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[three-sentence-ficathon]

2026 3SF is on its way!

Dust off those prompts! This year's Three Sentence Ficathon schedule will be as follows:

First post opens: Saturday, January 17th Closing to new prompts: Sunday, February 15th

As always, fills can be posted year-round.

Get ready to prompt and fill like mad! You can also add any fills from past years to the AO3 3SF Collection! We can't wait to see what you all come up with this year.

Info post HERE.

Mod contact post HERE.

[siverwrites]

3 Sentence Ficathon part 1

3 Sentence Ficathon is going now! https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/6398.html

3 I've done so far for Majora's Mask, Final Fantasy VI and Sea of Stars.

any, any, a quiet moment The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask, Link

https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/6398.html?thread=12143102#cmt12143102

The rain pattered gently into the grass by the laundry pool; Link didn't know how many times he'd seen it--less than the number of times he'd turned back time (and he couldn't say what that count was at either)--but he hadn't really <i>looked</i> at it before. There were always too many tasks as the weight of...everything bore down, or the next area called.

Maybe he could pause while he waited for time to tick on to the next needed hour in the silence of this area before Anju arrived, and even Tatl drifted away to stare at something in the water, so yes, this time on this iteration of today, he would simply wait and take in the delicate peace of 11am on the second day.

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any Final Fantasy, any, chocobos FFVI, Celes, Mog & chocobo

https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/6398.html?thread=12517374#cmt12517374

Celes stared in bemusement at the emphatically waving moogle and the apparent discussion between him and the chocobo—they had all selected their mounts, but Mog seemed to have stricter requirements.

However, between the kwehs, kupos, warks and kuphehs, clearly some sort of arrangement was agreed upon as the chocobo folded its legs to bend low enough for Mog to clamber up and settle into the saddle, paws grasping the reins and pom-pom bobbing.

While the combination was certainly a sight there remained a familiarity to it that made it oddly comforting in their damaged world...even if she still couldn't make heads or tails (nor beak or pompom) of the continued exchange of Kupos and Kwehs as they rode away from the stable.

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Any, Any, Just another day in paradise Sea of Stars, Edgar

https://threesentenceficathon.dreamwidth.org/6398.html?thread=12402430#cmt12402430

What was an oasis but a respite? Edgar beamed as the inn doors opened, and his expression only flickered a tiny fraction at the sight of the newcomer—another poor, er, lucky soul come to Lucent—and he welcomed them as he welcomed all his customers, “Come in, come in, welcome to the First Stage of Grief where you may spend the rest of your days in peace and forget all about your woes.”

After all, it was simply another day in paradise; nothing terrible ever happened in paradise.

[i-exist-solely-for-fandom]

what participating in 3SF feels like

[emyn-arnens]

That Which They Defend

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Faramir points to the maps of old and traces with his finger the old, bloated borders of the kingdom, sustained by a tithe of too much blood, Gondorian and foe alike, and he reads from history books of the excesses of the kings of old, grown rich from conquest and yet spreading their kingdom thinner than the gauzy silks of the south, always seeking for more, grasping at it even as it slipped from their fingers, so like to the vanity that brought the end of the Sea-kings of old. “It begins with borders,” he says, his eyes grey and grave as he regards Boromir. The eyes of the Sea-kings, the eyes of the conquerors. Yes, he and Faramir ought to know.

Faramir points to the recent census—the numbers so much smaller than that of Gondor at its height, their people culled by the long years of war. “Shall we ask our people to spill yet more blood—and upon fields far from home?” he asks of Boromir.

He leads Boromir through the treasury, pointing to the emptied coffers, so recently poured out upon the war in Umbar, and he lists the names of the fiefs and towns in debt to the crown, still struggling to heave off the weight of the years of war. “Shall we ask our people to give yet more, to empty their purses for the acquiring of lands they shall never see?” he asks.

He takes Boromir through the wing of the citadel given to the hostages of Harad, the princes that while their days in the court of Minas Tirith, forgetting the faces of their fathers and mothers, their brothers and their sisters, whittling away the edges of themselves that speak of Harad until they become something more Gondorian. “Shall we fill our halls with the princes of foreign lands?” he asks.

“Wars ought only to be waged to defend,” Faramir says, and Boromir understands: There is nothing to be defended but the hope of regaining past glory.

And when Aragorn announces his plans for war in the East, Boromir stands at his brother’s side and counsels peace.

[possibility-left]

3 Sentence Ficathon 2026

All of my 3 sentence ficathon fills are now on AO3! Please feel free to read them there, organized by fandom!

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Disney's Mulan

Elementary

Hazbin Hotel

Heated Rivalry

Leverage

Murderbot

Star Wars

Stardew Valley

And there are 17! yes 17! ficlets that I wrote this year for Good Omens!

[bwoahtastic]

alpine double podium deserves estebanxpierre 3sf right????

"Only this once... to celebrate..." Pierre managed to gasp between firm, rough kisses as Esteban crowded him against the wall of the driver room, hands pressing under his fireproofs already, warm fingers on sweaty skin.

"Yes, only this once," Esteban agreed while mouthing at Pierre's neck, their hips pressing together for friction, they were just blowing off steam after all, there was nothing more behind it...

Pierre pulled Esteban's head up from where it had been buried in the crook of his neck to lock their lips again, both of them refusing to acknowledge the kiss was a bit softer, sweeter, as their fingers tangled together in a tight grip on Pierre's side...

[violsva]

3SF

Threesentenceficathon is still running, but I wrote one (1) fic and one (1) prompt and then stopped. I'm not sure why, writing in general has been going well, but oh well. Here it is.

any, any, snow day! The new monarchs of Narnia had seen only the very tail-end of the Long Winter, but their subjects’ memories were almost entirely filled with snow and ice; only the oldest Trees and Centaurs, and a few of those who had been turned into statues, could remember a time before the endless cold. For the first few years of their reigns the English children deferred to their subjects’ remembered pain, and kept their own joy at snow private; there was no celebratory feeling in the country during the winter, and even Christmas was a somewhat solemn time, full of hope for spring. But after a few years the first generation of children after the Witch’s reign grew old enough to play in the snow, and when Peter saw Lucy staring longingly out the window at the snowflakes with a litter of fox cubs, he fetched coats and mittens and took them all outside, saying, “Come on, we can’t let a whole season be all serious,” and threw a snowball just over Lucy’s head.

Recs, all about cats:

Narnia, any, "self portrait"

And for my prompt: Any, Any cat, starving!!

[uncleasad]

just stopping by to let you and other hosie people know that the 2025 three sentence ficathon is currently ongoing (open until feb 9) if you (plural) were interested in prompting or filling (hosie, pizzie, other fandoms, etc.) :D

Thanks for the heads up, anon! 🙏 I shall endeavour to spread the word!

I had to do a bit of digging to discover exactly what this is 😉 It’s a month-long multi-fandom microfiction event hosted on Dreamwidth where folks are free to post simple prompts and/or fill prompts with 3-ish sentence fics:

(There’s a tumblr presence, too: @three-sentence-ficathon)