#Last Line Tag Game

[gemmahale]

Last Line Tag Game!

Rules: share the last line written, tag some peeps, have some fun!

Tagged by @391780. Thanks Early! 😄

From Righteous Fury: Chapter 3

John frowns, looking down at his closed journal. “Nae yet. Maggie’s been blowin’ up mah phone, but -” he trails off, shrugging. “Y’ken how it is.”

Who's Maggie? You'll have to find ouuuuut. 😇

Tagging....hm. @the-californicationist, @maggiemayhemnj, @dwarvenales, @deadbranch, and @glossysoap! No pressure, obviously. 💚

[martybaker]

Last Line Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @kydrogendragon !

This is a little snippet from an au where Johanna, Dream, Calliope and Hob have been friends since childhood. For now titled Rome wasn’t build in a day (idk yet if it will stick)

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setting: Dream & Calliope’s wedding

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Calliope taps Hob’s shoulder.

“May I have my husband back?”

The tone is just right for the request to come off innocuos, but there is an edge, a warning in her eyes as Hob stops the dance, his hands falling off of Dream.

“Ah, of course,” he says, stepping away.

The smile he gives to the both of them is forced, and Dream’s forehead creases, but then Calliope cups his cheek (her husband’s cheek, they are husband and wife now), turning Dream’s head to face her, and they smile at each other. She pulls Dream into a kiss, and when they part he only has eyes for her.

As he should.

….

After that, Hob leaves the party.

There’s nothing left for him to do or say.

He walks out into the street, taking off his suit and loosening his tie in the warm evening.

He takes a deep breath, stopping in front of the venue, looking up at the sky to stop the tears from falling.

He laughs at himself.

A man in his thirties. Crying over a lost love that was never really his. Beautiful and always out of reach, just like the stars.

Fuck.

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Tagging @omgcinnamoncakes , @dsudis , @issylra , @zigzag-wanderer and @zencetera

if you’d like to play 😊

[dsudis]

Last Line Tag Game

Tagged by @tj-dragonblade, thanks for that! And for catching me when I've actually been writing, so here's the last thing I wrote today, a bit of my story about Hob knitting things for Dream:

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That was not, however, Hob's only plan, which Dream only learned, at last, when he next came to visit Hob. It was only nine days after the last visit, when Dream finally admitted to himself that he was curious to see the fruits of Hob's intended labors. Much of his own work, as Lord of the Dreaming, was occupied in making, and tending to what he made, and in all his previous meetings with Hob he had never witnessed anything Hob created, let alone had his attention drawn so forcefully to what dreams Hob might imbue into such an object.

He told himself that this was a natural and reasonable curiosity, practically a professional interest. Hob had shown no reticence in discussing his plans or inviting Dream to assess the dreams of the skeins; he would have little reason to be more guarded in showing Dream the results.

Dream was not altogether certain how long it took to make a pair of socks, but he knew it was folly to attempt to guess, or to delay his next visit until he was confident that enough time had passed. Mortal time was ever perplexing to him, and he did not care to try to make sense of it now.

He returned to the place he had last left Hob, just outside the door to Hob's flat above the New Inn's taproom. It was well into the evening now and--Dream reached out to touch the dreams of those below to be sure--a Monday, a night when few would stay late in a drinking establishment. There was a very good chance he would find Hob at home.

Dream knocked.

An unknowable time passed, but Dream forced himself to be patient, to wait, and eventually the door opened to reveal Hob, looking for an instant confused and then delighted. "My friend! Come in, come in, welcome."

Dream went where he was invited, and had only just taken a tentative seat on the sofa when Hob produced a dark, soft bundle.

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Tagging ummmm @the-apocrypha, @pellaaearien, @teejaystumbles, @cuubism, and @toffeecape, and anyone else who wants to play!

[aurorawritestoescape]

Last Line Tag Game

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

Thank you for the tag, lovely @604to647 😘💕 Right now I’m editing 6k of fluffy/smutty pre-outbreak Joel fic but today my mind graced me lol with a few lines of dialogue for Bad Blood pt 6.

“Let go of me, perv!” You’re wriggling in Joel’s arms, trying to break free.

“You had this perv’s cock in your mouth and your ass not so long ago,” he reminds you, not easing his grip.

“I’m not fucking proud!”

“You should be, Angel. You took it like a champ both times.”

Npt💖 @milla-frenchy @iamasaddie @toxicanonymity @joelmillerisapunk @pedge-page @mountainsandmayhem @romanarose

[amielot]

Last line tag game!

Thanks @tharkuun!! for the tag hehe!

horse girl previewwwwww Lets goooooo :3

hob would like you to drink some water. this has been a public PSA.

I'm tagging @teejaystumbles @formlessvoidbeast @aeon-of-neon @artistica18 @seiya-starsniper @linddzz @kydrogendragon @tj-dragonblade @janimoon @tryan-a-bex @martybaker @pellaaearien and anybody else who wants to go for it!

[j0kers-light]

Last line tag game!

Thank you @spaghettificationandpretzels for the tag! I’m in the middle of final edit omg 🖤✨

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like)

“Y/n doesn’t need to see... this.”

No pressure tags: @megamindsecretlair @butterfly-lies-chase-them-away @cocoamoonmalfoy @darthjokerisyourfather @rose-and-thorn-fanfics @yona-luvs-u

[diazsdimples]

Last Line Tag Game

Tagged by @daffi-990 @hippolotamus and @aroeddiediaz thank you friends!

Here's the last thing I wrote for Single Dads AU. I don't think my tags for FIF actually went through to everyone so if you didn't get a tag from me for that and you usually do, you did 😅

Eddie takes Lily’s face in his hands. “Lily where were you guys when the wave hit?” he asks and his voice must sound harsh, betraying his panic because Lily flinches away from him. He swallows and tries again, steadying his breathing. “Can you remember where you were for me? It’s very important so we can try find Buck, okay sweetheart?”

No pressure tagging @theotherbuckley @watchyourbuck @thewolvesof1998 @puppyboybuckley @disasterbuckdiaz @spotsandsocks @fortheloveofbuddie @bucksbackwardcap @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @wikiangela @exhuastedpigeon @cal-daisies-and-briars @wildlife4life @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @evanbegins @kitteneddiediaz @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @elvensorceress @epicbuddieficrecs @smilingbuckley @actuallyitsellie @spagheddiediaz

[devirnis]

Last Line Tag Game

tagged by @daffi-990 (& @honestlydarkprincess @exhuastedpigeon for Fuck It Friday)

From a prompt fill that I'm finally getting to work on thanks to the brain rot and the wine on this fine Friday evening (brat!Buck is making an appearance)

Everyone likes to joke that Buck is a golden retriever, but right now he feels like a cat, ready to start pawing at the blinds or knocking things off the counter until Eddie pays attention to him.

if you wanna @bigfootsmom @homerforsure @princessfbi @disasterbuckdiaz @try-set-me-on-fire @wildlife4life @spaceprincessem @sibylsleaves @eddiebabygirldiaz @giddyupbuck @jeeyuns @bvckandeddie @loserdiaz @monsterrae1 @eowon @messyhairdiaz @shitouttabuck @sunshinediaz @lemonzestywrites @underwater-ninja-13 @father-salmon @tizniz @watchyourbuck @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove

[quellawrites]

Last Line Tag Game

I was tagged by the lovely @seiya-starsniper. Thank you, friend! I love playing so much! <3 <3 <3

This is the last I've written, from my arranged marriage/unrequited requited love WIP, which it's still at its early ages.

If Hob closes his eyes, he can still remember the Great Hall hushing as Dream approached the altar. Hob's breath had caught in his throat at the sight of the prince, resplendent in ceremonial robes that shimmered like starlight, the air of one who was about to go to the gallows about him. Dream's face was a study in controlled emotion, his expression neutral save for a tightness around his eyes that spoke volumes to Hob. Hob had been smitten almost instantly. Not that it made a difference. Dream had married him under bequest from his parents, under the pretence of keeping peace between their realms, but, as Hob had learned during the year they’d been wed, it was just another attempt to keep their son under their control.

The tagging part always gets to me haha. I really need to socialize more. For now, whoever sees this and wants to play, may consider themself tagged! <3

[milla-frenchy]

Last line tag game

Thank you for the tag @604to647 ❤️

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

You reached the parking lot where Tommy was already waiting for you, leaning against his car, smoking a cigarette. He threw it away as soon as he saw you and gave you a big smile before taking you in his arms.

Npt: @aurorawritestoescape @bonezone44 @sawymredfox @joelmillerisapunk @mermaidgirl30

@mountainsandmayhem @toxicanonymity @corazondebeskar

[martybaker]

Thank you @amielot for tagging me in last line tag game like forever ago 🙈 I’ve been in real life hell with no time to spare for any creative endeavors, but today I took up the proverbial pen once again to prod at my unfinished modern au ice-skating fic (you can find part one here)

and I wanted to share this bit with y’all, because I think it’s pretty funny. Enjoy.

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Hob laughs out loud. “Wow. Okay, I deserved that one. But how about this one: Say, Professor Endeles, what would a perfect date look like for you?”

Dream pretends to ponder this deeply.

“A nice spring day,” he starts, “not too cold or too hot, we have a picnic on a hill… with a beautiful view of the city of Verona below us.”

He smiles at the image, continuing, “I shiver in the light breeze, underdressed, and Pedro Pascal lends me his jacket-” Hob bursts out laughing at that- “he lends me his jacket, hand feeds me strawberries and italian cheese, we drink Chardonnay...”

Hob laughs so hard it makes him bend in half. “Pedro Pascal??? Pedro Pascal hand feeds you strawberries?!”

Dream gives him a cheeky grin. “Yes.”

“Okay, incredible. I’m skying in the Alps with Keanu Reeves if you even care,” Hob parries.

Dream smiles at him beatifically. “I don’t. Pedro’s taking me to Teatro alla Scala to see Carmen in the evening.”

By this point Hob is straight up wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “Oh my god. Okay. You absolute madman, you win this round. I concede defeat.”

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And I’m tagging @zigzag-wanderer @seiya-starsniper and @omgcinnamoncakes if you feel like sharing :)

[dsudis]

Last line tag game

Thanks to @teejaystumbles for tagging me just when I've actually written something for the first time in ages!

As he sat down, Finn was drinking from his cup, still watching Hob intently from over the rim. Hob smiled at him as reassuringly as he could, and said, "That's good, sweetheart. That's perfect. Dream, would you like... coffee, or tea or anything?"  Dream's lips parted--Hob could see the polite but inevitable no, thank you, I do not need such things forming on his lips--and then he glanced down toward Finn.  Finn was no longer drinking from his cup, but was still holding it near his mouth, and was watching Dream intently.  "Thank you," Dream said. "I would like a cup of milk, please, and perhaps some bread?"  "Yes, of course," Hob said immediately, catching the notion that Dream wanted to model proper accepting-offered-food behavior for Finn, and sternly shushing the part of him that was all but dancing a jig at finally getting Dream to accept anything from him. 

Now that I'm all done with smol!Dream, time to radically change gears and work on the fic where... Hob and Dream are parenting Finn! Look, you can tell this one is different because there is no cheese on toast!

So far!

Ahem. Tagging (with no pressure, of course, only if you both want to play and remember to do so!) @that-banhus, @softest-punk, @pellaaearien, @marvagon, @missingrache, @moorishflower, and @the-apocrypha!

[im-not-corrupted]

Tagged by @cuubism in the last line tag game. Thank you! <3

Some Seer Dream rewrite stuff!

”I’ll meet you downstairs, yeah?”

”Aye. I shall see you soon.”

”Perfect,” he says, and there is—something in the air, then. A daydream Dream finds a little too big to stop himself from seeing, and it takes a hold of him immediately.

He is shown images, then—flashes of moments, too fast for him to see properly but he catches feelings. Soft lips against his. Hands in his hair, on his waist, thumb tracing the curve of his lower lip.

Gonna tag @bazzybelle @kydrogendragon @seiya-starsniper — no pressure of course!

[aurorawritestoescape]

Last line tag game

Thank you for the tags, babies @evolnoomym @xdaddysprincessxx @mermaidgirl30 💖💖💖

A few lines from the wip I started yesterday. As if I don’t have enough of them 🤦🏼‍♀️

“Penny for your thoughts, baby?” Joel cups your cheek, searching for your eyes, and you smile, enjoying the warmth of his giant palm in spite of the Texas sun, bathing you both in its heat.

“Jus’ a little nervous,” you admit, looking up at his handsome face. Joel gives you an understanding smile and his gruff voice imminently calms you down when he says, “Don’t be, darlin’. I’ll be gentle with you. And we can stop whenever you want.”

Npt💖 @milla-frenchy @joelmillerisapunk @syd-djarin @ghoulettesinspace @ozarkthedog @604to647 @quaritchscupquake @iamasaddie sorry if you’ve already done it 🌻

[zzoomacroom]

Last Line Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me @tj-dragonblade! 💗

I'm still working on the same dang chapter of Rain Is Coming Down, so here's a snippet from that:

“So, will you be able to help us, then?” Hob asks. Eileithyia takes a long sip of coffee before answering. “My abilities are much diminished; there are fewer and fewer worshipers. My shrines have fallen into ruin. However, as long as there are those who pray for a safe pregnancy, I retain some of my power.” Hob nods as she speaks, as if this is a perfectly normal conversation, one that he fully understands and that doesn’t sound like a passage from Homer. “Regardless,” she shrugs, “I am also a certified midwife. I doubt there will be much need for divine intervention.” “Well, even so, you’ve got at least one new acolyte,” Hob chuckles. “I’ll be lighting a candle every day, or… making an offering? Er, how does this work, exactly?” “I also take cash,” she says, smiling for the first time since her arrival. “But only in euros. None of your funny English money.” Hob bursts into surprised laughter. “Yeah, alright, we can do that,” he says, shaking his head in bemusement. “You are sixteen and a half weeks,” the goddess says, turning to Morpheus. “We’ll start with visits every four weeks. I will come to you; I imagine that will be simpler than you coming to Thessaloniki. You can accommodate a home birth?” “Yes. Thank you. That… that would be ideal,” Morpheus replies, looking somewhat more at ease than he did at the start of this conversation. “Good. We will increase to bi-monthly visits in the third trimester. Possibly once a week if there are any complications, though I don’t sense anything now.” Eileithyia looks Morpheus up and down, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “It’s not twins. Do you want to know the sex?” Hob gapes at her. “You can tell all that just from looking? And you say your powers are diminished?” The goddess simply smirks and shrugs in reply.

No pressure tags: @linzod @lostelfwriting @omgcinnamoncakes and anyone else who wants to share!

[ozarkthedog]

last line tag game

thank you for the tags @beardedjoel @swiftispunk😘

here's a snippet from an upcoming older!joel x f!reader fic that toes the dub con line

Joel plunges his dripping length savagely between your folds. He didn't think it was possible to get any harder despite the circle of men leering down as he fucks you into the ground. A sick realization blossoms. It creeps like a vine crawling down from the back of his mind, along the length of his spine, before settling in the base of his heavy cock, making it throb. He enjoys being watched.

np tags: @ghotifishreads @schnarfer @freelancearsonist @seventeenpins