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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Lucy is the first to find it.

From the moment she sets foot in Narnia, there is a new awareness in her. Suddenly she senses all that lives and breathes around her, from the tallest, most ancient tree to the smallest creature deep in the earth. It is as if Narnia, itself, is alive.

When she asks her siblings about it, they agree: Narnia does feel alive, more than any place they have ever known. But Lucy doesn’t realize that while her siblings certainly sense the magic of Narnia, they are not connected to the land the same way she is. Their awareness is superficial, compared to hers.

It will take Lucy quite some time to realize this. To understand that it is not just the world that has shifted around her, but that she herself, too, has changed.

It will take her even longer to discover that as she senses the land, so is the land aware of her. And when she calls, it will answer.

Edmund feels it nestle inside him from the moment the Witch drapes her mantle around him.

It hides in the presence of Aslan, though the Lion’s gaze seems to pierce it still, and it warps and spikes as Edmund fights the Witch, like it is begging to be released. Edmund knows it when she dies, injured and close to death as he is, because that is the moment his magic smooths out and settles.

It feels like a taint, a corruption, certainly not something Edmund should use. So he doesn’t. He ignores how the air frosts around him when he grows angry, how shadows cling to him when he tries to stay unnoticed, how he can sense greed, temptation, malice and lies even when there is no outward sign of it.

It is not the Witch’s magic though, even if that is its source, and over time Edmund finds he can’t deny it anymore.

So he learns to control it, to reign it in like a group of unruly horses in front of carriage. Not to lie, but to uncover lies in others; not to control, but to keep others from being controlled. Not to fall into darkness, but to keep darkness away from the light.

It is the wardrobe, the first magical object that Susan ever touches, that plants the seed of magic in her. Unknowingly, she nurtures it all throughout her journey through Narnia. Her magic slumbers, slowly growing roots.

And then she is gifted a magical bow and an even more magical horn, and the little seed dares to sprout. Every time she draws an arrow, it grows a little more, and every time she handles her horn, it thickens and gets stronger.

The first time Susan is truly aware of it, is when she senses the stone table long before she sees it. Touching it feels like receiving a static shock and when it cracks the sound resonates under her skin and doesn’t leave again.

Susan’s is the magic of objects: of all things created, built, crafted, forged or formed. It is the magic of enchantment.

As a Queen, Susan will drape herself in fabrics and jewels and surround herself with mirrors and goblets and daggers. She will embroider spells into clothes, etch runes into armour and infuse the very stone of Cair Paravel itself.

Many will think her superficial, materialistic, and Susan will simply smile.

Peter’s magic is perhaps the least tangible one; it is a power not gained or gifted, but bestowed.

It is called to life by Aslan, and perhaps by higher powers still, who settle it upon Peter not as a gift or a curse, but as a promise, a responsibility.

It is a mystical power, the magic of dreams and visions, of stars and prophecy and divination. It is the power of destiny and fate, which now rests heavily on his shoulders.

There is no control in this, Peter learns, only interpretation. But this is tricky, and he is often led astray: after all, it is easy to miss the path when you focus too much on the destination.

So Peter learns patience, learns discernment and caution. And he never makes the same mistake twice.

Thank you very much <3

Your prompts never fail to inspire me ^^

Thank you :) Glad you like.

I love to write these two so much and it's always fun to make Tony get all sentimental when he is with Loki.

If Ron had had to pick anyone to travel back into time and fix the war before it happened, he himself wouldn’t have been his first choice, or his second, or- you get the idea: surely there are other wizards and witches who would make more sense, who are more capable, powerful or smart.

But unfortunately Ron didn’t get to choose and now here he is: stuck in his eleven year old body with no way back and no one else around who knows what happened- what will happen.

As Ron waits in the compartment where he will first speak to Harry, Hermione and even Neville, he assesses his priorities: protect his friends (that’s the most important one), gain allies, neutralize his enemies and find and destroy the horcruxes- but first things first: what to do about Scabbers?

I love how determined and clear-headed Ron is about this

“Gandalf, you said you would find me a burglar,” Thorin said, scowling as he followed the wizard on his seemingly random trail through the cabbage fields of the Shire, paused on occasion when Gandalf stopped to peer at a cabbage.

“Oh I am,” Gandalf said, sounding not the least bit affected by Thorin’s tone, “and I have the perfect one, now, where did I put him…”

Thorin opened his mouth to retort that there was clearly no burglar around and would the wizard cease this nonsense, when Gandalf suddenly stuck his hand into a cabbage and pulled out a befuddled-looking halfling.

i did write it just for you, and i'm beyond pleased that you liked this particular use of magic-as-metaphor-but-also-literal. he loves both of them so very much and i honestly don't know what would happen to him if one of them died.

“I told you: it’s not magic, it’s bending!” Katara said, frustrated at having this argument with her brother for what felt like the hundredth time.

“It must be magic, because it can’t be explained,” Sokka said stubbornly, “certainly not by science at least.”

At this Katara threw her hands in the air, yelled: “Maybe that’s because no one has ever tried before!” and stormed off, leaving Sokka to stare at her back in astonishment.

After a moment he stroked his chin thoughtfully: maybe Katara was on to something.

There comes a time for all journeys to come to an end. Martha has seen suns and languages and galaxies die, and there was too much beauty in the end for it to be a tragedy, just a moment of completion. Her feet have carried her far enough and now she’s ready to stand in one place with a man she knows from a lifetime ago, who sees her for who she is in this life.

The night is when she really comes alive: people who cannot trust their eyes are more likely to believe their imaginations and an unlatched window can go a long way. That is also when it’s easiest to visit the Golden Land, made of all the beautiful things she can’t imagine she’ll have outside of it.

Indeed, when she wakes up and has to face the world, starting with the wretched face in the mirror, is when the real nightmare begins, warded off by charms, but never for long, and she looks forward to nightfall once more.

Lion, scowling, stomps from the bedroom to the kitchen to the living room, unable to find their sweater and increasingly irritated about it.

Will watches their circuit through the house from the couch with fond amusement and asks “Would you like a hug, maybe?” but has to duck the shoe aimed for his head.

“I don’t want a stupid hug, I want my sweater and for everyone to leave me alone, so just–” They are cut off as Diana leaps gracefully onto the couch with a loud purr, and almost against their will they sit down to pet her with a smile they’re very bad at hiding.

The Hobbits of the Shire are and odd bunch, everyone agrees: sneakier than Elves, fiercer than Men and hairier than Dwarves, they are nonetheless remarkably civilized, liking to keep to themselves.

There are times, however, when their baser nature shows itself. One such occasion is currently taking place at Bag End, where Lobelia Sackville-Baggins can be spotted fleeing said Smial, something silver and shiny clutched between her jaws, while Bilbo Baggins follows screeching and cursing behind.

Awww. That is adorable.

thank you! will and lion are the domestic fluff that no one else in umineko quite manages to achieve, even though they also come from a background of tragedy and generational trauma (and murder mysteries)

This is so lovely! And what you’ve given each sibling fits them so well!

any, any, slumber

This is perfect! <3

Greek Myth, Penelope(/Odysseus),
"She would've made such a lovely bride
What a shame she's fucked in her head, " they said
But you'll find the real thing instead
She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred

Greek Myth, any, You had a speech, you're speechless / Love slipped beyond your reaches / And I couldn't give a reason

Greek Myth, Clytemnestra,
While you were out building other worlds, where was I?
Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?
I made you my temple, my mural, my sky
Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life

XD Perfect!!

Greek Myth, Clytemnestra, He held a conference and his wife was standing by his side / He did her dirty but no-one died

Greek Myth, Iphigenia, like the river flows / surely to the sea / darling so it goes / some things are meant to be

Legend of Zelda (any but preferably BotW or OoT), Link and Zelda, little kids with imaginary friends and cake going spare

any, any, "there are hungers as strong as the wind and tides"

Shiver My Timbers - Muppet Treasure Island OST

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Re: Slipknot - Corey and Sid (dunno could be simple RPF slash or related to my Alien/Human AU)

Re: MCU - Loki and Tony

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Sokka's stance on bending (avatar the last airbender)

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Umineko, Beatrice, spoilers for Episode Seven

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shiny, shiny silver

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