✒️ Post your written line you really like

Written for a nano thing so the quality is kinda eehh but I like the concept 

As he got older, it only started getting more apparent to the point Leon could no longer consider them a figment of his imagination: these strange beings, sometimes shadows and lights, sometimes people, could do and even say things, and make things happen without Leon doing anything himself.

But he kept quiet. He endured, he adjusted.

And he knew: these things, whether he liked them or not, were real. And just as Leon could see them, these beings could see him.  

Here's some dialogue from one of my stories. I kinda like to keep things light in my stories when it's appropriate, so here's a few silly moments. None of these actually have sensitive content, but I just don't want this post to be too long. 

 And possibly my favourite:

theres one line in a long-discarded romance drabble i wrote that still amuses me to this day

"A part of me says that he's lying to me and just trying to make me feel better.  For once, I tell that part of me to shut the fuck up."

I took this from my FFIX Fanfiction.

"Oh...Robi!!" Zidane yelled and charged into me, giving me the biggest cuddle I could ever have.

"What?! I thought you hated me." I asked.

"You think?! 

You saved me Robi, and released something which must have made me so horrible to my friends and it was all thanks to you. It turned me into a completely different person and of course would never neglect you." He said.

Those words were enough to bring me to tears. He'd finally be the brother I always wanted.

"I...I...I...I should have never gone off alone; I'm sorry Zidane,  its was just the way I got angry by the fact that it causes my  destructive behaviour...every time, it's to do with my fury." I  whimpered.

"No...I'm sorry." He went

"Eh?"

"I don't know what came over me, even I know that ain't how I treat a new friend.

After you knocked that crystal out of me, I realised that it wasn't  really my attitude but couldn't do anything about it. I really, really,  want to be your brother and, after what's happened in the past, even if  Kuja was the closest, even then they wouldn't commit to family life.

If you are really who you say you are, then we can go to Memoria and  find out. You must have had a reason to live and so that's where we  should head next.

Now though; Kuja, Mikoto, Me, we'd more than happy to welcome you to our clan.

You're a Tribal now, like us, and hope that is enough to make you  part of something special. Even if you were a biological death machine,  made to bring about the end of the world, but who cares?!

What's more important is that you're back with us and not some stuck up psycho." He smiled.

I gave him one look and immediately burst into tears.

"I'm sorry if I doubted you Robi...and we're going to the best twin brothers ever!" He said, rubbing my back gently.

"Where's Kuja?" I said and apparently Mikoto was the only one left but she too looked around.

"Screw Kuja, he can do his own thing. doesn't understand the true meaning behind bromance." Zidane said.

"Fair enough." I sniffed.

didn't write this but heck man !!!!!!!!!! it's a lot pal

from creature comfort

"We're the bones under your feet,

The white lie of American prosperity,

We wanna dance but we can't feel the beat,

I'm a liar don't doubt my sincerity."

boop

K so this is part of a thing I attempted to write, haven't gone back to it in a while and I probably should lol but I remember really liking this part for some reason xD I'll place it in the spoiler. 

This is a small part of some Knut oneshots I have been writing about his time as the king's page boy. There were two other boys too and he had a lot of shenanigans with them lol they're playing "spin the dagger" as they dub it but it's basically the same as spin the bottle with the truth and dare thing. 

“Um, I want you to…”

“Kiss me,” Horace impishly filled in.

“No!” Albus yelled, and then looked at Knut. “Actually, I want you to go over to Horace and punch him.”

“That’s against the rules!” Horace complained. “No bodily harm!”

“How is this not bodily harm?” Albus remarked and pointed at himself and Knut, still sitting like lovers.

“It’s not hurting anything but your pride and that’s only because you’re a coward.”

Albus groaned loudly, and Knut tried to hide a giggle as he watched the two boys bicker.

“You and I can drop dead any moment. So let me make the most of every uncertain second I still have with you."

My oc, Somnus says this to his S.O (sorry I can't link him because his character profile isn't ready yet ><)

I really need to pick this story up again sometime. For context, Mr. Smith is a paranormal investigator who has found a broken android named Memi in an alleyway. He brought her back to his apartment to help fix her up when this scene happens. Writing for Mr. Smith is so fun!

“SMITH, OPEN UP ALREADY!”

“Alright, alright! Hold your horses!”

Mr. Smith had barely begun to turn the handle when the door slammed open and he was pushed back, the barrel of a gun pressed against his forehead. It was held by a man in the uniform of a security guard. More specifically, a security guard from Vega City Labs. And with him were two men in long white coats.

“Well”, said Mr. Smith, “it’s been a while since I was greeted like that”.

“Zip it”, said one of the scientists, his tone curt. “Now, hand over our android and there’ll be no reason to hurt you”.

Memi’s eyes widened. With her leg still on the couch she couldn’t run and there was nowhere left to hide. She should have realised the lab would track her down eventually. Those guys worked fast.

“And what if I say no?” Mr. Smith asked placidly. 

There was a click as the guard released the safety on the gun.

“Ah”, said Mr. Smith.

“Wait. Wait. What is this?”

“What is what? In your hand? That’s my ass.”

“What did you put in this tea, by the way?” Katherine then asked and held out her tea cup. “It has a flowery aftertaste.”

“Ah, I just used some of the flowers I picked last summer; I dried them, don’t you remember?”

Katherine was silent for a while, looking at the cup with the kind of frown that showed she was thinking hard. 

Colin smiled. 

“These are not the flowers you dried,” she then spoke slowly and her words started sounding slurred. “What did you do?!”

Her tone was agitated and she gasped for air, but when she tried to raise her hand, nothing happened - she was already far too weak to do anything.

“Oh, but they are!” Colin grinned. “I just put in some extra for you.”