2023 Three Sentence Ficathon - Post #1

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Welcome to the 2023 Three Sentence Ficathon!
As of 16 Jan 2023 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.



This post will remain open for new prompts until we hit 4000 comments, at which point we'll open a new one to avoid captcha as long as possible. New fills and comments on fills will always be welcome.


How to Prompt

Prompts should be one prompt per comment, formatted in this way: fandom, character(s), prompt word/sentence

Example: Star Wars, Obi-Wan Kenobi, I don't like sand

Prompts may also be open ended, unspecific, or anthropomorphic, such as:

any, any, I don't like sand
or
Earth geography, sand, I don't like humans very much, either

Prompts for relationships are welcome; a / is used for romantic/sexual relationships and an & for platonic. A prompt that uses both means the relationship can be written as either romantic or platonic, such as:

Star Wars, Anakin/&Obi-Wan, I don't like sand

Prompts may be repeated if they are unfilled; there is no obligation to read through every prompt to make sure yours isn't a repeat. This year's 3SF will stay open for new prompts through Sunday, February 12th.

How to Fill

Respond to your chosen prompt with a short fic of three sentences containing the fandom & characters requested!

Prompts can be filled more than once, as many times as someone has a new idea for them.

Notes & Rules

No, fills do not need to be exactly three sentences! It's more of a guideline. Please abuse grammar and punctuation as much as desired.

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Note that the comm is searchable! Tick the 'include comments' button when searching to easily find prompts for your chosen fandom/characters.

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Comments

[edenfalling]

Duck Hunt, any, what if it was rabbit season instead?

[edenfalling]

Duck Hunt, any, who makes those magic raincoats?

[edenfalling]

Duck Hunt, police force, why so lenient about murder?

[be_themoon]

"Yeah, here you go," and she hesitates before taking the gun back because something about this has to be wrong. Triple checks every aspect of it, makes sure it's completely intact, and then just stands there for a long minute as she absorbs her own confusion and considers it.

This is all they were going to do to her for an "accidental" shooting of a fellow hunter - she checks her GPS again and puts her gun back in it's holster.

Oh, right. America.

[edenfalling]

Duck Hunt, any, where DO those revival brains come from?

Star Trek AOS

[mxcatmoon]

Star Trek AOS, Kirk /& McCoy, "What else is new?!"

Re: Star Trek AOS

[ravenlilyrose]

"Bones! I think we might have a problem!"
"What else is new?"
"Nothing, unless a group of natives trying to kill us on a supposedly uninhabited planet is something new!"

[archersangel]

Ghostbusters (1984), Egon & or / Janine, Lunch break

[eerian_sadow]

(this ficlet has the distinction of being my first ever Ghostbusters fanfic, despite being in love with the series since I was a wee child.)

“You haven’t left this room in three days, so I brought you back a pastrami on rye when i went to the deli.” Janine set a bag down next to the Latin translation guide, careful not to cover any papers, pages or diagrams doodled on the tabletop.

Egon’s stomach growled loudly a moment later, and he wondered how she had known he would need to eat now. “Thank you, Janine. That was thoughtful of you.”

“Well, someone around here has to be.” She smiled and held up a matching bag. “You want some company while you eat?”

Normally, he wouldn’t, but he was starting to get a headache from staring at the text for too long and he needed a break anyway. “Yes, please. But we should move to Venkman’s desk for safety.”

“Yeah, I’d hate to accidentally wake up some ancient demon or something because one of us dripped mayonnaise.” She nodded and reached for one of the spare chairs to drag over to their colleague’s desk.

[mxcatmoon]

Any, any, peckish.

Fallen London, A Seeker of the Name

[sincereously]

When you first began to hunt the Name, that niggling little peckishness had been a mere annoyance; it became a constant companion, became a friend, became the only part of you that has not yet melted away like a candle's wax. The gnawing has eaten your stomach now, and still you devour - chestnuts and flesh, and dreams, and hope. Still you are never satisfied.

(This is only right.)
(Hunt as he was hunted.)
(Consume as he was consumed.)

Leverage

[mxcatmoon]

Leverage, any, "Who do you see when you look at me?"

Re: Leverage

[dariaw]

"This is useless," Eliot grumbled as Hardison gathered up the answers from the team for the 'teambuilding' activity.

"Okay," Hardison said, ignoring him, "The 5 words people use to describe Eliot are: 'the one who protects us'; 'noble warrior and steadfast friend'; 'badass, nice hair, good cook'; and ... uh... 'definitely, totally still owns socks'...."

After a pause, Eliot shouted, "Parker, why would you steal my socks?!"

[archersangel]

Back to the Future, Marty, Déjà vu.

Crossing Jordan

[mxcatmoon]

Crossing Jordan, any, "Something stinks in here, and it ain't the bodies."

[dragonofeternal]

Kingdom Hearts, Xigbar, dramatically falling to your death (when you're the dude who's constantly teleporting during fights)

The Last Illusion

[silveradept]

The kids always did like a bit of dramatic flair, and hey, if they think he's dead, it'll stop them from asking inconvenient questions when the other Foretellers finally arrive. So he makes sure to expel the part of the old coot right after he falls over the edge, before following a corridor right to where he's been keeping the box for safety.

They never think to check for a body, and one of these days, it's going to be a hell of a surprise for everybody when Luxu comes back from the grave.

[dragonofeternal]

Kingdom Hearts, Axel & Saix, making their messy breakup everyone else in the Organization's problem

[dragonofeternal]

Kingdom Hearts, any, navigating a new game's skill gimmick

Kairi, Station of Awakening

[silveradept]

"Keyblades are as strong and flexible as the hearts that wield them," the voice said as the floor underneath Kairi illuminated to reveal herself, Naminé, and Xion, all looking in different directions with their eyes open.

"Being a Princess of Heart grants you the ability not to just defeat your opponents with the Keyblade, but to purify their hearts and absorb them into yourself to increase your own power," the voice continued.

[Kairi learned Qu Form! Devour your enemies' hearts to unlock their special attacks!]

[dragonofeternal]

any, any, the power of fluffy boys

Old Gods of Appalachia, The Dead Queen & Caleb Gibson, blessed curses

[wearing_tearing]

The Dead Queen chose to bestow one of her blessings upon Caleb Gibson for a reason: he was just a baby, adorable and soft as a kitten, and his sweetness called to others like bees to honey.

That was a trap, in many ways.

But what the Dead Queen forgot to count on was that said sweetness was what made Caleb a beacon for eventual destruction, yes, but it was also what made people want to... help undo what was done to him. Oh, yes.

[dragonofeternal]

any, any, an abandoned roadside attraction

Mad Max, Post-Fury Road

[chronologicalimplosion]

There's technically a road under the tires of the old Jeep Max is driving--he can feel the slip of too-deep sand when one wheel leaves the buried asphalt, signalling that he's found another curve--but there are absolutely no other landmarks to speak of, and there haven't been for days... until, that is, he gets close enough to see that one of the massive sand-colored shapes is not, in fact, a dune, but a wind-swept statue of a sheep, as tall as anything he's ever seen, crooked but still standing.

The car finally runs out of gas about half a mile out, making him sling all his earthly possessions over his back to walk the rest of the way to it. Like a miracle, it has a small smattering of abandoned cars around it, and he finds himself trying to piece together the tragedies that caused their owners to leave such valuable resources behind while he shimmies their locks, his bones heavy with the effort of imagining a world calm enough to carve a giant sheep and the realization that, a few hard years' worth of deaths ago, he would have feared some desperate souls awaiting him for an ambush.

[dragonofeternal]

any, any, what is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil

Transformers (G1 S3) Rodimus Prime, First Aid, Cyclonus/Galvatron

[raisedbymoogles]

"What's the damage?" Rodimus asked, and First Aid tried and failed to hide a wince.

"Three deactivated, sixteen seriously wounded. All of them, uh - late in the battle." Now it was Rodimus's turn to wince - the three dead mechs hadn't been friends, exactly, but they had been his, and their lost sparks were laid to his account. "Um, look, I'm not a tactician, so take this with a grain of selenium..."

And that was rare enough that Rodimus put down his stylus entirely to give 'Aid his full attention. "Go ahead. I'm not a tactician either, you can't be worse than me at it."

The attempt at self-deprecation fell flat, and First Aid didn't even try to pick it up again, sweetspark that he was. "Just - next time you go after the Decepticon High Command? Maybe take out Cyclonus first."

"...yeah. Yeah, that was a tactical error, in retrospect." Rodimus ducked his head down, rubbed over it with one hand. "Sorry, 'Aid. Thanks for all your hard work today."

"I didn't say it to make you feel bad." And, throwing rank to the winds - not that Rodimus cared about that anyway - First Aid came over and hugged him, until Rodimus unbent enough to hug him back. "You did your best. And you know better now. That's all you can do."

"Mhm." Rodimus carefully didn't respond, just leaned into the hug for as long as First Aid wanted, and ducked his head down for pats as they separated. "Get some rest, okay, lil doc? Hot Spot'll string me up if he thinks I'm overworking you."

"Oh, he will not." But First Aid agreeably trotted off, presumably toward his own berth, leaving Rodimus to lean back in his chair and wrestle with his own thoughts.

Said thoughts were on the violet god of vengeance Cyclonus had become, when the Autobots had managed to bring Galvatron down. All but untouchable in the air, death to those on the ground - Cyclonus had always been singleminded in his purpose, but his purpose tended to swing back and forth on Galvatron's whims. With Galvatron no longer conscious, Cyclonus's focus had narrowed down to a single, needle-sharp point. Really, it was a miracle they'd only lost three. And Galvatron himself, who was probably in some Decepticon medbay getting welded back together already.

The deaths still hurt, but - Rodimus's spark was hanging on the glimpse he'd caught of Cyclonus's expression, just before he'd transformed and started raining destruction down on all of them. Not just dismayed, not just enraged, something beyond both of them. It wasn't just duty or loyalty that had ignited Cyclonus's engines then, Rodimus would swear to it on his own spark.

Given that... he couldn't hate or blame Cyclonus, even if the jet had killed a hundred of Rodimus's Autobots. He just hoped Galvatron knew what a treasure he had in Cyclonus, and returned his lieutenant's love with some measure of loyalty.

[dragonofeternal]

any, any, those who hunt monsters should take care, lest they thereby become monsters themselves; for if you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss also stares into you

[smallhobbit]

They knew they were right and the monsters needed to be eliminated. They had been shining white, but the black from the monsters started to attach itself to them, and they gradually turned first a paler grey and then darker grey until the colour grew indistinguishable from black. And then they were afraid in their turn for the new ones in shiny white were after them, and thus the never ending cycle was perpetuated.

[dragonofeternal]

Persona 2, any, perspective shift

[dragonofeternal]

Persona, Nyarlathotep, they have to beat me every time, but I only have to win once

[dragonofeternal]

Persona 2, Tatsuya Sudou, voices

[dragonofeternal]

Persona 2, Eikichi Mishina, it's the boss's job to look out for the little guy

[(Anonymous)]

Battlestar Galactica 2003, Sharon Valerii, nothing good was ever free

[be_themoon]

She remembers (the mines, the cat, her parents, their joy when she was accepted, the plants in the windows to help with the fumes from the mines, the warmth of her mother's hug in the morning while making pancakes).

She remembers (vats, orders, not caring or knowing how to, understanding what she was about to do but oh, how she hadn't ever really known, how she hadn't understood).

She remembers being alive, for a moment, and then the being who was almost a person named Sharon Valerii is gone.

[(Anonymous)]

Battlestar Galactica 2003, Tory Foster, this little light of mine / I'm gonna let it shine

[(Anonymous)]

Battlestar Galactica 2003, Cally Henderson, how the world drags you along

[(Anonymous)]

Battlestar Galactica 2003, any, sky beneath our feet