Three Sentence Ficathon 2022

[rthstewart]

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.

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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!



      

Comments

[betony]

Mulan (animated), Fa Mulan & Any, family tree

[(Anonymous)]

Any, Any, inadvisable substitutions while cooking

[vialethe]

Greek Mythology, Cassandra, only twenty minutes to sleep/but you dream of some epiphany/just one single glimpse of relief/to make some sense of what you’ve seen

Nirvana in Fire

[ruanchunxian]

“Present, present, present,” Fei Liu pestered Lin Chen all the way back to Su House after they successfully captured and dealt with Qin Banruo, and Lin Chen, of course, ignored him all the way to the house; but Fei Liu was nothing if not persistent, especially when it came to things he wanted, and things he wanted from Lin Chen.

When they finally arrived at Su House, Fei Liu’s endless chant of “present, present,” became a wide-eyed, delighted, “Present?” once he spotted the huge – really, worthy of being number 1 on a Langya List of Baskets if there was one – basket filled with plums in the middle of the courtyard; when Lin Chen threw his hands up in utterly mock exasperation and grumbled an affirmation, Fei Liu’s eyes became stars as he attempted to dive into the basket.

“They’re sweet plums, but you can still only have ten a day, at most,” Mei Changsu called from inside the house, barely even bothering to look up from his book.

Richly-deserved plums (Vienna Blood, Liebermann+Rheinhardt+cake).

[theseatheseatheopensea]

Liebermann was already sitting at their usual table in the little coffeehouse when Inspector Rheinhardt walked in and sat down with a sigh--he didn't say anything, but still, Liebermann could tell that the day's events had caught up with his friend. However, all was forgotten when the waiter placed a cup of türkische and a slice of zwetschgenkuchen in front of him, and the strong scent of the coffee, along with the rich, luscious feel of the plums (and something else Rheinhardt couldn't quite place--a sweet taste that made him think of home and happiness), felt like a well-earned prize. He looked up and still didn't say anything--he just smiled into Liebermann's eyes.

Harry Potter, Fred/Hermione

[helsinkibaby]

Hermione knows what everyone expects of her: to gain a full set of Outstandings in her NEWTs, to work her way up to becoming the youngest Minister of Magic in history, and to marry Ron Weasley and raise a gaggle of kids with his hair and her brains and not the other way around.

She knows that, knows she doesn’t want it but she can’t articulate why, at least not until the final battle when there’s an explosion and a literal wall falling down and in those few moments until’s Fred hand appears through the rubble, pushing the bricks off him, those few moments where she’s facing a world without him, the answer comes to her loud and clear and she realises with a start that Ron’s not the Weasley she can’t live without.

He’s not the Weasley she expected to celebrate the end of the war with, but when she drags him into the Room of Requirement, when his hand drags up her thigh and his lips drag down her neck, when she arches against him and bites down on her lip so she won’t scream his name, she knows this is right where she wants to be.

[alexseanchai]

😹

Re: Transformers G1

[(Anonymous)]

Heee, thank you! Always good to bump into another Prowl fan. :D

[idkwriteshitdown]

"There ain't no way that you just saved our lives speaking bloody Klingon," Ryan exclaimed as he ran to catch up with The Doctor.

The Doctor herself was looking quite chuffed as she casually strolled towards the TARDIS, hands shoved in her pocket. "Conlangs are worth learning," she said with a smile.

Emergency!, Mike Stoker & Hank (Cap) Stanley

[topaz_eyes]

It was the worst brush fire Mike remembered fighting, high in the hills above LA: almost twenty-four hours of non-stop heat, smoke, and bone-deep exhaustion, no end in sight, and he with the “easy” job of engineer, though today he also hauled hose and dug fire trenches to hold the line.

When Mike left in the middle of their break at base camp, to visit the latrine and pick up messages from the command centre, the Station 51 crew were all eating and talking, still wearing their smoky, sooty turnouts; when he returned less than five minutes later, he found all of them resting against the wall and each other like half-toppled dominoes, looking like one good push would finish the job. Johnny’d pillowed his head on Roy’s shoulder; Marco and Chet were pretty much pressed together between Roy and Cap; and Cap propped up the whole line, head tilted back against the concrete with his eyes closed.

All were apparently sound asleep; Mike grinned fondly at them, then sobered: he was loathe to disturb this stolen moment of peace in the middle of the maelstrom, but the message for Cap was too important to delay. Cap’s eyes fluttered open when Mike squatted in front of him to tell him their break had been shortened; they had only thirty minutes left before they had to return to the inferno. Cap blinked his silent acknowledgement, then darted his gaze to the empty spot beside him. Why not; accepting the silent invitation, Mike slid down the wall until he had joined them on the grass. He would prop up the line until it was time to head back, he decided as Cap’s head lolled onto his shoulder; and he turned his face upwards to the red sun smouldering in the burnt sky.

[betony]

There is a sisterhood that calls to some: those barred from love, like the diminutive Athenian maiden who keeps the account books; those disappointed in love, like the elfin-faced woman who tends to the gardens; and those who've defeated all attempts to have love thrust upon them like the broad-shouldered woman who greets you at the door. Spinsters will be superstitous, sneer the unworthy, and perhaps you remember whispers of arcane rites, but at night, when they lead you to the rooftop, all they do is tilt your head up towards the unbound stars.
"All this," they say, "is ours."

Re: FFVII, Sephiroth

[topaz_eyes]

This is wonderful!

[kalira]

Ooh, lovely! And very fitting~

[demigodscum]

Here, bleeding out in this underground tunnel, her deathbed is that which she has forged for herself, hammered and molded with humility into a title worthy of remembrance, of pride. If there is a Beyond, from there she will watch the generations of warriors to come honor the sacred iron, theirs by ancestral claim to continue the glory of the Mandalorians.

Of the earth she is and to the earth she will return, but beskar is of the earth for her people.

[smallhobbit]

Thank you. I totally agree.

[(Anonymous)]

any, any, wild pear tree

[ernest]

thank you! she's got a lot to carry right now, but i definitely meant the end to be a bit of hope that she will get better at carrying it, and maybe won't have to be alone in that. i really believe in her!

[demigodscum]

ST:Discovery, Michael/Book, dog discourse

Star Trek TOS

[ernest]

As a doctor Bones knows that no matter what you do crewmembers will always attempt to get themselves killed in new and creative ways, so he just sighs and makes sure to have plenty of hyposprays on hand.

Spock simply raises an eyebrow and refrains from invoking logic at every turn because there is a certain sense to acting according to one’s nature.

And Jim smiles broadly with the ready answer that no one on his ship is an idiot because they’re family.

[theseatheseatheopensea]

Ahhh, this is amazing! And what an excellent icon!

Re: FFVII, Sephiroth

[(Anonymous)]

Hee, thank you! ^_^ Tiny Sephiroth getting to rebel here and there miiight have been inspired by a headcanon of raisedbymoogles', so...

Re: RWBY, Ozma

[topaz_eyes]

Oooh, very lovely and haunting, that he can never look back, only forward.

Breath of the Wild, Zelda & Link

[raisedbymoogles]

Crouched in the snow by the cliff's edge, Zelda peered down into the Yiga stronghold below. She could see the arena with the bottomless pit Link had told her about: Kohga's final resting place. He'd said the Yiga had scattered after that, but clearly they'd regrouped and returned - and now the fiends had her knight.

It wasn't quite parallel to the time Link had charged to her rescue, but it would have to do. Zelda took a deep breath, wrapped her hands around the rope she'd borrowed-without-permission from Impa and let herself drop.

Re: Ozy and Millie, Ozy and Millie, regarding full titles.

[(Anonymous)]

OZY AND MILLIE OZY AND MILLIE oh be still my beating heart! This was so cute and I'm just so delighted! :D

Re: Best Seat in the House

[sixbeforelunch]

This is perfect!