#first line snippets

[wilfriede]

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your latest fanfics podfics and filks (or up to if you have less!) & tag 10 people.

Thank you for the tag @airgiodslv! I figured, why not fully lean into the nature of the different medium? So here are audio snippets of my latest first lines.

Anyone who sees this and wants to play, please feel encouragingly tagged :)

[wilfriede]

I had so much fun posting my first line audio snippets for this meme AND my podfic of minnabird's "turned all the mirrors around" is still one of my favorite projects, so I'll just go ahead and add this:

thank you for tagging me, @nemainofthewater and i believe also @airgiodslv who tagged me while this was in my drafts

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your latest fanfics (or up to if you have less!) & tag 10 people.

1. give me excess of it - Siam lies in a red daze, half aware of the thigh under his head, half lost in waves of sensation.

2. The Thief in the Knight - (including some extra bc the first stuff is a title and a description for the poem)

Cawdor

A poem of Ride, god of thieves and Sunshine’s former avatar, and his ill-won crown

Ten leagues beyond the sunlight’s end—a world

3. the horses' heads were towards eternity - COMMAND: run routine PATROL (daily repeat 0800)

4. double take - To understand the circumstances under which a bride arrived at the Eastern Palace, the reader must first be read into a number of coincidences.

5. raise the anchor (put away your dark hearts) - When Han Ye emerged into the humid night, the deck was still milling with activity, men working together at the stern to keep the rudder steady, others at the sails or calling to one another as they sorted through their spoils.

6. dying is easy, young man, living is harder - Han Ying woke up. That wasn’t supposed to happen.

7. Session Zero - “This is my friend Zishu,” Liu Qianqiao says.

8. a face with a thousand countenances - Liu Qianqiao entered her zhuangzhu’s room without knocking.

9. drifter on the wind, the soil waits below - Yun Shuying tipped her face to the sky and breathed deep, the heady scent of flowers almost overpowering.

10. turned all the mirrors around - There might have been a time, once, that Black couldn’t control every person he met.

I Don't Know Who Hasn't Been Tagged i have lost both of the posts i was tagged in so ignore if you've already been got

@deepestbluesky @orchisailsa @rainsfalling @bladedweaponsandswishycoats @yeliuxi @octarina @youreavicioustrollop and anyone else who wants to join in

[jamiesfootball]

🦈

from later chapter of I'm a fine line on a razor's edge (you couldn't ask me to be worse)

James scoffed, "You're bluffing."

"I'm serious. Get out of my house. We're done."

James rocked on his feet, jumping a bit on his heels. "No."

The sound of his heartbeat gradually replaced itself with the white hot noise of static.

"No?" repeated Jamie, and even to his own ears there was a shrillness to it that made embarrassment pool in his gut. "What do you mean 'no?'"

His dad latched onto his show of weakness like a shark smelling blood. "Ooh, don't give yourself an aneurysm, lad. Wouldn't want you to catch the vapours."

[deadly-diminuendo]

First Line Tag Game

Thank you to @amoremagnificentbastard for the tag! I really love this idea! 💖

Rules: Take your most recent ten fics and post the first line from each of them.

I only have six published pieces, so I'm sharing a few opening lines from wips as well!

1-6 are from published works, 7-10 are unpublished!

Breathe.

I love you.

Your husband lifts you across the threshold, tearing you from the comfortable life you knew and thrusting you into a fate unknown, a fate you hope will be kind but fear will be grim.

Never has a collection of words upon a page enraptured you quite like this.

The still of the night is becoming a distant memory.

You toss, you turn, any hope of drifting back to sleep lost to you as memories of last night echo through your mind.

Blood.

Here she is again.

The dead of the night is when he haunts you.

Astarion warned her he might one day stop her pretty little heart.

No pressure tags: @roguishcat, @khywren, @strixamans, @anacdoce and @dramatiquechipmunk, plus anyone else who wants to join in! 💖

[wttcsms]

horribly short summary of what im trying to accomplish here, but if you were to read a fic featuring character, a soldier honorably discharged and is officially off the battlefield and yet he can’t seem to shake off the war from clinging to his body, and he’s basically a bit of a mess and feels incapable of returning to ordinary life and there’s you, the sweetest thing in the whole world, and he keeps trying to tell you he’s no good and you’re there to help him with everything (and it kills him a bit, to see you wasting your time to help him, and it kills him because he feels like he shouldn’t be the type of person who needs help) and !! just slowburn and falling in love and just read the tags for the vibe ok, who would it be for

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

I got tagged in a fun thing by @westiec! Thank you! ^_^

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your latest fanfics (or up to if you have less!) & tag 10 people.

This is, naturally, in reverse chronological order, newest to oldest, which means you kind of get to move backwards through a couple of series.

lend a hand (TGCF/Kamen Rider OOO) Naturally, Hua Cheng notices the ghost before Xie Lian does, and both of them have been looking at it curiously for several minutes before they really take a look at the man it's following, and so they're rather startled when he says, in lightly-accented Cantonese, "Good afternoon, can I help you with something?"

never let go (MDZS) The murderer Xue Yang was beheaded on a fine morning, with bright, warm sunlight and sweet breezes in the air, and Xiao Xingchen had to force himself to watch.

The Limitations of Flight (TGCF) The first thing Xie Lian said, once Quan Yizhen had finished laying out his problem, is, "Quan Yizhen, I will not help you turn your lover into a bird."

Graven Images (TGCF) If someone had asked Hua Cheng five years ago if he thought of restringing and tuning a guitar as erotic, he would have said no.

Be Honest With Me (SVSSS) Someone was knocking on Shang Qinghua's door.

"Journeys End in Lovers Meeting," from Spectral Interludes (The Untamed) - this one is theoretically chapter, but as each chapter is its own standalone piece I'm counting just this one as most recent Once he was off the country roads and could get a signal again, Xichen called Sizhui to let him know, "I'm bringing a guest back with me."

Grand Hazard (TGCF) Waning Moon Reviews—Nostalgia Deep Dive: "His Royal Highness" and the Rise and Fall of Lawrence Xie Yin Yu: So we all know about Disney's legendary devotion to courting the Chinese market, yeah?

Liu Mingyan Decides (SVSSS) Luo Binghe had been away for a long time, much longer than his usual adventures, and Liu Mingyan was almost beginning to feel concerned for him when she returned to her bedchamber after a morning's flight and found that he'd quietly let himself in.

Really Luo Binghe (SVSSS) It was a beautiful morning, the sun was warm, and Shen Yuan was seriously considering taking out a hit on one of the programmers when someone started hammering on his apartment door.

and found (Mysterious Lotus Casebook) When Fang Duobing is thirty-five he stops aging.

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I love the throughlines I can see here? Also it occurs to me that this leaves out Tumblr promptsthat haven't made it to AO3 yet, but if I had to work out the timeline there as well I'd get so confused.

And I will tag: @materassassino @timetoddddavis @sinn-bee @geneticcatalyst @travelingneuritis @acernor @stickers-on-a-laptop @giraffeter @redundare @eclipse-song

[mrs-steve-harrington]

First Lines Tag Game

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your latest fanfics (or up to if you have less!) & tag 10 people.

Thank you for tagging me, @grunkleuri!

Try Not to Think About It [Nerdy Prudes Must Die - Max/Richie]

The day Richie found out he had a soulmate was not a happy one.

In Your Warm Embrace [Dexter - Rita/Dexter]

There's something… different about Dexter.

Not Letting Go [Stranger Things - Dusteve]

"Are you okay?" Steve asks in a rush.

why don't you surrender? [Nerdy Prudes Must Die - Max/Richie]

"This is what I love most about you omegas."

Training [Dune 2021 - Paul/Duncan]

"Gurney's trained you well," Duncan said as Paul narrowly dodged out of the way of the tip of his blade.

we could lose ourselves (just like lovers do) [Stranger Things - Stancy]

He thinks it's the exertion at first.

Full of Surprises [Stranger Things - Mr. Clarke/Steve]

A lot of things had surprised Steve over the years.

Three Sentence Ficathon fills [Stranger Things - Stonathan]

There would be hell and worse to pay if anyone caught them together like this: lips locked, bodies entangled, clothes in the process of being tossed aside.

What Your Future Holds [Dune 2021 - Paul/Paul]

Everything important happens when we're awake.

Somewhere Soft to Land [Stranger Things - Stoncy]

"Is that—" Nancy stops and Steve glances at her before turning his attention back to the road.

It was eye opening a bit to realize there's only one ship that shows up twice in the last 10 fics I've posted. Wild, man. Wild.

No pressure tagging: @cammerel @pterawaters @goddesspharo @cywscross @calenlily @whimsicalmeerkat @mswhich @luthien-under-bough @jammerific @bad-at-names-and-faces

[bigsnzstanacct]

a first line of dialogue prompt:

"Oh come on now, surely 'gigantic' is a bit dramatic, is it not...?"

“Oh come on now, surely ‘gigantic’ is a bit dramatic, is it not? I’ve just got allergies, plenty of people have got them, and, well, if you’ve got allergies you know, when you get that real allergic feeling in you, you’ve got no choice in the matter, your body just does what your nose tells it to do, and, well… my nose is very demanding. And that’s with a regular allergy, pollen in the air, something calm. But when someone SLATHERS themselves in the most flowery, tickly perfume in the history of the world, of course someone with a severe perfume allergy is going to react… forcefully! So my nose reacted forcefully, that’s just what happens and it’s hardly worth some dramatic designation like “gigantic” or “destructive” or “dangerous.” At the end of the day a sneeze is a sneeze, even if it comes with a little bit of a breeze! My sneezes are simply a bit gustier than others’ tend to be but I refuse to be discriminated against for doing what comes naturally to me. And furthermore, what about the responsibility of those of us who choose to travel everywhere wearing a liter of perfume, hmmm? If you think about it, if you really think about it, if you’re fair, wasn’t my accuser in fact incurring the risk of provoking an allergic reaction, perhaps one must more extreme, or “gigantic” as you call it it, than mine? Is it my fault I get an itch in my nose and my body responds with exuberance? What, do you want to criminalize exuberance? Are you going to make it illegal to have a strong body? Outlaw the gymnasium? If my lungs are well-developed as a bodybuilder’s arms or legs or pectorals might be well-developed, and if, by reflex, my well-developed lungs are activated… well… can you blame me? How can you accuse me of ‘property damage’ or ‘unintentional demolition’ or ‘sending my heavily perfumed accuser through a wall’? You might as well accuse the wind of blowing, accuse the clouds of unburdening themselves of rain, accuse the earth itself for turning. You accuse me merely of being what I am. A sufferer from the most horrendous allergies, a victim of circumstance, and the owner of pair of very well-developed lungs. If these be crimes, then I am justly accused. But my honor remains untainted. And my sneeze remains not gigantic but expressive, not dangerous but enthusiastic, not destructive but with gusto!

What? A demonstration? Oh no that absolutely will not be necessary, why would you want to activate a poor sufferer’s allergies? No, d-don’t… don’t bring that p-puhhhh… per… huuuuhhHHHHH… oh no… gehhHHHH… getout… geehHHHHH… get b-baaaahhHHHhhhhh… I’m g-going to SNEEZE!”

[tracle0]

WIPatterns

Rules: list the first line of some of your wips and see if there’s a pattern!

Tagged by: @dragonfelling, thank you kindly!!

For Death is a Silvertongue:

The air was jumpy, and it was the bands fault.

For The Spiders Song:

The city was being saved.

For The Crows Death:

���If I find the Crow first,” the first of the three hunters said. “I’m going to kill him.”

For Prophet WIP:

Every year, without fail, Cain would be taken by his family to his grandparents farm for the summer. 

For Colour WIP:

“You’ve done it too tight,” Elan hissed to their brother. “Do it again.”

Pattern: Ehhh? I like to use a Statement to start things off! That's kind of all I've got

Tagging: @albatris @polyaubergine @ace-malarky @livvywrites @seastarblue and mmm. You! If you want to.

[pangaeaseas]

Everyone was telling him he would have to write to Narcissa Malfoy. He might as well accept it as a necessity and move on.

[muzzlemouths]

crumb for a oneshot i'll post as soon as the disorders stop disordering

[idiotsinkdaisies]

first line game !!

rules: share first lines of ten of your most recent fics

tagged by @mythmagicetc <33 first three are wips and the other seven are linked :) all are buddie/9-1-1!

wips:

paradise blues (palm springs au - im planning on posting ch1&2 next tuesday!!)

He sits in the back row during the ceremony. The colorful decorations placed make the venue reminiscent of an eighties film, only missing the fuzzy effect of pulling film rolls through time.

2. a million little stars (there is only one bed... eddie pov)

He's asleep before he remembers that this is not his bed anymore, so he's asleep before he can argue with Buck about who gets the memory foam mattress with ergonomic support.

3. face the burning heat (buck trapped in a lab and running out of oxygen) (uh oh) (let me just say this fic + title have been in my drafts for months so contagion was an . . experience.)

Buck likes to hold onto Eddie’s suspenders. They stand together, intertwined, as the incident commander barks out orders. Eddie always leans forward, just far enough away that they can both feel the tension in the elastic.

posted fics:

4. like songbirds in the city air (8x13 coda, 2k t)

It is only once they have lugged in an entire Prius full of stuff that they stop to hug. Eddie grabs him and pulls him against the car, tucking them together.

5. my best friend (my best guess) (8x11 coda, 1.5k t)

Eddie’s up late staring at the ceiling when his phone buzzes. He only picks it up because he figures it must finally be Buck, breaking this strange three day string of text messages left unopened.

6. setting sun (eddie leaves - 8x09 coda, 5k e)

Buck follows Eddie out of his house - out of his house. He’s the owner, now, will be - once paperwork has gone through and Eddie moves away.

7. found the place to rest my head (never let me go, never let me go) (friends to fiances, 8k t)

Buck wakes up alone. Sunlight streaks into his loft, and he grumbles to the emptiness, only mildly annoyed that his alarm had not yet gone off.

8. just the two of us (fake dating and truly an idiot4idiot fic, 4k t)

The LAFD networking lunch keynote speaker dragged on ten minutes over his allotted speaking time.

9. too far from the sun (eddie el paso, 9k m) (shoutout to the ao3 commenter who thought this was a cheddie fic <3)

The first night, tucked into the stiff white sheets of a short term rental, Eddie Diaz dreams about Chimney Han.

10. magic, memories, and mistletoe (part 2 to ggbg and pure christmas-y fluff, 17k e)

Buck has been bisexual for exactly one hundred and fifty one days, but also he has been bisexual for his entire life. He likes having a milestone, a tangible truth to hold and brandish, waving pink purple and blue saying this is me. 

no pressure tags: @young-waverer @bookinit02 @becausebuckley and anyone else who would like to join in :)

[courtillyy]

saw my reflection in the train window. saw a younger me looking back at me. my hair hasn’t been this long since I was a teenager but who I saw was not her, no, it was a much younger version. looking at me, stone faced, but not displeased. I wonder if I will be able to see him again.

[memento-morri-writes]

heads up, seven up + last line tag

This is a combo of a heads up, seven up from @oh-no-another-idea and a last line tag from @writeouswriter. It's the end of the snippet whose beginning I posted for my last tag game. (Quite a bit happened in between, though.)

Though it had been years since he’d climbed the rigging, it came back to him easily, his body’s memory of six years of sailing guiding him up to the small basket-like platform near the top of the mast. A member of the crew sat inside. As Rook’s head came into view, she started, eyes wide. “Get out.” She nodded and hurriedly clambered over the edge, scurrying down the rigging towards the deck. Rook sank onto the floor of the crow’s nest, tipping his head back until it touched the low wooden wall surrounding the platform. Closing his eyes, he breathed in, then out, forcing himself to slow down. He wasn’t sure if it was the gentle rocking of the ship, or the wind on his face, or the sun on his skin, or simply the distance from the deck and all the gloom that hung over it, but slowly the tension faded from his body.

There's WAY too many words in that last sentence to tag that many people, and I already tagged 9 people like 5 minutes ago, so I'm just going to make this one an open tag!!

[donotwishonme]

heey izzy id like to hear more about summer child please :)

hi daisy, thank you for asking<3

summer child is inspired by the movie palm springs. I hate this fic as much as I love it. I started it almost 2 years ago and I'm still working on it, I love it too much to abandon. But anytime I'm getting somewhere I want to change the pairing, currently it's a bartylus fic and I hope this is the one that will stick (so help me god).

little snippet:

“... you got me into this mess and you’re going to get me out too.” “That’s not how it works.” “Then how does it work.” “I don’t know.” “You don’t – What do you mean you don’t know. You caused this.” “Reg, slow down, I didn’t cause anything. This happened to me too, you know. I’ve been to this wedding so many times. If I knew how to undo it, believe I would have. It can’t be done.”

[inafieldofdaisies]

Last Line Paragraph Tag | Tagged by @cassietrn and @detectivelokis ❤️

"I-I, I looked at her once. Patty. I know I shouldn't have.", Daniel Wallace said meekly. John raised an eyebrow at the poor excuse, sensing his lie from a mile away, "Now, you sure all you did was look, Daniel?", "Fine. Once. It happened once." "Just once?" Wallace groaned in pain as John pursed his lips and tapped his injured leg, compelling him to grit out, "No." "Well, I'm listening. Details, Daniel. Determining your sin requires details. And, it would be in your best interest to reconsider lying to me." A familiar look of hatred fell over the man's face, "Joseph makes ya listen to our sex stories now? You that desperate? That your only way of gettin' some?" It wasn't Wallace's voice that John heard at that moment or who he imagined was sitting in his chair. No. The frail tone was out of a sudden sounding arrogant, stronger, resembling Hartley's. Before he could stop himself, his hand drove the knife back into his leg, making Daniel release another scream that only worsened the wretched headache further. "Details. I won't repeat myself again." And sure, I don't have better things to do than listen to your pathetic love life, Daniel.

Tagging @clicheantagonist @direwombat @poisonedtruth @nightbloodbix @josephseedismyfather @g0dspeeed @aceghosts @euryalex @adelaidedrubman @thesingularityseries @vampireninjabunnies-blog @theelderhazelnut @clonesupport @voidika @josephslittledeputy @schoute @v0idbuggy @socially-awkward-skeleton @trench-rot @strangefable @sstewyhosseini @jacobsneed @strafethesesinners @florbelles @madparadoxum and anyone else that would like to do the tag ❤️