[Rec] Three Sentence Ficathon Fills for my prompts!

I finally got around to leaving a handful of prompts over at the current Three Sentence Ficathon post, and the lovely and talented violsva filled two of them!

Enchanted Forest Chronicles, Kazul, child-raising

Tam Lin (Pamela Dean), Tina, a pink curtain problem

You should totally head on over to read all the other marvelous fills, and write some prompts and/or fills of your own. :D

daily update, Thursday Feb. 20

Things done today:

1. 9am-7pm at the rental office. Very boring day, given that many Cornell students are already leaving for February break. Both Mom Boss and Aunt Boss are currently on vacation, so Miss California has picked up some extra hours by being a second person in the office today and tomorrow. (I would have returned the favor on Wednesday, but I was at Not the IRS all morning and afternoon.)

2. I forgot to mention this yesterday, but I finished listening to The World of Byzantium on Wednesday morning, and started on a new Great Courses lecture series: How to Listen to and Understand Great Music (3rd edition). I listened to episode 2 today. The lecturer is not to be trusted when it comes to historical interpretation of non-musical trends (though he's fine on names and dates, thank goodness), but fortunately he mostly sticks to music and personal history anecdata, so I can grit my teeth and say "Oh for fuck's sake" a lot when he attempts to explain the fall of the (western) Roman Empire. (This is the same guy who did the Bach lecture series I listened to and enjoyed last year, FYI. He had the same "please stop trying to do social, political, or economic history and just stick to music, which you are admittedly very good at" issue there, too.)

3. Listened to The Magnus Archives episode 154: Bloody Mary. As I've mentioned before, I am slowing way down in the homestretch of season 4 because I don't want to run out of content and be stuck in a long hiatus. :/

4. Read chapter 5 of A Fistful of Shells, which felt a bit less in-depth than the previous chapters despite being ten pages longer, perhaps because it's trying to cover a much larger geographic area.

5. Wrote two 3-sentence ficathon fills.

6. Started folding and putting away linens from Sunday's laundry haul.

Now I am going to finish dinner, after which I think I will attempt a bit more writing since I have not yet reached my wordcount goal for the day... and, of course, fold some more linens since they're currently strewn all over my bed as part of my attempt to force myself to fold them because otherwise I can't go to sleep. (This trick does not always work. Sometimes I just chuck the unfolded items back in the laundry bag for another day. But it's always worth a shot!)

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Oh! Tangentially and unrelated to anything, I just wanted to say that while I was walking into town to catch my bus this morning, I passed a woman walking a dog. I complimented the dog (I think a mutt with a hefty dose of standard poodle? very large and curly and with intelligent eyes), and she complimented my scarf. And I felt very nice about that all the way to work. :)

[Fic] Three Sentence Ficathon fills, part nine

Time for more Three Sentence Ficathon fills!

Here is the old ficathon post (still open for fills and comments! just not new prompts), and here is the new ficathon post (open for everything).

Also, look! Five of these actually fit the structural restrictions, and the last is only over by one sentence instead of who even knows how many. ;)

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For rokosourobouros: Homestuck, Rose, Umbrella Academy AU , written 2/19/20

I Know a Secret (200 words)

Four sentences.

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Number Three's gift is illumination; her code name, Seer, strikes her as fairly self-explanatory: she can look at a person, a place, or a situation and simply know their secrets. It's not a combat gift, but the Baroness deploys her for reconnaissance before and during missions, and for public relations management whenever a bit of blackmail might come in handy; her fighting skills she earned through painful trial and error, self-crafted thorns to protect the fragile blossoms of her gift and her heart.

The one person whose secrets she can't read is the Baroness herself; when she's a child, this is a comfort, a bastion of silence in a world that constantly screams data into her mind, but the older she grows, the more Number Three -- or Rose, she should learn to say, now that Mother has given them all names -- grows paranoid of that gaping chasm where a person with a thousand thoughts and wishes ought to be.

When she blackmails her way free of that oppressive house and its deadly secrets, it's with information she learned the hard way, and her hedge of thorns has grown so tall and sharp not even her siblings can touch her anymore.

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For sideways: Books of the Raksura, Consolation & Jade, role models, written 2/19/20

Echoes and Reflections (180 words)

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"I know they look to me, that I need to have answers -- or at least know how to find answers -- but it's hard when all I have is the old consort's stories to say what's good and what the flight was like under the progenitor to say what's bad," Consolation said, kicking furrows in the rough bark of a mountain thorn's branch with her disemboweling claw.

"You've learned to ask instead of just taking," Jade said, all her spines held carefully neutral; "That's a good first step, and I'm sure your flight can feel that you care and want them to be safe and happy."

"Asking only helps if someone answers," Consolation said, kicking free another slab of bark, and it struck Jade suddenly that this must be an echo of how Pearl had felt when Jade was young and first stretching her wings into her role as daughter-queen, though at least she'd never tried to steal anyone else's consort; she flicked one spine in acknowledgment and said, "You're right; so ask me, and today I'll do what I can."

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For mad_madam_m: Any, any, "The world is filled with crazy men in love", written 2/19/20

Solve the Right Problem (70 words)

Original fiction, because reasons.

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"So what if he's sick with love -- the world is full of crazy men who think they're in love, or maybe even really are in love, but none of their suffering obligates the targets of their obsessions to do one single thing they don't wish to."

"But he said he'll kill himself unless you--"

"That's a problem for a suicide hotline, not for me," she said, and shut the door.

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For anonymous: Harry Potter, any, justice delayed is justice denied, written 2/19/20

And for All the Wrong Reasons (55 words)

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After the war's end, Sirius is pardoned -- or rather, Sirius finally, posthumously, receives the trial he was denied. The decision, naturally, is innocent of all charges: even aside from the overwhelming evidence of Pettigrew's guilt, nobody wants to go on record thwarting their savior Harry Potter.

Harry burns the verdict over his godfather's empty grave.

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For kalira: Girl Genius, any Heterodyne, out of balance, written 2/20/20

Weights and Measures (130 words)

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"Mathematics is about balance, each side of an equation set exactly against the other until they line up like perfectly chosen weights on a scale, so naturally I thought a kinesthetic aid might be a useful teaching tool," Saturnus said.

"Mmm," Teodora said, as she eyed the gaping hole in her kitchen floor (and several levels of cellar and "secret" tunnels beneath); the twisted, broken levers and trays hanging empty above it; and her two sons playing happily in the corner with no notion of how close they'd come to death were it not for their unofficial Jaeger bodyguards' quick reflexes. "I can see the logic, but perhaps the next iteration should be at one tenth scale and shut down automatically if our children start experimenting with imaginary numbers."

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For last_haven: Sailor Moon, any, I will never believe in anything again, written 2/20/20

That's What Friends Are For (70 words)

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"That implies that you believe that you won't ever believe in anything again, which renders the entire idea self-contradictory," Ami said, carefully deadpan.

Minako groaned and flopped sideways onto her friend, making sure to sprawl her arms across Ami's textbook. "I love you forever, you're one of the people I trust most in all the world, and I would die for you, but please stop spoiling my drama with logic."

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The question at this point is not whether I'll make it to sixty fills; it's whether I'll make it to seventy-two (6 x 12). It's going to be a multiple of six either way, because I have a Thing about patterns, but the Ficathon seems to be slowing down a bit, new prompts have leaned toward fandom-specific prompts for canons I don't know, and I really should be focusing on some of my other projects. But hey, I have the rest of the year for those other stories, and there are still nine days left in February. I'm sure I can keep knocking off a couple-three fills per day. *wry*