#first sentence then scene

[seas-of-silver]

The young rabbit hero quickly motioned to the surprised teenager to get into her portal before desperately shouting out, "Luka—Viperion, I need your help!"

The young rabbit hero quickly motioned to the surprised teenager to get into her portal before desperately shouting out, 'Luka—Viperion, I need your help!'

Luka tsked. 'Civilian and hero identity? Bunnyx, you're slipping.'

Bunnyx growled. Luka put his hands up as he chuckled in mock surrender.

'Be glad you found me when I was home alone, Alix,' he said as he entered the Burrow.

'Who's breaking rules now, snake boy?' Alix grouched, snapping the portal shut and stomping across the Burrow, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him along with a ferocity that made him immediately switch into focus.

Luka knew how playful Alix was; cheeky by nature, a jovial competitor, and while she was a realist, she would be able to find levity in heavier moments. Normally, if he pulled her up on a slip, she'd roll her eyes, cock her hip and sass right back at him with an anecdote of when he himself had stuffed up, just to make it an even playing field. Normally, there'd be a little more banter. This, however, wasn't normal, and it put him on edge. As he observed her, she was pale, sweating, tired, jittery... scared.

'What happened?' he asked.

'No spoilers,' she shot back curtly as she pulled him in front of another portal.

'Hey.' He pulled his wrist out of her grasp. 'If you're going to send me out of my time into something that obviously has you rattled, I'm going to need to know what I'm walking into - which includes what led up to whatever this is.'

Bunnyx sniffled, and that's when he saw it. It wasn't just sweat trailing down her face. Luka wrapped her up in a hug.

'What are you doing, man?' came her muffled voice from against his chest. 'You-'

'I can spare a moment to make sure you're okay,' he told her. She returned the hug, and he felt his shirt dampen with tears. He wasn't sure how long they stood there, but eventually she pulled away.

'Th-the villain, the new holder of the Butterfly,' she began as she wiped her eyes and attempted to refocus herself, 'she's... so much worse that we could have ever imagined. Hawk Moth, Shadowmoth, Monarch - he had at least some boundaries, some morals, some rules about what he did, some lines he wouldn't cross... but her? She's just... there's nothing she wouldn't do, and it's horrifying.'

Bunnyx shivered, her pale facade tinging green.

'Should... should I ask why you couldn't get the Luka of that time?' he asked cautiously. Bunnyx just shrunk in on herself, and his heart sunk at the mortifying, unthinkable reasons she wouldn't, or perhaps couldn't-

'Spoilers,' she whispered with a glimmer of a smile, and he relaxed. So perhaps it wasn't as bad as he wasn't imagining, right?

'We're down a few members of our usual team, and the ones who are fighting are being pushed to their limits,' Bunnyx continued. 'This akuma is complicated, relentless and devastating. When we get on site, I'll inform the team that you're here, and after that, observe, report back to the team, and for goodness sakes - don't let the akuma see you. It'll be game over if you do.'

'What, like Medusa or something?' Luka joked, but at Bunnyx's nod, he grew solemn.

'And that's just one of the akuma's abilities.'

'Shit.'

'Yeah.'

Luka heaved a heavy sigh. 'Anything else I need to know?'

'Don't touch the goo.'

Luka raised an eyebrow.

'Seriously, don't touch the goo,' Bunnyx warned him.

Luka nodded slowly as he called on his transformation. 'Goo is a no-go. Got it.' He looked back at her. 'See you soon, yeah?'

'Yeah,' she agreed softly. 'Be careful.'

He smiled before stepping through the portal. He was halfway through when he felt a hand pull him backwards.

'Wrong portal, dummy!' Bunnyx scolded, shaking her head as she lined him up with the portal to the left of the one he just walked through. 'What would you even do without me?'

'I'd probably be really bored,' he countered as she shoved him unceremoniously through the portal and onto a secluded rooftop.

'I got the young Viperion for you, team' Bunnyx announced into her comms. 'Don't lose him - he can't stay up past his bedtime.'

'Copy that,' he heard the chorus of voices through his earpiece as he put it in.

'See you later, Vipey,' Bunnyx said to him as she slapped his shoulder in farewell.

'Later, Energiser,' he replied, chuckling as she flipped him off before hopping back into the Burrow, the bright portal swirling shut behind her.

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Ask game: Give me the first sentence and I'll write a short piece for it!

[reverentwormpriest]

jet and zuko toxic yaoi is so real idk how i never saw it . when the hot buzzcut burn scar badboy with a past he doesnt talk about wont join your emo band and youre really upset but its all good cuz you saw his uncle firebending so you just decide to go fucking kill him instead

[theroyalsandi]

The Princess of Wales sat down the a group of players, including Lawes and Care, to speak about their experiences as fathers along with Si Trower, the founder of mental health charity Brave Mind, and other club players. | June 07, 2023

[nemhaine42]

and so Vegeta spent the rest of the afternoon desperately trying to remember if that was actually true or if it was just something Nappa made up in order to force Vegeta to share a bunk with Raditz and give himself some extra space.

Headcanon: Vegeta and Raditz were brothers and I cannot be convinced otherwise. Not nicey-nicey brothers like Gohan and Goten but like awful, antagonistic, constantly squabbling brothers who made Nappa lose what was left of his hair from stress. Nor is it a sentiment that either Raditz or Vegeta would ever admit to, not even to themselves, not under pain of death.

But like at some point when Goten is really little he'll refer to Vegeta as his uncle, which Vegeta will vehemently reject. He is adamant that Kakarot was not his brother, therefore he cannot be Goten's uncle. Unfortunately when the word 'brother' passes his lips Raditz's stupid face flashes in his mind's eye and this cannot be undone.

[polutrope]

If you're in the mood for another sentence ask:

"Why nine?"

Thank you!

"Why nine?"

"It is an auspicious number," said Fëanáro, "the number of Aratar, Highest of the Ainur, who came down into Eä from the Timeless Halls." Nerdanel howled with such delight that the forest above them burst to life with birds scattering in alarm. "So you would make yourself the rival of Ilúvatar in Arda?"

"Not rival! Peer, perhaps." Fëanáro said it in jest, but there was that defensive twist at the corners of his mouth, in the squint of his eyes.

"Well, you will have to learn to create offspring of your thought as the Allfather did, for you will not father nine children by me."

Fëanáro pouted, and after a while said, "Seven?"

"Six."

"Six," Fëanáro allowed, and rolled her over to get to work.

[tvckerwash]

She's done hundreds of ops just like it, and was more than confident in her ability to get the job done alone considering she'd be dealing with civilian security.

Apparently Hargrove didn't feel the same way.

“Woah, woah, wait a minute—your codename is actually Connecticut? Like…the state of Connecticut?” The lanky marine asked, laughing when she didn't reply. “What, do you have 48 buddies named after the rest of the states? Is your boss Washington D.C?”

Connie clenched her fists by her side and grit her teeth in annoyance—over both his constant chattering, and how on the nose he was. Normally by now she would have said something, but for whatever reason she really didn't want to give this man the satisfaction of knowing he was getting to her. He gave her the same feeling York did when he was stressed and lost all social tact, though he was nowhere near as charming and endearing.

God, she missed him—missed all of them.

She was cut off from her thoughts by the strong, silent one clearing his throat.

“Since you're leading this operation Agent, what's our plan?”

Ah, right.

She still didn't like that she, of all people, was in charge here. She was the screw up, she had no leading capabilities, and for all intents and purposes wanted to keep it that way.

If only Wash or Carolina was here. Hell, she'd even take North or J.D in this situation.

[serendipitous-mage]

this has to have been done before but i had to Make Sure

(semi related but the cesare compilation video i put up on youtube mainly for my friends and i is at 40k views?? O.O' we RABID lmao)

[lilybug-02]

PART 9

Just two humans chatting. Not as common as you may think.

Part 9 // First // Previous // Next

--Full Series--

Again I have to thank you all for being so patient -w- it’s been like… 4 months since my last upload for this comic. Phew thats crazy to me. So glad to be uploading on it again :) See you next time.

[dubiousculturalartifact]

if i see another shitty take about how Lydia Bennet 'deserved' being victimized by a serial sexual predator, for the crime of teenage girl

i will fight them in a dennys parking lot at 3 am

and then actually get around to finishing writing my georgiana/lydia fic that kills off wickham in the first sentence

[lesbiancocksucker]

Actually wait stede wants to be petnamed so fucking badly by his boyfriend he broke up with its embarrassing

[seas-of-silver]

Marinette wasn’t sure how to react to a sleeping Chat Noir who was sprawled on her balcony; this was going to be hard to explain to her parents why Adrien who wasn’t in their home showed up to their breakfast out of her room.

Marinette wasn’t sure how to react to a sleeping Chat Noir who was sprawled on her balcony; this was going to be hard to explain to her parents - why Adrien, who wasn’t in their home, showed up to their breakfast out of her room.

When she had gone up to her balcony after dinner to get ready to leave for patrol, she almost screamed when she saw Chat's limp form draped across the floor. After realising that he was okay, just asleep, she almost collapsed with relief. It was only once her panic subsided that she spotted a bag next to him, and her concern spiked. Marinette tensed as her eyes scanned the rooftops, the skies, the neighbouring windows and the streets below, only relaxing once she was certain this wasn't a trap, nor that their safety was compromised.

She quietly picked up his bag and dropped it through the skylight. She then gently tried to rouse him, but when he didn't wake, she attempted to lift him and carry him over to her skylight, but despite her natural strength as her civilian self, it was no match to the slumbering deadweight that was her partner. It took transforming into Ladybug and some smart manoeuvres with her yo-yo to successfully lower him into her room.

Once back in her room and with the skylight closed securely behind her, she took a moment to observe Chat. The mask hid much, but not enough. His eyes were puffy and red, as if he had been crying. His hand, even in deep sleep, was tightly clasping... the lucky charm Marinette gave to Adrien. What... what was Chat Noir doing with... unless... no, he couldn't be... right?

Marinette scrambled over to the bag, shaky hands hovered above the zipper. She looked up at Tikki, who had flittered into view, silently asking for permission. Tikki nodded solemnly. Once unzipped, the bag's contents only confirmed her suspicions. Adrien was Chat Noir. Chat Noir was Adrien. They were one and the same.

She would have freaked out more about this revelation, if it wasn't for the fact the boy she loved, the partner she trusted, had - while distraught - seemingly sought refuge with her. He needed her right now.

She had tucked him into her bed, retrieved some cheese from her family's fridge for Plagg once Chat detransformed, and settled herself on her chaise with a spare pillow and blankets. Only a few hours later was she awoken by a panicked yell. She leapt off her chaise, ready to fight whatever danger was awaiting her, when her eyes landed on Chat, who was upright and breathing heavily.

'Adrien? Are you okay?'

His eyes turned to her, wide and panicked, before relaxing. 'So, you figured me out, huh?'

'Heh, yeah,' she admitted nervously, before remembering the state he was in when she discovered him. 'Are... are you okay?'

Chat let out a despairing sigh and detransformed. Plagg considered his charge with concern before glancing at Marinette, then silently making his way to the cheese plate Marinette had prepared for him. Adrien pulled his knees to his chest, looking smaller than she had ever seen him.

'I... no,' he answered quietly. 'My father... my mother...'

Tears started to fall down his cheeks, and she immediately made her way to his side and held him as he cried. The words started spilling out of him - spotting his father with Nooroo, discovering the giant cave-like basements under the mansion, then his mother in a glass casket. In his panic and fear, he packed whatever he could think of, transformed and just ran as fast as feet could take him to wherever he felt the safest. She didn't know how long they stayed that way, with him unloading his grief and turmoil while she held him.

'I just don't know what to tell Ladybug,' Adrien confided. 'Would she even believe me when I say that I had no idea my own father was our nemesis?'

'Well,' Marinette replied, 'considering you just told Ladybug everything, she'd be happy to tell you she believes you with every fibre of her being.'

They stayed cuddled in each other's arms until they eventually fell asleep. It wasn't until they woke up the next morning that she realised that she had a boy - Adrien, her longtime crush - in her room, with no reasonable explanation for his being there. They tried sneaking quietly down to the kitchen, but their plan was spoiled immediately by the sight of her mother staring at them in surprise.

'H-Hey, Maman,' Marinette stuttered as she attempted an innocent easy-going attitude. 'There's a totally believable explanation for this, heh...'

'Marinette,' Maman began, 'if you wanted to have a sleepover with your friends, you didn't have to sneak them into the house, you know.'

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Ask game: Give me the first sentence and I'll write a short piece for it!

[descendant-of-truth]

Boruto inheriting Naruto's obliviousness to people having feelings for him and Hinata's overt blushing whenever romance actually comes up is a hilarious combination actually

Look at this dork. He's losing his marbles over some random person asking his classmate out, while simultaneously latching onto the guy he's missed all the signs from

[jacob-blogs]

No shade but the way some 50,000 word fanfics can really be skimmed by just reading the first sentence of every paragraph... Werk

[piratekane]

title: baby, i've got a plan (run away fast as you can) note: for my main squeeze, @belikebumblebee. an effort.

Beatrice took her vows before God - has lived with them for years; thrived in their simplicity and the comfort they’ve brought her. They’ve been her constant, her center of gravity; a feeling in the middle of her chest that keeps her warm on the few nights where her resolve flickers like a dying candle, flame licking into the air searching for renewed life. 

It doesn’t happen often - her faith is unwavering - but in the first nights after Adriel, after Father Vincent, after Mary, she lays in bed next to a restless Ava and wonders: what is God’s reason for this?

She makes another covenant; another solemn promise on her knees in the lamplight of their one-bedroom flat, head bowed and fingertips pressed to her lips.

She vows herself to Ava.

(read on ao3)

[jewishraypalmer]

I avoided reading the very popular noun of nouns and nouns book until now so I decided (bc curiosity got to me) to listen to the graphic audio. I'm halfway through and I mean this with as much respect as I can but are y'all ok???

[desertfangs]

Daniel/Armand 'It was a spectacular display of devotion to the atmosphere and what the others in the smoke fogged room called 'the vibe', but you could never tell what was going to catch Armand's imagination and he looked like he was enjoying himself."

This prompt was so fun! I like how it really set a scene but still allowed me to come up with the specifics! I have no idea what you pictured but I'm curious to hear how it compares to what I ended up with.

It was a spectacular display of devotion to the atmosphere and what the others in the smoke fogged room called ‘the vibe,’ but you could never tell what was going to catch Armand's imagination and he looked like he was enjoying himself.

Armand had somehow procured a number of neon glow sticks in various colors that now adorned his neck and wrists, the colors reflected against his pale skin. One, neon blue, sat in his thick auburn hair like a crown. He leaned against a pillar, having a conversation with someone similarly adorned. 

Daniel watched him, captivated by how easily he played the part of a young college guy at an art house rave. How effortlessly he could slip into the role like a practiced actor, adapting as he got more information or the situation changed. 

He’d seen him do it a thousand times but he’d forgotten how much he enjoyed Armand being chameleon in any setting. When Armand had first suggested they come here, when the guy had handed them the flyer as they’d left the gallery, Daniel had been dubious. As a vampire, he couldn’t drink or partake in the drugs people were definitely doing in the bathrooms, at least not directly, and he wasn’t sure coming to a loud, raucous party was the thing they needed. 

Things were still a little tenuous between them. Still new. Still strange, because while it was all so familiar, so much time had passed and so much had happened. It was easy to get comfortable only to have something jar him back to the reality that their lives had been separate for a long time. And yet he’d welcomed Daniel back easily enough and, due in part to some fraught conversations they’d forced out, things mostly felt okay. Like maybe they were finally on the same page. Only took them forty years. 

But time alone was precious—Armand’s house was full of people coming and going and Lestat kept calling him to France to deal with matters of the Court, a trip Daniel sometimes accompanied him on or sometimes opted out of—and he hadn’t been thrilled to spend this night at some loud, bombastic party. 

Armand glanced over in his direction. He could no longer hear the trepidatious thoughts whirling through Daniel’s mind but he could see him running his hand through his blond hair. Armand ended his conversation and came over to him. 

He unsnapped one of the green glow sticks from around his neck and put it around Daniel’s, giving him a grand total of one, smoothing Daniel’s t-shirt against his chest. He leaned back to admire his work. 

“Do you wish to leave?” Armand asked. His amber eyes burned into him.

Daniel was surprised by the question. They’d attended countless parties together and Daniel could count on his fingers how many times Armand had ever given him such an out. “It looks like you’re having fun.” 

Armand titled his head and studied Daniel in a way that set the hair on the back of his neck on edge. “But you’re not.” 

Daniel shrugged. He’d had fun at the gallery. And he didn’t mind being here. “I like watching you.” 

Armand smiled. He took another glow stick from his wrist, this one bright orange, and took Daniel’s hand. Armand’s hand was cool against his and the touch sent tingles up Daniel’s arm. He fastened the glow stick around Daniel’s wrist and it cast orange light on his pale skin. Armand kissed the soft skin of Daniel’s wrist, almost like a blessing, before letting it drop. 

“One dance,” Armand said. “And then if you wish, we’ll leave.” 

“Yeah, okay.” 

He let Armand lead him to the dance floor, which was full of writhing, bouncing bodies, their heartbeats louder than the bass-line that thrummed in his ears as the music roared. A smoke machine pumped fog into the air and the strobe lights reflected against it, making the atmosphere surreal and neon. Armand danced elegantly in a carefree way that made Daniel’s heart ache. 

He’d missed him desperately, more than he'd even let himself realize, and seeing him like this, covered in glow sticks and dancing to the music as if nothing else mattered, really hammered that home. He thought of all the nights he’d spent in nightclubs in Rio, perfecting the art of the little drink and trying so hard to recapture the feeling that immortality had supposedly promised: an eternity unburdened. Only to find it here at this make-shift warehouse party in Soho, because eternity was empty without Armand in it. 

A man approached Armand, tapping his shoulder to get his attention. Daniel continued dancing but kept an eye on them. The man handed Armand a sheet of something that looked like pink tabs. Drugs of some sort. Armand nodded and slipped the drugs into the pocket of his jeans. 

He danced back to Daniel and put his arms around him. 

“You saving those for later?” Daniel teased, fingers brushing his pants pocket.

Armand smiled widely, viciously, and Daniel’s pulse raced. He pressed himself against Daniel, lips at his ear, and said, “He’s laced them with poison.” Armand nodded to the man who'd given him the goods, who was now moving through the crowd, back toward the exit. “I think perhaps we’ve found dinner.” 

Daniel grinned at him as Armand took his hand and led him through the throngs of revelers in pursuit of their new-found victim.