✒️ Post your written line you really like

a little excerpt from a wip of mine (if you'd like to read it, it's here)

On days like these, Brandon would usually stay inside. He didn’t find any fun in being outside in the cold, even if it was like that most of the year. The warmth would comfort him and his sorrows. He’d light a candle and read by the window, as it snowed, or when it rained in the summer. He spent most of his free time in solitude.

Damien, on the other hand, loved being outside in the cold. Him and his siblings often used to play in the snow together, especially when he was younger. The memory always had a special place in his heart, but since the three of them had to study more for their schoolwork, they had a lot less spare time. It never seemed like he would mind, though. If he did, he’d never show it.

"You don't understand, do you. I don't fight to disable, to disarm, to capture. I fight to kill."

- WM's fighting style, for all that its centered around stamina, inevitably comes to the conclusion of kill or be killed. They don't know how to fight, fight with their whole power and wit, without the aim of eventually killing the other combatant. They never learned to.

[I wrote this recently after a musing on how WM fights...]

An excerpt from a writing piece I did for my amazing writer friend Auralina33 as writing practice! Featuring her OC Mari ! I AM SO PROUD OF THIS-

"Mari does not know what feeling he is feeling, he does not know the name of this feeling. It felt terrible, it felt more painful than his injured arm. The feeling of being drowned into an abyss of negativity filled with “what ifs” . He felt this before, but could never figure out the question of “what is this feeling?” that he felt."

I like this line from Cursed, Divine, and Upside Down quite a bit:

"Wait, you're telling me boiling goat's milk is budget alternative for Phoenix tears?"

"Provided the goat is young, happy, and healthy."

"Strange how that works."

"You learn a new thing every day," I deadpanned, as I measured the Phoenix tears.

I recently wrote a one-shot very sad ending for one of my OCs and I liked these two sections from it!

and the ending line

from answering questions related to her character. took place in the disc server for the campaign shes in , so yeah

(also *casually revives thread* aheehee)

“You want to kiss me, then?”  It might not be the best way to clarify, but Lavrenti wants to make sure he heard him right.  Adrien spins back around to look at him.

“Seriously?  That’s what you retained from all that?”  He sounds almost bewildered, and the mechanic can’t help but laugh again.

“That, and apparently how I’m preferable to a Denny’s.  The kissing thing seemed way more flattering.”  It’s all teasing, and Lavrenti laughs even harder when the other dramatically rolls his eyes.

“It was a nice Denny’s, keep that in mind,” the ghost defends with a playful huff.

“The staff had weekly blunt rotations in the backroom.”

A summary of Gosling: "maintains an aura of dignity and grace while lacking any degree of physical gracefulness itself."

 I'm writing an oc story called outcasts and my whole acc revolves around it! I hope to make it a novel one day

"Something calls to Phoebe in the deep recesses of her mind.
A garbled, wholly grinding sound on the ears;
one that wouldn't make much coherence to anybody but her.

She was used to the sound, after all.

This, of course, would be the other part to Phoebe's dual nature,
the one that causes the other such misery; her Amnesia.

Her dreams would be vivid.
Florid with imagery of her arguing with her other side for dominance of her body.
Upon waking, she could never tell if it were real or not,
but whenever she slept deeply it crept back up on her.

Amnesia was right at home."

Context - Zayden was kidnapped by a beast for food however he woke up earlier so the beasts scattered into the woods watching him from the tree's 

"Where am I?! Show yourself demon!" a pause of silence as wind blew over Zayden's hair messing it up. "Or what?" the shadows spoke. "OR I WILL EAT YOUR TOES" he said with no hesitation moving in the direction of the voice with his sword.

i return. wau.

context - the start of an rp scene after a dnd session; love just got heavily injured during a fight with a werewolf and aurae saved him and now she's worried about him despite her insisting they are "Just" rivals