"Love is a pretty blindfold we give to people we use."
I have no idea how fast this thread will die considering majority of the people here are artists rather than writers, but it probably won't hurt trying!
The idea of this game are very simple: Post a line (or a few) from your writing project, whether it's a novel, short story or OC bio / background detailing!
It can be something you're really proud of or something you simply like, or just want to share with other people! Feel free to also tell others a bit about the context if you feel like it
Rules & guidelines:
- Keep them PG13 max! Let's keep this game something everyone can participate to and read without fear!
- Sensitive content should be either blacked out like this THIS or under spoiler. Again, make sure it's PG13 max!
- No fanfiction lines unless they contain an original character of yours in the line(s) you post!
Don't double post.Double posting is allowed! Otherwise this thread will die lmao- You're allowed to post longer chunks of text too, but keep it moderate and put it under spoiler tag so people don't need to scroll through all of it to reach the next post!
- Feel free to post as IC if your story line is related to a character you have!
Also, here is a general thread for writers if you want to hang out with others or talk about your projects! And if you have anything to ask, feel free to ping or dm me!
“I suggest you turn around and leave right now.” It wasn't a suggestion.
“What if we don't?” Jag asked. It wasn't a question.
It's simple but it's one of my favorites.
I just published a story for this character and I’m quite fond of this part:
For a moment - brief, and easy to miss - Asher Gangleri, preferably known as Wanderer, felt like a thief in a rich man’s wallet. The story they were telling, fresh off the heat of their fiasco of a job rescuing a smuggler from the Hell Knights, had reached a natural lull, and they had been reaching for what was left of their wine when someone had interrupted them in the middle of a particularly entertaining embellishment.
“Someone died.” The look Death swings over in Midnight’s direction is one of such disgust that it sends a sick kind of thrill zapping up his spine. Death has never appreciated Midnight’s talents, then again the walking skeleton doesn’t seem to appreciate anything outside of his own talents. Midnight in kind has never been able to appreciate the talents of a healer turned killer. He finds it a bit too ironic for his own tastes.
This is the ending of one myth story in my world sjfnvb
I love.... lesbian moons....
The River, blessed was she who swore good in Her name. Demysius and Miralia, pure were their hearts, and good they were. The River gifted them immortality as their spirits turned into the twin moons, and gave them another gift. One night where the moons would meet by the river banks, right on their wedding day. Demysius, the Moon of Fire, on the left, and Miralia, the Moon of Ice, on the right. None shall come between the two of them ever again, and until eternity will their tale be told.
A tidbit taken from this.
"My work as a servant at the palace allows me a front row seat to the unrest that hides beneath the city’s polish. The two heirs to the throne, twins, are a complete mess, though nary a whisper of the truth escapes anyone’s lips. They nearly killed each other today, or at least got as close as either can manage, and I seemed to be the only witness. According to those who have stuck to this job for far longer than I have, the pair is cursed with a permanent mental link; holding a spear to the other’s throat must have felt like teetering on the edge of the world."
"come hither thotticus i have skinny twinks to fuck"
(wont add the whole excerpt bc i cant find it but i remember this and this specifically)
From the first draft of Sinfonia's full script! Still a bit rough and I apologize for the formatting, it's for a vn
I stand up from my seat
Jonathan: I think I’ll take my leave now
Jonathan: Thanks for inviting me - the tea was very good
Julian: Hold on, don’t leave just yet!
Julian: We’re nowhere near done!
Jonathan: Oh, but I am
Jonathan: See you later
I turn around and exit the common room with steady steps, not looking back even once.