of my life," said Caspian. "And anyone who doesn't like his company may leave my army: at once. Dearest doctor, I am glad to see you again. How ever did you find us out?" – Prince Caspian, by C.S. Lewis

“About that,” said the Doctor, now looking a little apprehensive, “I did have some help”, and at that he turned around and a small group of people came walking out of the forest behind him, causing great outrage and fright among the gathered Narnians- but Caspian himself had a different reaction.

“Lady Aspasia! Markan!” He exclaimed, stunned at the sight of his dance tutor and one of his favourite guards (he also noticed that one of the other people was a man he had frequently seen in the presence of his uncle, though he didn’t know who he was), “what ever are you doing here?”

His dance tutor smiled and stepped forward, seemingly not at all surprised at the many Narnians in front of her: “Call me Sophie, my dear,” she said, and then she paused, as if giving her audience the time to take her in, “and we are here to provide… leverage.”

*cackles* This is perfect, and yes, should be done (also, I'm glad I'm not the only one who keeps mistaking Caspian's Doctor).

i love this?? i only know part of one of the canons, but I love Margaret's everything in this, wow. Thank you!!!

oh, no

not like this

She knows, suddenly, exactly how he'd felt all those years ago, shuttles every frantic jump of her heart behind the movement of her hands and the pull of her lungs, flips switches even as she watches a read out that tells her only one thing and only ever will.

"I'll -- " the words die on her lips because she knows how little it means. "I'll see you on the ground."

"Come get me, Max," he says, his voice so calm, the last thread of him she feels as she disconnects their Valkyrie's so assured.

ahh I love them both so much, thank you for this!

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