#first lines challenge

[newrochellechallenger2019]

line cook!art who makes you hold his cigarette while he's fucking you because it's 'easier'... hmmm........ hm....................

ava i could kiss you right now...thank you...

a ticket.

"your place or mine?" scrawled on the back of table 49's order in his familiar handwriting. you'd been wondering when this 'invitation' would appear, ever since you'd caught art's eye as he leaned on the doorframe of the kitchen, his arm muscles flexed. you'd heard the rumours, the warnings from other servers when you'd started, "don't ever sleep with the line cooks!" "are you crazy? it'll fuck up the whole job!" but art was different from the other line cooks, he wasn't some constantly hungover teenager or the 50yr old man who you were 99% sure sold drugs on the side. so, you started rolling up your skirts just a little higher, leaning over the counter just enough that your boobs pushed up in the right way and it worked. art noticed, and he reciprocated, leaving you leftover fries or hashbrowns on the side of the kitchen, for which you were incredibly grateful.

"yours" you scribble back hastily with a smile on your face, walking back to the kitchen, making some excuse about forgotten items on the ticket to the other servers eyeing you suspiciously as you pass by, handing the order back to art, who just offers a small, innocuous nod in response.

art's waiting for you when you clock out, leaning against a car that must be older than either of you, arms folded across his chest in a way that makes the muscles bulge yet again and you fight the urge to giggle like a schoolgirl at the sight. your eyes drift back to the car to distract yourself, noting the dented wing mirror and scratched doors.

'grandma's.' he offers as a curt response to his old car before you even open your mouth to ask.

you nod awkwardly, 'how is she?' you say out of bumbling politeness.

'she died.' he shrugs, though you note the flicker of grief in his eyes when he says it.

'i'm sorry.' you mumble sympathetically, holding his gentle gaze.

art looks away from you at that, running his hand through his unkempt hair and opening the passenger door. you take the hint and scurry over, slipping into the seat and he winks at you as he shuts the door, back to the art you knew.

he walked round and got in the driver's seat, the car spluttered to life and he put his arm round your headrest to see if he could pull out safely and you blush, unbeknownst to you he spots the pink dusting your cheeks and smirks.

the journey to his place is fairly silent and outside your window the bustling city centre is slowly fading into downtown, the streets getting quieter and more deprived. art's humming beside you, tapping his calloused fingers against the steering wheel in tune to some rock band cd you don't know.

pulling into a backstreet, an apartment building slowly comes into view as art parks deftly, car creaking slightly as he does. he gets out the car and comes round to open your door, and you step out, his arm going round your waist protectively as he ushers you into the building.

'elevator broke weeks ago' he mutters, shaking his head in disappointment as you glance at the taped up silver doors and back at the steep staircase. art seemed to realise your fear and nudged you playfully, 'don't worry baby, i'm only on the first floor.'

baby. that pet name sent shivers down you spine and you struggled to keep your composure as you nodded in acknowledgement before the two of you climbed the stairs, his arm encircling your waist even tighter.

'welcome...' art grins as he turns his jangling keys in the lock, '...to Casa Donaldson' he jokes, stepping inside the apartment with his arms outstretched.

it was crappy, no other way to describe it. a dimly lit studio apartment with a few standard kitchen counters on your left, a minuscule bathroom to your right and just beyond the kitchen island is his bed, the bed. you're surprised it even has a bedframe based on how bare the rest of the place is.

art steps back towards you, cutting the impromptu judgemental tour in your head short. he's taller but not by much, just enough for him to tilt your chin to face him, a flirtatious smirk on his face as he looks you up and down. 'now...where were we?' he leans down, blue-green eyes closing as he press his lips to your supple ones.

you gasp into the kiss, melting into the feeling as he pulls you closer, your bodies moulding into one. at some point the kisses grow hungry, tongues colliding between parted mouths, and your back hits the door as art cages you in. 'you're so hot baby' he murmurs between hot kisses, fingers unbuttoning your white work blouse. 'c'mon doll show me those pretty tits of yours' he growls against your neck, his hands snaking down to your bra and pushing your chest up and you whine. 'you like showing these off huh? tryna get my attention that badly?' he taunts as he unclips your bra, 'mmph...yes...' you pant, your hands roaming all over his body desperately.

'well...you've got it' he grunts, his hands slipping under your thighs and lifting you so you have no choice but to wrap your legs around his waist, feeling the bulge in his trousers start to grow. he drops you unceremoniously on the bed, lifting your hips to slide your work skirt off and reveal your lacy panties. 'wearing these for me too?' he teases with a devilish smirk, finger slowly running up the fabric and you squirm, 'art-'. wordlessly, he slides the panties off your legs and tosses them onto the wooden floors of his apartment, his own trousers and boxers following suit. he leans back down and captures your lips in a ravenous sloppy kiss, before pulling away. 'c'mere doll' he says, crooking a finger and you sit up, surprised. 'here.' he repeats, patting his lap, his cock standing to attention.

you shuffle over towards his lap under his watchful eye, and he grips your hips, lifting you onto his cock. you feel the tip start to penetrate you and you squeak, 'that's it...' he purrs encouragingly as you sick down on his cock. it's big and you can feel it stretching your walls and you moan, 'ngh- oh-' until you bottom out and art groans, throwing his head back, 'fuck...yep...good girl...' he says through gritted teeth. your brain short circuits at 'good girl' but you remember something about coconut so you slowly start to move on his lap and art's breath comes in short pants, hands gripping your hips so hard you know they'll be marks left there tomorrow.

however, it doesn't take long before art starts to get bored, your movements not creating any stimulation for him. he reaches down and grabs a cigarette from the jacket crumpled on the floor beside the bed and you still, 'did i-?' 'one sec baby' he interrupts you, thumb flicking at a lighter as the cigarette catches flame, he takes a long drag and breathes out a plume of smoke whilst you stare at him in shock. 'could you hold this for me doll?' he smirks, slipping the cigarette between your teeth and you cough in surprise, smoke spluttering from your mouth. 'thank you' he pats your cheek mockingly before his hands return to your hips, 'now...baby...may i help? he croons and you nod dumbly.

art starts to lift his hips up into you and you gasp, his tip hitting your gspot roughly, 'mm-ngh-' comes art's moans as you flop around like a ragdoll in his lap as he repeatedly rams into that spot that makes you see stars from below. 'oh! oh!' you shriek, as art leans in and takes the cigarette from your mouth with his own, inhaling smoke with pleasure. you clench around him and he moans, 'oh baby-hughh- that's- yeah-' as he feels himself nearing release. his lifting hips become more erratic as he continues to pump into you, 'i'm- uh- fuck- i'm gonna-' is all he can manage before he's shooting his load into your tight pussy and you gasp, eyes wide as you feel his seed fill you and that action is enough to cause you to clench around him, 'art please- please-' you burble as you cum on his cock, draining ever last drop from him as your juices swirl with his own. you rest your head on his shoulder as you come down from the high, both of you panting in unision. 'please tell me you're on birth control' he pants and you nod meekly, 'oh thank god' he murmurs, slowly helping you off his cock and into the bathroom, seeing your own slick coating your thighs and smirking with pride.

you're awoken the next morning by an empty space beside you and the sound of cooking. you open one bleary eye and see art stood at the kitchen island. he winks at you 'and here i thought i'd killed you with my mega cock' he laughs and you groan, turning your face away and hiding in the sheets in shame. there's a creak as he sits down on the bed beside you and holds out a plate, 'grilled cheese?'.

tags: @blastzachilles @s0ftcobra @femme-lusts @glennussy @cha11engers @stanart4clearskin

[doctorsiren]

I loved your headcannons about inukawa, reigen and reigens sister and I would really like to see what you think would happen if mob and reigens sister met and I was wondering if you could possibly draw them :D

hello yes I accidentally made a comic after seeing this ask yesterday 😁 bro psychoanalyzed her 😨

[soosmain]

Sometimes i feel a tad awkward for obsessing over such a small facet of the warhammer universe (that being the pantheon of primarchs).

Then i think to myself: its not like i dont enjoy other things as well, i adore learning about Yarrick, Ciaphas Cain, Trazyn, Titus' storyline. The highlights of the books i read are always of the human perspective (Avajis kautenya and Tieron come to mind, what an absolute treat they were!)

I also remind myself that its absurd to doubt the validity of my interests, simply because i focus on a niche among hundreds within this huge, ever expanding, four decades old, multi-media franchise.

And besides, the primarchs had a series of 60+ books dedicated to them with consequences that still echo in the modern setting, i feel like they deserve to be fawned over like the fascist boyband they truly are!

[backpackingspace]

Okay so with the line "the olive tree where we first met" we have two equal hilarious options.

When penelope was sassily like oh I'll marry you if you make a living bed out of this tree right here! Cue penelope stumbling over odysseus very very carefully digging up the tree "because how else is he going to get it to itacha we can't have a wedding bed out in the open in sparta duh"

Or

2. Penelope, knowing that Helen's suitors would soon be arriving to take over her home for a while. Snuck out and went on her own wacky shenanigan filled journey where she scoped out all the major players. Odysseus caught her spying in an olive tree. And when she got back she told Helen she had dibs on the cutie from itacha.

[sonlc]

willow weep for me w/ silver? :)

this one was a little challenging at first but im really happy with the result!! thank u for the ask! <3 (also, she/her for my silver please!)

color palette here!

[catacropolis]

Vil outfit design inspired by high fashion and chapter 5 Overblot design

Vil’s Overblot design reminds me a lot of a nuns habit so I wanted to bring in some recognizable themes such as candles, rosaries , gold detailing and such . For the face droplet mascara and tears meant to mirror crying Mary statues and such .

All this to say I wanted to design something based on these elements and while also being distinctly connected to vil.

I think it’s really interesting that Vil’s Overblot design is so reminiscent of nuns . The juxtaposition of vil who in the spotlight who is well known for his beauty , believing himself to be ugly , is dressed in what is considered to be “modest “ clothing covering himself from view .

Vil is an extremely interesting character coupled with his ob design being my favorite i love this part of his design .

It’s been a while since I’ve drawn vil and I missed it

[merlyn-bane]

WIP Tag Game Fill

I was tagged for some Sunday sentences by @lttrsfrmlnrrgby and a Last Line Challenge by @bluemaskedkarma, so y'all can have,,,,many sentences lmao. These are from my @codywanfirstkissbingo fill for the making out square, also known as the omegaverse wedding fic 😌😌

"Dude, are you checking fucking rugby scores on your phone right now?" Rex hisses under his breath, quietly enough not to draw attention to themselves. Cody glances sidelong at his brother and shrugs, unashamed. This wedding has been dull as shit so far, and they'd only had to attend the reception. The speeches had all been incredibly scripted and unremarkable, without even any real teasing or embarrassing anecdotes for entertainment (and Cody can hazard a few guesses why, considering the stern-looking old man that seems to be lording over the whole event and stared down anyone that happened to be holding the microphone at any given moment), and the food is…well. Cody's sure it was expensive. Their family takes up most of one table just by themselves, thankfully—he can't even imagine the sort of mind-numbing bullshit most of the guests here are willing to talk about—but even his brothers aren't enough to change the fact that he feels like he's watching paint dry. Especially when they've all been threatened into "good behavior". "If I get any more bored," he mutters back, "I might actually let Buir set me up with an alpha just for something to do." Rex scowls, his entire face screwing up with disgust. "Gross, man," he grumbles. He peers over at Cody's phone where Cody's holding it half-hidden under the table. "Who's winning?"

Hang in there Cody, don't worry, this wedding is about to get a whole lot more interesting and a whole lot more fun for you 😏😏

No pressure tags (for either Sunday sentences or last lines, whichever you wanna do) to @happybean17, @loverboy-havocboy, @snowywinterevenings, @raphaerolo, and @smoosey <3

[raphaerolo]

Last line challenge

I got tagged by @bluemaskedkarma and reverse uno'd by @merlyn-bane (btw reverse uno tag back to you) and i havent been actually writing or drawing all that much lately because i've had really weird work hours but huzzah today's my day off and i get to draw

This one comes from my cwfkb

My last line was the orange specks to indicate crocs for future me's reference. Because the crocs are important to remember.

I truly dont know who's been tagged in this frenzied round of a last line challenge - but uhh tagging @cozy-fish-crow @pisscord @lightasthesun @meebles @aerrowx and anyone else who wants to play

[kymera219]

FIRST LINE GAME

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway

I was tagged by @recluserat, thank you lovely!

1.) Where the Flowers Lay(The Memories Remain)

"Hey Peter?"

"Hmm?"

"How come your eyes are blue?"

2.) Canines and Confectioneries

Hey guys I'm ba-OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Derek looked between Stiles and the box of chocolates he and Peter were sharing with utter confusion.

"Uhm....eating?"

3.) The Best Part for Me (Is Laying Next to You)

Stiles Stilinski had an unusual habit.

Whenever he'd fall asleep(aka crashing after a week long research binge), he somehow ended up draped across one of the other pack members . At some point, he'd cuddled pretty much everyone in the group.

Everyone except Derek.

4.) Contact Chaos

Deucalion was looking over the latest edition to his book collection (one of many his mates had gifted him with since his sight was restored) when his phone rang. He answered it without looking up from the tome, and was rather surprised to hear a total stranger on the other end.

"Deucalion Blackwood?"

"Speaking."

"Listen up, because I'm only going to say this once. We have your son, and if you ever expect to get him back alive, you'll do exactly as I say."

5.) New Year's Resolution Solution

What are you doing?"

"Oh nothing," Peter mused as he continued to mess with things on Stiles's desk, "just updating this quite frankly abysmal resolutions list you have here."

Stiles snatched the paper out of his hand, and rolled his eyes at the fact that what he'd written down had either been scratched out or heavily edited.

"Peter, does this say commit MORE crime?!"

6.) A Familial Present

Here."

Peter stared at the crudely wrapped box in his hands with a feeling of confusion, a feeling that increased when he saw who gave it to him.

When Stiles told him that he'd invited Malia to their house for Christmas, he hadn't expected anything to come of it.

Granted, he and his daughter had gotten a lot closer recently, especially after he regained the Alpha status and she joined his pack. Still, he never thought she'd actually respond to the invitation, let alone bring a gift for him.

Yet here she was, standing before him, giving off a scent of nervousness so strong that it overpowered everything else.

7.) My Furry Little Friend

Stiles Stilinski was not someone who kept pets.

Sure, he'd had that boa constrictor when he was younger, but that was it. Most of the time, the guy could barely keep himself alive, let alone an animal.

So color Scott surprised when Deaton sent him to Stiles's address with a large order of pet supplies. Thinking it had to be a mistake, he set everything on the porch before opening the door and going inside.

"Hey, Stiles? You here? Deaton sent me over with a weird order in your name, and I wanted to...HOLY SHIT!"

8.) Christmas Clause-tastrophy

"Let Stiles drink the spiked eggnog you said....it'll be fun you said....."

"How was I supposed to know he'd be such a lightweight, Peter!"

"Well maybe if you had bothered to find out before letting him go through half the punch bowl, we wouldn't be in this mess!"

9.) I'll Always Choose You

The last thing Peter expected when he entered his apartment and flipped on the lights was to find someone already inside. He bristled in alarm for a brief moment, then immediately calmed when he realized the person sitting on his couch was his Mate.

"Stiles," Peter said as he set his keys on the side table and closed the door," not that I'm not happy to see you, sweetheart, but why were you sitting in the dark?"

Stiles looked up from where he'd been staring at the floor, and Peter could tell from the red-rimmed, puffy eyes that he'd been crying. The wolf inside him raged, and he had to fight the urge to immediately go and rip apart whoever put that look on his boy's face.

10.) Spooks, Kooks, and Werewolves Oh My

"Why are we here again?"

"Did you seriously just ask why we're on our honeymoon? Cause that just makes me question your first marriage even more than usual."

Tagging @jadezdominion @jagged1 @kimmycup @deliciousblizzardshark @infiniteeight8 @clareguilty

[wigglebox]

Suptober - Day 1 || Liminal [x]

[arminaa8]

First line game ✍️

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics.

I was tagged by @thecouchsofa, who did first lines of posted and unposted works, which was brilliant so I'm going to do the same!

Untitled divorce/getting back together fic:

A warm, calloused hand drifts down Draco’s back, awakening him from a deep sleep. Annoying. They’re usually gone by the time Draco wakes up.

The (Chaotic) Courting of Harry James Potter

He stops short at the spoon.  “Hey, Nic?” Harry calls, walking right back out of his office. “Why’s there a spoon on my desk?”

I'll keep you (safe and sound)

Over time, Harry’s come to fear Patronuses—they rarely bring good news.

Never Getting Over You

For once, Harry knows bloody well what Draco’s up to.

Untitled (honestly can't remember where I was even going with this one):

The assignment was straightforward. Infiltrate a dangerous, dark organization with dangerous, dark ideas about sentient, non-human magical creatures. Gather intelligence on their members, their movements, their plans. Exit quietly and report back. Harry learned Malfoy was in the inner circle a week in.

Shag, Interrupted

Attempt 1 Random Stakeout in Some Abandoned Building December 23 22:00 “I don’t know! It never happened for me, alright? Can you let it go?”

Temporary

It’s a Tuesday, the night Draco’s world collapses. And it’s Harry who tells him.

Again, Again:

It shouldn’t work between them. And for the most part, it doesn’t.

Spin Me Right Round

“Booooo,” Ron says, lifting his arms to give Harry two thumbs down.

ManDraco

Draco thought perhaps Harry was having him on when he’d explained how Muggle children celebrate Halloween. He’d laughed and thought no more about it.

Tagging @the-forbidden-forest @tessacrowley @its-the-allure @dodgerkedavra @lettersbyelise @hoko-onchi-writes @tackytigerfic @starquestingfordrarry @cailynwrites, and of course anyone else who sees this and would like to give it a go!

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

evil art style challenge, part 2! Part 1

[erin-orolin]

First line tag game

Thanks @lemonlimelea for the tag (read their great first lines here). Here’s the first lines from my last 10 fics. A mix of all sorts of ships!

Sanctuar (Charlie/Draco, 12k)

If Charlie were any other Weasley, the first thing he would’ve done when Draco Malfoy stepped foot in Romania would’ve been to punch him right in the pointy face.

One More Round (Harry/Draco, 14k)

Draco is serving behind the bar, pint of the week’s featured ale half-poured, when Harry Potter appears in the flesh for the first time in three years.

Tongue-Tied (Ron/Pansy, 3k)

Pansy is quiet when they meet again, six years after a war that tore them all apart.

Save The Date (Harry/Pansy, 13k)

Pansy’s day started badly from the moment she woke up, bleary-eyed and late for work.

In Your Dreams (Draco/Hermione, 7k)

There were a multitude of ways that Draco Malfoy was responsible for fraying Hermione Granger’s last nerve.

Victory (Oliver/Marcus, 4k)

The final time it happens, Gryffindor have just been announced as the winners of the Quidditch Cup, and the air is reverberating with the sound of three quarters of the student population cheering and stamping their feet.

Invincible (Harry/Theo, 4k)

The first time Harry Potter notices Theodore Nott it is Christmas Eve.

Five Days of Distraction (Harry/Draco, 7k)

On Monday, it’s Draco’s silver ring that snags Harry’s attention.

Present Tense (Tom/Hermione, 10k)

Hermione Granger is working in her office late one summer evening when the earth shifts tentatively on its axis and everything changes.

Beds, Knobs & Broomsticks (Oliver/Blaise, 20k)

Oliver Wood was someone whose life had been diligently planned out from the age of seven, when his Grandpa David strung a violet and gold scarf around his neck, took his mittened hand in his weathered palm, and apparated him to his first quidditch match.

Not sure who has done it yet but tagging anyone else who wants to do this! Rules are post the first line from the last 10 of your fics (or all your fics if you’ve written less) @thetacowrites @zeebee3 @youhavemyswordandmybow @sweet-s0rr0w @faiell @mourningliliesmorningglories @chiquita-3

[m00neroni]

first line of my fics!

thank you dear @rae-lune for the tag!!! I had much funsies going through them for this!!! <3 (I haven't included my two microfics tho)

Coparenting With Benefits - omegaverse; friends with benefits to lovers with surprise pregnancy wolfstar

"It all started with a deal."

It's Kind Of Obvious - non-Voldemort and non-Prank au, teen wolfstar getting together during Valentine's Day

"Sirius isn’t a jealous person."

Defying Blood: The Untold Story of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. - first wizarding war canon divergence with werewolf mates wolfstar and Lord Remus

"For those who don’t have the honour (or the misfortune) of having met Lord Remus and Lord Sirius Black-Lupin outside of their inner and secluded circle of friends and family, this couple of war heroes might come as unusual and, on occasion, rather eccentric."

Stay Wild, Moon Child - canon divergence wolfstar with cryptic pregnancy (lots of grief but also lots of fluff)

"Sirius is surprised the last few Moons have gone so well. It is widely known (by him and his husband and maybe Poppy) that winter Fulls are always more difficult on both the wolf and Remus."

Frustrating. Intoxicated. Complicated. - canon divergence exes to lovers wolfstar during Valentine's Day

"He should have said no. He should have cancelled and just postponed the whole thing for another day."

It's Beginning To Look Like Love - fake dating and fake family wolfstar during Christmas

"Walburga Black's favourite thing to say about her firstborn and heir to the family's fortune is that, one day, he will end up in prison."

Work Call - pwp one-shot with bottom gentle dom Remus and reluctant top sub Sirius

"“Please, Remus, just let me–” Sirius’ voice dies in his throat as the other man finishes tying the last knot, connecting his left ankle with the post, and tugs to confirm its consistency, eliciting a groan from the middle of his chest. “Oh, my–”"

"welcome home, baby (we wish your parents had told us you were coming)" - silly texting fic with wolfstar going to the adoption centre

"Mrs Pomfrey (9.15)

Hello, Mr Lupin-Black!"

March 10th - canon divergence; neurodivergent remus centric through five of his birthdays

"Remus was vibrating with anticipation, letting his little body swing between his parents, who grabbed his hands while they walked down the main street of their small Welsh town."

np tagging @wannabelilybriscoe @wylanlupin @moonysentropia @waltzreprise and @brinkworth <3

[anxiousotters]

First Line/ Last Line Challenge

rules: In a new post, show off the first and/or last line you've written/drawn today.

tagged by @insertmeaningfulusername @tapemonkey21 thank you both!!

I'm hoping to finish this fic up this week (two scenes to go!!) so have my first

A stray piece of hair falls across his brow, but Obi-Wan doesn’t seem to notice— too busy wrapping another haashun dumpling and worrying his bottom lip between his teeth in concentration.

and last line

The light is blue, then red, and then the creeping darkness at the edges of his vision swallows Cody up completely.

tagging: @snowywinterevenings @raphaerolo @ferretrade @merlyn-bane @lttrsfrmlnrrgby

[curator-on-ao3]

First Line Challenge

Big thanks to @northstarfan for tagging me in the first line challenge! ❤️

So, um, tiny detail, but I don’t know the rules of the first line challenge. Therefore, I’ll make my own rules to choose a story at random and share the first few lines:

The siren always seems to sound just before daybreak.

Maybe because that’s when particulates in the planet’s atmosphere coalesce. At least in autumn, and it’s been autumn for almost three weeks — five weeks to go — which means the piercing whine yanks Una out of sleep, bedsheets thrown aside, her feet landing on the wood-plank floor before her eyes even open.

“Go. I’m right behind you.” Seven is slower, ocular implant glitches worse when her rest is interrupted like this, human biology nourished by sleep but xB technology still hungry for a regeneration alcove.

Even after all these years.

That’s from The Melody of You (and Me), a T-rated Una Chin-Riley x Seven of Nine one-shot.

Tagging without pressure (or knowledge of the actual rules of the game) — @starrybouquet, @deadheaddaisy, @elephant-in-the-pride-parade, @cnroth, @theredheadedcaptain, @fiadorable, @enterprise-come-in, @emilie786, @pc-corner, @grissomesque, @procrastinatorproject, @regionalpancake, @lorcaswhisky, @caladeniablue, @cicaklah, @divinemissem13, @coffee-in-that-nebula and anyone else who wants to play.