#five line tag

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5 Lines Tag!

Thank you, @leahpardo-pa-potato, for the tag!

My sentences are: A line about justice, a line about hatred, a line you were proud of, a line about balance, a wildcard line (anything you wanna share ;))

A LINE ABOUT JUSTICE - from The Corpse and the Killer

Tim could still see the moment Batman had found Robin’s broken body in the ruins of the orphanage.  While it had been Batman’s only open moment of weakness, it had been the moment that Tim Drake’s doubts had vanished.  He would become the next Robin, and when he bore the red, black, and gold mantle, he would avenge Jason Todd by bringing the Joker to justice. The Joker was dead now, the ultimate and most permanent justice.  The justice Jason had wanted for him. So why did Tim feel like he’d failed yet again?

A LINE ABOUT HATRED - from From Matcha to Murder

He jerked his hand back like he’d been bitten.  “Ugh.  Keep it.  I can't sell a cursed item.”  He wiped his hand on his tunic despite having not touched the crystal ball.  “Though if you ask me, your arrival was the real curse.  This sort of thing never happened in Lochmallow until you showed up.  Sheriff Kain should have run you out of town the moment you arrived.” As he stormed into the forest, Amara couldn't resist calling after him, “If I get run out of town, my brother gets run out with me!”  His loud cursing reached her for nearly a full minute.

A LINE I'M PROUD OF - from Unnamed Smut Piece (shield your eyes)

I obey, staring at my flushed reflection in the interrogation mirror.  How many cops are watching me right now?  How many substandard cocks are on the other side of that mirror, being stroked by hands that don’t matter?

A LINE ABOUT BALANCE - from an unnamed role play :3

With a shout, she charged forward and feinted an attack at his face.  In the same smooth motion, she dodged to the side and swept the ‘spear’ at his ankles, intending to knock him off his feet.  She wasn’t very tall.  This was her best chance at giving herself the high ground.  He could still fight from down there, but he’d be at a severe disadvantage.  As long as he didn’t go for her ankles and completely cripple her, however, she’d be able to capture him from there. This was going well!  She was doing well!

A WILDCARD LINE - from From Carnival to Chamomile

Hendryk pretended to think, gnawing on his thumbnail with a troubled expression. "It is the finest place we've seen today... I'm quite partial to it. Amara, dear, do you agree to those terms? I think they're quite fair." Amara shuddered one last time. "If you think it's fair, Henny, then I'll trust you. Ugh, hopefully those awful mice are gone when we're ready to move in. How dreadful that was, and what unfortunate timing!" "Aye," agreed Rose with a dark expression and a darker tone, "that it was."

TAGGING @falconfate - @willtheweaver - @captain-kraken - @drchenquill - open tag!

Your sentences are: A line about joy - a line about patience - a line about selflessness - a line about cleanliness - a wildcard line!

[afoolandathief]

Five line tag

Thank you @winterandwords for the tag!

Tagging, if you'd like, @aalinaaaaaa, @revenantlore, @writing-is-a-martial-art, and @bardicbeetle. In your version, replace "a line about a weapon" with "a line about a discovery," then change one line for the people you tag and pass it on.

TWs for guns, language, blood, and some references to gore and cannibalism:

1. A line about a weapon (Something Wicked)

The man stood up, his eyes darting towards the gun in Caz’s hand. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m not going to shoot you,” Caz said, tossing the gun onto the bed. He removed his jacket, folding it meticulously and setting it down. He rolled his sleeves up next, then tucked the tassels of the bolo tie in his collar. “Jesus Christ, that took forever,” he said, stretching his arms. He eyed the man and grinned, his nostrils flared. “I’m fucking starving.”

2. A passionate line (Something Wicked)

And then the impossible happened. Long, black nails on her right hand scraped against his cheek. Calluses on her left hand beneath short, purple nails rested on his jawline. Several ideas of why someone would keep their nails like that ran through Caz’s head before he centered himself. “Jade,” he said softly, her fingers shifting along his skin as he spoke. The moonlight glinted against the metal ring in her lip — stinging, poisonous silver. Her eyes were bloodshot, her pupils dilated, but they fixed on him as though she were seeing who he really was for the first time. It was terrifying.

3. A line with taste (The Friendly Visitors)

Slaughter Olsen was one big, stupid bastard, but Leech had to credit him with two things. The first was his liver had a nice, earthy flavor Leech wasn’t going to forget for some time. The second was he knew how to stock his hideaway.

4. A line that is shouted (The Friendly Visitors)

Leech gripped Buzz’s shirt collar. Scarlet blood was spattered across it. Benji stepped closer to him. He removed his hat and cocked his head. “I think what my wife is saying,” he said softly. “Is she’ll happily heal Buzz. All she asks for is a thank you.” Leech yanked his hair hard enough to rip away strands from his head. He dragged his claws down his face, leaving faint blue scratches, and slammed his fist into the ground. “Cachu!” he screamed. “Fuck you! Fuck you and your goddamned fucking piece-of-shit mothers to hell and back! Twll dy din yr hen gont blewog!”

5. A sad line (Those Horrid, Horrid Things)

“Tyr,” Fenrir choked. “Tyr!” But a plea for forgiveness from a wolf’s mouth sounded like a guttural cry of anger. The others were circling Fenrir, their fear dissipating as he struggled under Gleipnir. Tyr was holding his arm. Fenrir didn’t see his hand.

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Find Five Lines Tag

I was tagged by @randomfoggytiger! Sorry this took me so long. I had to work my way through my current WIP graveyard. It's so full right now. ☹️

Rules: find any lines in your WIP that fit each parameter given by the person who tagged you. Then change one of the parameters and tag five or more people. Can be lines from multiple WIPs. If you can't find a line that fits, feel free to change the prompt.

My lines: a line about family, a passionate line, a line expressing relief, a line that screamed, a funny line

Your lines: a line about purpose, a passionate line, a line expressing relief, a line that screamed, a funny line

Okay, here goes nothing.

Family line: It was creeping toward midnight, and other than the sound of the occasional subway train passing far overhead, all was quiet. The two men sat at one of the smaller tables in the study, father and son, a chessboard between them. It was Father’s move, but he was more concerned with the subject at hand than his king currently in danger of being captured. (BATB WIP)

Passionate line: He has the insane notion to ask Maggie Scully for permission to marry her daughter. If he’s Scully’s husband, maybe he can call the shots. Maybe he can guarantee her more time.

He is falling, falling, falling, and there is no bottom, no end point. The black hole surrounding him has jagged walls that are slick with blood from earlier battles, and he can’t grasp onto anything with enough friction to slow him down. (TXF WIP)

A line expressing relief: She watched as the pupil immediately contracted into a tiny black orb. Thumbed his right eye open and got the same results. And then straightened and let out a slow, grateful breath. Part of her reaction was relief, sure; but part of it was also a bone-deep sense of wonder. (BATB WIP)

Screamed line: A car, windows wide open, ambles slowly down the street in front of his building, blasting an old rock ballad at an ear-splitting decibel, aimed directly at where they're lounging on his bed. I wanna know what love is. I want you to show me. (TXF WIP)

Funny line: “Mulder, sometimes I think you come up with these bizarre theories you take such delight in expounding upon,” the right eyebrow lifts, right on time, “simply because you like the sound of your own voice.”

He chuckles and reach for the hand not tucked beneath her cheek and loosely shakes it. “Nice to meet you, Pot. You can call me Kettle.” (TXF WIP)

Okay, so five out of five are more than one line. Sue me for not being succinct. I double-dog dare ya.

I'm tagging @nobodysuspectsthebutterfly @storybycorey @settle-down-frohike @baronessblixen @randomfoggytiger

Only play if you want to!

[chiropteracupola]

c. 1540 CE: a young man from Chalco, and his dragon.

[bluescreenoflife293]

I just think it'd be nifty if they were friends

[bigcatbulges]

Source - Highpups

(Artist's Patreon)

[foolsocracy]

being crazy again

[justaflyintooka]

First line challenge!

Rules: post the first line of your WIP, the first line you worked on today, or any other “first line!”

Thank you for the tag @babyscilence! <3

This is from an AU, post chip-arc, where the Daughter takes the fate of the galaxy in her own hands and gives Fives a second chance by bringing him back -- only he's now a cadet on Kamino, about to face graduation. What could go wrong? a lot :)

I've got a lot of ideas for this one, so probably I'll rant about it in the future but for now here's the first few pharagraphs :)

The last thing he sees is Rex's face, the teardrop spilling down his cheek and then darkness consumes everything. Fives presses his eyes shut and lets it take over him. I'm sorry Rex. He doesn't feel his limbs, like he's floating. It's alnost...comforting. Sort of. He creaks his eyes open and they widen in surprise as the stars appear. One by one. White and blue, bright and faint. Thousands of them.

Also if it sounds a bit weird, I always write in my first language and kind of just hastily translated this :))

NPTs: I really don't know if you guys did this already, but if you'd like to join: @bladelei, @aknightreaderr

[leajoyrambles]

sorry to get angsty on main but I really wanna see a crossover fic where Five Hargreeves meets Bruce Wayne and the topic of, y’know, what would you do for your family, the morality of killing in a given context, etcetera comes up. And a bit of dialogue just going like

Bruce: But once you cross that line, where does it stop?

Five: It doesn’t have to stop — they just have to live.

[kakyogay]

alri I'm feeling generous tonight I'll give you folks the sketches (for the main 4) I just finished before I go sleeb

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✨🧞‍♂️Friday Kiss (and Five Lines Tag) 🧞‍♂️💋✨

✨💛🌈It’s smoochin’ time🌈💛✨

Than you as well to @tragedycoded here and @leahnardo-da-veggie here for the Five Lines Tag, as well as the WIP Wednesday tag here by @gioiaalbanoart and @wyked-ao3 , here by @jev-urisk , and here by @justabigoldnerd ✨

Thank you to everyone who tagged me! If I missed your tag, feel free to poke me as well! The fall season has picked up a lot with work, as expected, so I may miss a few. I appreciate everyone regardless 💛✨

Now without further ado, on to the Kiss Rules~

Rules: From your story/WIP, share a kiss. It can be any kiss, from familial pecks on the cheek, forehead kisses, platonic smooches, to full-blown makeouts.

And, as always, if you don’t have a kiss available you can always use this post as a writing share!

Rules: Share a snippet of your story/wip

Let’s grab a five line kiss from YWIMC, shall we? 🧞‍♂️💋✨

“You never have to be alone.”

Cauldwell nodded quickly, his chest tight with anxiety and his stomach tight with nerves. Gradually, his body unbundled itself from its knots as Ali leaned forward, grazing his lips against Noah’s tenderly, patiently waiting to be invited in. With a small swallow and a gentle nod, Noah opened his mouth up once more, and opened himself up completely to his lover.

Slowly, suavely, they deepened their kiss, deepened their bond further still.

Aaaaaaaand I’m gonna chop onions 🥲🧅💦

Leaving this as an +open tag and gently alerting the tag list. Happy smoochin’, and spread the love! ❤️💫✨

✨👇Tag list for writing snippets below. DM me if you’d like to be added 👇✨

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Elain stans have such a weird relationship with Nuala and Cerridwen and I genuinely can't tell if they just choose not to look at the optics of that dynamic or what...

[adfeelsthings]

[merlyn-bane]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

So I think I might owe @loverboy-havocboy two of these now? Lmao. So have a few different lines from home (is where you build it), even a some more Mereel/Fett centric ones 😘😘😘 and I might possibly be close to done on this chapter 👀👀

“What do you want?” he questions them, immediately suspicious. “Who says we want anything?” Echo yawns so big his jaw cracks, rubbing at his eyes. His genuine sleepiness almost sells the illusion of their innocence. Almost.  “Wrong answer.” Fives scowls, kicking at the floor with his toe. He stops at one raised eyebrow from their grandfather, seated at the kitchen table with his morning coffee and if Cody had to guess, the news pulled up on his phone. Fives’ expression remains stony, though. “We just wanna go to the station with you,” he grumbles. “Aayla said her and Bly could show us some tricks with the ball that might help us this season and I want to crush Jesse’s hopes and dreams.”

And

Obi-Wan’s face turns the color of an overripe tomato, and not for the first time Cody wishes his father had gotten a vasectomy twenty-three years ago like he should have. For fuck’s sake. 

Applying pressure back to @loverboy-havocboy 😘😘 and then no pressure tags to @lttrsfrmlnrrgby, @bluemaskedkarma, @ferretrade, @the-starry-seas, and @dontbelasagnax <3

[teeniebopperlaughin]

The other day, I was planning on doing some more studies of splatoon characters, but, uh-

Top Ten Things that DIDN'T Happen

Feat. These adorable highlighters I got from the store the other day, oh my goooosshhhhh, I love them so much, you don't even knooowwwwww

[mysticstarlightduck]

Five Lines Tag!

Thank you for the tag, @willtheweaver (here)!

I'll go with some lines from Crash Stardom! and What Lurks In The Hollow!

A line describing a location: (What Lurks In The Hollow)

It wasn’t long until the wheels slowly bumped to a halt over the gravel in front of what once was the family lakehouse. Now… well it was still a house - in that, it was still standing and wasn’t yet a complete ruin. But that’s about all that could be said for the place’s homely appeal. 

The paint over the wooden walls had chipped away with the wind, eaten by time and weather, while at least two of the visible first and second-floor windows were either cracked or broken. Its wide porch was covered in dust, scattered leaves, and crumpled fliers, and the grass that peeked around the house to the woods that led down to the lake behind it was dead and overgrown. 

A line that is a lie: (Crash Stardom!)

There was the familiar sound of a door unlocking and the barely noticeable creak of the handle, as steps swiftly shuffled inside, into the penthouse. Noah scrambled up from where he was laying on the couch mindlessly scrolling for what had to have been at least 2 hours, only to see Tristan staggering into the living room.

And his brother looked...different.

His usual confident swagger was replaced by uneasy jittering, deep, dark circles under his eyes, pupils clearly blown wide for some odd reason. His skin was paler than usual, makeup smudged. There was an attempt at his usual smirk as he greeted Noah, but it felt hollow.

Noah opened and closed his mouth a few times before he actually managed to speak, "Tristan, you're late. Very late. It's almost 3 AM. And you don't look okay either. What's going on?" His eyes narrowed, and he noticed something on the lapel of his brother's jacket. It looked like sparkles of white powder. "And what is that?"

Tristan's smile faltered for a moment, and he quickly moved to brush off the evidence as if it could erase it from existence, "Oh, this? Must be some sugar from my coffee." He chuckled. It sounded like gravel, and Noah didn't like the way Tristan seemed to look away from him, "You know I like my latte extra sweet!"

Noah's eyes narrowed further in suspicion, "But it doesn't -"

"It's sugar," Tristan cut him off, voice louder than he expected, startling them both. He took a deep breath, forcing another smile, "Just sugar. I must've wiped my hands on my jacket after making my coffee. Just that. Okay, kid?"

His words, as careful as he was to keep them gentle, held a clipped edge that made it more than clear he really didn't talk about it today or ever again.

Noah sighed, not at all conviced but not wanting an argument today, "Alright, alright." He gestured dismissively, "Let's just...watch some TV show or something."

Tristan's smile grew more genuine, and there was an innocent spark of joy to his eyes that made Noah feel a bit lighter as the taller man beelined it for the couch, "Yay! I'm picking the movie."

A line about exhaustion: (What Lurks In The Hollow)

Her legs were burning by the time they started to reach a clearing. Over her shoulder, the garbled growling of whatever the fuck was the creature chasing them mixed with their own ragged, panicked breaths as they scrambled forward as fast as humanly possible, not caring at how the thickets and brambles seemed to scrape at their exposed skin leaving shallow cuts.

Amy tried to ignore how the small branches and vines seemed to be moving on their own, as if alive and reaching to hold them back. She couldn't ignore it. Her hand was still gripping Zach's arm as tightly as possible as he ran beside her. She didn't want either of them to fall.

She made a mental note to apologize for any bruising later.

Then, they finally plunged out of the woods, jumping into the lakeshore's grassy meadow and letting themselves tumble out as rocks and dirt gave way underfoot. They kept moving forward, half running half falling, until the forest was far, far behind them.

Sparing a quickly glance behind them, Amy saw the creature's sillhoutte fade into the treeline, as if it were nothing but a shadow. It didn't step out of the edge of the woods, though it seemed to stomp around angrily, letting out a shrill, frustrated hiss, before disappearing for good.

Only then did she let herself collapse onto the ground, and Zach was soon to follow, falling beside her on a crumpled heap that accidentally sent her rolling an inch more away, after almost awkwardly falling on top of her.

They didn't speak for a long, long moment, trying to catch their breath as if their airways were dried up by desert sand. Amy was shaking, though she couldn't know if it was out of fear from seeing an eldritch abomination come to life or exhaustion from the sudden, unwelcome death cardio. Probably both.

When she finally lifted her head off the ground, the words slipped past her lips in a blur, "...W-What the in the hell was that?"

A comforting line: (Crash Stardom!)

The damp cold seemed to creep into his bones from every wall around them and burrow itself into his soul. It did nothing to soothe the way the melted skin on his back made his every breath feel like death crawling closer. Honestly it hurt so much that for a moment he wished it was.

But then his ears twitched towards the sound of quiet whimpering that made his heart clench and shatter. His eyes flew open, a blood red glow lighting the moonlit darkness of the cell.

Aspen was crying.

He hated that she was crying. But he knew why she was - he knew all too well. Those bastards made her watch, and he swore he'd tear every one of their throats once he was healed enough.

For now, he couldn't. He couldn't even move, let alone fight. All Beck could do was try to help her. And so he did. His voice was coarse like sandpaper, from all the screams he held back, and there were tears in his own eyes, but he pretended nothing was wrong.

"Hey... sunflower," He spoke the nickname in their native language, and that made her look up, her arms still wrapped up around her knees like a music box wound up too tight.

His head lolled to the side, turning to her, trying to coax Aspen to look him in the eyes. Beck knew she wanted to help. But there was nothing she could feasibly do. Not about the burns from the silver. Not about the cell. Or about the Reapers. So he came up with something harmless instead, a distraction. Maybe a small measure of hope, or comfort. "How... how about you do those little braids in my hair..." He keened, speaking felt like the air was being punched out of his lungs, but he kept going, in their language, as he gestured to his long, equally blood red hair that had once been a source of pride, and now was just another matted mess, "Just l-like you used to? If you can smile a little bit, I'll even tell you something...very cool."

Beck watched her with rapt attention - for a moment, the teen didn't respond at all, stuck in place, eyes distant. But then, a spark of movement, and she gave him the tiniest of nods, shuffling to his side. Only then he let himself breathe a little bit easier, even though the burns in his back made him regret it almost as soon as he did.

A line about the unexpected (I'm going with someone getting surprised for this one lol): (What Lurks In The Hollow)

With all of that out of the way, Amy made her way back downstairs, slower this time. Before long, she'd reached the back door and walked out into the yard, all dry earth and dead grass, and spotted Dylan standing by the basement hatch, with his back turned to the direction she came from. A mischievous idea popped into her mind, and Amy quietly stepped through the threshold, avoiding the creaking wooden steps beneath and skipping to the raw dirt outside. She swiftly crossed the distance between them before he could turn around, careful to minimize the crunching of the gravel beneath the soles of her sneakers, until she stood right behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hi, Dylan!" She exclaimed, breaking the silence in a child-like fashion, much like a jumpscare from a videogame. And it had the intended effect, with Dylan practically jumping out of his own skin with a short yelp, his hand flying to his chest like an old lady clutching her pearls, before whirling around to face her, startled out of his train of thought.

"What the fuck, Amy!?" Dylan shouts, startled, while his sister just giggles at the sight, "You almost gave me a heart attack - we're in the middle of the woods and you know it gives me the creeps. Fucking hell." He grumbles, through gritted teeth.

Amy chuckled, "C'mon. It was the perfect opportunity - I wasn't about to waste it!" She said, cherishing the last of the situation's humor before letting the matter go, as Dylan's mutterings of annoyance continued, "So. Why were you standing here like that? Cosplaying a scarecrow?" The teen asked, with a smirk.

Dylan rolled his eyes, "No. It's that we've got another goddamn problem. I managed to get the generator to turn the lights on, that you can see but," He paused, reaching into the basement hatch and prying it open again, the rusted metal screeching as it moved, revealing what used to be the path into the basement, "I can't get to the boiler room down there. The fucking stairs are broken."

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