We Can't Rewind, We've Gone Too Far

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.

( Narnia )

Recs, all about cats:

Narnia, any, "self portrait"

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

Here are some recs for the 3 Sentence Ficathon! This is even less comprehensive than my 3SF rec posts generally are, because work. The last post of my own fills is back here.

Random order, not enough of them to bother with cuts or separating by fandom. Format is title [if any], fandom, characters, prompt.

Make your choice, adventurous Stranger, Narnia, any, eventually, life returns to Charn by syrena_of_the_lake

Narnia/This Tumblr Post, Peregrine Falcon, clueless Pigeon, I'm so embarrassed by syrena_of_the_lake

Like a Waking Dream, Greek Mythology, Ariadne/Dionysus, drink with me by vialethe (rated E)

anthropomorphic, Yuletide & 3SF, 3SF is the chaotic crazy drunk relative by vialethe

Charming But Unsettling, 3/5 Stars, Dracula, ensemble, Dracula is convinced to give up his territorial ambitions and converts his ancestral castle into a charming B&B (anonymous)

Neko Atsume, Snowball | Shironeko, 'oh, there's a cat.' (anonymous)

Hamlet, Hamlet, liturgy of the hours by ernest

Good cat.

Photos here.

I have just uploaded a variety of snippets to AO3. The only one which has not appeared or been linked on this journal before is this drabble.

Am in Toronto, missing consultingpiskies, have not seen Knumpify yet. Bed actually long enough, water does not register on Mohs scale, unfortunately Mom doesn't really believe in air conditioning.

Jean Claude does not like any of this, except that the new house has a wide variety of hiding places. He has mostly been hiding under Mom's bed (my bed has drawers under it). However, mostly he is hiding from Mom, so this strategy tends to backfire.

Anyway, this happened last Friday night as a distraction from moving.

Title: Holding on to the Floor
Rating: T
Universe: Marvel
Character(s): Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov
Summary: Bad Decision #3410: Wandering off to drink alone the night before your wedding.
Warnings/Enticements: Alcohol, Stag Night, Morning After, Hangover, Light Angst, Male-Female Friendship
Word Count: 400
Author's Note: Originally posted on Tumblr for last week's mandatoryfunday.

On AO3

RTSPI: It is Shitpost February, or alternatively


The cat has taken to sitting on my laptop, usually but not always when I've left the apartment; this is objectionable but understandable given that it radiates heat. However, this results in him hitting the keys. And the mouse buttons.

Typing would be fine. I remember to close Scrivener when I leave, he can't do anything drastic. But in January Pixies and I went to see Spider-Verse (liked it well enough but it made me desperately crave a Cindy Moon movie) and we came home to find that Jean Claude, apparently objecting to Old City Hall, had changed my desktop background. (He won: the photo was stored weirdly so it wouldn't let me just change it back, so out of laziness I've kept it on the landscape he picked.)

Today he opened a Notepad file on my desktop with a draft exchange signup from several years ago. Do you want me to write more Holmesfic, cat? Is that it?

don marquis

well boss
mehitabel the cat
has reappeared in her old
haunts with a
flock of kittens
three of them this time

archy she says to me
yesterday
the life of a female
artist is continually
hampered what in hell
have i done to deserve
all these kittens

i look back on my life
and it seems to me to be
just one damned kitten
after another
i am a dancer archy
and my only prayer
is to be allowed
to give my best to my art
but just as i feel
that i am succeeding
in my life work
along comes another batch
of these damned kittens
it is not archy
that i am shy on mother love
god knows i care for
the sweet little things
curse them
but am i never to be allowed
to live my own life
i have purposely avoided
matrimony in the interests
of the higher life
but i might just
as well have been a domestic
slave for all the freedom
i have gained
i hope none of them
gets run over by
an automobile
my heart would bleed
if anything happened
to them and i found it out
but it isn t fair archy
it isn t fair
these damned tom cats have all
the fun and freedom
if i was like some of these
green eyed feline vamps i know
i would simply walk out on the
bunch of them and
let them shift for themselves
but i am not that kind
archy i am full of mother love
my kindness has always
been my curse
a tender heart is the cross i bear
self sacrifice always and forever
is my motto damn them
i will make a home
for the sweet innocent
little things
unless of course providence
in his wisdom should remove
them they are living
just now in an abandoned
garbage can just behind
a made over stable in greenwich
village and if it rained
into the can before i could
get back and rescue them
i am afraid the little
dears might drown
it makes me shudder just
to think of it
of course if i were a family cat
they would probably
be drowned anyhow
sometimes i think
the kinder thing would be
for me to carry the
sweet little things
over to the river
and drop them in myself
but a mother s love archy
is so unreasonable
something always prevents me
these terrible
conflicts are always
presenting themselves
to the artist
the eternal struggle
between art and life archy
is something fierce
yes something fierce
my what a dramatic life i have lived
one moment up the next
moment down again
but always gay archy always gay
and always the lady too
in spite of hell
well boss it will
be interesting to note
just how mehitabel
works out her present problem
a dark mystery still broods
over the manner
in which the former
family of three kittens
disappeared
one day she was taking to me
of the kittens
and the next day when i asked
her about them
she said innocently
what kittens
interrogation point
and that was all
i could ever get out
of her on the subject
we had a heavy rain
right after she spoke to me
but probably that garbage can
leaks so the kittens
have not yet
been drowned

archy

Watching knumpify's ferret. Ferrets have two settings: 0 and 500. He is currently attacking the rug.

Dammit, now he's trying to get under the couch. He's just like a kitten, except I am told he's fully grown.