#line game

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line game with @didy414

After I joined in on a tag game without being tagged, the amazing @winterandwords tagged me in an acrostic WIP tag game! Yay! I'm so grateful she didn't give me another long word like what she ended up getting, because oh boy, these are harder than I thought.

But, without further ado...I'll use my upcoming release, 𝔸𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖.

Note: Current draft is in second person. This may not reflect the final state of the piece--we will see what the wonderful people beta reading the piece think of it.

C. Cybele loomed over you, her long curly hair so like yours spilling from its gilded braids, her grey eyes lined with kohl. She scooped Attis’s slumbering body with one strong arm and knelt to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear.

“You nearly made it to Thrace this time,” she said in her lightly-accented voice, watching you with a small smirk as my consciousness faded, “I’m almost impressed.”

R. Remember that, Theseus. Promise me that you’ll do as you said, and talk to him. Call him by his true name.”

You nodded. “I will.”

She cocked her head, studying you. “Phaedra thinks you’re a fool, but I see what you are, Theseus. We are the same, in many ways.”

E. Even if you knew his body was special, different from yours. “I don’t want to. I’m not like other boys.”

Phaedra scoffed. “Yeah, that’s because you’re not one. I’ve been saying that for years.”

A. Adgistis had just smiled, as if hearing your thoughts. You want a trade? They’d said. I’ll give you a trade. I don’t love them as much, but I do love them. Is that enough? And it had to be. The goddess Cybele, their sister of sorts, now rested in Elysium, entombed in a tree as she’d done to Attis. You’d offered Tartarus. Adgistis refused. You’d understood. Things were more complicated with family.

T. The day before they left, a boat full of refugees blew onto Sarpedon’s shores. They begged to gods you already knew were dead, their voices barely audible over the crashing of the waves. The snakes heard them through your feet, the rumbling of the boat crashing into the rocks travelling up the rocky cliffside to their senses. Your sisters laughed as they descended upon them, shredding terrified, quivering flesh in their talons. You caught the eyes of the youngest passenger and petrified him before they could tear him apart. It seemed kinder.

E. Even the beasts of the wastes had avoided you on your way back to the cabin, sensing the trepidation, sadness and frustration coming off of you in waves. You could not sleep. In your mind, you ran through the Godless Wastes and swam through the rivers. You tried to visualize hidden paths in and out of the wastes using a lifetime of knowledge. You couldn’t think of a way out, not via land, nor water. You and Ats would have to die to escape.

tagged by @lostcol <3

rules: share the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

Have a few lines that hold a lot of weight.

 But Justin’s devotion to him had never wavered. If Brian was going to believe in some kind of divine power, it would be that. Despite how much Brian pushed Justin away when they first met, this young man persisted and insisted on seeing the good that Brian still wasn’t sure he possessed. Justin’s love and commitment made no logical sense, and yet Brian couldn’t imagine a life without them.

thanks for the tag @tailoredshirt

As he creeps towards the window he has the brief thought that he should have worn something other than just boxers to bed so that when the cops find him the next morning he wouldn’t be almost naked, but he can’t really do anything about that right now. Nobody stops in the middle of a break-in to put clothes on.

There’s another noise from the fire escape and Carlos tightens his hold. Whoever it is, is loud which is bad for someone who probably has evil motives.

Thanks @athenasparrow & @annasghosts for the tag

“I’m sure you’re aware that the world isn’t split into good people and bad people, Evans. And that sometimes good people do bad things and the other way ‘round. It’s when the people in our life that should have our back, the people we rely on, fail us or hurt us - like a sibling, parents, or a lover- we believe it’s somehow our fault. Because this person is not supposed to hurt us, therefore there must be something we did wrong.”

Rules: List the first sentence of the last 10 stories you published, then look for any patterns you notice and see if anybody else notices! Then tag some friends.

(i was tagged by @spikeface <3)

1. Sand and Blue Eyes ((miraculous ladybug) Chat Noir finds out about Chat Blanc)

“Many things haunted Marinette’s dreams.”

2. Alone (Scott McCall and his pack angst)

“It slowly became more and more apparent as time passed.”

3. Friend in Need (Matt Murdock and Foggy Neilson)

“Foggy grumbled under his breath as he made his way to Matt’s apartment.”

4. The Dark Fox and the Redeyed Wolf (evil Scott and void Stiles)

“Stiles jerks out of his daydream as coach slams his hands down on his desk.”

5. Alienated by Family (Scott McCall and McCall pack)

“Claws descended on Scott in rapid succession.”

6. Falling (Scott and Stiles)

“Scott was tired.”

7. The Valentine Wolf (Evil Scott and Ripper Stiles)

“Stiles waited a few moments before he released the girl he was holding.”

8. Scott McCall makes the best guacamole (Scott and McCall pack)

“Scott McCall makes the best guacamole. Or that’s what Stiles discovered at a younger age.”

9. Beneath a Starlit Sky (Katara and Zuko)

“Katara curled tighter under her blanket.”

10. Paranoia (Scott and Stiles)

“Things had changed quickly.”

It would seem that I either like to set up the scene of the fic in my first line or I like to put people right into the action. Many of them it would appear also include whumplike phrases or words probably because I live for whump :l But for the most part I think I am pretty all over the place!