#first sentence prompts

[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.

[thelightsandtheroses]

first sentence...

"Can you just wait there, just a moment longer, I promise it'll be worth your time!"

“Can you just wait there, just a moment longer, I promise it’ll be worth your time!” the hideously cheerful photographer says.

“Please, Frankie, make him stop,” you whisper under your breath.

Frankie looks at your disgruntled expression, which no doubt clashes with your carefully arranged hair and dress, and bites his lip.

“Frankie, please,” you implore.

He wraps his hand tighter around your waist offering a reassuring squeeze.

“One more photo and then we’re out of here, I promise,” he whispers in a low voice, leaning in closer to you so he can whisper right into your ear.

You hope the photographer doesn’t capture your blush as you hear your now husband tell you exactly what he has planned for your evening. Maybe you can skip your reception ….

First Sentence Prompts

[the-fandom-abyss]

I have paused my queue to organise a 1k follower celebration so that I can give back to all the lovely people that have clicked the follow button, interacted with me and my fics and to those that are anonymous onlookers. You are all fantastic and I have loved every minute of it, I appreciate each and every one of you!

In saying this, I have decided to all the options I offered in the poll. This included:

- First Sentence Prompts

- Headcannons

- Match Ups

- Daily Fics

So please overwhelm my inbox, I’ll work hard for the next week to push out as much content as I can. You can request all, you can just do one, I’m happy if you’re happy!

Love you all 🥰

[daintyduck99]

OOH first sentence prompts, don't mind if i do.

Carrie is pretty sure Julie's bassist is playing some kind of mind game with her--why else would he be constantly smiling when she's around?

Carrie is pretty sure Julie's bassist is playing some kind of mind game with her—why else would he be constantly smiling when she's around?

It's somehow worse when they're performing at the same venues; he never misses a beat as his fingers fly on the strings, all confident, cocksure grins and rosy cheeks and bright green eyes that keep finding hers like a spotlight, like he has something to prove.

He's still up there, aiming that smile at her as a fine, feathered lock of hair falls into his face, and she can't stand it—she returns fire with one of her fiercest glares, but he just smiles wider when he notices, leaping from the drum platform and punctuating the way he flings his bass (and snaps his hips) with a flirty wink.

It's dizzying, the way she's suddenly too aware of her heartbeat, and maybe that's what people mean when they say they feel weak in the knees because she could collapse with the force of it, but she simply crosses her arms to hold herself together.

Fine. He's cute, but she won't fall for his game; she keeps her scowl firmly fixed in place, and if she's flushed under her makeup, well—no one needs to know.

[ghost-bxrd]

I think we as a fandom need to have more talks about ✨dramatic✨ Jason running his own AO3 blog where he posts increasingly violent and heart wrenching stories about Robin. (The second Robin. Because he’s absolutely self inserting.)

And the Batfam find out about those fic that have a startlingly detailed layout of the batcave and accurate patrol routes that they choose to investigate (by reading the fics, duh) and growing increasingly upset about how the characters are portrayed.

Especially Robin.

[justhereforsomethingnice]

Minecraft Danny

Danny had been chucked through a natural portal on accident. He lands in the middle of some meeting. Weirdly dressed people all staring at him. That’s not what he finds weird though, he is clearly in the living realm, but everyone is smoother? Rounder? So he says so.

“Why is everyone so round?” People around him exchange glances. The one at the top of the table takes the lead. Why was he wearing his underwear on top of his clothes? Danny would never know.

“What do you mean kid?” He asked cautiously but kindly. Danny blinks. He looks at his own hands. Huh, they were round too.

That’s when he thinks of something. He did promise Ellie they would play real life Minecraft somewhere sometime after all. “Like a nether eye but smooth like a line of blocks, it’s weird.” He said with a straight face.

“Are you joking right now?” Asks a man in bright red. Danny shook his head.

“No, you’re all just weird. And me too, look!” He said as he held out his hand.

“Weird how?” Asked a man in black and with ears.

“Weird like that one time I could collect my digs.” He said.

“What?” The one in red asked. His white mask eyes seemed to grow.

“Elaborate.” Tall and dark growled.

“Like this.” Danny knocked on the floor. Some ghost powers and a few tricks he picked up from the ancient of space and he hacked a square block out of the floor and got it in mini block form. “I couldn’t collect my digs, that was such a weird day.”

He was proud of the straight face he held as eyes bulged around the table.

That was the start of Danny being on the justice leagues ‘could be extremely dangerous’ list together with the ‘dimension traveler’ and ‘willing to help with their abilities’ list. He invited Ellie, naturally. The heroes from this world did not need to know that this was just one big hoax and that they were using their dimension as a playground. They were just innocent Minecraft people doing their Minecraft things.

[crownmemes]

First Meetings Sentences, Vol. 3

(Sentences for muses meeting for the first time. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"What am I supposed to call you?"

"You're following me. I don't care to be followed."

"Hey, you're that guy, aren't you?"

"I don't even know your name."

"You must not know who I am. Want to find out?"

"We don't know each other well enough for you to say something like that to me."

"You're not what I expected."

"You look like a man who could use a drink."

"You have me confused with somebody else."

"Well, that is an interesting way to say hello!"

"From your description, I expected you to be a lot taller."

"Who told you where to find me?"

"I know who you are!"

"How long have you worked here?"

"Say, why don't we carry on this delightful conversation over a cocktail?"

"I heard you were looking for me?"

"You've been following me since I arrived, haven't you?"

"Do I know you? You look so familiar."

"Do you know this city well?"

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

"Who are you? I've seen you someplace before."

"Is that seat taken?"

"Who are all these people?"

"Who the hell are you supposed to be?"

"I've heard stories about you. They can't all be true."

"I don't believe we've been formally introduced?"

"It's exciting to have someone new to talk to!"

"Don't get many visitors here, do you?"

"Can you just explain exactly what you do?"

"They told you I was crazy, didn't they?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know your name?"

"We've never met before, right?"

"What's your name anyway?"

[vellichorsdesire]

f/o who wants to be as close to you as much as possible!! who tugs you closer as a signal and nuzzles against your neck, tightening their grip around you from time to time with their hands loving to go over your skin if you’ll allow them. they break the silence eventually with a tone so affectionate it’s almost embarrassing for them, but they’re not ever ashamed of their love for you and would gladly express how much they do anytime…

[gallawitchxx]

day one • gallavich kinktober 2024

A/B/O x THE HANGED ONE

[from the M8TE universe] It’s intoxicating, the way Mickey’s slick spreads down his thighs when he’s close. Viscous, opalescent, and sweeter than honey. But it can’t hold a candle to how it drips from him now when he’s upended, feet over head, his release inching down towards his bond-bitten throat.

@gallavichthings

[emdeerm]

Prompt/Idea!

I'm searching for a job, god damnit!

So, a fresh college graduate Danny is searching for a job. He moved out of the Amity park as soon as he could, never ending up revealing himself to his parents. For a very good reason, Jazz, Sam and Tucker agree.

Anyway, he didn't manage to go into any of the space programs or fancy colleges. The first one was cut short by his health stats. Being electrocuted half to death leaves its marks apparently. Who knew. The second one was caused by his abyssamal marks. He did manage to seal the portal in his las year of Highschool but it was too late.

Sam and Tucker moved out. Tucker to the Metropolis. Jazz and Sam decided to settle down in Gotham for the time being. Danny... wasn't sure where to go yet. He got his degree in engineering and just rented an apartment in one of the small towns near the big Sister cities.

Honestly, he wasn't too sad about his life. He could visit even the deepest corners of space on his own. And he often did. Well, when Frostbite would allow to use the Infi-map and tag allong. His family was close. His life was alright.

But Ancients, why was it so hard to find a job that wasn't a MLM in disguise?! It seemed as if no matter what listing he took, it would lead to the same office, same MLM and same conditions! At least it seemed like the recuter was just as confused as he was by his continued appearance.

OR:

JL is searching for a good engeneer and some put up listings under their civilian identities. Meanwhile, JLD is searching for Phantom regarding the Anti-Ecto Acts that were recently discovered. Since the guy is a ghost they tried to summon him. Didn't work. Then they decided to add a small attraction spell to the listings from the JL.

Danny keeps finding new job offers. The conditions sound super dream like, sketchy as shit and way too good. But he has to sign an NDA before any more of what the job entails would be given.

Flash, who was put in charge of interviewing people, because he was being punished for something, is getting more and more confused and concerned for the kid

[polutrope]

For the first sentence prompt, if you'd like:

There was a scent of burning wood in the air.

Strange, for the Green-elves lit no fires and it was a hot afternoon besides. As Amras tracked the smell, a thin haze of smoke curled through the trees from its source.

Down by the stream, a figure stood over a ring of flames charring and slowly devouring a finely carved wooden chest at their centre.

"Why do you burn that?” Amras asked, recognising the stooped figure as Caranthir.

“Gifts,” his brother said, voice hoarse and spiteful, “trinkets from the East given in token of friendship by Ulfang on our first meeting.”

[sealrock]

01. steer

cw: graphics depictions of injury and death word court: 744 words

The droning blare of the car horn seeped into the darkness of his waking mind. Slowly, the boy registered intense, blooming pain throughout his body. His left eye, or what remained of it, was nothing more than an orifice for free-flowing blood, the sticky warmth caking onto his mangled, cold face.

His tongue was heavy, the taste of copper staining his teeth. A shard of glass, most likely from the windshield, flew directly at him during impact, his jerking frame landing sideways for the shard to strike him on the left side of his face, embedding itself within his young flesh. The boy could only cry out in pain the more he wiggled about, unable to free himself from this prison of metal and burning ceruleum.

It was freezing outside, the silent snowfall of the night drifting into the gaps of what was once the humble and somewhat rickety family car, a "fine piece of homemade Garlean steel," his father once quipped, meaning it was all he could afford on his meager salary. Where was he going… He couldn't remember. His nose picked up a scent of growing decay, and the boy realized he wasn't alone. In the dimly lit interior, thanks to the soft glow of blue flames from the engine, he could see silhouettes of his mother and father—their bodies frozen in place. His father, once a tall and proud man who loved to carry him atop his shoulders, lay wrapped around the steering wheel, his torso halfway through the windshield. The boy smelt the tinge of burning hair. His mother's crumpled body was stuck on the dashboard, her unbound russet locks stiff like she was.

Try as he might, the boy couldn't manage a single word that wasn't choked with pain. The right side door was busted, the lock jammed and he had not the strength to force it open. With great effort, he wriggled out of his seatbelt, not taking a moment to realize he was crawling on top of the bloodied corpse of his younger brother, the weight of his hand pressing into his pale face decorated with cuts and bruises. He looked as if he was sleeping, his dark hair tousled and spattered with blood.

His ears were ringing. His ears were bleeding. He couldn't breathe. His neck hurt. He was partially blind. He had no feeling in his legs. How long did he stay there unconscious? Why was he the only one to survive?

Falling out of the car door, the snow-covered ditch met his bruised hands first as he braced himself. Images flashed through his head then: panicked screams from his parents, the screech of the car tires as they braced for impact, the sight of the large oak tree in front of the headlights, and the explosion of glass and the sickening crunch of metal before he blacked out came rushing back to him.

On this desolate stretch of road, cloaked in darkness and blanketed in white, the boy could only stand there in shock, gripping onto his torn overcoat gifted to him by his mother as a lifeline. He caught a glimpse of his father's lacerated face, a snapshot of terror in his final moments. Eyes wide and unblinking, his jaw locked open in a perpetual scream, arms splayed atop the hood of the car. The boy couldn't look away. He wanted to. But he couldn't. Something compelled him to continue staring at the last remnants of his family, knowing that he'd never see them whole and hale again. No boy his age, just ten winters old, should witness this.

His ears picked up sounds from the main road, shuffling footsteps crunching the gravel above and the slam of car doors. Torches shone down on the wreckage, blinding his one good eye as he tried to gain his bearings. Shielding his face, he could only see outlines of bodies covered with insulated coats, the light obscuring their faces. One made his way down the ditch with little effort, and the boy could see he was a soldier. What would the military be doing out here?

Without warning, the man grabbed his arm and began leading him back to the others. Unable to form words, panicked shouts and whines fell from his mouth. He walked into the light, but it had no warmth. It wasn't gentle, it was harsh and judging. He came to fear the light since then, for all he experienced was pain.

[the-fandom-abyss]

Prompt: here

First Sentence Prompt

“How will I explain this to the others?” Melissa chastised herself for leaning in, for brushing her lips against yours. She swore that she wouldn’t, that she couldn’t and yet, she moved closer. She was spiralling with thoughts of her fellow teachers, how they would react to the news.

“You say, that you slipped and fell?”

“Be serious!” Melissa paced her living room, panicked that Jacob would be home any minute. She didn’t intend to bring you to her home, or to become quite intimate with you. She clearly didn’t think it through and now she had to deal with what will come next. “How will I explain that I brought home the temp? That I’m thrice their age and that I should have known better”

“The temp? Like I’m some stray you found on the street?” Melissa halted, her head slowly turned to you. She was thinking out loud, she never gave a thought to how you would feel, how you would want to proceed.

“No, that’s not what I meant. People may think that I used my power over you or worse, took advantage” she nibbled on her lip in worry, her fingers playing with the jewellery on her hands.

“I don’t think that and isn’t that all that matters? I like you Melissa and I would like to pursue this, I don’t care what others think” her heart thawed at your words and the confidence behind them. She just needed to get out of her head.

[adrift-in-thyme]

I have three words for you if you'd like them. 'First', 'Rain' and 'Light'

First

“Does anyone else know about your wings?” Hyrule asks one day when he and Time have wandered from the group to help search for mushrooms for tonight’s dinner.

A soft smile tugs at the hero’s lips and he tilts his face downward, shielded from a sky brightened by the dusk’s first blush, golden hair falling into his face as he bends to scoop a vibrant emerald blossom of fungus.

“Warriors does,” he murmurs, words mingling softly with the gentle whispers of a calm breeze “— that is, if he remembers still — he was the first to find out.”

Rain

When the sky begins to sob, First can no longer restrain himself; he stretches his arms upward, palms open to the sky, face turned to meet the barrage of translucent droplets.

They batter his eyes, run off of his hair, run into his mouth, soak into his clothing and hat, and he laughs, joyful and vibrant and free, because, firm as their touch may be, it feels like an embrace.

He spins around and laughs again, and they sing along with him, drops pouring in exultant torrents, coating him in the moist, earthy scent of newness and life.

Light

Sky blinks open his eyes wearily, glaring into morning’s first light, then snuggles deeper into the cocoon of his blankets, unwilling to allow the terrible flow of time to reign triumphant just yet.

“Come on, Sky.” Wind is atop him now, climbing his bundled form as though it is a small hill. “We’re gonna go fishing today and it’s gonna be awesome! Get up, get up, get up!”

With a terrific groan, Sky rolls over, successfully toppling the sailor, who somersaults with an offended squeak that breaks the Skyloftian’s resolve and brings his lips up on a teasing smirk.

[li11ne]

AL PACINO SENTENCE STARTERS

films: dog day afternoon, cruising, the panic in needle park, scarface.

(lines inspired by the films mentioned. various themes. feel free to change. tag me if u use, want to read!!)

"You know what you are?" "What am i?" "You're my girl/boy"

"Its hurts?" "Its hurts."

"Tell him this is the last time. The last time"

"She/him likes me." "Yeah? Likes you? How do you know?"

"Can't you see what we're becoming? We are losers, dear."

"Who, why, when and how i fuck is none of your bussines."

"We have the world, this is everything we wanted ." "My world is you."

"I thought you wouldn't come back." "I couldn't stay."

"Im just trying to be friendly." "I have enough friends, don't need another one."

"Who do i trust? Me!"

"Did you have a plan or what?"

"All i have in this world is my balls and my word. And i don't break'em for no one."

"Kiss me." "What?" "Kiss me. When im being fucked, i like to get kissed a lot."

"I always tell the truth. Even when i lie."

"Im a catholic. I dont want to hurt anybody."

"... whom i love more than any man/woman has loved another man/woman in all eternity."

"im dying. You know that?"

"the world is yours."

"Drop your pants. Let me see the world."

[nemaliwrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Félix Fathom & Amélie Graham de Vanily Characters: Félix Fathom, Amélie Graham de Vanily, Colt Fathom Additional Tags: POV Second Person, Writing Exercise, Quintuple Drabble, Experimental Style, Implied/Referenced Abuse, POV Félix Fathom, Pre-Canon, Bad Parent Colt Fathom, Sentimonster Félix Fathom Summary:

Open your eyes. Breathe. Remember that you are alive.

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so @torvalvt recommended me The 3AM Epiphany the other day, which is a book full of ‘uncommon’ writing exercises, and i decided to give it a try! 1 out of like...200 done 💪🏽