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3 Sentence Ficathon

EDIT! THIS POST IS NOW CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS, PLEASE POST NEW PROMPTS HERE!

CaramelSilver isn’t running the awesome 3 sentence ficathon this year, but she said I could do it in her place!! (Banner courtesy of CaramelSilver and thanks so much!)

What is the 3 Sentence Ficathon?
This is a challenge where you answer a prompt with a fic consisting of only three sentences. It's open to all fandoms and you can post and answer as many prompts as you like, as many times as you want.

What do I do?
You post prompts! When posting a prompt please format it this way:

fandom, character/pairing, prompt word/sentence.

Only one prompt per comment please.

What else?
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 allowed.

I'm not a member of Dreamwidth
No problem. You can comment anonymously or through open ID

Can anyone play?
Yes! Please pimp this to your flist, I'd like as many as possible to come and participate!

I'm cross-posting to LJ but we will keep all prompts and fills here, so they are in one awesome place (and with less spam).

Here's a link for spreading the word to all your friends and comms (thanks

snacky !)

How long can it go?
CaramelSilver kept the 2011 3 Sentence Ficathon up for a month. I'd suggest closing it on Sunday, April 7, 2013. How does that sound? (edit: If we reach 5,000 comments sooner, I'll start a new one).

Are there any rules about cross-posting?
Nope, you can post wherever you want, whenever you want. Last year, a lot of folks collected their responses together and posted them on AO3 under the 3 sentence fiction tag.

Gosh who are all these people writing such great prompts and fills?
Good question! Come to the friending meme and introduce yourself if you like.

lady_songsmith explains, for the 2011 3 Sentence Ficathon,

grim_lupine created a delicious account to archive the 3 Sentence Ficathon.

lady_songsmith has reactivated the archive on delicious for this challenge, so, here is the account ~~(nothing current added yet, though~~): https://previous.delicious.com/3sentence She asks that if anyone would be willing to help knock down the backlog of the prolific-ness thus far, let her know!! (She adds: I know folks are kinda down on delicious with the changes, but, hey, it's an archive already set up with useful tags!)

On the subject of archiving, I really encourage people to collect and post their fills elsewhere. That way, we can find your work more easily again, redundancy is always good and it's really useful for future remixes and other challenges and gift exchanges you might participate in. I'll start a linking post so that if you do collect all your fills and post them on your own blog or an archive like AO3, you can give give us the link in comments.

edited March 12, 2013
edited March 13, 2013 to fix box coding problem (thanks to those who helped!) and to add link to friending meme
edited March 15, 2013 to add information on archiving.
edited March 24, 2013 to close post to new prompts.

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Fandom: Gavin and Stacey
characters: Uncle Bren and Gavin
sentence or word: the GPS

Classics, Catullus/Lesbia, I wanna leave/and I wanna stay

Fandom: Lord. of the Rings
characters: Hamfast Gamgee's and Lobelia Sackville-Baggins
sentence or word: spoons.

There was a small clatter as the silver spoon landed on the front path, and Hamfast looked up at Mr. Bilbo's departing visitor. The ill-tempered face scrunched even sharper as he nodded and spoke politely, "Afternoon, Mistress Lobelia." She hurried through the front gate without replying as he bent to retrieve the purloined utensil.

Ah, love it, Hildi! I can just picture her curdling-milk-expression. Perfect!

*beams* Thank you sweetie! I've always pictured Lobelia the way she was described in FotR: "with a face that would have curdled new milk." I have to say that PJ did a pretty good job casting the S-B's!

hehehe
That was great fun! I love the fact that Hamfast spoke to her. This was wonderful. Thank you!

You're most welcome, GW! Of course, the Gaffer was always perfectly polite & deferential to his 'betters', but her humiliation of having a servant discover that she had pilfered the spoon was much more satisfying to him than actually saying what he thought of her!

Classics, Sappho/Anaktoria, love put on as armor

One battle lost will not necessarily cost you an entire war. This she knows is true (even if it is not for women to know) and life goes on; she finds new lips to kiss, unfurls her tongue to sing new songs and plucks the strings of the lyre until her fingers ache more than her heart.

Sometimes she will remember another whose praises she’d sung, and the loss will weigh as heavy on her as polished bronze.

YES this is perfect, thank you so much! I love how that heaviness at the end can be felt in the writing throughout.

♥!

Narnia, any (+/any), we've got mistletoe and firelight/on this cold December night

Yule is a completely new experience for Aravis; so is snow, and roasted chestnuts, and Father Christmas, and so much more, until she feels her head will burst or her fingers fall off from the chill that's worked its way into her very bones, so much worse than even the desert at midnight.

So when Cor comes along, speaking of another new tradition to show her (he deals so much better than she with the climate and culture, but then, he was born, if not raised, to it) she protests, even when he pulls her along in her heavy wool robes to a room with a roaring fire burning, hot as the Calormene sands.

"It's a lovely treat," she says, "but honestly Cor, even a fire this large can't really be called anything new," and that's when he gives her that cheeky grin, points to a bit of greenery tacked to the doorframe above them, and gives her the gift of his first kiss.

This is adorable. Beyond adorable. It's deserves it's own Christmas bow. And sex.

Ha, they are a very sweet couple, aren't they? When they aren't bickering, of course.

This was just lovely, with Cor trying to warm her up both literally and metaphorically. :-)

COR/ARAVIS!!! (So adorable.) :D

What a perfect pairing to do this with! They are so adorable here, and while I love stories that let Aravis be uncomfortable with a whole new culture, I adore that here the new is fun.

Well, it's hard to imagine she wouldn't be at least a little overwhelmed, with everything being new all the time! But some new things are fun - or at least I hope for Cor's sake she thought so!

Oh, this is so beautiful!

I don't even know why I had Christmas on the brain, but this is absolutely lovely, they are so perfect. Thank you!!

Thanks, glad you liked it!

I really did, I don't know that I'd have come up with Cor and Aravis on my own, and you did them such justice. ♥

This is so adorable!

Awww.... :D

Howl's Moving Castle, Ben & Howl, taking each other's measure

"Alas, poor Yorick," sighed Howl, gazing deeply into the skull's eyes--sockets, whatever-- "I knew him, Horatio."

Howl, the skull's macabre grin seemed to answer, you are a ridiculous, over-dramatic pillock, though I must admit you look dashing in that suit.

"I know," said Howl.

I--!!!! Do you know how perfect this is?
(Alas, poor Yorick! Howl, you are a ridiculous, over-dramatic pillock!)
I can't even form words of appreciation, this is amazing, OMG ♥ ♥ ♥

Howl is ridiculous and he knows it, but he still thinks he's awesome. Which is part of why he is. Thank you!

That made me smile.

Assassin's Creed, Haytham/Charles, might just be better than sex.

Howl's Moving Castle/Castle in the Air, Genie/Midnight, recognition

(vague prompt is vague to avoid spoilers)

"I beseech you, O most cunning of warriors," said Abdullah, looking thoroughly harassed as he retrieved a blue-glass bottle from among his scattered belongings, "will you keep that cat of yours away from my possessions?"

"Nope," said the soldier calmly, continuing to clean his fingernails with his knife. "I'd like to see the man who can."

*squeals with glee* I think this fills my Sophie- (and Howl/Sophie-loving heart) with an unimaginable amount of delight. And bonus Abdullah and the soldier being so perfectly themselves--!!!!!! ♥ ♥ ♥

(Also: because I simply have to ask this of everyone I know who's read this book because I can never quite figure it out: when do you think Howl realized who the cat and kitten really were? We know Sophie had no clue, but Howl certainly would guess that she'd land somewhere in the area; however, the genie always resents getting milk and fish for the cats so much, and there's that part where Midnight first shows up, investigates the bottle, and the genie seems to genuinely believe she's going to eat him, so...?

Gosh, I don't know, it's been a while since I read it actually--but I can easily imagine Howl a) feigning reluctance to provide food for his wife and child and b)being genuinely afraid of what Sophie will do to him after he turned her into a cat. She's a scary lady, and he is a coward.

(And thank you! Abdullah's dialogue is a treat to write. Some people find it annoying, but they have no poetry in their souls.)

I can easily imagine Howl a) feigning reluctance to provide food for his wife and child and b)being genuinely afraid of what Sophie will do to him after he turned her into a cat.--Ha! So can I. :D
(And how can you not like Abdullah's dialogue? It's charming, and it comes Calcifer-approved!)

Narnia, Susan, there's just one life to live/ and there's no time to wait, to waste

Bridge to Terabithia/Narnia, Jess & Susan, everything changes, you'll be amazed what you'll find/ if you look through my eyes

Edit: IDEK where that cross came from, sorry...

Edited (Because seriously, WTF was that prompt, brain?) 2013-03-20 19:24 (UTC)

I hope this is okay because I don't know a whole lot about Narnia but I loved the idea of the prompt, and Bridge to Terebithia, so I tried!

Jesse lifted his head, straightening his crown at the sight of the newcomer - a girl whom appeared to be close to his age, perhaps a little younger, and carrying an air of playfulness about her despite her various regalia.

"I am Queen Susan, one of the Queens of Narnia," the girl said, bowing, "and I seek to know more about your kingdom of Terebithia."

Jesse smiled as he stood and bowed to the queen, introducing himself as the King of Terebitha, and dutifully transcribing about his people, Squogres, and the Giant Troll that once plagued his land years before, whom they both stop to wave to at one point -- all the while, he smiled and wondered why his heart beat so.

Edited 2013-03-21 07:14 (UTC)

*If I'm not supposed to post this here, my apologies in advance!*

THIS IS WONDERFUL!! Thank you for the fill!!

Narnia, Susan, big girls don't cry

The stark reality of death is staring her in the face through the three persons lying broken and motionless in front of her, each different, yet it is clear that they are related. She presses her fist to her mouth in a valiant effort to stay the tears that are threatening to come, and years of practice keeps the emotion in its place--hidden until the proper time, and this is not that time. After all, she is Susan Pevensie, and one's reputation is all one has in a moment like this.

YESSSSS. This is one of the many things in my head, this is perfect.

I'm glad you liked it! This prompt also gave me an idea for a one-shot, so thank you! :-)

Canaanite religion, Asherah/Yahweh, breaking up is hard to do.

El is consummate power, yes, and she took him in the oldest of days as a suitable father for her children, and the coupling has turned out well enough. These days, though, he has begun again one of those power-mad games in which he forsakes most of their creation and her role in it to choose and test a certain people - this happens periodically, but now he seeks to eliminate all other powers. Her name has been wiped from lips and books, and if he comes crawling back again, he'll see that this time it is impossible to forgive.

Love it. :)

Doctor Who/Community, Abed & the Doctor, this is the darkest timeline

You'll have to forgive me for adding a fourth sentence, this kind of ran away with me.

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He wasn't the Inspector, but Dark Abed was beyond caring at this point (a fact that would have horrified any of his former friends, had they known); Abed watched him prance around the console room of a police box that was entirely too large on the inside, and he said nothing as the Doctor rambled on about tangled timelines and setting this one right.

Abed's felt beard itched, and he scratched it, contemplating if he wanted a return to a brighter timeline; perhaps he had, long ago, but now he hardly cared (or so he was telling himself, biting back half a dozen questions and trying not to wonder who would win in a fight, the Doctor or the Inspector -- of course it would have to be the Inspector, but there was something in the Doctor's eyes that frightened even Abed).

"I've got something in sick bay for the glue," the Doctor said, his jacket flapping as he pressed buttons and turned dials and hummed; "so you can go get yourself cleaned up, and then we'll sort all this out!"

Abed wanted to believe him, wanted to see where all the corridors led; he was halfway down the hallway before he let himself whisper, "It's bigger on the inside," and admitted that it made slightly more sense that way.

Hahaha, this is fabulous! Thank you!

You're welcome!

Oh, Abed! Entirely worth the fourth sentence.

Thank you!

Alice (2009), Charlie, a knight's duty is never done

He watches the line.

For her, he will fight.

For Just Alice of Legend, he will defend Wonderland.

Harry Potter, Severus Snape (&any), Dumbledore's man through and through

LotR/Sherlock Holmes, any, half of magic is knowing what to look for

WHEE THANK YOU

After a few hundred centuries in Valinor, Olorin ran out of pipeweed. Shortly after, he decided he'd had quite enough of rest and eternal bliss—he'd never thought he would miss being pestered with questions by small people, but it seemed he did—and he betook himself back to Middle Earth, where he soon found a decent position as resident mysterious old wizard to one Uthr Pendragon, who had tolerable pipeweed and a penchant for disguises. When he got sick of the questions, he contrived to have himself shut up in a rock and took a nap; in those days there was always a demand for mysterious old wizards and he had no trouble finding work when he came out.

This arrangement worked well for quite awhile, but then the age of rationalism came along and the demand for resident wizards (which had fallen in the days of Elizabeth—but the quality of pipeweed improved significantly at the same time, so he'd not troubled about it) absolutely plummeted to the point where he had to completely overhaul his appearance (he'd always enjoyed disguises, though the hawk nose tended to persist) and go in for mundane crime-solving—boring at times, but the mouse-colored dressing gown was close enough to familiar, the pipeweed was more plentiful than ever before, and Watson was absolutely superb at asking questions.

Edited 2013-03-20 21:59 (UTC)

This is simply awesome and makes complete sense, in a weird kind of way.

Born of a random dentist-office thought, and the crazy similarities only appeared when I really started writing. *g*

Hee. I can emphathise. These things happen to me all the time.

SO SO SO PERFECT I CAN'T EVEN, I need so much more of Gandalf-as-Holmes, it is DELIGHTFUL.

HEEHEEHEE THANK YOU FOR PROMPTING IT WHEN I NEEDED IT PROMPTED and really, doesn't it explain SO MUCH about Holmes?

I don't know anything about Sherlock Holmes, but I certainly know Olórin, and this was an absolute hilarity.

...Do I recognize a little of my Arthurian/Silm headcanon in there, Pencil?

BAD AILA YOU MUST READ SHERLOCK HOLMES. He never wants to tell Watson what he's up to, and he smokes endlessly, and he makes seemingly magical deductions.

YES. YES YOU DO. I STOLE IT HOPE YOU DON'T MIND.

Okay, if you say so. I shall (at some point).

I don't mind in the least! I'm rather flattered, actually!

This is delightful. It is GREAT how you use the idea of the hooked nose, the penchant for solving other peoples' troubles, and the pipeweed/tobacco to link the same character over time. It is utter crack and utterly delightful.

I giggled the whole time I was writing this and looking things up—I thought Holmes's dressing gown was mauve, but then one source said it was mouse-colored, which fits so perfectly. Also the questions! Never forget the questions and the refusal to answer them until he's good and ready! :-D

Hahaha this is fabulous! Watson is superb at asking questions!

XD.

Hilarious and utterly cracky and delightful!

Thank you! I think I had more fun writing it than you had reading it!

Haha, I love this. What a great idea- Olorin through the ages finally morphing into Sherlock Holmes.

That's awesome. :)

This is genius.

The Lizzie Bennet Diaries, Caroline Lee (& or /any), I'm not romantic, you know

"Do you think I'm mad because you stole Darcy from me? No, Elizabeth Bennet, I'm not that kind of girl."

Then what kind of girl are you, Lizzie means to ask, but no sooner does she open her mouth then Caroline's lips are on hers, fierce and hungry, and Lizzie's arms are around Caroline's waist pulling her closer, and everything she knows is wrong again.

HA! I've seen this theory floating about! Great to see it in the 3SF!!! Oh Caroline, you just have a broken heart is all.

Glad to oblige! :)

Thank you! I'd been hoping someone would go for that pairing. Caroline's crush on Elizabeth has been a what-if in P&P that I've always wanted to explore, although I'd always seen it as unrequited, but this works very well too! Go for it, Caroline!

Although let me say poor Darcy ;-)

I'm glad you liked it! And Darcy is just going to have to live with it, I'm afraid. :P

Narnia (rthverse)/Mary Russell series, Mary/Mary, in the desert

And you all get right on that. My brain broke. (Note spiffy icon by

metonomia

Greek Mythology, Cassiopeia and Andromeda, like mother like daughter

OMG I have such a soft spot for those two and their relationship! Wrote fic about it and everything:)

After the coronation, Perseus turns to her with an expression of pure panic; he was raised to be useful in a fisherman's hut, her husband, and when he speaks, she already knows what to expect: "I--I don't know what to do now."

But unlike him, Andromeda was born the daughter of Cassiopeia of Aethiopia, who took the forgotten port of Joppa and turned it into a marvel that even the gods envied; who encouraged her sturdy ships and brave captains to explore every corner of the known world; who married an insignificant son of Egypt and transformed him into a king worthy to sit beside her.

"Fortunately for you," she says, smiling, "I do."

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THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED THANK YOUUUU <3

(Also if you wanted to link me to that fic I would not complain :D)

Yay! I loved writing this, so I'm so glad you enjoyed it! :D
(And here is a link!)

Lovely! I love how unsure Perseus is, and how Andromeda knows exactly how to reassure him, thinking to herself about the parallels between her and Cassiopeia's marriages.

:D Thank you! I am pretty inordinately fond of these two--mostly because they seem to have a perfectly nice, functional life after their main myth, which actually allows for a rare happy ending!

Transformers, Bumblebee, feels like a guard dog

Greek mythology, Hades/Persephone (+Demeter), and I am finally seeing/why I was the one worth leaving

Greek mythology, Hades/Persephone, modern AU, I'm staring at the asphalt wondering/what's buried underneath

Persephone is a botanist, he learns over dinner (Jibneh with pomegranate for her and Schwarma for him, at Elysium, the greatest Middle Eastern restaurant he's ever frequented), because she is in love with the sweet, dizzy brightness of spring and she loves to watch the first flowers grow. She smiles brightly, like the world's loveliest sunflower, when she speaks of her job, and he tells her about his work as an archaeologist, as a collector of memories and souls, about how he reaches into the earth to find lost relics and to hear the stories dead men couldn't ever tell again.

He is quickly enraptured by her, by her wheat-gold hair and river blue eyes, by her unconscious, nervous gestures that are quick like startled rabbits and her laugh like early morning birdsong, and so he kisses her, gently, when they part ways at the restraunt's door; her breath tastes like pomegranate and he is certain, irrevocably so, that this will not be their final meeting, that she will return to him once more.

omg, the food they both choose! And their professions!! And the way everything about her speaks of spring and nature!! And she tastes like pomegranate!!!

Everything about this is SO wonderful and beautiful and amazing, thank you!!

Thank you so much! The details are always the fun part for me with AUs, so I'm glad to hear that you liked them (and the rest of the ficlet)!

I would read a whole world of this AU, it is so delightful and perfect!

Thank you so much!

This was so very marvelous, I think I'll go to sleep right now with it still on my mind. Amazing ficlet!

Thank you! I'm very glad to hear that you liked it so much!

I love this! Hades as archeologist, hearing the stories of the dead, and Persephone loving the living world. Gorgeous!

Thank you so much! I love AUs, so I'm glad you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

I have no words for how gorgeous this is.

Thank you so much!! :)

Narnia, any, baby hedgehogs EVERYWHERE

"How many did you say there were?" Peter asks as he gingerly steps over two more.

"Seventeen, Your Majesty," replied one of his Guards, after sending a reassuring glance the way of several proud mothers, and Peter drew in a sharp breath.

"And what are they all doing in Cair Paravel's front yard?" the king whispered loudly, bemusement and disbelief written all over his face.

Ha! I love this! So very perfect!

I'm glad you liked it! :D

Adorable!

Thanks! :D

Hee, baby hedgehogs everywhere! So cute! And Peter's so confused!

I'm glad you enjoyed it! Your prompt was too funny to resist. :D

Lovely! and fun! :D

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it! :D

So funny!

Thanks! :D

Amelia Peabody, Sethos (+Amelia/Emerson), The Tale of Isis and Osiris

The tale of Isis and Osiris had been Sethos's blueprint, giving form and structure to the anger and resentment burning inside him for so long. But along the way, his carefully constructed plans collapsed like an ancient tomb. He fell in love with Isis, and even worse, discovered that he actually liked and respected Osiris - damn the man.

:D I love this so much--the imagery of the blueprint echoing in the collapsing tomb. But more than that, the acknowledgement of the weird relationship of mutual respect these three develop--this is wonderful, thank you so much! ♥

You're very welcome! You post the best prompts, I have to say. :)))

One of the things I love about the Amelia Peabody books is that weird relationships of mutual respect that develops among the three of them. Sethos almost seems like a cartoon villain at first and yet he turns out to be anything but.

Medieval English History, Richard III/Anne Neville, we are young

"What will it be like when we are married, do you think?" Anne asks, tiny and delicate as a bird, perched on the window seat of her mother's solar, her little feet swinging under the edge of her skirt.

Richard can hear the clamor of the other boys rising up from the training yard; he knows he will be mocked if found here, yet he can't bring himself to care - Anne is much better company that any of the boys, even at her tender age.

"Why, it will be splendid, my lady," he says, stretching and trying to ignore the pain in his back that seems to grow every day, grateful that he does not need to ignore Anne's look, because she alone never seems to notice the way his shoulders twist more with each month, each inch that he grows, "and we will be the happiest people in all the realm, and have a dozen plump children," and Anne giggles, and shyly takes his hand in hers.

Oh Richard bb!!!! Hugs? Sweet Anne, to be so understanding and wonderful with him. This was beautiful and heartbreaking.

Thanks! I wanted to write them when they were still happy and not too many awful things had happened to them, which meant going waaaaay back. 'Gentle' and 'sweet' are pretty much the first things that come to mind when I think of Anne!

Well, you already know I think your Richard/Anne is fabulous, but this--ack! Anne never notices his shoulder! Richard likes hanging out with her better than the other boys! And Richard's prediction!--*sobs at horrible contrast to what actually happens*

The prediction was a bit cruel of me, wasn't it? But they were still so sweet and hopeful at this point! Sigh...

OH POOR SAD DOOMED BABIES, they are so precious here!

I love them in all their sweet oblivious doomed-ness! Poor babies indeed...they had such awful lives that I like to think they made each other very happy in the time they had, at least.

Sniff. You are fabulous.

Aww, thanks.

He finds her in tears in her bedchamber, heaving with gasping sobs, and when he kneels at her feet and asks in that sad, desperate voice what has happened, the only word she can manage to choke out is a soft, "Blood."

All in a moment, his face clears, and he smiles gently at her, stroking her cheek and saying, "But we are young still, my dear Anne - there will be other babes yet, you'll see, and no need to weep over your woman's blood so."

He is called away then, and leaves with a kiss pressed to her cheek; she manages a tremulous smile for him and clutches her hand tighter around her bloodied handkerchief, trying to breathe deeply, trying not to cough again, trying desperately to keep her secret from him just a little longer.

This is heartbreaking but beautiful, just so you know--him kneeling at her feet and being so sweet (and of course their one kid has just died unexpectedly, and *sob* for that, too) and her realizing what's going on but wanting to shield him (and perhaps herself, too) from it just a bit longer and-and--
*sniffle* This is lovely, that is all.

POOR BABIES, I know!! It really was a total 'rocks fall, everyone dies' for them there at the end. I felt so bad writing Richard so sweet and with such hope (or at least putting on a good face for Anne) knowing what was to come for them...sigh.

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