rthstewart | Three Sentence Ficathon 2022 Part 2

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Three Sentence Ficathon 2022 Part 2

UPDATE 14 FEBRUARY 2022 -- 3SF 2022 IS NOW CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS! Do continue to fill prompts already posted but the 3SF 2022 is now closed. We'll be back next year in a new comm (If I can get my act together). Thank you again!

THIS IS THE NEW POST FOR PART 2 OF THE 3 SENTENCE FICATHON -- ALL NEW PROMPTS SHOULD BE POSTED HERE
You may continue to fill prompts (but not leave new ones) at the original Post 1 here but please post new prompts here, not there. And if you're asking, hey is just me, or did this get enormous really fast? Why yes, yes it did. Last year, it took us ten days before I opened a new post. This year, it took us about 5.5 days to get there. So, by all means, go back and fill in Post 1 and post new prompts here!

Also woops, in an indication of how busy I've been with other things, I neglected to post that for a third year in a row the awesome

conuly started a master list of unclaimed prompts and has been updating it as time permits. Obviously a huge task! Thank you!

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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Glass (2019), David Dunn, Water

Glass (2019), Mr Glass, Mother

Split (2016) or Glass (2019), any, "Use your own toothbrush!"

Split (2016), Any, Yellow

Glass (2019), Joseph Dunn & Casey Cooke, Orphans

Narnia rthverse, Susan, relations with the Mer Nation

Any, any, The words of the prophets are written on the subway wall, and tenements halls.

Barret’s not the only one who knows.

Everyone these days can feel it, in the doomsday graffiti sprayed across support pillars, the empty spaces beneath industrial thunder and powerline hum – that subthreshold resonance rolling up through his feet, telling him a change is waiting.

One way or another, the Planet’s going to take back her own; all AVALANCHE can do is try to make sure humanity survives it.

i love it, i always loved the graffiti in the OG

Thank you, and me too. That game was so atmospheric.

So good, such a great character and moment to match against this prompt! I love the descriptions here as well, 'industrial thunder' is just gorgeous and so very Midgar.

Thank you so much! :D

love the word choice in this, very ominous

The elite of Atlas huddle in the subway stations with no idea what the leader they all counted on is planning: across the bricks someone has scrawled, “They LEFT us here!” And in the slums of Mantle the workforce has long been resigned to being left behind for profit or for image or for any petty heartless whim, so even in the face of this unprecedented danger they continue as they always have – helping each other survive.

When the portals open all over the nation some people take this chance gratefully, and others stay behind, preferring a certain death in familiar terrain to an utterly unknown future, and then Atlas falls in fire and flood.

Some people care more about power then truth.

yep, that's the Atlas arc in a nutshell! thank you for reading

It's not hard for Miles to see where the problems are: all he has to do is read the tags and he knows. What's harder is figuring out which of those problems would be helped by the appearance of a webslinger and which ones need more help than he can give by himself. Being a superhero, he's found, had a lot more to do with making smart decisions than with flash and cool moves.

Very nice

Final Fantasy VII, Aeris & Sephiroth, You got a fast car/I got a plan to get us out of here

(follows this fill)

Zack took over driving after they picked him and Cloud up; Sephiroth had taken his turn after that, and since Cloud was disqualified on account of not having his learner's permit yet, driver duty defaulted back to Aeris.

("Guys, I'm a country boy, I've been driving since I could see over the wheel," Cloud had protested.

"So that was, what, two weeks ago?" Zack had quipped, and after that there was a brief scuffle.)

It was well past midnight by then, Sephiroth having determined that it was not yet safe to stop and rest; Cloud and Zack, having worn each other out, were spark out in the back seat while Aeris in the driver's seat was keeping herself alert with swigs of some kind of fizzy drink with borderline illegal amounts of caffeine. She reached for her drink and happened to catch Sephiroth's eye, and smiled briefly before returning her attention to the road. "You should try to sleep too, you know," she murmured, so as not to wake up the boys in the back.

"I can't sleep," Sephiroth admitted. "Too much to think about." Aeris hummed a 'go on?' note. "...the future. How to evade Shinra for good. We can't keep running forever. ...even if it is a very nice car."

Aeris's eyes crinkled as she suppressed a laugh. "It's a very nice car. ...so, any ideas? Maybe bouncing them off me will help."

It was not how Sephiroth usually operated, preferring to keep his thoughts to himself until he had something worth sharing; but Aeris was not his subordinate, and so he didn't need to worry so much about the boundaries of command. "...Wutai is an option," he said. "Not a very likely one, but if I am now an enemy to Shinra, they may find me useful. Likewise, several pockets of resistance still exist in out-of-the-way places on the continent, and they might be persuaded."

"...is joining one army or another the only way?" Aeris asked quietly.

Sephiroth gave the matter due consideration. ".....we could run up to the North and raise chocobos?"

This time Aeris had to press a hand to her mouth to muffle her laugh.

Delightful!

Any, any, palindromes

“This code is more baffling than the dancing men Holmes, what can it all mean?”

“Read simply, very little. But the unusual frequency of the words ‘noon,’ ‘civic,’ and ‘Eve’ are suggestive: removing these and any other palindromes may reveal what our mysterious messenger wishes to keep hidden.”

Any, any, enchantress of numbers

It is nothing at all to go from one to one hundred, one quadrillion, or even infinity: all you need is the ability to expand upon what’s already there, and the patience to keep on doing it until the work is done.

But to get one out of zero, something from nothing, a beginning out of the void, is something else entirely. Most witches wouldn’t even be able to imagine doing such a thing; Maria doesn’t even need to think twice before she’s created a friend for herself where once there was nothing, so she gets a title as special as she is: The Witch of Origins.

No idea what the canon is, but I really like this!

thank you very much! in umineko, magic is a way to reshape the world into something you can stand to live in, sometimes through shoving your pain onto other people, and sometimes through telling yourself a better story than the reality, and sometimes by finding or making friends to share the good and, bad times with.

gosh the voice here is pitch-perfect ryukishi, maybe a little more elegant but it has the same sort of twisting and elaborating on ideas, the systems layered and complex yet really quite simple. it has the tone of an endless witch giving a lecture on magic, with a little bit of an adult cheering a child with a story in ‘she gets a title as special as she is.’ but i repeat myself.

'the systems layered and complex yet really quite simple' yep that's him, that's ryukishi! goodness, what a compliment, though. heee, you do repeat yourself, i love all the lectures on magic in this game, and i also love revisiting them once you've understood what that magic really is.

The witch raised her hand and twisted, and he could feel her pulling the thread of his life somewhere above his navel. He raised his head, and found that the thread was made of numbers, vertical chains of them in columns of green text code. Concentrating, she isolated his life thread swiftly with a flick of her wrist and changed it to 0.

Any, any, lanterns by the shrine at sea

Beyond the sight of land, the night is absolute until it isn’t: there are lightships and lures, phosphorescence and sigil fire — and there, outside the beam of the prow light, a line of lanterns strung between the black crags of two forsaken islands.

It’s dangerous to get too close to strange lights at zee, but faith is currency out here, and Salt is the god of lost things and travelers in the dark; you don’t know if this shrine is his, but it’s him you say a prayer to as you light a candle of your own and fold a ship of paper. Row out, then, to the arch formed by rock and light and the reflection of light, and hold your breath as you bend low to set your little lamp adrift on still waters; draw near, but do not pass beneath.

Oh, lovely! :D I adore Salt, so it's a pleasure to read this and the language is gorgeous.

Thank you, and I’m glad you liked it! I love the gods of the zee, and Salt is my favorite one of them.

the night is absolute until it isn't - I love the way you use words in this fill.

Thank you so much! <3

The shrine is both a symbol and a landmark. While the island it is on still stands, Shannon cannot love, but what really matters is the act of destruction; with the assurance that she has the ability to end her world of two before it ends her, she can enjoy whatever happiness it brings her in the meantime.

Shannon rows out into the ocean and looks once more at the mirror, itself a symbol, and then she lights a candle, says a prayer to the vanishing probability that someone will save her, and sets a flame to the fuse of her future.

the shrine is both a symbol and a landmark! that really is the whole thesis, i'm glad you let that sentence stand on its own, and it speaks to how so many things in this game (and on this island) operate on multiple levels. it's the act of destruction, and the witches who have seen the board know what that means, why shannon needs that assurance of destruction, more than just as a ritual for restoring the witch's power. and oh that whole last sentence is so beautiful, too, and that ending.

it is the thesis of the whole story, isn't it!? and ahhh yess, 'the witches who have seen the board know what that means, why shannon needs that assurance of destruction', you're so right! thank you very much, the last phrase took a couple tries to get to its final form and i'm really pleased how it turned out, and pleased you liked it too!

Any, any, armillary spheres

Ellie rifles through the dusty gift shop until she finds what she hoped would be there: a miniature version of the broken armillary sphere she'd discovered in the ruins of the History of Science museum, buried under bricks and splintered wood with other astronomical instruments, long-forgotten. It goes in her backpack, together with a little explanatory pamphlet. Flying to the moon seems endlessly far away these days, but that doesn't mean she has to lose sight of the stars altogether; navigation is still hard, but keeping her eyes up seems like a much better idea than circling a flame at least.

Good details, with a lot of poignancy behind them!

Thank you so much!

Any, sny, bowl of mixed berries

She plucks up a strawberry from the bowl of glistening fruits, and, lifting it to her lips, daintily sinks her teeth into the luscious berry. The stem is discarded to the side, and she smiles, the plush curve of her mouth slightly redder than before. You wonder what she will look like when she eats the rest of the fruit, and wait with baited breath as she twirls a finger around the bowl, deliberating between blackberries and blueberries.

Narnia, Edmund &/ Susan, an apostate and an agnostic walk into a wardrobe...

Edited (added fandom) 2022-01-30 21:41 (UTC)

“I don’t believe I want to hear the punchline of that jest, Ed,” she says, voice soft as the old, satiny wood of the wardrobe standing before them, the last inheritance of a family now gone.

“That’s just it,” he says, catching her raised hand, his fingers tracing along the path of a great tree alongside hers; for a single moment, the wood feels alive under him, a breathing, beautiful, unfathomable thing waiting to enfold them both in the green glow of new life, of an ever-blossoming spring.

But she gasps, his sister; a quick, sharp sound like she’s been stabbed by a thorn, so he pulls back, his fingers guarding hers, and says, “I can’t decide who was the true punchline in the end, them or us.”

oh, this is gorgeous and exactly the right flavor of sad. i love the description of the living wood, and how hurt susan is by the memories, but ed is so good for her and knows just how to help her. that last sentence is perfect and exactly the question they've been trying to answer through all the books. thank you so much!

I do love some sad Su/Ed! Protective Ed just hits all the right buttons for me, especially with this particular aspect of Susan. It was a great prompt, thanks!

Hamlet, Gertrude, Well, you don't believe but you have to believe / It's still crumpled there in your back seat. / Were you the hero or the worst kind of coward back there, / Putting pavement back under your feet?

Gertrude wouldn't admit it to anyone, not even Claudius, and certainly not her son, but sometimes she wondered whether she'd done the right thing. Not that she didn't want to be with Claudius, but what effect the speed of the wedding would have on others. Could she still manage the balancing act she had always previously maintained, or had she finally tipped too far in one direction?

i love your gertrude, and how aware she always seems to be of perception and the effects of the choices she feels she has to make, and to have that balancing act brought to the forefront in this fic is just great! thank you so much!

Thank you very much. Gertrude is such an interesting character.

Hamlet, any,
I think my fate is losing its patience
I think the ground is pulling me down
I think my life is losing momentum
I think my ways are wearing me down

It had seemed so simple, put on a play and entrap the king. But then he hadn't followed up his knowledge and Claudius still lived. Perhaps he would just confront his mother, and that way he could regain control.

oh hamlet, kiddo, he's trying so hard to salvage this, but control is only going to get further and further away. this is exactly the kind of thing i was looking for!

Thank you. It was such a good prompt!

Venom (movies), Eddie/Anne/Dan(/Venom), who brings it up first

Venom (movies), Eddie/Dan(/Venom), smutfic of any kind

The Originals, Klaus and Marcel, 3 ways that Marcel made Klaus a better person that Marcel doesn't even realize

The Originals/Teen Wolf, Derek/any male from The Originals, alpha (any interpretation is fine - someone is surprised at how Derek acts as an alpha, someone likes alpha attitude during kinky times, whatever you like)

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Any, any, gable hood or French hood

The gallery at Northanger Abbey was an ostentatious display of finery, with the many paintings having been framed and rehung many times over the years as the family’s fortunes rose, although the redecorating had produced strange bedfellows. Even young Eleanor, barely out of the nursery, questioned the wisdom of exhibiting slashed sleeves and rich gable hoods next to the austere Puritan blacks of a generation later.

Her brother Henry observed that shades who could not abide each others’ portraits were unfit to share more heavenly dwellings, and thus unworthy of any serious consideration.

any, any, Your heart is a slow train coming, I’m afraid to make my move / If I keep running back to you

She had thought Hamlet loved her - he certainly gave her that impression. But now, as she approaches him once more, she starts to wonder. Does he love her, or is it just the thought of being in love which appeals to him, and will he cast her off again for failing to conform to his standards?

ahh, this is lovely and sad! hamlet is trying his best, but ophelia sure is right to be worried about him. thank you!

Thank you. Given other circumstances it might have worked but here there's too much against it.

any, any, protective action

The three young officers crept around the corner of the hallway, making sure the coast was clear - it wouldn't do to be discovered too early when they were on the way to protect their young King from an assassination attempt by a group of Austrian and Saxon agents. While William waited for Henry's sign to attack the enemies lying in wait in the King's study, he took a couple of quick bites from the bread and cheese provisions he'd organized earlier; it couldn't hurt to keep his strength up.

When Ferdinand finally stormed the door with a loud yell, brandishing his epee and startling one of the rather monkey-ish looking assassins, William followed, all thoughts about possibly being too old for games like these forgotten in the ensuing commotion. (He'd still have to remember to tell his brothers not to mention any of this back home, though, especially the "young King" part of the scenario; there were more dangerous foes in the land than imagined assassins, for both them and their future King.)

(technically, this is a prequel to this one from last post)

As a sensor type, Konan is the first to notice the sudden concentration of chakra in the air; how it gathers and distributes in different points and how it triggers the ambush aimed at them from all directions.

As someone who, by instinct, puts the safety of her companions over her own, Konan is the one to spin on her heels and jump, slamming her body against Kisame's; arms wound around his neck and legs round his middle.

"What-"

Half a second later he learns what, for paper wings sprout from her back, enveloping them both and forcing weapons to bounce off them like droplets off an umbrella; he unsheathes his blade seamlessly after.

Jin Ling is not going to apologise for sending for his other uncle and the Sect Leader for the region, no matter how big a mistake it has turned out to be and how much the others are never going to let him forget it.

And it had been a mistake; Jiang Cheng had lasted all of twelve minutes before losing his temper and yelling at two children, the six year old Hanguang-Jun and the baby Yiling Patriarch, he had lashed out - as he did, he always did - at the latter for what, saving the young disciplines from being hit by the curse? Being the ones to answer the call about the curse in the first place? Being close enough to Yunmeng to hear about the curse? What?

Who knows?

He probably didn't even mean what he'd yelled, but the tiny Yiling Patriarch had cried and the adorably bristling little Hanguang-Jun had bitten a Sect Leader, whacked him on the knee with a sword Jin Ling hadn't even thought he could lift, and now stands, trembling but determined, and fiercely hugging the sobbing baby to his small chest as he glares at his supposed brother-in-law.

Jin Ling's brilliant idea of taking the afflicted couple to Lotus Pier - never one that would pass muster with the Lan disciples but damn it, it is closer than Gusu! - dies the minute Lan Zhan proves that cursed or not, child or not, he is as protective of his Wei Ying as ever...

(Please note I did 5 ficlets with a linked theme, this is one, the others are here, here, here and here. I couldn't resist.)

Edited 2022-03-14 08:55 (UTC)

He doesn’t think. There’s a monster straight from the underworld bearing down on them, and Acatl—well, he’ll be the first to say Acatl’s a skilled fighter, but not when the thing currently charging at them doesn’t seem to have easily stabbable parts. So he dives between them and nicks his own arm, bringing Huitzilopochtli’s protective magic to searing golden life.

The monster isn’t so easily deterred. Now that he’s bought them both a moment to think he can see it’s something like a smoky beast of shadows with a head like a caiman and claws—ouch, very sharp claws—like a bear. It’s all he can do just to hold it back, because his sword isn’t doing anything. It seems to really hate his magic, though, which gives him an idea.

Acatl’s quicker than he is. “Keep it steady so I can banish it!”

“Work fast,” he snaps back. His skin feels like he’s been shoved into an oven, and he’s dimly aware that he’s still bleeding. But Acatl said to keep it steady, so that’s what he’ll do. Feint here, jab there, keep moving and circling and don’t show fear—

He can hear Acatl chanting. It can’t be much longer now.

Step. Turn. Watch its claws and teeth, keep your distance. Slash down, briefly parting the smoke that wreathes its body. Step.

Acatl’s voice lifts. Mictlan’s magic surges like the tide, cold and empty and final. Teomitl staggers, nearly falling to his knees, but that’s alright. He’s allowed to be weak now, because the shadows are rising to sweep their foe away.

the witcher, any, aggressive creature

"Yennefer—Yennefer!" Geralt turns his head away abruptly, his hands resting against her bare hips with a sharp pinch. He’s breathless, his throat burning; she remains bowed against the crook of his neck, her teeth sharp pincers as she nips and bites at his skin without any mercy.

He holds onto her tight, liking the way she wraps around him like a lethal vine. He laughs, "Whatever happened to being gentle?"

(*A*)

Glad you liked it! ♥

YESSSSSSSSSsssSsSSsSSSssSSsssSs

Haha, glad you like it!

any, any, broken shield

Susan picked her way across the battlefield, searching for any sign of Peter; she had left Lucy behind with Edmund, who hadn’t woken up yet when she’d left, but the cordial likely took some time to work, Susan thought fixedly, it must-, it would work.

Sunlight hit her face from a low angle, but the sun stood high above her (they should have left the table sooner, Susan thought, perhaps if they had, then Edmund-), so Susan looked around for the source of it.

She found the light reflecting of the edge of a broken shield- a silver shield, painted with a red lion, and behind it, – Susan’s legs buckled – behind it a head of golden hair.

ooooh. That's a great concept I've never seen before. Nicely done.

thank you!

oh WOW, okay nowwwwwww. amazing, amazing.

thanks :)

"Shattered brass," are the first, thoughtful-sounding words Eelie voices aloud regarding the limb-spraddling and bemused bronze who's just hatched, to the eager glee of many an onlooker and fully a third of the male candidates on the sands, "twelfth-quartered, even; the patterns on his hide are different altogether, but for coloration, he doesn't look all that unlike Sl'dor's lifemate from here."

Jenessa's gaze flicks upward, likely seeking the former Weyrleader and his dragon on the ledges, but a cheer from the galleries diverts her attention down again. The broken shield bronze has clambered to his feet and made his awkward, tail-swinging but seemingly interested way toward the candidates, only to be brought up short by the jovial Voyager Trader who's the very second white-robed figure he passes (the first in line is, to be fair, a girl).

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