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Opening Line Tag Game

I was tagged by @you-cant-spell-subtext-without and thank you so much for that!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

Okay, this is a combo of things already on AO3 and some things I haven’t posted yet. So here it goes!

Gonna tag my whole taglist in this, for reasons.

@sinnabonka @pocketsized-prophet @bowtiesandneckerchiefs @ialwaysordericedcoffee @biangelenergy @castielsbeeslippers @mybrainproblems @corancoranthemagicalman @jensmisha @legless-fish-on-rollerskates @omittedcastiel @soullistrations @hermscat @cas-owns-my-ass

As far as patterns go, I vary constantly on tense and person. I seem to really like either dropping readers into a random moment or character thought that's key to the setting or emotion of the piece and sets the tone right off. Unless I'm doing something ridiculous like a Murder Mystery & Makeupnatural AU of a pre-existing fic. But we're not gonna dwell on that.

1. Unpublished and untitled WIP fic of a fic in which true crime historian and beauty Youtuber Bailey Sarian covers the strange case of the Midwestern Murder Husbands, notorious serial killer Dean Winchester and former FBI agent Castiel Novak (which I may or may not post anywhere ever).

Today’s story is about notorious murder husbands Dean Winchester and Cas—Castille? I swear I practiced this before filming. Castiel Novak. Now I do also want to lead with the caveat that this case is still ongoing. Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak have not, as of the filming of this video, been apprehended. So...if unresolved stuff bothers you or freaks you out...you were warned! Don’t say I didn’t warn ya!

2. Unpublished and Untitled WIP in which Heaven is another cage, another of Chuck’s tricks, and Dean must figure this out before he has any hope of escaping.

It’s small things at first.

The yellow light cast over everything, like his happy was written on decaying paper.

The lukewarm beer that tasted like ass. The sight of Bobby sitting placidly in a rocking chair.

3. Unpublished and Untitled WIP in which Cas is in the Empty, dreaming of Dean’s grief over losing him. Day after agonizing day of watching Dean’s misery and being unable to help. Until one day, Dean looks at him. Sees him. And speaks to him.

In the deepest reaches of the Empty, Castiel slept. And dreamed.

4. Unpublished deejay/trucker AU WIP Angel on the Radio

The final bars of the song faded out, and Dean grinned as the radio host began talking.

"Listeners that was “Just What I Needed” by The Cars, dedicated to Melinda by your loving husband, who misses you very much. Up next on KNGL we have a dedication from Lisa, going out to her son Ben. She hopes you're having a good time away at school, and won't you please call home more often? Nothing like a good old-fashioned guilt trip from mom, right folks? Anyway, here's “Don’t You Forget About Me” by Simple Minds.”

5. The Stars in Sharp Relief: Destiel + Stargazing

Cas and Dean have little in common, at the end of the day. Some experiences, sure, though most of them of the kind Dean would like to forget. Their history is brief moments of joy wrapped on all sides by sharp long stretches of regret and pain. Oddly enough, he wouldn't trade any of it away for something simple.

6. A Darker Beginning: A rewrite of Sam and Dean’s teen years that speculates what would have happened if Sam was just a little less “normal.”

By the time Sam is a teenager, John has pretty much made up his mind that his youngest son has to die. But he's a coward who never took responsibility for anything in his life, so he pulls Dean aside after a hunt--Sam is in the car--and explains his suspicions about the YED's plans for Sam and his conviction that Sam isn't really human anymore because he won't touch salt or holy water and flinches when he reads exorcisms aloud.

And then he hands Dean a gun and gives him the order to shoot his little brother in the head. And Dean is shaking as John lays the gun in his hands, but when his fingers close around the grip he stills and a cold resolve falls across his too-young face as he nods, once, as though accepting what must be done.

He's 19. Sam just turned 15.

The gunshot that rings out a moment later startles a dozing Sam awake just in time to see his brother bolt from their hotel room alone, their dad nowhere in sight.

7. The Rockrose and the Thistle: Dean and Cas’s first meeting in Hell, from Cas’s perspective

Castiel arrives in the furthest corner of hell battered, his wings nearly shredded, and having lost many of his brothers and sisters on the way in. Cut off from Heaven, he is weary in spirit and no longer healing as he should.But he claws his way through the hordes and stands, at last, to see the soul for whom Heaven has risked so much.

8. Murder the World: Angsty season 10 AU where Dean is never cured of being a demon or freed from the Mark.

It starts with someone they didn’t even know. Someone innocent who’d never hurt anyone.

Dean shows up shaking, bloody hands and haunted eyes. He begs Castiel to kill him.

Castiel holds him instead. Holds him until the trembling stops.He tells himself this is the turning point. This is when we save him.

It’s not.

9. Icarus Ascending (Or How Dean and Castiel Failed To Watch Star Wars: A New Hope): What it says on the tin, basically.

Castiel shifts restlessly in his place on the couch as Dean flips through a case of DVDs, grumbling about kids who don't put things back in alphabetical order.

10. Quietly: How Dean and Cas finally get their shit together

Dean and Cas finally getting it together is quiet. Cas made his first pointed I Love You a big declaration because he had to, circumstance demanded it but…all other things being equal and normal, when the world isn’t ending and Death isn’t literally pounding on the door...

It’s Dean at the kitchen table. Or maybe he's leaning against the hood of the Impala with a beer in hand. Or on a park bench somewhere, just enjoying being outside in the world that’s still there in part because of him.

Wherever he is, it’s Cas quietly joining him, leaving that too little distance between them that Dean suddenly realizes is--has always felt like--too much.

11. The Stumbling Art of Making Your Own Decisions: Destiel post-canon focusing on Dean’s recovery

Baby sits in the garage for a while, undriven.

Dean’s record player and his walkman sit unused and untouched in his room.

He gets up in the morning, stares at his open closet, and then gets back into bed. Picking out clothes involves too many choices.

12. Most Irregular: Actually not SPN for once! I wrote this fic for my pet crackship, John Watson/Daimler from Netflix series The Irregulars.

Leo was pacing.

He was also wringing his hands, when he wasn't busy running them anxiously through his hair.

His steps had slowed in the last few minutes, starting to look more difficult, and painful. Bea wasn't sure, watching him, how she had ever not realized he was a prince. At the moment he looked like the very picture of one from a storybook, lamenting some fell sorcery having befallen his kingdom. There was no fell sorcery to be had, though, not for weeks. Not since Jessie had managed to close the Rip.

She was worried about his leg, and worried about his worrying, and worried about what had him worried in the first place.

He was, maybe, driving her a little crazy.

13. There’s A House: Destiel post-canon fic

There's a house at the end of a long gravel road, far enough from any town lines that it's anyone's guess what the actual address might be. There's no street sign, no number on the door. It sits nestled back against the trees, its only neighbors a small stream down a hill to the right and a meadow overrun with wildflowers and brambles that bristle menacingly in winter and grow heavy and dark with blackberries in early summer.

14. Student Housing: Reader POV, Outsider POV post-canon SPN fic. Sam, Dean, and Cas rent out the rooms in the bunker to college students for cheap, and you’re their first tenant. WIP.

You pull into the only open space and put your car in park with a sigh. You overestimated the drive time and you’re nearly half an hour early, but that’s not what has you so exasperated.

Your phone has been pinging nonstop for the last hour, making it very difficult to follow the GPS to your destination. You pull it out of the dashboard holder and flip through the texts, barely skimming the words. They all say the same thing anyway.

Your friends think you’re nuts for even coming here, but really, what other choice do you have? Your school, with the lack of forethought only college administrators could be capable of, admitted more students than it could house this year and gave priority to incoming freshmen. So instead of snagging the nice on-campus apartment you were hoping for, you now have to find somewhere off campus to rent. It sucks, and it’s making the lead-up to this term into one giant headache. Who can afford an off-campus apartment in their sophomore year? Certainly not you, not even with twenty hours a week of work study.

You can’t ask your parents for the money; you know they can’t afford it. You live just far enough away that staying at home is out of the question. And if you add any more work hours, you know you’ll fall behind in classes. That could lose you your tuition scholarship, and that? Is not an option. It’s too late to apply for any scholarships or additional loans, too, so.

That leaves you here. At the Tipsy Cow Cafe in Lebanon, Kansas, hoping to snag the dirt cheap apartment you found buried in the student housing forum. Even if it is an hour’s drive away from campus and your landlords are three middle-aged white men, a.k.a. the most likely demographic for serial killers.

15. The Meadow: Dean visiting the meadow where he spread Cas’s ashes after 12x23.

Dean sank into the rain-damp grass and felt the cold soak slowly through the knees of his jeans. It was both silent and loud here, in that specific, soothing way unique to nighttime in the country.

16. Belonging: Castiel’s perspective on accumulating Things, and finding places for them...and himself.

Castiel has accumulated possessions over the years. Not numerous, and mostly small. Many of them fit in the pockets of his coat. They’re deep pockets, and there are four of them. He learns to view this, too, as a possession over time. Not really a part of his vessel–his body. Something he owns, something that’s his.

In one pocket is the gift Dean made for him, label slightly smudged and faded from Castiel running his fingers over it repeatedly. It’s a reminder that Dean cares, that even when he’s angry that caring doesn’t disappear. It soothes him.

17. Imagining the Future: Dean having trouble figuring out what to do with himself when the world isn’t ending.

Dean doesn’t know what to do with his life now that Chuck’s sadistic story is over.

Getting Cas back, telling him he loved him? That’s as far as he thought. And he did those things, and he married Cas, and they went on a honeymoon, and he finally got to wiggle his toes into the sand and watch the sun play across Cas’s face and feel like everything was going to be okay from now on.

He just...didn’t think past that.

18. Communication Breakdown: Maybe the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever written. RPF, sort of (ambiguously due to The French Mistake). WIP.

Dean didn't notice anything odd at first. He woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling, but that was nothing new. He'd been out on a hunt with Sam, and they had crashed at the motel room around 2 a.m. after a day of fruitless searching. And sure, this ceiling was nicer than he remembered their motel room's being, nicer than he was used to in general. But that didn't ping anything for him, at least not right away.

What did freak him out, though, was when he tried to move and found he couldn't. His arms and legs just...weren't obeying his commands.

"What the fuck," he muttered. "Sammy!" But...no words came out of his mouth, either.

That's when he truly started to panic.

That's also about the point when the guy whose body he was stowed away in woke up.

19. dreaming in the heart of the honeyed dark: Amara character study fic

Being is...unimaginable. Indescribable. There is a beginning, which she doesn't remember, and someday there may be an end. In the space between though, there is being. And being was beautiful, for a time.

Many who have not known nothingness confuse it with Darkness, but she knows the two are not the same. She was born first, born from nothing, a shout in an otherwise quiet universe. She was alone, at first, unmoored, and it was terrible.

Then Light was born.

20. Theirs: Destiel getting-together fluff fic

What does getting what you want look like when you already had most of it?

Castiel had a lot of time to think about that, after he made the deal.

What did he want? What had he always wanted, since wanting became a thing he knew how to do?

He thinks it's this.

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amosanguis · 3 years

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i got tagged by @jensmisha for the 20 lines meme! Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

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20. “It would be,” Evie hesitates, searching for the right word, “inadvisable,” she settles on, “for you to continue on with Jacob.” damn fine day to tell the truth; Freddy/Jacob, Evie/Henry; as much as i enjoy the Freddy/Jacob dynamic, i never understood why fandom makes them so sappy (i don't begrudge it! i just don't understand it).

19. There’s this space, an Other Space, the In-Between, that Assassins have learned to inhabit – not quite a new plane of existence, but not quite the one their world exists on either, but between the two. liminality; Assassins Creed (movie); Callum/Moussa; this is me trying to explain why we get target confessions.

18. “I wish I could say it’s good to see you,” Naz says, looking at the familiar face, “but it has been one hell of a fucking day.” when i look in my window; The Night Of/Assassins Creed fusion; Freddy/Nasir; this is an incredibly niche and self-indulgent fic lmao

17. A thousand children sing, calling on the baby shark, and then a thousand more. it's the end (doo doo doo doo doo doo); Nursery Rhymes; part of the 'things that go bump' challenge - Baby Shark turns out to be prophetic.

16. “Just us, right, big guy? Us against the world?” feel it (screaming); BFU; Ryan/Shane; ex-zombies and rehabilitation and finding your place in a world that still sees you as a monster.

15. Acceptance. It’s all Barry wants— to write with blood of force; Barry; Barry/NoHo Hank; wing au where people are judged by the wings they have.

14. Croc yanks GQ in, curls around him, protects him from the worst of the blast. take my hand through the flames; Suicide Squad; Croc/GQ

13. There’s blood under Ryan’s fingernails and blood in his teeth and he makes no excuse to the posse that surrounds him, rope in hand. ballad of a law abiding sophisticate; BFU; Ryan/Shane; Demon Shane comes across Demon Hunter Ryan and "saves" him from a posse.

12. They call themselves the Olxol and they can bend space and time and, judging from the reports from Earth, they have no interest in being friends. moonlight raising from the grave; Star Trek AOS; est. and bonded Kirk/Spock; the Enterprise crew is sent back in time but scattered and the effects on Jim and Spock's bond are catastrophic.

11. Jake looks so much like his father that it breaks Trevor’s heart. like i'm looking from a distance; Pacific Rim/The Daily Show RPF; Trevor Noah/Stacker Pentecost; look, Trevor makes a lot of Idris-Elba-will-one-day-be-my-baby-daddy jokes so I took it and ran with it then sprinkled it with some angst.

10. Danny moves to Alola, landing in Hau’oli City of Melemele Island, with only Stoutland and Herdier and Emolga. got a monster for your pocket; H50; Steve/Danny; Pokemon/H50 fusion

9. Shane hates the humans who come traipsing through his woods – calling for him even as they yelp at the sound of songbirds. let's talk some foot; BFU; Ryan/Shane; Bigfoot Shane AU

8. There’s a soft and distant rumbling that wakes Ryan, then the ground shakes and the floors give out beneath him and he thinks he screams. to the end of the world if you wanted to; BFU; Ryan/Shane Highlander Immortals AU where they're separated during the 1906 San Francisco earthquake and Shane comes down with a bad case of amnesia that lasts for a hundred years.

7. They’re eleven years old on the day Boyd Crowder declares himself Raylan’s alpha and Raylan punches him in the face for it. i (i had me a boy); Justified; omegaverse Boyd/Raylan

6. Boyd’s always been the snake under Raylan’s pillow. your mouth is poison (your mouth is wine); Justified; Boyd/Raylan; metavorical imagery of Boyd swallowing Raylan every night. For reasons.

5. In times of peace, sons bury their fathers. in times of peace (in times of war); vaguely DCEU/Titans; Bruce/Clark, Clark & Batkids; they've all had to bury someone.

4. “This is not a good idea,” Clark says. all the twitters; DCU/DCEU/Titans; Bruce/Clark, Clark & Batkids; the Batfamily as seen through a series of videos shot by Tim.

3. It hurts. the light, the mark, and the chainsaw; Lucifer; just a quick drabble post-s03e13.

2. The first time they meet, he’s still going by Cain and the mark on his arm is still raw. i don't care (i love your stare); Lucifer; Lucifer/Marcus, au where this isn't Lucifer's first time to earth and he and Cain meet throughout the ages.

1. In a different life, Raylan never leaves Harlan and he dies in a cave-in at nineteen. i'm a mother now (it's really changed my perspective); Justified; omegaverse Raylan/Boyd

If you're saying I pick favorites, you're wrong, I love all my fics equally!

(bolded titles are my favorite, but my most special favorite is probably feel it (screaming) because I could've continued writing that one until it was 50k of just angsty word vomit)

As far as patterns go, well idk? I do tend to use my first lines as my summaries though. First and last lines are the most important part of a fic - or, really, any story; if those are weak, then your reader may not stick around.

um, i can't really remember who all i follow on here, so if you're an author and you're reading this then consider yourself tagged!

#author meme #tag meme #my fics

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