Three Sentence Ficathon 2022 Part 2

[rthstewart]

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.

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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

[ravenlilyrose]

Historical RPF, any, seeing the fruits of their labors

[ravenlilyrose]

Doctor Who, Jack Harkness & any Doctor(s), trust

One is quite crotchety at the best of times; Jack can never resist an opportunity

[(Anonymous)]

"Hrmph! Trust you? My dear boy, why should I trust you," the old man demanded, glaring at Jack from across the console that was almost unrecognizable.

There was something young about him, something not yet destroyed that Jack had seen in his Doctor's eyes so many times; yet, he still couldn't stop himself from the inevitable: his mouth twisted into a smirk, his eyes sparkled, and he flirted, "You know me oh so very well, Doctor. I'm surprised you don't remember."

Another scoffing noise, and the man turned back, twisting a dial that Jack felt as it triggered his Vortex Manipulator, "I would remember you, I'm quite sure," echoed in his brain long after he'd been sent far from this newer TARDIS.

[ravenlilyrose]

Star Trek: TOS, Kevin Riley, food

[schoolsasaint]

Tomb Raider, Lara Croft, the perils of crumbling manuscripts

[schoolsasaint]

The Hobbit, any, cabbage patch hobbits

[elementalraven]

“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.

[ultra_fic]

10 Things I Hate About You (film or tv), Patrick/Kat, fighting just to make up

[(Anonymous)]

any, any, violently incompatible social taboos

[kaminagi]

"That was the most stressful experience of my life," Cobweb wails, dragging as many cloaks as she can over her head in the least dignified manner, as though it will hide her humiliation, "this goes against everything I stand for, I'm a wicked fairy, I have the best curses!"

"If you're clever enough to get out of your own infamously airtight curses," Mustardseed says dryly, shaking her head at the foolishness of it all, "then being that princess' fairy godmother will easy."

There is a silence and Cobweb goes completely still, and then whispers in horror, "I forgot about being the fairy godmother."

[(Anonymous)]

Any, any, raspberry and cucumber

[ultra_fic]

any, any, a kiss is a terrible thing to waste

Narnia, Aravis/Cor

[arveldis]

They were fighting, as usual—although when Aravis thought of the moment later she couldn’t remember what it was that they had been arguing about (and she always made a point to remember their fights, so that she could later demonstrate to Cor exactly how wrong he had been, as he always was)—and she had drawn up in front of him in order to force him to listen to her because he didn’t seem to be hearing any of the words coming out of her mouth (typical), but instead of paying attention to what she was saying, he met her lips mid-sentence and stunned her into silence.

She stood stock still for a moment—whatever had possessed him to do this?—but, to her surprise and great irritation, she realized that she enjoyed the feeling of his mouth on hers and his hand cupping her face; but at the same moment that she had that discomfiting realization, Cor drew away, his face red and eyes downcast as he murmured, “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have done that; it was foolish of me.”

“Well, a kiss is a terrible thing to waste,” she whispered, out of breath and struggling to maintain her composure, cross with both herself and him as her own face began to flush, and she lifted his chin up and silenced his stunned lips, and it was a long time before either of them had the breath to argue with each other again.

[ultra_fic]

The Librarians, Jake/Cassie, holding hands

[ultra_fic]

Star Wars (movies), any, look at the stars/look how they shine for you
Yellow - Coldplay

[ernest]

Whatever remains of Anakin Skywalker tilts Darth Vader’s head back to take in the light of the night sky. The stars don’t shine like they used to; anything he sees from now on will be on a screen, and Padme always said the heart of a star is in the shimmer and the haze, so something gets lost in translation.

With no heart of his own, he probably wouldn’t be able to recognize it anyway.

[paxilam]

any, any, red dot

MCU - Loki and Tony Stark

[wickedlittletown]

Loki dared to lurk around the street corner, where he had been hiding since a while, hoping that it was now safe to come out, since the sounds of the battle had stopped.

What he saw caused his eyes to wide with horror, he felt as if someone had taken away the ground beneath his feet and now he was free-falling into a bottomless abyss.

Without thinking about his own safety, he ran across the street, not paying any attention what was to each side of him, all what counted was to reach the other site of the street before a tragedy would happen.

He heard voices barking commands, weapons firing but magically he didn't got hit by them. In the end it wouldn't matter much, he was a God after all but, by the Nine, Tony was no God and had probably no clue that his life was close to get ended.

Loki didn't cared if anyone would think that he had switched sites, he would watch everyone else die but not Tony.
Tony had just managed to get up on weak legs when Loki ran into him, throwing him back while he landed on him. Loki looked up and saw the red dot disappear, he quickly looked over his shoulder, just in time to see the sniper try to leave the roof.

He summoned a bundle of blue flames, send them on their way, silently praying that they would reach their aim.

"What went into you? We are in the middle of a battle" Tony exclaimed irritated. "You haven't noticed the sniper on the roof, unlike me. You can thank me later for saving your life, honey" Loki replied while he got up and held his hand out to help Tony get up as well.

[(Anonymous)]

Any, any, stand by, stand by, stand the pain, stand by, stand by

Obsidian & Blood, Acatl

[notapaladin]

His feet throb. His back aches. His arms and earlobes still sting, still burn from his bloodletting. He can feel the trickle of fresh blood down his neck even now. The night before last he and his priests had to put down another monster from the underworld, and every muscle is still protesting the exertion. He can’t remember the last time he properly filled his belly. Even his eyes are burning from exhaustion.

But enough of his suffering. He is High Priest, and he has a job to do.

He slashes the back of his hand, another spike of pain, and summons the emptiness of his lord’s realm. A hollow chill grows in the pit of his gut, pushing aside hunger. His wounds fade to itches and then to nothingness—and then past nothingness, an utter absence of feeling that pulses under his skin like a second heart. He inhales and tastes dust on his tongue.

The dead do not feel pain.

[(Anonymous)]

any, any, a night out

TGCF, Shi Wudu

[silverwill]

“I’m just saying Shuishi-xiong, when was the last time you did something for yourself – leave the kid to others for one night and come relax.”

Despite his initial unease and reluctance, as the night went on, Shi Wudu found himself glad he accepted the invite as the silky waters of the hot spring pulsed gently on his skin, and uproarious laughter echoed across the mountain as the Three Tumors traded various inconsequential stories.

The tension in his shoulders had just started to drop when a frantic servant rushed over in a panic, reporting his brother had disappeared.

[topaz_eyes]

Any, any, there you rest inside the walls of a frame

Emergency!, Look At This Photograph

[topaz_eyes]

The first thing Roy DeSoto did upon moving into his brand-new office in the brand-new Station 150 a few days after his promotion to Captain, was unpack and hang the mahogany-framed photograph Johnny had given him the day of their ceremony, on the wall above his desk where he could lean back in his leather chair and gaze at it during the long, difficult periods of completing the interminable paperwork that sat in encyclopedia-sized piles in his desk in-basket and on his file cabinet.

It helped Roy no end on those days between tone-outs, or nights while his station crew slept, as he battled shift reports, personnel forms, incident reports and daily duty rosters with only cups of coffee and stale baked goods to sustain him, to know that Johnny dealt with the same unending battles in the office of his own station across town; that while Johnny might work opposite shifts he was also taking the time to mull over the same photograph above his desk: the two of them laughing at a long-forgotten joke in front of their freshly polished squad vehicle at Station 51 taken on that mild sunny day a decade ago, when they were newly minted paramedics working a brand-new emergency service, full of youth and drive and hope for the future.

Gazing at that photograph also helped Roy to remember that while they no longer worked together as paramedics anymore, now that they were captains, their partnership that began in a cramped room at headquarters would always continue in spirit if not in person; taking comfort in that, he would smile, put his finished report in the outgoing basket, and start filling out the next form in the pile.

[(Anonymous)]

Any, any, trust issues

Obsidian & Blood, Acatl

[notapaladin]

“You did well, Acatl.” A lie. They were only trying to lower his guard.

“You could bring honor to your family.” Another lie. Nothing he did would ever be good enough.

“I’m only looking out for your best interests.” To assume the arrogance of a warrior, instead of serving the gods humbly.

“Our mother loves you, Acatl! How could you do this to her?” This was joining the priesthood, this was devoting himself to Mictlantecuhtli instead of to a house and family of his own. Simple things. Unobjectionable things. Things that should have made his mother proud.

He closed his ears and his heart to his brother’s words and kept walking. If he turned around, he would only start shouting again.

[(Anonymous)]

Any, any, loss of trust

the witcher (netflix), yennefer/geralt + ciri

[peaked]

season 2 compliant

With his arms crossed against his chest, Geralt leans easily against the doorway as he watches Yennefer and Ciri flutter around the room like two butterflies. Ciri peers ups at Yennefer with admiration in her eyes, and Yennefer, for all of her sharpness and cruelty, only fans that curious burning flame in his daughter’s eyes by laughing and encouraging her to come a little closer as she mixes a potion without a slip of magic. He doesn’t stand by the door to watch over them untrustingly; Geralt wishes to learn how to trust again.

Eastrail 177 Trilogy #1

[(Anonymous)]

Split (2016), Dennis, "only bleach will fix this"

Eastrail 177 Trilogy #2

[(Anonymous)]

Glass (2019), Mr Glass, "I created you"

Eastrail 177 Trilogy #3

[(Anonymous)]

Glass (2019), Joseph Dunn, Hero

Eastrail 177 Trilogy #4

[(Anonymous)]

Glass (2019), Casey Cooke, Showing skin

Eastrail 177 Trilogy #5

[(Anonymous)]

Split (2016), Barry, "So last Season"

Eastrail 177 Trilogy #6

[(Anonymous)]

Split (2016), Hedwig, Hotdogs

Eastrail 177 Trilogy #7

[(Anonymous)]

Split (2016) or Glass (2019), Patricia, Faith

Eastrail 177 Trilogy #8

[(Anonymous)]

Glass (2019), Dr Staple, Clinical notes