#first line tag game

[tackytigerfic]

Tagged by @wolfpants and @oknowkiss , read their truly excellent lists here and here!

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Mornings After - 2.5k, Dron

This is trickier as this was a collab and @sweet-s0rr0w wrote the start, so my first line isn't the opener. Still I'll post it here, I think it was this one.

“She was alright about it,” Ron continued, matter-of-fact, hooking a finger into the elastic waistband of Draco’s underwear, “all things considered.”

Wield Me - Drarry, 10k

“You’re not an easy man to track down,” Harry said from the doorway, where he was leaning like he was meant to be there.

Fledgling - 2.7k, pre-Drarry

Harry hadn’t thought the sling thing through before he left the house, and now his whole back is aching and he keeps whacking people with the unwieldy changing bag that won’t stop slipping off his shoulder.

I Fall on Grass - 3.1k, Drarry

Harry has a garden.

Let Be, Let Be - 10k, Dronarry

The international portkey to Svishtov deposited them right beside the Danube, under the squatting legs of a cargo crane.

Howl - 9k, Drarry

Draco woke up on a Friday morning in a field hospital in Grasmere, without a single memory of how he had got there.

Take the Moon - 15k, Drarry

“I’ll do it, of course I’ll fucking do it,” Draco was saying, which didn’t make any sense, because he was supposed to be at work; maybe Harry was hallucinating him.

The Edge of Something - 1.4k, Drarry

“Well, the good news is that I’m not dead,” Malfoy said, the voice so very much his that it brought Harry out of bed and to his knees.

Far Side - 1k, Drarry

Harry has a photo on his desk; he says it’s his favourite.

Snow on Snow - 1.1k, Drarry

On the first night in the safe house, Harry was woken every hour by church bells.

Conclusion: hmmm I'm not in love with some of these tbh. I have been trying different things in the last year as my main focus is on a long WIP. So no real stylistic coherence. I'm reasonably happy with most of these fics (though not all, i say, eyeing one or two resentfully) but not sure that any of that necessarily translates into the first lines.

Tagging anyone who wants a go! And @boxboxlewis @elskanellis @fluxweeed @maesterchill @mintawasalreadytaken @myrtlefics @skeptiquewrites @sleepstxtic @stationintern @sweet-s0rr0w @teledild0nix if you fancy it?

#drarry #first line tag game #rowing and chatting #pls tag me i never see anything on tumblr

[aroace-moron]

10 first lines

I wasn't really tagged for this, but I am absolutely bored out of my mind right now because of The SicknessTM, so here we go. Only 9 of these are actually published, but since I don't even want to think about anything I have written outside of this fandom, I am not going to tag them either.

So you get one extra line from a wip.

Rules: Put the first sentence from whatever fic you want in the post. Can also be the first two, or three, if you'd like. Link the fic. It doesn't have to be 10 first lines, it's just a pretty number. You can do 11 too. That's an even prettier number.

The words are written in your blood (and it's gone, gone, gone) : There is a hand on his right arm when Maedhros pushes himself up from a place in the grass he is sure he has not been lying a few minutes ago.

Winter: The Man was sleeping.

You gave me water: The wind is cold as the sun disappears behind the waves, and Galadriel hugs herself tighter.

Starlight: It was not dark.

Let me take you home: Beleg kept his distance as he led Tyelpe back to his chamber.

Blood runs thicker than water (but both feel the same when your eyes are closed): Sometimes he wades out into the river and lets it flow around his chest.

Faint Music: Sam slowly crept around the corner, careful as he did so, and his heart seemed to thunder louder in his ears than the sounds the old Mister Bilbo had described the stone giants make in their battle, though hearing those tales lay a long time back, and the little boy that had clung to the old man's words (though he had never seemed old, not to Sam, at least) and the events Bilbo had spoken of laid even farther in the past.

Red paint: Findekáno is bleeding.

In Vain: The howl that echoed from outside the cave they had found, and Finrod could not tell whether it was a few paces from the entrance or halfway across the arena, was enough to jerk Beren from his sleep, and the only thing that worried Finrod more than the boy tearing open the haphazard stitches on his hip was that the howls seemed neither human nor beastlike.

And why it was Tomorrow came (and with his grey hand led us back): Elrond had never stood on the beach he woke up on, though he recognized it instantly.

Open tag, but also: @potatoobsessed999 @tathrin @camille-lachenille @thescrapwitch @tanoraqui @thelordofgifs @that-angry-noldo @babybat98

#first line tag game #my writing #silm fics #maedhros #beren #luthien #galadriel #elrond #finrod #beleg cuthalion #celebrimbor #samwise gamgee #fingon #elwing #elros #the cottage of lost play

[monpetitchattriste]

opening line patterns

thank you @bittersweetresilience for the tag!!!!!

List the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern.

Dying on the inside Toxinelle's eyes squeezed shut, a sharp intake of breath hissing between her teeth as his grip tightened around her wrists, pressing them firmly against the cold, unyielding surface beneath her.

Panic attacks in paradise There was something wrong with her.

A secret I keep tucked inside my chest “You went to the bakery?” 

My emergency contact Marinette always believed she was made of rubber.

It's nice to have a friend She could feel the warm heat of his back on hers as they lay on the rooftop. 

wipe your tears (nothings going to hurt you) She had been in this moment before. 

Like we're made of starlight To see her here tonight was a magical dream come true.

 Speak now (or forever hold your peace) "I can't believe you did that!" 

a different ending The gap between them felt wrong after everything that had just happened. 

collections of love Laying there on her floor in the afternoon sunlight was one of many times Adrien knew he was completely in love with Marinette Dupin-Cheng. 

I don't really see a pattern but maybe others will. But this was fun to do and go back and look at all my fics! I can't believe that is been a year since I wrote most of these stories!

tagging on my friends who would like me to tag them (read as Idk who to tag in this and who has already been tagged so I am just saying @everyone can join in)

#first line tag game #yes all of them are for miraculous ladybug #and yes most are ladynoir

[tryan-a-bex]

Writing patterns meme

Rules: Share the opening of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

From this post by @dancinbutterfly https://www.tumblr.com/dancinbutterfly/735744268412534784?source=share

I'll mull about patterns here because I put the last two after the cut due to warnings. So, about half of them start with dialogue, which is how I started writing--a lot of dialogue, minimal else things. The other half start by getting inside someone's head--internal dialogue, basically, so not that different I guess. Also I try to start with something funny or at least interesting, to hook the reader? I don't know if it works.

Endless Family Trick or Treating

“It’s not a sphere!” argued Dream, swinging his jack-o’-lantern trick-or-treat bucket against the leg of his vampire costume. “It is a sphere!” insisted Desire, twirling the tail of their demon costume in their hand again. “I learned it in school and it’s round like a ball so it’s a sphere.”

2. Velma Meets the Family

Velma stared at the gently lapping water of the river, leaning her elbows on the railing. The rest of the gang was fast asleep in their motel, but she hadn’t been able to sleep so she’d come outside to think. The water sounds were restful, but her mind refused to stop whirling. 

3. Freddy the Robot Vacuum

It was amazing what a person could get used to. Hob had enjoyed his first robot vacuum. It was nice, and not a very difficult adjustment, to get used to the vacuuming being done automatically for him while he was out. The little phone app notifications were cute, and he was only human so he anthropomorphized his vacuum, naming it Freddy. Getting used to the anthropomorphic personification of dreams hanging around in his flat… took a bit more time.

4. Life is but a Dream

Rose put her head down on the desk. Why? Why would the words come in the middle of the night, and never when she had her laptop out and on? She’d even tried writing her thoughts down, but found that she actually couldn’t make out her sleepy handwriting in the morning. She looked at the tumblr icon on her desktop, sighed, and got up to get a cup of tea instead. That would be a shorter distraction. Probably.

5. Death is not easy to cheat

Unity poured tea in both cups and sat down across from Rose, pushing the plate of cookies toward her. “How are you doing, dear? You look tired.” “Oh, Unity! It’s been so stressful lately! I can’t seem to think of the right words when I sit down to work on my novel, but then they keep me awake in the middle of the night, you know? And during the day Lyta is either freaking out about Daniel being with Uncle Morpheus and Hob, or freaking out about him being so white and growing up so fast.

6. Trials of a Shapeshifter in Love

“Lucienne has been working so hard lately,” Gault explained to the Dream King’s head cook. “I’d like to do something nice for her. I was thinking a surprise romantic dinner over candlelight in the library.” “Ah, yes, I think she would appreciate that very much.” They put their heads together to plan the meal when suddenly Gault heard a familiar voice from the hallway.  “So, what have you already tried?” Lucienne asked. “Hell, all the normal plunging and clawing didn’t fucking fix the goddamned blockage, and it’s a fucking hassle taking the whole damned drain apart all the way back into the fucking wall.” 

7. Naga No-Go

“Lucienne.” Lucienne’s head popped up from the book she was studying. Lord Morpheus’ summons sounded just a little bit more… strained than usual. She turned her head, using her raven senses to triangulate the direction of the summons. His chambers??? This… could not be good.

8. Which Witch (Okay I'm cheating here because this isn't published yet. but if you want more, let me know and I'll post it on ao3 or send you a link.)

“You can’t just come in here without a warrant.” The cantankerous old witch put her hands on her hips and stood squarely in the doorway. Eldie sighed and rubbed the shaved hair at the nape of her neck. “Please let me come in, ma’am. Your daughter hired me to clean and cook and help you out, and I can’t help if you don’t let me in.” “I don’t need help, you shameless hussy! Who does she think she is, that gossiping busy-body! I’m fine here by myself. You can go now!”

Okay, under the cut are mentions of spiders, and non-con body horror. (The fic is not bad, the backstory from canon is, and that's where I started.)

9. Arachnophilia (mentions of spiders)

Zelda stared down at the cafeteria mac and cheese on her plate. The only thing appetizing about the middle school cafeteria food was that her mother wasn’t glaring at her and criticizing how she did or didn’t eat it. Instead, everyone ignored her, tucked into a corner. She would feel hurt about being shunned if she had any desire at all to interact with the other children. She didn’t. She closed her eyes and shoved a forkful into her mouth, thinking about her science project to distract herself from the taste. Spider webs were actually incredibly strong for the size of the filament, and they came in such an extraordinary variety of shapes and sizes. She couldn’t wait to get back to the library for more research. She opened her eyes as she swallowed, scooping up more food and quickly scanning the room. 

10. The Order of the Knights of the Dreaming (the actual fic I wrote is pretty sweet without much actual violence, but Alice's backstory from InCryptids is intense, so skip this next paragraph if you don't like mentions of non-con and body horror)

Alice closed her eyes and felt her memories and skin being ripped from her once again. It hadn’t actually been like that. In real life, she hadn’t figured out her memories were being adjusted for years, and she’d undergone the flensing willingly. But once she learned that her mind had been altered without her knowledge and that removing her skin had not been necessary but was done for the profit of her “uncle,” well, the nightmares about being violated had been unceasing. 

If you made it this far, congratulations, consider yourself no-pressure tagged!

#I will love you forever if you reblog this for me #sandman fanfic #original fiction #sandman crossover #first line tag game #tryana find it back

[cwritesfiction]

First Line Tag

Tagged by @quantumlandbooks and (a while ago oops) @lettylikestowrite!

I'm still revising draft 3 of It's in the Cards, and the first line is

Elliott Beck was getting good at lying.

I do not have the brainpower to tag anyone RIP sorry, but if you're hot, like peanut butter, and/or own a striped sweater consider yourself tagged

#tag game #first line tag game #i don't think i've actually shared this first line anywhere??? #probably because i didn't have a decent first line until this draft

[the-likesofus]

First Line Tag Game

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

Tagged by @rogerzsteven, @spotsandsocks and @shortsighted-owl I adore you all xx

1) love always wakes the dragon and suddenly flames everywhere

Eddie has always kept his emotions, like cards, close to his chest.

2) y(our) son

"You'll make such a good Dad one day."

3) color me in, make me your own

The chalks were for Chris.

4) Crushes, Shivers and Bruised Knuckles

Sometimes Eddie wishes that Frank wasn't so good at his job.

5) lightning crashes

The sky is illuminated as he falls, and Eddie can clearly see the outline of the engine as he's thrown backward through the air.

6) knight in sequined shirt

Buck can see the tension building in Eddie's back from across the room.

7) Sticks, Twigs & Turbo

“Ouch.”

8) you are my boy, buckaroo

Athena is in the middle of lunch when her phone vibrates in her breast pocket.

9) i’m so glad i get to hold you

The stress Eddie has experienced in the last ten minutes is something he never wishes to repeat in his lifetime.

10) As It Slips Through Your Fingers

“So you’re obviously finished with your juice cleansing."

I ment to do this way earlier the morning but my day got away on me so I don't remember who has or hasn't done it so I'll just tag these peeps and I apologize if you have already been tagged:

@bekkachaos @loveyourownsmiilee @monsterrae1 @rewritetheending @thosetwofirefighters @jacksadventuresinwriting @gaydisastergoddamnit @wheelsupin-five @dickley-buddie @elvensorceress @eddiesbleps @singlethread @ashavahishta @heartbeatdiaz xxx <3

#buddie #buddie fic #911 fox #eddie diaz #evan ‘buck’ buckley #buddie fic recs #911 fic #meegs writes stuff #eddie x buck #buck x eddie #buddie 911 #911 on Fox #tumblr tag games #first line tag game

[honestlydarkprincess]

First Line Tag Game

rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics

i was tagged by @eddiesbleps and @fatedbuddie mwah mwah 💖

for my three wishes, i want kisses - (the 100) When Bellamy woke up with a groan and a splitting headache, he knew he was fucked.

to be mine, to be yours - (9-1-1) Eddie closed his locker with a sigh. Fuck, that was a long shift.

with you is where i wanna be (take me home) - (9-1-1) Buck was exhausted.

please, believe me (from my buddie tumblr ficlets collection) - (9-1-1) "Please. I need you to believe me," Buck begged, staring at Eddie earnestly, a desperate sort of plea in his eyes.

wherever we go, it'll be together - (9-1-1) Buck and Eddie were sitting at the table, the remnants of their dinner littering the table.

yours and mine equals ours - (9-1-1) It was a last ditch effort, bringing Ana to the 118 Fourth of July barbecue at Bobby and Athena's. Eddie knew they weren't working out, could hardly deny it anymore, but he couldn't help but want to try and make it work.

i'll do right by you - (9-1-1) Eddie was tired. The shift had been long but boring.

you're the one for me - (9-1-1) As Eddie unlocked the front door to let himself and Ana in the house, he was struck with the sudden thought that this shouldn't be awkward.

forgotten by some, remembered by you - (9-1-1) When Buck walked into the firehouse that morning, it was with an extra pep in his step. Today was his birthday!

we're gonna be okay, kid - (9-1-1) Buck groaned as the buzzing of his phone woke him up from his ill-advised mid-morning nap. He knows that he shouldn't be taking naps, that it'll only fuck up his sleep schedule— but between the nightmares and the sudden leg cramps that wake him up gasping, it's not like he has a healthy sleep schedule to begin with.

tagging: @bigfootsmom, @lostinabuddiehaze, @swiftiebuckleys, @eddiequinns, @tails89, @afterafternoons, @morganofthefairies, @dykemunson, @rutherfordbz, @enbyeddiediaz

#rip if y'all have already been tagged i love you but i'm not going to check <333 #mwah mwah #this was fun!!! #my writing #jess.writes #first line tag game #911 #911 fox #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #the 100 #bellarke #tag games

[hoodie-buck]

first line tag game

rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics

thanks for the tags loves @alyxmastershipper @spotsandsocks @buddierights @honestlydarkprincess 💙

this is my idea of fun (playing video games)—with my love @heartbeatdiaz 😘

With the day off and the house to himself, Eddie decides to take advantage of his free time.

he hits my heart like a homerun (pt.1 of baseball au)

Eddie hadn’t done much just for himself the past couple of years, which was how he found himself at a random baseball game, on a random Wednesday afternoon.

in your shirt, half asleep (wishing i still had you)—baseball au pt. 2

The months following Eddie were—difficult.

never let me go (baseball au pt.3)

Eddie shifted on the oversized couch, trying not to disturb either of his boys.

caught up in a blue haze

Eddie used the palm of his hand to scrub over his eyes, yawning as he did so.

i'd run every base, just to slide home to you

The years after Chris turned one were a blur of doctor visits, hospitals stays, and an array of surgeries.

marked me like a bloodstain (bthb pt.1)

Eddie looked from one to the other, a heavy sigh falling off his lips.

my heart beats for you

Eddie let himself through the door, slipping off his works boots and placing them on the shoe rack before bending to do the same with Bucks’.

let me lose myself (step up au)

The club was alive, much like it was every night.

baby you be the spark, i'll be the flame (s6 e 10 coda)

There’s a flash, a spark. He doesn’t realize he’s flying until he’s falling.

tagging: @heartbeatdiaz @mansikkaomenabanaani @justsmilestuffhappens @loveyourownsmiilee @onward--upward @monsterrae1 @elvensorceress @dickley-buddie @zainclaw @buddiepokerdate @djdangerlove @panicatthediaz @jacksadventuresinwriting @blaidddrwg1982

#buddie #buddie fics #tag games #first line tag game #evan 'buck' buckley #eddie diaz #911 fox #realizing all my first lines suck #lmao

[silcoitus]

First Lines

Rules:  Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!

Thank you for the tag @beardedladyqueen!

I'm going to go off the latest as documented by my ao3 Works tab. So it'll include lines of longfics that have been recently updated, too. From least recent to most recent. Also, I kinda took "first line" as "first paragraph" really. I never know if people mean first sentence, paragraph, or literal line given that line breaks look different between ao3, tumblr, and google docs.

Red and Black: You can't help but feel nervous.

Headache Relief: You don't know how you did it, but you somehow manage to drag yourself up the neon green flight of stairs up to Silco's office without toppling over. One hand clutching your head, you open the door and beeline for the plush velvet couch.

Something More: He keeps catching himself staring at you.

Swapped: "Curious… very curious."

The Mad Scientist's Assistant: You had always been a curious child. You took apart your toys and put them back together again. Then, you’d take them apart once more to see if you could rebuild them in a different configuration. You broke a lot of toys this way, but also made a lot of new ones. It kept you occupied, seeing as you had no friends to speak of.

Two Weeks: "How long did the doctor say?"

Stay Quiet: "Stay quiet." (lololol)

Pure and Rare: Cigar in one hand, clipboard in the other, Silco pours over the schedule for today’s activities. It’s a rare occasion for the Eye of Zaun to be excited about something, all expectations tempered with decades of experience. Decades of disappointment.

Tailor-Made: Sitting in the back room of the shop, sewing machine humming and whirring methodically in front of you, everything is at peace. Here, in your small corner of the Undercity, you feel calm. You always do when sewing. There’s something soothing about the gentle clicking of the needle as it pierces through fabric, thread marching in perfect little lines of stitches towards the wall of fabric bolts. Sewing has always had a way of stilling your anxious heart and nervous mind. 

Kintsugi: You wouldn't think it when you looked at him, but Silco wasn't always the quietly confident, formidable, and illustrious crime lord. Behind his many scars and signature abyss eye lies a man who once had to come to terms with such things as they were thrust upon him.

No pressure tags: @ink-and-dagger @sweatandwoe @deny-the-issue @purplefangirl42 @silcosentropy @astudyincontrasts

#silcoitus #tag game #first line tag game

[theunboundwriter]

First Lines Tag

Thank you for the tag @shellyscribbles !!

TW Blood

From God Complex:

Jacques couldn’t breathe. 

Blood covered his hands, a terrible red that didn’t look right against the white marble floor. It was too bright, too fresh, a color that should not be seen by the human eye. He felt like he was going to pass out, his mind and the room spinning too fast for him to see right. How did he get here? How did this happen?

He could hear yelling: a background noise that faded into the commotion of the others in the room. There were more gunshots, a sound that briefly snapped him back into reality. People were running, everyone dressed in black clothing. A few were carrying guns, some wearing white masks with a face painted on them. 

Jacques’s mask laid on the ground, discarded. 

From In Which Everything Goes Wonderfully Wrong

Rory thought that she would never grow used to the voices in her head. 

They were loud and demanding, a constant echo that drowned out her own thoughts and made her forget the simplest of things. It was painful to try and subdue them, but it was just as painful to listen to the chaos that ran rampant in her mind. 

The voices didn’t begin as a soft whisper, a mere tickle in the back of her head that could go unnoticed. No, they were so overwhelming and endless that Rory felt like she was suffocating. She would give anything to turn them off and to know silence once again. But it had been so long that silence was just another forgotten memory. 

Tagging (with no pressure): @yors-truly , @forthesanityofsome , @artcoffeecats , @the-orangeauthor , @draugrbite , @cvhsquill , @gailynovelry , @autopsy-im-ill , @adorably-awesome , @coffeeandcalligraphy , and @human-still-developing

#wip: the sea is in her blood #wip: in which everything goes wonderfully wrong #tag games #tag game #writing wip #writeblr #original character #original story #ocs #first line tag game

[filet-o-feelings]

First Line Tag Game

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

Thanks for the tags @hippolotamus @stereopticons and @smblmn

ignoring drabbles and the December prompts for this

for science

Patrick is bored.

one-of-a-kind

Patrick sips his tea and tries to focus on the book he’s reading. 

it's enough

Twyla has been in love with Stevie for as long as she can remember. 

Everything's Too Cold... But You're So Hot

Patrick is just rounding the corner to the street where the motel he’s currently staying at is located after what he thinks was a pretty successful meeting with Ray Butani about a job. 

heart on my sleeve

“I care about you, David.” Patrick said as they sat on the sidewalk once Sebastien had finally left, but not before ripping open wounds he had thought were mostly healed.

just relax

David could see that Patrick had been on edge all day.

this car is cursed

The storm has finally calmed down just in time for Patrick to pick up David for date night. 

sorry my dad outed you

Oh no.

the ghost of Schitt's Creek

David can’t stop smiling long enough to fall asleep.

it was just a wednesday

I only drink red wine.

Tagging @treluna4 @statueinthestone @smallumbrella369 @beaiola @jesuisici33 @legalgal421

#first line tag game

[space-writes]

first line tag

tagged by @zmwrites, thank you!

Rules: Share a first line! It can be the first line of a chapter, the first line you did in the most recent writing session, the first line of a story, the first line a character says, any kind of first line!

going a smidge over a first line, but this is from the (now pretty old TT_TT) first draft of Renegade Prince - Sorrow's first appearance:

“Are you certain about this, my darling?” Lady Anneth Everent clutched her husbands sleeve with nervous fingers. He laid a comforting palm over her delicate hands, dark purple over her lighter violet.

“It’s for the best,” he assured her. “For all our sakes.”

“But to meet out here, it’s so--”

“Discreet,” said a smooth, amused voice. Lady Anneth jumped, manicured claws digging into Vancis’ arm. From the shadow of one of the great crimson blazewood trees that encircled the grove sauntered the man they had come to meet. Taller than either of them and not just from the heeled boots he wore, adorned with glittering jewellery at every possible location, well-muscled chest exposed beneath his half buttoned shirt, Prince Sorrow looked as out of place as Lady Anneth felt. His easy stride and confident smile – as well as the curved Zashi scimitar at his side – told a different story. He halted a few feet from them, giving them an elaborate bow and rising slowly so as to give them ample time to take in the jaggedly broken, gold-capped ends of horns that curved mere inches back over his dark hair.

“Lord and Lady Everent. A pleasure to make your acquaintance at last.”

i'm excited to get back to this draft and make this, somehow, even more elaborate, as my sparkly boy deserves

no-pressure tagging @memento-morri-writes, @dogmomwrites @eccaiia and @lawful-evil-novelist

valloroth taglist: @cherrybombfangirlwrites, @memento-morri-writes

#tag games #writeblr #writeblr community #first line tag game #valloroth blogging #c: sorrow #wip #god i wrote this in like. 2021. that's how long it's been #*stares into the void* #i still do love his intro though it's the Most Sorrow Thing #the jarlaxle dna is palpable XD #snippets

[corishadowfang]

First Line Tag

Tagged by @zmwrites--thanks for the tag!

Rules: Share a first line--the first line of a chapter, a story, of your most recent writing session, anything!

So I saw this and planned on sharing the intro to the On my Heart rewrite, which is this:

Provenance was—against all attempts to prove otherwise—a tourist town, with dragons as the primary attraction.  Little plush toys sat in the windows of stores, tacky souvenirs sat on vendors’ stands all along the square, kitschy restaurants served dragon-themed meals the closer you got to the heart of the city.  Familiar Co. stood above it all, flashing images of the tiny, dragon-like Familiars across large screens, coaxing in anyone who thought they might be interested in purchasing a product from the very first Familiar company in the world.  One-hundred-twenty-two years and counting, according to the signs.

However. I also started a new AU, and kind of wanted to share the first line because...because it’s just this:

Do you want to hear a story?

...Anyway! I’m going to tag @starlightwayfinder, @hallowed-nebulae, @talesabound, @cherrybombfangirlwrites, and @siarven, if any of you guys want to do this one!

#tag game #first line tag game #on my heart #fallen stars

[author-a-holmes]

First Lines Tag Game

I was tagged about 10 days ago by @authoralexharvey Thank you hun!

Sorry it's taken me a big, I've been off Social a lot this month, most of my posts are scheduled, but I've hopped on today so I didn't want to leave this tag any longer.

How To Play:

Share the first sentence of your last ten stories. If you haven’t written ten stories, share as many first sentences as you have.

Tagging Forward (with no pressure) To: @faelanvance @minamoroz @duckingwriting @oh-no-another-idea @talesofsorrowandofruin @daisywords @nectargrapes @ashen-crest and @afoolandathief

1. Words of the Witches

Stepping out of the coffee shop and back onto the streets of the city of Toding, I gently pull the door closed behind me, tossing a purposefully casual smile back at the waitress as she locks the door, and flips the sign to closed.

2. Darkling

After six weeks on the road together, watching Lizzy had become something of a habit for Andric Roche.

3. Changeling

In the nocturnal peace of Lizzy's bedroom, that was lit only by the dim shards of light from a newly risen crescent mood, the thud of her jewellery box hitting the hard, wooden floor, and snapping open, seemed amplified.

4. Tale of the Shadowfox

Once upon a time, deep in the frozen lands to the north, there lived a community of foxes. They dug their dens deep into the arctic tundra, kept them protected from the chill winds beneath layers of powdery snow, and guarded each other from the arctic wolf packs, the bears that called the ice floes home, and the humans that made the glacial forests their hunting grounds.

5. The Masquerade

The receptionist is smiling and you shift your weight, anxiously awaiting a response to the CV you just placed in her hands.

Smiling is a good sign, right?

6. The Outer Wilds

With a groan, Dan Wyatt slid the kettle into position over the small campfire, and collapsed onto his bedroll. The sun hadn't set that long ago, and the air was still hot in his lungs as he sucked in a breath, only to release it out in a weary sigh.

7. Takeover

"Why did you have to knock over the bloody vase?" Stella grumbled as she and Reilly ran through the streets of Antillune, the city guards barely a street behind them, and gaining.

8. Stolen

A gold coin pulled from the nobleman's pocket. Five silver strikes from the lady's purse. A cheap brass ring, but the gemstone was genuine and a handful of copper bits transferred from a shopkeeper to the outstretched hands of some street orphans.

9. A Rose By Any Other Name (Doctor Who Fanfiction)

It couldn't be—

It wasn't possible—

His blood ran cold, and fear froze in his lungs. The light of regeneration flowing through the frosted windows of his Tardis made his skin crawl.

10. A Grim Awakening

Grim Reapers look like everyone else. No long black cloak, or heavy scythe, just a hood to ward off the ever present chill of death and their spirit-hound companion.

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First Lines

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to AO3. (Sort by date posted.) If you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have.

tagged by my love @dm3rv ❤️ tysm for this one, bby - as we speak, i have not opened my own AO3 page yet, so i am incredibly curious to see what these are, actually 👀👀 let's find out!

oh my fucking god i apparently have 18 fics published to this pseud?! WTAF... when the hell did that happen...!!!

anyways! fics & first lines below the cut ❤️

your lips, my lips (apocalypse)

"Do you know," Pierre says, thoughtfully, "that kissing is supposed to help with stress relief?"

you are perfection, my only direction (it's fire on fire)

CHARLES

Twenty Years Ago

(but that doesn't really count as a proper grammatical first line, lmao, so i'll give the first official line of writing as well:)

"Look, look, Charles, it's the Patrol!"

you're in my head, you're in my blood

Charles Leclerc has always prided himself on being a model student.

get me with those green eyes, baby

"You," Pierre says dangerously when he steps out onto the wooden deck beside the private pool.

Game For Two

It's not exactly unusual for Pierre Gasly to wake up with someone in his bed after a date night. 

a wednesday in a café

Mick shouldn't be here.

love's a game, wanna play?

"Maman," Pierre groans, covering his face with his hands. "I am - non - of course I am able to find my own date!"

stars by the pocketful

2007.

(again, this doesn't really count as a proper first line, so i'll give the next line/more official first line as well:)

When Lewis walks into the paddock for the first time as an official F1 driver, he has already made up his mind: he will keep to himself as much as possible. 

he was pointing at the moon (but I was looking at his hand)

There is a little-known fact about Formula 1 drivers' motorhomes, and that fact is that they have a small window set low in the corner of the lounge area. If you know exactly where to look on the outside of the motorhome, it's possible to reach up to this window and, if you stand on tiptoes, just-just slip a note onto its windowsill and into the lounge itself.

(i cheated a bit and gave two lines for this one, but i felt like it might have been a bit confusing otherwise, lmao xD)

it's you and me, that's my whole world

(this one opens with the headline of an article :D)

Who are Prince Charles of Monaco’s closest friends? Take a peek inside his inner circle here

❤️

and there we go! wow... that was a long one, hehe. but i'm all sentimental now 🥺 such a nice walk down memory lane, bless. (ALSO: i have not forgotten my promise to update & finish fake dating au. and that prince!charles au sequel.... someday, someday 🙏❤️💙)

NOW: i am going to tag (and quite possibly double-tag, soz, it's just bcs i love you all so much:) @welightitup, @redyellowstupid, @effervescentdragon, @hourcat, @duquesademiel, @river-ocean, @wolfiemcwolferson, @pinkierre, @yukierres, @your-littlesecret 💙 no pressure for the tags, but if you'd like to do this, i would love to see yours 😍❤️

#tag game #first line tag game #this one is SO GOOD omfg #made me go through all the emotions ngl #pride in my own writing... a little bit of 'ffs i need to get my shit together and finish that' guilt... #...'OMG I WROTE THAT?! wow'... 'awww i love this fic'... #and so on and so forth #just. AMAZING challenge #tysm for tagging ❤️❤️

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First Line Tag

Thanks for the tag @winterandwords!

Here’s the first line of chapter 13 of The Mirror Effect:

Samantha led them to a small clearing in the woods where there were three small wooden cabins. It would have been a nice spot to camp under different circumstances.

Tagging @axl-ul and @verba-writing, no pressure though.

And I’ll also be keeping this open tagged for anyone who wants to join.

#wip: the mirror effect #first line tag game #tag game #fantasy