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[thescarletgarden1990]

Ten First Line Game

Ten first lines game!

Rules: Share the first line of ten of your most recent fanfics and then tag ten people. Don't have ten? Not to worry, just share what you have (ignore if you’ve been tagged)

Tagged by @enygma0710 Thank you, darling!

1. Playground Love

Dany was seven when her family left Braavos.

2. Let us live at dawn

They hadn’t seen the sun for weeks.

3. The girl in my story has always been you (with @adecila)

One of the cart’s wheels made a squeaking noise as she pushed it amidst the stacks. Dany made a mental note to oil it later, wary of the irritated glances coming from the people that frequented the library. She tried to ignore them as she placed the books back onto the shelves, lining the spines carefully, but still froze in her steps when she saw his frown.

4. Enter You (with @tomakeitbeautifultolive)

They were right there. Just dangling on the tip of his tongue. He could feel them.

5. All Cops Are Bastards

The acrid stench of smoke rendered it impossible to breathe without experiencing fits of coughing, despite the handkerchiefs and balaclavas everyone was wearing. Shrieks and shouts, the noise of glass breaking loudly, and war-like chants in the distance. No time to think, no time to observe. Only the hand that brandished the truncheon, and the taste of bile in his mouth.

6. In the Midnight Hour

It felt incredible. The fear and terror subsided, leaving his mind free to be washed by a sensation of awe and wonder. The black scales were hot under his fingertips, and the big, intelligent eyes of the gigantic dragon seemed to connect with his very soul. He never felt that scared and happy and whole at the same time before, ever. Jon patted the dragon's scaly snout as he would do Ghost's, hand trembling with reverence. Suddenly, a deafening sound exploded in his ears, scaring the shit out of him. Was he about to become dragon supper?

7. If it’s the last thing I do (with @adecila)

The Red Keep was still at night, the halls and chambers barely seeming to belong to the same castle when illuminated only by the candlelight. Ned appreciated the quiet, the way this despicable place only seemed to become bearable when everyone else was sleeping. But even in the comforting silence of the night, punctuated only by the soft footsteps of some handmaiden, he couldn’t shake the mounting feeling of dread from his heart.

8. Little Winter Rose (with @tomakeitbeautifultolive)

Once upon a time, when stags and lions ruled the seven kingdoms, and the wolves hid the fire in the frozen North, there lived a man. Now this man was easily a hundred years old, if not a full twenty years more. He had been content to live his life in peace and put himself at the service of others, but now, old as he was, he couldn’t seem to feel joy anymore. Tragedy had befallen his dynasty, and now he was the last one standing of his name.

9. The Wrong Impression of the Right One (with @adecila and @tomakeitbeautifultolive)

The evening was like any other, shrouded in a muted darkness gentled only by a few flickering torches along the walls. All was still but for the shadow dancing at his feet, mimicking his every movement, and all quiet but for the faint echo of iron and his restless mind. Sweat beaded his brow, a soreness settling into his arms as he slashed at the dummy again and again, hoping the repetition might dull his thoughts like the sword’s edge.

10. Foreign Affairs (with @tomakeitbeautifultolive)

Meereen was hot as a furnace, the blistering heat making the air dance in waves just above the sandy ground. It was a warmth that Jon had never felt before in his life, a welcome change from the implacable cold of the Wall. Already during his long journey in Essos, he had had to forgo the heavy clothes that were necessary in the frigid North, but now, on his third day in the city, he had finally relented and switched his black tunics for the light-coloured linen ones that they sold at the local market. It’s not like his brothers could see him, anyway, and he would be more useful to the Night’s Watch if he didn’t die of a heatstroke far away from Castle Black.

I think a lot of people have been tagged already, but if someone wants to do this feel free to participare and tag me! 

[bitchofdarkness]

I hate how fandom has become "if you haven't created anything in this very specific time frame after the release of the show/movie, everyone will have moved on"

And call me old fashioned, but that's just not me. I sometimes take ages to create and publish. And I will love a show or movie for such a long time (years, babes, years) that I just can't relate to the fast consumerism that's going on.

Because, let's be real, it can get really lonely in a fandom if most have simply moved on to the next shiny thing. Is what's created less worth, just because it was created outside the hype? Why is it such a taboo for this new fandom generation to love an old or "late" fic or art?

It's so tiring and I'm too old for the 30-seconds-hype-tiktok-shit. Just tired. So, so tired.

[batemanofficial]

that smoking in public poll got me thinking. you don't get to waffle about being neutral with these options you gotta choose

i personally like the smell of weed but dislike the smell of cigarette/tobacco smoke, but combing through the notes on that poll indicates that this opinion may be unpopular! idk!

[skyberia]

workarounds to having a vampire as your partner in crime

[deathlonging]

we should talk more about cities that are vampires. cities that are cold and wet and sink into your bones and stay there. cities that are hungry and want to live. dead cities that dont know they're dead and suck the life force of their people to maintain the delusion. cities with harbors that are actually mouths; one-way entries. cities that are devastatingly lonely and see consumption as love

[flekh]

gulag miku btw... what did she do 😔

[sunsburns]

been thinking about dating college!art and you get into a really big fight until he decides to show up at your dorm *cough* make up sex *cough*

i had wayy too much fun with this… SMUT 17+

“i’m still mad at you, you know.” there’s no real bite to your bark, not when your voice is breathless, your cheeks are flushed, and your hands keep running through his hair.

“yeah, i know,” art drawls, his voice softening. he says it because a part of him knows it’s true, but he can’t help the faint smile that grows on his face. he knows you won’t stay mad for long, but he still feels the weight of his guilt pressing down on him. he’d do anything to make it up to you. with every press of his lips, he mutters a quiet “i’m sorry,” against your skin, then grazes his teeth along your ankle before making his way up your leg.

he’d thought of a million different things to say to you, how he would stand his ground or cave to your defences. but all of it was thrown out the window the moment you opened that door. you were wearing his shirt—or maybe it was patrick’s, maybe even tashi’s—and a pair of panties. the sight of your messy desk, covered in textbooks, notebooks, and your open laptop, reminded him you were doing homework, or trying to. but the ache in his chest at the thought of you hating him was overwhelming.

it was killing him knowing you were upset, and he was the cause of it. that’s why art had taken a trip to the nearest farmer’s market the moment he was off the court, and he bought you flowers and your favourite snack and knocked on your door.

now the flowers are forgotten by your desk, the snacks on the floor, and you’re still trying to keep up the act that you’re mad at art. but the truth is, you can’t even remember what you were mad at him about in the first place. 

the way he looks at you, with such earnest remorse and tenderness, makes it hard to hold onto your anger. you sigh, running your fingers through his hair again, feeling the tension between you start to melt away.

“i hate how you do this to me,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. art’s eyes meet yours, and he pauses, his lips hovering just above your knee.

“i know,” he says again, his voice filled with a mix of regret and hope. his hands roam up the sides of your thighs, fingers brushing your ass before they turn into the curve between your legs. “but i’m here now,” he presses a kiss against your hot skin again, making his way up, up, and up. “and i want to make it right.”

as he continues his gentle kisses, moving slowly and tenderly, you feel your defences crumbling. the anger that once felt so strong is now just a distant memory. art’s presence, his touch, his voice, his words, all of him- it’s all you can think about.

he looks up at you, sitting on the bed while he kneels before you. you’re watching him, waiting for his next move when he is still between your legs. 

when you run your nails against his scalp, art doesn't bother hiding the quiet whimper that slips past his lips before he closes his eyes and leans his head towards your arm. 

he lets you hold him while his hands trail up your sides, reaching and groping anything he can before his fingers tug at your panties, and he carefully slips them off you.

when he kisses your clit, you rest your leg over his shoulder, heel pressing against the muscles of his back. his arms wrap around your thighs, pulling you closer while he starts to eat you out. 

art starts slow, calculated strokes of his tongue against you, running it in tight circles against your clit, dipping it lower when he gets a little more confident. when you arch your back and whine, pushing his head closer so you can ride his face, he starts to pick up the pace, hoping to hear that sound come out of you again.

when his tongue pokes at your cunt, it draws a loud moan out of you, blood rushing to your ears. “fuck, art,” you whimper, grinding against his face. “feels so good.”

art seems to like it more than you, eyes closed in bliss, humming and moaning against your cunt, each vibration from his mouth making you spiral. his hips buck up into nothing, but he doesn't seem to mind as his hands hold onto you tighter, as if he is afraid to lose you. 

“you’re so pretty like this,” you barely manage to get out, your heart thumping against your chest.

art moans again at your praise and finally opens his eyes to meet your burning gaze. his low, nearly pathetic whine with his eyes on you was what it took to push you over the edge.

art lets you ride it out, he lets you grind against his face, he lets you use him again and again and again until you’ve had your fill and there is nothing left of him.

and when you cup his cheeks and bring his face to yours and kiss him like you have a one-track mind, he has an inkling feeling that you're not mad at him anymore. you press your forehead against his, hand cupping the back of his neck, and he lets out a sigh and you breathe it in. 

“i’m sorry,” he whispers, one more time, to make sure you know he means it.

you smile, offering him half a shrug and another kiss. “just let me return the favour.”

[scribz-ag24]

What if the Time Gears had actually threatening guardians.

[currentlyonstandbi]

[captain-solemn-titty]

2 types of sorcerers in bbc merlin:

“fuck all men” 😡 and “fuck all men!” 😁

[daz4i]

mori bro now's your chance. his other ex-husband died man he has no one else to go to you should shoot your shot again come on bro

[ladymariayuri]

how cats see themselves when they haven't been fed for 5 minutes

[hoofpeet]

La la la yippee

[its-not-a-pen]

first day as a small-town sherif and you discover that some of the convicts you're transporting managed to escape in the night and since the penalty for letting prisoners escape is death, and the penalty for being late because you were looking for escaped prisoners is also death, you decide to free ALL of them and go hide out in the wilderness for a bit, except the convicts are super grateful so they make you their leader and it turns out they're decent guys who were exploited by a tyrannical government, so long story short you're crowd-sourcing for a peasant uprising and would anyone like to chip in?

3650th day and due to a series of unforeseen events you are now the emperor and founder of the han dynasty.

[jjunieworld]

heeseung with a spit kink NOW !! (for science of course)

ˋ🧾 ‎⸝⸝⸝ hee + spit play

nsfw mdni. [ fem!reader, spit kink / spit play, unprotected sex, dom!heeseung, sub!reader, some dirty talk, slight hair pulling? ]

heeseung pistoned into you over and over, your loud whines and moans filling the room. yeah, you like it when i fuck into you like this? he asked you, eyes shifting up your bare body to see your answer. his lips curled up into a smirk.

all you could manage to do was nod, but you knew that wasn’t going to be enough for him so you forced words out of your mouth. y-yes! please don’t stop! you moaned.

satisfied, heeseung brought his thumb to your clit to rub hard circles into it. you watched as saliva dripped from his mouth to where your two bodies connected. that took you right over the edge and not soon after your legs were shaking as creamy white mixed with heeseung’s spit at the base of his cock.

fuck, heeseung grunted. he gripped your hips tight, leaning more into your body and causing your legs to be pinned to your chest. he fucked into you deeper and you gripped his biceps hard with a loud moan, your fingernails digging into his skin that would no doubt leave marks. fuck, baby, your pussy feels s-so good, heeseung said and you felt him twitch inside you.

warm cum spilled into you right as heeseung moaned out, his forehead pressing into your chess as he rocked his hips slowly. heeseung pulled out with a low grunt and pulled you up to him. open, he demanded, pupils blown out with lust as he tilted your head back by your hair.

you did as he demanded, mouth opening wide and tongue sticking out. a sastified smirk played on heeseung’s lips before he spit into your mouth. he then brought his lips onto yours, desperately and messily kissing you as he pulled you in his lap. you just drive him so crazy.