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.

3SF is a Choose Not to Warn space. Spoiler and content warnings are not required, though writers are free to add them if they please. If you see something you don't like, just scroll until you do!

A Dreamwidth account is not needed to participate. Anonymous prompts/fills are welcome, or you can use Open ID.

Cross-posting is encouraged; there is a 3SF Collection on AO3 if you'd like to post fills there as well.

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

And most importantly, have fun! If you have questions, check the Sticky Info post and if they're not answered there, head to the Contact the Mods post.

Comments

[ravenlilyrose]

any, any, sigil

Sigil (JS&MN, Childermass and Vinculus).

[theseatheseatheopensea]

In the half-dark hours before the sunrise, by the sea, they sit together and read each other--they read every meaning and every sigil in these paths of red and black and blue, etched deep with magic. Together, so close, so sharp, so careful, as if they had a small, tender secret within. And, perhaps, they do.

Re: Sigil (JS&MN, Childermass and Vinculus).

[wintersday]

Oh, this is excellent.

Re: Sigil (JS&MN, Childermass and Vinculus).

[theseatheseatheopensea]

Thank you so much!

Protective Power (Teen Wolf; Stiles & Claudia, Stiles/Derek) x2

[kalira]

"What are you doing?" Stiles asked, peering over his mother's worktable, and she smiled at him and brushed a hand over his hair, then lifted him up to see - a deep red band lay across the surface, and her needle and brilliant red thread picking out a pattern upon it.

"I am thinking of how difficult it is to keep you safe, my little mischief, Mieczysław," his mother said, and he ducked his head, but giggled as he saw his mother's smile, "and how I shall do so always, no matter what."

"Teach me about it?" Stiles asked, and his mother gave him another warm smile and showed him the way to distill the patterns from words, rich and complex, strokes curving and slashing and arching together to frame a boundary for the world.

~

Stiles paused in his hurried rummaging through the cluttered drawer, his fingers brushing something quite familiar and yet-

He pulled out a deep red band - as bright now as it had been the day it had been sewn, he thought, throat tight, and the stitching as brilliant, not quite fading into the fabric - and his heart squeezed in his chest, memory rushing back over him; he laced it around his wrist - it would no longer fit around his throat as it had once - and clasped it there, as secure as ever and pulsing with familiar warmth.

. . .the memory of strokes that, worked and wound with love, could bend and bind reality rushed in his mind, mingling with thoughts of a figure forever interposing himself between dangers and those they would harm; bleeding and holding steady, no matter what - Stiles' fingers itched for a pen and a needle, feeling a flash of sympathy for his mother, his mind already shaping a new and very particular sigil for a very important wolf.