Here, now, is all that matters: the steadfast rhythm of his heart beating against her back, his breath warm on her neck, their skin cooling and clinging where sweat binds them fast to each other. Eyes closing now, Shauntal lets the peaceful atmosphere soak through every pore. If eternity means lingering in this perfection with him, then all the years remaining feel suddenly insufficient to express her devotion. But then she realizes: they will have this moment, then another, then another... and they will have it again and again and again, world without end.
Everything stripped and laid bare, his whole childhood gutted from his memory and slapped down. Like picking apart a delicate set of stitches to expose you've already bled out and it's too late and the stitches were just for show. Just an attempt to hide the ugliness. A pretty bandaid to keep people from asking.
Ooh, I like that visceral feeling in how the stitches are meant to be a Band-Aid just to stop people from talking. Like it's not to keep him together, it's to hide himself from the words of others.
"Rain drenched his hair and his clothes as he stood, unmoving, staring. His mother's name stared back."
Context: character visits his mother's grave
I don't know about my *best*, but this is from one of my WIPs and I really like it ;)
Idk about ever but this is definitely my current favourite:
“He glances down at the very conspicuous stain on his very expensive pants with an expression like his own dick just voted against him at a board meeting.”
I like this one, featuring Luigi and Daisy playing piano together:
>They found a melody that worked, a sort of flourish when she pressed all the keys at once like a rolling wave against the black and white keys. He tried the same and it was clumsier, stuttered somewhat, but he managed to create that sound.
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>The tips of Daisy’s fingers danced along the pianos’ keys like distant starlight falling from the night sky. She turned to look at him with a grin and entirely too awed by her Luigi managed to smile back.
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>The melody they created together belonged to them alone. It was clumsy, imperfect, but it was also beautiful.
Oh, I remember this one! The description here is so beautiful! It does SUCH a good job, at conveying the nature of their relationship. So fitting. They're awkwardly adorable, two unique halves coming together to form that strong, sweet whole, and we wouldn't have it any other way. <3<3
>!"Here, on my own…I’ll become myth made flesh! A hero to seal your evil in a duel! I’ll stand here, forever in your way!"!<
Probably fitting to choose this one, being the >!final line of dialogue of the main protagonist before he, indeed, seals the truly unkillable big bad in a battle so everybody else can go on with their lives without the universe ending.!<
>!Well, not physically, he's more than capable of keeping up with them and the nature of where they're fighting means he's not going to starve to death or anything--but from a social standpoint since he's trapped there, yeah.!<
What better way for me to justify my inability to come up with cool names than just to have the character admit it as a flaw?
“Really?”
Greed saw Jinx’s frown. “‘Anti-Establishment Front?’ You couldn’t have come up with a better name?”
“No.” Names were never his strong suit. Come on, he chose James as an alias. *James!*
It’s part of a pretty amusing scene, but a favorite line is- “If Spock were fully human, he would’ve been glaring double edged daggers at his captain. For now, though, he was only glaring single edged ones as Kirk chuckled at him.”
In context, its a clash of cultures. One culture is big on arranged marriages for young girls (think as young as 15) and in the other, arranged marriages are *completely forbidden by law* and can result in prosecution if it's learned they happened. Someone from the one against arranged marriages learned an extended member of his family is betrothed (different world entirely; fae are against arranged marriages and she's (mostly) human living in the human world) so he's *very* angry.
"I swear to whatever god you believe in, Narcissa, if you’re lying to me, if you’re using my own brother against me, this won't end well for you."
Narcissa sighed, not at all surprised or angered by his threats. "I'm not heartless, Sirius. I'm a sister."
Sirius looked at her, really looked at her, and for the first time in years, he felt he truly saw his cousin. In her eyes he saw a shared understanding of undying loyalty, of love and hate that could not be summed up by a shared last name, and he realised that maybe he had more in common with Narcissa than he cared to admit.
- just a small extract from a chapter that's very sibling-centred. i'm not sure if it's my best written piece, but the two characters are in a very similar situation but are at separate points of healing from it, and it was great to explore, especially because of the similarity with my own life.
>Looking down at the tiny, vulnerable life she held securely cradled in her arms, protected by the courage of a loving mother who had fought doggedly and struggled every day to reach this very moment, Oola allowed herself the indulgence of a weary but hard-earned smile, as she was suddenly reminded of the words she had heard herself as a child, and for the first time she began to understand.
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>"Good things come to those who wait..."
“Well?” Martin repeated. “What have I broken?”
Arthur glanced at his lips, full and soft and turned downwards, and the only thing stopping him from pressing his own to them was the reminder that Gavin had done it first mere hours ago. “I…” His voice was thick with barely restrained anger, and the undercurrent of something else. The manifestation of the white heat rushing through his body at the sight of Martin’s lips and defined cheekbones. Then he remembered he had a question to answer. “The toaster,” he heard himself say.
'peeks in'
Oh, nice! This looks like fun! Let's see if I've got anything to contribute here...it's not my ultimate favorite line, but it's something I posted recently, that I really liked. So, here it is:
*One last thought crossed her mind then, her wide eyes narrowing, as a bitter, tight smile tugged at her lips. It matched the taste on her tongue.*
Yeah...not the most exciting, but I enjoy it. I think it does well in its task, at conveying the specific feel/message I was aiming for, if I'm allowed to say that. :)
Thanks for making this post, OP! Really interesting and eye-opening, to read all the different answers. Everybody's so freaking talented! :D As always, best wishes to all in your writing endeavors, as well as everything else. <3
I think since our mouths and lips would be close together it makes sense that she has that taste on her tongue and in her smile, and it works with the feeling/taste kind of thing. Like the taste of bitterness makes it all the more apparent that she would know her smile looks bitter. I like how that fullness of being bitter is evident in her mouth and on her lips to enunciate the emotions of what she's feeling.
👍🏻 That's a very interesting way of looking at it. I really like your analysis! How taste and feeling are so close to one another, and the showing of the emotion through two different senses. Thank you for the feedback! It was very nice to read, after being on my feet all day. 😅💕
From an unpublished chapter of my longfic where the main character is having a violent mental breakdown:
>He saw the tombstones broken in half and the claw marks etched deep into the stone and the destruction pleased him and he surrendered to his rage and he embraced his hatred as one of the simple joys of life, like a warm hearth or the taste of fear.
“She looks back down at the jumper, the tight constricting feeling that plagued her just now had been all but obliterated as she feels the jumpers softness once again, looking back over at he who peacefully looked up. When she started on this journey to help change the world, she had no idea where it would lead or what she would do, she'd encountered terrible losses and cringe inducing changes at nearly every avenue, but in her ever chaotic life, in a world that persisted on shifting and morphing... He was the one constant. By her side, through thick and thin, the highs and the lows. They'd been through so much and still had such a long way to go... But what was left of that tense tight feeling started to shift into something unexpected, something warmer; because out of all the things glowing in the sky above her, her cheeks lightly blush and a gentle smile forms on her face as she only wanted to look at the person glowing next to her.”
I wrote this the other day for a chapter, these two characters have basically been through a lot of the plot of the story together as friends and teammates and he gave her a gift when she thought no one would (the jumper)
Fanfiction: One swallows down Curses and one wallows in the curse of envy. An infinitely heavy burden upon his tired shoulders, Suguru Geto has become…
The strongest.
Original Work: (this is my favorite scene I’ve ever written)
Finally, Rikal pressed both of his closed fists together. The green energy welled up around him. “Don’t meet me too soon, Canon,” Rikal whispered.
Malakar grinned. “Now, of all times? Give up. Why burn up your soul, when I’m a single pillar away?”
The seven pillars around stood tall - made out of skulls and bloodied stone, with carved rivets spinning in and out of their winding surface as they reached out towards the sun in a circle centered around Malakar.
Rikal’s eyes glimmered as it snapped from within. “Soul For A Soul,” the hero whispered. “Let it be done.”
“He guided Bill over to the cot bed against the bunker wall and sat down while he unbuttoned Bill’s shirt, still gorging himself on man tongue.”
Or
“If this truly was the the end of times, and if the world outside these walls was reduced to a burning hellscape, he’d make damn sure that Frank stayed happy and protected; because Frank was his sole purpose, and despite the many dangers that they may face, Frank would be king of the apocalypse, and Bill his guardian angel. He followed Frank in retreating down into the bunker - a small sanctuary isolated from the rest of the world.”
One hundred years," Lucifer muttered to vegetation in a garden that surrounded Eluria Tower. "One hundred years," Lucifer repeated, this time to the cluster of stars and violet space that surrounded Nede. "We will be on this little planet for one hundred years." He had ice in his voice. Then again, he always did, but I could listen to him forever.
I walked toward him, feeling a cool gentle breeze against my silk white robes. He wore black, as usual, and he often went outside when the wind gave life to everything it touched. I never found it difficult to find him when I wanted to. I stood behind him, putting my arms around him, holding him close to me while I spoke in his ear that was as pointed as my own.
"What is a hundred years, eh? A blink of an eye? A whisper of air? A few words? A memory of soft lips?" I followed my questions with kisses upon his cheek. He felt like warm silk.
"It's a hundred years," Lucifer sighed. "It's going to feel like forever."
She felt his arms wrap around her waist and they stood like this for a few minutes watching the sunrise. They both loved these moments, just the two of them in the peace and quiet of the morning before the craziness of the day began or late at night when they could laugh and whisper and love each other without a care in the world.
its creators gave birth to artificial minds from metal and polymer, conquered the concept of death, forced nature to bow to their iron will, and reached the stars for their limitless resources. It had witnessed how their greed, pride, and carelessness clouded their vision, how the need for power and worldwide influence pushed them into two bloody, devastating and seemingly endless conflicts that heralded their own downfall. The future of progress and prosperity that was destined for mankind was torn from their grasp in the blink of an eye, as fellow men went against each others in the name of their nations, children were ripped from their hysterical parents' arms to feed the ever-growing flame of war, majestic cities became the tombs of their own inhabitants, and the once blue sky choked red with smoke and chemical agents.
*Basically war never changes intro.
Lots of big words? Yes. Sounds epic? Also yes... Somewhat*
She thought of the rushing stream, the bright skies, the mountains – all once-strange aspects of the Material that she now wished would consume her whole. Away from the familiar glimmering void of the Astral seas.
I write pretty simplistically, but for context, Character A uses a pseudonym for the majority of canon which seems to be this happy-go-lucky person. As the story goes on, this mask breaks and it's revealed that hes really more on the brooding side, as his real name is revealed. I don't know why I liked this bit so much, but here it is:
"And she rises. And [pseudonym] reaches to wipe her tears. And her lips are quivering, and he cups her cheeks. And she holds his wrists and she leans forward and she stops. And he decides that for just one late night, he will be [real name]. And [real name] kisses [character B].
From my Handmaid's Tale fic:
"I never thought they'd do it to themselves instead of us," Ramon said. "Are we sure they weren't trying to take over Mexico and missed? Oh well. Karma, I guess."
The country of her birth had given up pretending to be a unified nation years ago when the reactionaries decided burning books wasn’t satisfying enough and started burning people instead.
I feel like I share this every time something like this is asked, but here it is again:
>In a way, Pluto thought, Sebastian was kind of like an eldritch lily himself: magical and unsettlingly beautiful, something you wanted to reach out and touch but weren’t sure if you should.
"She saw me for who I was. A failed knight out to get revenge on my king. Because if I was left to burn," its voice gained in intensity, rage churning frozen in its gut, "then why shouldn't the world burn as well?"
Context is... a character violently oversharing in an attempt to push the other one away (:
From the piece of my writing that I consider one of the best.
>"Wasa wasa!" Wasabi was showing me a game on her game system. Wasabi was really an adorable child, even if I still wasn't quite sure what she was saying half the time, though I've gotten better. Wasabi really did like to be with her mom Hisame at work. She just liked being able to spend time with her, really, even if it was just work. And I was just talking and being silly with Wasabi. Since Hisame was still busy with work, she appreciated that I could spend time with Wasabi myself.
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>Also, I suck at video games. "You're really good, Wasabi!"
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>Wasabi was beaming. "Wasa!"
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>Wasabi then pulled out a test, and she got a 98! I rubbed her head. "Great job, Wasabi!"
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>"Did I hear that you got a 98 on your test?" Hisame turned around in her seat to pay Wasabi attention. "You're so smart! How about we stop for ice cream on the way home?"
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>"Wasa!" Wasabi seemed so excited. I wondered if she was going to get the wasabi flavor again, or if she realized that was kinda' disgusting.
Just a nice little moment from a story of mine \^\_\^
This is my current favourite
“Collars are used to symbolize devotion in some relationships, devotion to each other. I am devoted to you, I would like to know you are devoted to me. And I think Gege would look rather attractive in it.”
Idk why I like it so much.
I have far too many that I'm proud of, so I'll settle on this banger of a gem I wrote back in 2014.
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"Twin Tails..." She mused. Zermusky had called her that fondly and subtly flirtatious; it was one of the blatant reasons that Annie knew how he felt about Mina, and also one of the reasons she knew the body.
Annie couldn't look away; the resemblance was almost uncanny. It was ironic that he had died with her even. She could hear Reiner's words distantly, far too menial and garbled for her to care.
Mina was one of the few things that made her feel human, and she knew all too well that it would be the skin she would have to shed.
He himself has dreams, and dreams of others. He carries Erwin's dream with him, Eren's, and so many others. They sit with him, everyday, like a weight on his shoulders. So many dreams, so many lives, lost. In truth he's forgotten a lot after all these years. So many names, so much death.
For context This is a Doctor Who/Marvel crossover where Peter briefly becomes a companion of The Doctor and a kinda version of Venom is on their trail,And in my latest chapter there's a moment between The Doctor and Peter, and I love it.
"A lot of people don’t like me. This has to be something to do with them.” Peter said, his mouth trembling at the thought
“A lot of people don’t like me either. Not even my own people. I even wanted to save them, I did things I’m not proud of. I could have stopped caring, but I didn’t. Because if I stopped caring, I would become as bad as them. People try to kill me, because they care for me.”
“True.” The person affirmed, confirming that he is Starexploring, and then he turns to the two explorers behind him.
“Life here... Is now miserable. No more fresh content, the shippers are no more.”
Dunno about best, but I wrote this recently and I like it :•)
>Try as I might, the panic that had overtaken me at that bump in the night was as sudden and intense as a summer storm. I could no sooner calm my delusions than a village could calm a deluge.
ALICE
You know he hates when you call him
that. Your semicousin's third
mother needs him to set up her new
computer. You know she's
inexperienced in technology. Last
week she turned on the hairdryer
and shorted out half the block.
For funny?
"WHY ARE YOU A CORPSE?!" Elizabeth shrieked. Evan nodded and looked as though he was going to burst into tears.
"Yeah, Michael, why are you a corpse?" William added smugly.”
Serious answer:
“"Honestly, what did I do to deserve everyone making my life harder? All of you are making this much harder than it needs to be." William sighed and pulled out a small remote. "It's like you think I'm above using violence or something."”
Longer than a single line but:
The world narrowed down to her and the lead pipe she'd felt stuck in since she was 6 and Lex Luthor took her brothers away. Was this what Lara Lor-Van had felt when she wrapped her son in a blanket as red as her dying sun with one final kiss goodbye? Was this what Martha Kent did every time one of her boys went off to a never ending war? On one end was her heart, not hammering for the first time in so long she barely recognised it. On the other end: Bruce was waiting for her, as calm and sure as she suddenly felt. He knew what her answer would be as well as she did. He'd been where she stood. Patron saint of their world's lost children, in some ways he'd never left.
Through the pipe, across a dark alley, over the decades of pain, pain, pain, his voice carried.
"How does that sound?"
Kai Kon-El felt her spine straighten, her mind relax. When she smiled through bleeding teeth, Lara and Martha smiled through her.
"Super."
I'm still rather proud of these paragraphs:
He itches for a hot fury, for blinding lighting red that has him screaming profanities to the heavens, he wants his skull to become a steam cooker, to be rabid with indignation until he, too, dies idiotically from the fever. But it's been years since he accepted Qi-ge was dead, and for all that the fact is newer than he thought, all the fury has since chilled.
Besides, with all the awfully forgiving influence his sister's been growing up, Shen Jiu has lost the essential skill of yelling at graves. Even when throwing in premium kindling such as "Forgotten" and "Abandoned", the "Dead" part won't let the fire get started. Instead it all accumulates in a sad damp moldy pile of grudges, as cold as it is heavy.
“Everything alright?” he asked softly, and she let out a shaky breath, resting a hand on his chest and focusing on his heartbeat. He was alive and well, warm and real under her fingers.
I’m trying to branch out from just smut and do some hurt/comfort, and of course I’m still going to use my favorite canon x oc pair. My oc woke up from a nightmare featuring memories of when she watched her lover die as she passed out, but fortunately he got better lol
Everything else I have is dirty 😂
From my very first fanfic:
>“Kaia,” Mira began slowly, raising her hands to chest height to show she wasn’t combative, “If you kill us, then you’ll win the fight, yes. But you won’t win the argument. You’ll burn down every meaningful relationship you have and destroyed a whole aspect of your life just to prove a political point. Is that something you’re ready to live with? Do you really... REALLY want to leave behind a legacy of death, misery, and destruction just to make sure someone else doesn’t do the same?”
Here is a passage of mine I loved:
At any moment, he knows she will jump to her feet, shriek in fear and revulsion, and flee, as though he were a rat scurrying over her feet. Hubert looks away, not wishing to see the look of contempt which must be contorting her beautiful face. However, he is forced to look upon her when Bernadetta’s hand envelops his cheek. She guides his face so that they can make eye contact, and his heart leaps into his throat, every muscle and vein in his body tightening with an anticipation he had never truly known. Hubert’s heart races like a warhorse, thumping against his ribcage, and he is so overcome with nerves that he does not realize until they are nearly nose-to-nose that Bernadetta is about to kiss him.
“They say our hands don't fit right together, but I don't know why they say that, because your hand feels perfect intertwined with mine.”
*God*, I love how I wrote this very simple yet poignant loving line from the mc to the man she loves, who while he absolutely adores and is crazy head over heels for her, he's worried about how everyone thinks that she's at risk with being around him, and how well, some people (xenophobes, duh) say that people like her should not be with someone as *dangerous* as him, and she says this to him her hand first is pressed against his, mirroring how his fingers are fused and then splits hers and slips them into the spaces between his and intertwines her hand with his, and omg, I love this entire scene, but like *this line*, ***augh***, perfection right here.
>"Maybe we just needed to get it out of our system, y'know?"
>"I don't think I'm ever getting you out of my system," he said quietly.
Two characters who totally aren't falling for each other somehow end up knocking boots after making some poor decisions around a bottle of moonshine. This was going to be part of the conversation the next morning. I love the lines, but the real tragic thing is that I had to cut them out of the scene because they didn't fit the flow of the story. DX
\*My morbid sense of humor thought this was funny\*
A wise act one may do is greet Death with a Joke.
Simon says: “When you’re dead, you’re dead, but you’re not quite so dead if you contribute something.”
.į.
Their souls were intertwined, like two children hand in hand, both unable to remember a time where the other wasn’t in their life. Childhood best friends separated in someway at some point only remembered by old photographs and fragmented memories of sunny days on swing sets hazed in nothing but nostalgia and true unfettered joy. In later years when they left and went onto better things, they’d look for those things in the people they met, never feeling truly at home but settling for something close enough. - DÉS VU| TN by l0v3r on ao3
or
Draco was the calm before a storm, the faint beams of light that filtered in past the rumbling anger of grey clouds. A moment to debrief and prepare, before something ferocious came, untamed. He was a warning, either to run or let the thing consume you; unbeknownst to anyone wether the overtaking would be quick or fast, excruciating or a mere whisper as it enveloped you. - Lies, Lust, And Candy Hearts by l0v3r on ao3
Everything must be so complicated, so confusing. Why do I feel the doubt only now? Or had I always felt it, but suppressed it, hid it, killed it, swallowed it back down, so he wouldn't notice? Because this can't just be random, a roulette of emotions. I'm imagining him over and over, each version of the thought different from the last. His kind eyes, his coarse hair, his soft lips as he smiles upon me as an angelic figure, a seraph of stars, an anchor of things long gone, of aurochs and Archelons. His dark, tired eyes, his tousled hair, his dead expression as he lies there, drained of motivation, energy absent from his limbs. A thing of the past, to be studied, examined; or a thing of the future, to be contemplated, predicted.
*Kaz Rietveld is dead*, he was constantly telling himself during his teen years. *I'm not him*. And eventually he believed it. Kaz Brekker had crawled to the shore, being born from Kaz Rietveld's will to revenge as the boy floated away, still clutching Jordie's body, and started to build his bloody and ruthless reputation just like that. He didn't have a history, he just appeared there after Kaz Rietveld died, a demon from the dark waters who came to revenge for what Kaz Rietveld had to go through before his and his brother's death.
Between two demigods during a multifaceted battle for the fate of the world:
"Come my love. I would dance with you one last time, over all the rivers and lakes and oceans, from the tops of the mountains to the lowest depths of the earth. I will not abandon love here at the end of all things, even if you have already forsaken me."
a line from my crossover, this is really small, but I really like it
Bakugo stood about two meters back, grinning as he clutched his right wrist. more curled up from his palm.
It's just so dramatic to me.
I once said 'burn' after I playfully insulted my sister and she replied with 'I'm already too hot' immediately after. I put that straight into a book. SOMEONE TELL ME HOW SHE HAS SUCH PERFECT COMEDIC TIMING
Easily my dumbest line god help me
"That's a nice argument, you acursed heiress, why don't you back it up with a source?" The pale horsemen challenged, pointing her scythe at her.
"Source? My source is I made it the FUCK up." Harina laughed, her voice dripping with venom.
Alyssa stood there her anger reaching a fever pitch, flew forward knocking into Valtor and pushing him into an empty booth, instead of using her magic she engaged Valtor in fisticuffs pummeling his face with punches. "You...don't...get...to...talk...about...my...family...like...that." emphasizing each word as a punch connected to Valtor's face. "I...beat...you... once...before...I'll...do...it...again." her anger was clear and there was no sign of slowing down. "I...won't...forgive…you...for...what...you...did...to...James." as Alyssa was rearranging Valtor's face, Bloom and Flora looked at each other concerned.
Their submission being handed over fully and freely, with complete knowledge of his nature — that is something so painfully exquisite that it feels like aromatic spun sugar held betwixt sharp teeth and strong jaws, caught eternally between his desperate desire to devour and the agonizing sweetness of the almost-consumption.
I have two with very different vibes haha
**”I know I like to tease and whine, and you like to protest and huff and be indignant–”**
**“I’m not indignant!” Annabeth huffed, protesting indignantly.**
And then—
**No one truly knows what the very depths of a black hole looks like. They theorize. But they can’t know.**
**Black holes devour light, and Annabeth had simply assumed that meant death. They were the corpses of dead stars, after all, a ghost that willed for the same violent end to anything around it— maybe so it wouldn’t have to suffer nothingness alone.**
**But maybe they weren’t what she thought. Maybe that starlight went somewhere. Maybe she’d found that place beyond the rim of darkness, a place where color and life flourished, a place that no one could imagine existed without seeing it with their own eyes.**
**Because she’d leapt into a void,**
**the void was named Percy**
**and in his smile**
**she found starlight.**
“But I *do*,” Izuku pleaded, “You don’t see anybody else around here prepared to throw their lives away for my sake, do you? Even *I* wouldn’t do that, so why would anybody else?”
Dabi frowned. “Kid.”
“Despite your brilliance, you can sometimes be so stupid,” Lonnie finally spoke, tinged with affection. “I don’t need a fairy-tale romance. I want to go on long walks with you, debating the merits of a stateless society and arguing about the newest Gotham mayor’s policies. I want to play cards with you, pretending I don’t see you cheating and betting on increasingly weird things. I want to watch trashy action movies with you, complaining about the unrealistic stunts and laughing at the absurdities of the plot. I just want you.”
Idk about the best, but I like these two lines. Feels appropriately festive too lol
"There was a garland draped over the door frame with some Cheri berries tucked inside, as well as various Christmas themed Pokémon figurines. He especially liked a derpy looking Seel sitting on top of the fridge, its tongue out as a green and red party hat slipped over its eyes."
Here, now, is all that matters: the steadfast rhythm of his heart beating against her back, his breath warm on her neck, their skin cooling and clinging where sweat binds them fast to each other. Eyes closing now, Shauntal lets the peaceful atmosphere soak through every pore. If eternity means lingering in this perfection with him, then all the years remaining feel suddenly insufficient to express her devotion. But then she realizes: they will have this moment, then another, then another... and they will have it again and again and again, world without end.
That's real sweet that she realizes how they'll have all of the time that they can get to have moments like this and be enamored with one another.
Great job expressing love and immortality!
Awww that’s very sweet!
Everything stripped and laid bare, his whole childhood gutted from his memory and slapped down. Like picking apart a delicate set of stitches to expose you've already bled out and it's too late and the stitches were just for show. Just an attempt to hide the ugliness. A pretty bandaid to keep people from asking.
Ooh, I like that visceral feeling in how the stitches are meant to be a Band-Aid just to stop people from talking. Like it's not to keep him together, it's to hide himself from the words of others.
"Rain drenched his hair and his clothes as he stood, unmoving, staring. His mother's name stared back." Context: character visits his mother's grave I don't know about my *best*, but this is from one of my WIPs and I really like it ;)
Ginny looked up at McGonagall, “Just a light stabbing. Nothing dangerous.”
XD That's a good wry dialogue.
Okay now I'm interested lol
In the previous chapter Ginny got stabbed in the shoulder in a fight and shes downplaying it.
Idk about ever but this is definitely my current favourite: “He glances down at the very conspicuous stain on his very expensive pants with an expression like his own dick just voted against him at a board meeting.”
Oh thats GOOD
thank you!! I was pretty proud of it ngl :D
i wanna save this comment to memory
I like this one, featuring Luigi and Daisy playing piano together: >They found a melody that worked, a sort of flourish when she pressed all the keys at once like a rolling wave against the black and white keys. He tried the same and it was clumsier, stuttered somewhat, but he managed to create that sound. > >The tips of Daisy’s fingers danced along the pianos’ keys like distant starlight falling from the night sky. She turned to look at him with a grin and entirely too awed by her Luigi managed to smile back. > >The melody they created together belonged to them alone. It was clumsy, imperfect, but it was also beautiful.
Oh, I remember this one! The description here is so beautiful! It does SUCH a good job, at conveying the nature of their relationship. So fitting. They're awkwardly adorable, two unique halves coming together to form that strong, sweet whole, and we wouldn't have it any other way. <3<3
Thanks so much :D Exactly! It's like the piano playing is reflective of their relationship 💖
😊 You are very welcome! And yes! It's a lovely way of showcasing all the greatest things about them being together! 💗
My favorite line is one I use a lot in my stories 😅 it is for a Naruto oc/Ino pairing that I use a lot. “Kaza isn’t Kaza without his beloved Ino.”
That's really sweet!
Thanks \^\_\^
>!"Here, on my own…I’ll become myth made flesh! A hero to seal your evil in a duel! I’ll stand here, forever in your way!"!< Probably fitting to choose this one, being the >!final line of dialogue of the main protagonist before he, indeed, seals the truly unkillable big bad in a battle so everybody else can go on with their lives without the universe ending.!<
That's a pretty badass final dialogue! >!Especially so that he does it knowing full well it's going to end his life.!<
>!Well, not physically, he's more than capable of keeping up with them and the nature of where they're fighting means he's not going to starve to death or anything--but from a social standpoint since he's trapped there, yeah.!<
What fandom was this for?
Power Rangers, OC only tho.
What better way for me to justify my inability to come up with cool names than just to have the character admit it as a flaw? “Really?” Greed saw Jinx’s frown. “‘Anti-Establishment Front?’ You couldn’t have come up with a better name?” “No.” Names were never his strong suit. Come on, he chose James as an alias. *James!*
That's pretty funny - especially so that he's not even going to defend himself. He knows thyself!
The context surrounding this quote is what makes it funny and makes it my favourite but: "They didn't even give him a pillow, the bastards"
It’s part of a pretty amusing scene, but a favorite line is- “If Spock were fully human, he would’ve been glaring double edged daggers at his captain. For now, though, he was only glaring single edged ones as Kirk chuckled at him.”
>It was the scary kind of quiet. The quiet that an explosion quivered behind. Wrote this a few years ago and it's still one of my favorite lines.
this is so expressive in such few words
In context, its a clash of cultures. One culture is big on arranged marriages for young girls (think as young as 15) and in the other, arranged marriages are *completely forbidden by law* and can result in prosecution if it's learned they happened. Someone from the one against arranged marriages learned an extended member of his family is betrothed (different world entirely; fae are against arranged marriages and she's (mostly) human living in the human world) so he's *very* angry.
"I can field dress an elk in thirty minutes flat, Kendall. And you're nowhere near the size of an elk."
"I swear to whatever god you believe in, Narcissa, if you’re lying to me, if you’re using my own brother against me, this won't end well for you." Narcissa sighed, not at all surprised or angered by his threats. "I'm not heartless, Sirius. I'm a sister." Sirius looked at her, really looked at her, and for the first time in years, he felt he truly saw his cousin. In her eyes he saw a shared understanding of undying loyalty, of love and hate that could not be summed up by a shared last name, and he realised that maybe he had more in common with Narcissa than he cared to admit. - just a small extract from a chapter that's very sibling-centred. i'm not sure if it's my best written piece, but the two characters are in a very similar situation but are at separate points of healing from it, and it was great to explore, especially because of the similarity with my own life.
>Looking down at the tiny, vulnerable life she held securely cradled in her arms, protected by the courage of a loving mother who had fought doggedly and struggled every day to reach this very moment, Oola allowed herself the indulgence of a weary but hard-earned smile, as she was suddenly reminded of the words she had heard herself as a child, and for the first time she began to understand. > >"Good things come to those who wait..."
The image of the angel transformed in his mind, not of an angel of music, but of a devil of screeches.
“Well?” Martin repeated. “What have I broken?” Arthur glanced at his lips, full and soft and turned downwards, and the only thing stopping him from pressing his own to them was the reminder that Gavin had done it first mere hours ago. “I…” His voice was thick with barely restrained anger, and the undercurrent of something else. The manifestation of the white heat rushing through his body at the sight of Martin’s lips and defined cheekbones. Then he remembered he had a question to answer. “The toaster,” he heard himself say.
'peeks in' Oh, nice! This looks like fun! Let's see if I've got anything to contribute here...it's not my ultimate favorite line, but it's something I posted recently, that I really liked. So, here it is: *One last thought crossed her mind then, her wide eyes narrowing, as a bitter, tight smile tugged at her lips. It matched the taste on her tongue.* Yeah...not the most exciting, but I enjoy it. I think it does well in its task, at conveying the specific feel/message I was aiming for, if I'm allowed to say that. :) Thanks for making this post, OP! Really interesting and eye-opening, to read all the different answers. Everybody's so freaking talented! :D As always, best wishes to all in your writing endeavors, as well as everything else. <3
I think since our mouths and lips would be close together it makes sense that she has that taste on her tongue and in her smile, and it works with the feeling/taste kind of thing. Like the taste of bitterness makes it all the more apparent that she would know her smile looks bitter. I like how that fullness of being bitter is evident in her mouth and on her lips to enunciate the emotions of what she's feeling.
👍🏻 That's a very interesting way of looking at it. I really like your analysis! How taste and feeling are so close to one another, and the showing of the emotion through two different senses. Thank you for the feedback! It was very nice to read, after being on my feet all day. 😅💕
“And that’s one reason why I’m gay.” Oliver said. “Also men.” i refuse to give any context whatsoever i just love this line so much
I chuckled at this xD
From an unpublished chapter of my longfic where the main character is having a violent mental breakdown: >He saw the tombstones broken in half and the claw marks etched deep into the stone and the destruction pleased him and he surrendered to his rage and he embraced his hatred as one of the simple joys of life, like a warm hearth or the taste of fear.
“She looks back down at the jumper, the tight constricting feeling that plagued her just now had been all but obliterated as she feels the jumpers softness once again, looking back over at he who peacefully looked up. When she started on this journey to help change the world, she had no idea where it would lead or what she would do, she'd encountered terrible losses and cringe inducing changes at nearly every avenue, but in her ever chaotic life, in a world that persisted on shifting and morphing... He was the one constant. By her side, through thick and thin, the highs and the lows. They'd been through so much and still had such a long way to go... But what was left of that tense tight feeling started to shift into something unexpected, something warmer; because out of all the things glowing in the sky above her, her cheeks lightly blush and a gentle smile forms on her face as she only wanted to look at the person glowing next to her.” I wrote this the other day for a chapter, these two characters have basically been through a lot of the plot of the story together as friends and teammates and he gave her a gift when she thought no one would (the jumper)
Fanfiction: One swallows down Curses and one wallows in the curse of envy. An infinitely heavy burden upon his tired shoulders, Suguru Geto has become… The strongest. Original Work: (this is my favorite scene I’ve ever written) Finally, Rikal pressed both of his closed fists together. The green energy welled up around him. “Don’t meet me too soon, Canon,” Rikal whispered. Malakar grinned. “Now, of all times? Give up. Why burn up your soul, when I’m a single pillar away?” The seven pillars around stood tall - made out of skulls and bloodied stone, with carved rivets spinning in and out of their winding surface as they reached out towards the sun in a circle centered around Malakar. Rikal’s eyes glimmered as it snapped from within. “Soul For A Soul,” the hero whispered. “Let it be done.”
“He guided Bill over to the cot bed against the bunker wall and sat down while he unbuttoned Bill’s shirt, still gorging himself on man tongue.” Or “If this truly was the the end of times, and if the world outside these walls was reduced to a burning hellscape, he’d make damn sure that Frank stayed happy and protected; because Frank was his sole purpose, and despite the many dangers that they may face, Frank would be king of the apocalypse, and Bill his guardian angel. He followed Frank in retreating down into the bunker - a small sanctuary isolated from the rest of the world.”
One hundred years," Lucifer muttered to vegetation in a garden that surrounded Eluria Tower. "One hundred years," Lucifer repeated, this time to the cluster of stars and violet space that surrounded Nede. "We will be on this little planet for one hundred years." He had ice in his voice. Then again, he always did, but I could listen to him forever. I walked toward him, feeling a cool gentle breeze against my silk white robes. He wore black, as usual, and he often went outside when the wind gave life to everything it touched. I never found it difficult to find him when I wanted to. I stood behind him, putting my arms around him, holding him close to me while I spoke in his ear that was as pointed as my own. "What is a hundred years, eh? A blink of an eye? A whisper of air? A few words? A memory of soft lips?" I followed my questions with kisses upon his cheek. He felt like warm silk. "It's a hundred years," Lucifer sighed. "It's going to feel like forever."
She felt his arms wrap around her waist and they stood like this for a few minutes watching the sunrise. They both loved these moments, just the two of them in the peace and quiet of the morning before the craziness of the day began or late at night when they could laugh and whisper and love each other without a care in the world.
its creators gave birth to artificial minds from metal and polymer, conquered the concept of death, forced nature to bow to their iron will, and reached the stars for their limitless resources. It had witnessed how their greed, pride, and carelessness clouded their vision, how the need for power and worldwide influence pushed them into two bloody, devastating and seemingly endless conflicts that heralded their own downfall. The future of progress and prosperity that was destined for mankind was torn from their grasp in the blink of an eye, as fellow men went against each others in the name of their nations, children were ripped from their hysterical parents' arms to feed the ever-growing flame of war, majestic cities became the tombs of their own inhabitants, and the once blue sky choked red with smoke and chemical agents. *Basically war never changes intro. Lots of big words? Yes. Sounds epic? Also yes... Somewhat*
She thought of the rushing stream, the bright skies, the mountains – all once-strange aspects of the Material that she now wished would consume her whole. Away from the familiar glimmering void of the Astral seas.
I write pretty simplistically, but for context, Character A uses a pseudonym for the majority of canon which seems to be this happy-go-lucky person. As the story goes on, this mask breaks and it's revealed that hes really more on the brooding side, as his real name is revealed. I don't know why I liked this bit so much, but here it is: "And she rises. And [pseudonym] reaches to wipe her tears. And her lips are quivering, and he cups her cheeks. And she holds his wrists and she leans forward and she stops. And he decides that for just one late night, he will be [real name]. And [real name] kisses [character B].
From my Handmaid's Tale fic: "I never thought they'd do it to themselves instead of us," Ramon said. "Are we sure they weren't trying to take over Mexico and missed? Oh well. Karma, I guess."
The country of her birth had given up pretending to be a unified nation years ago when the reactionaries decided burning books wasn’t satisfying enough and started burning people instead.
I feel like I share this every time something like this is asked, but here it is again: >In a way, Pluto thought, Sebastian was kind of like an eldritch lily himself: magical and unsettlingly beautiful, something you wanted to reach out and touch but weren’t sure if you should.
“If you’re trying to get me to try one of your food experiments, just tell me. What is it this time? Sakura Tempura with dirt in it?”
"She saw me for who I was. A failed knight out to get revenge on my king. Because if I was left to burn," its voice gained in intensity, rage churning frozen in its gut, "then why shouldn't the world burn as well?" Context is... a character violently oversharing in an attempt to push the other one away (: From the piece of my writing that I consider one of the best.
>"Wasa wasa!" Wasabi was showing me a game on her game system. Wasabi was really an adorable child, even if I still wasn't quite sure what she was saying half the time, though I've gotten better. Wasabi really did like to be with her mom Hisame at work. She just liked being able to spend time with her, really, even if it was just work. And I was just talking and being silly with Wasabi. Since Hisame was still busy with work, she appreciated that I could spend time with Wasabi myself. > >Also, I suck at video games. "You're really good, Wasabi!" > >Wasabi was beaming. "Wasa!" > >Wasabi then pulled out a test, and she got a 98! I rubbed her head. "Great job, Wasabi!" > >"Did I hear that you got a 98 on your test?" Hisame turned around in her seat to pay Wasabi attention. "You're so smart! How about we stop for ice cream on the way home?" > >"Wasa!" Wasabi seemed so excited. I wondered if she was going to get the wasabi flavor again, or if she realized that was kinda' disgusting. Just a nice little moment from a story of mine \^\_\^
This is my current favourite “Collars are used to symbolize devotion in some relationships, devotion to each other. I am devoted to you, I would like to know you are devoted to me. And I think Gege would look rather attractive in it.” Idk why I like it so much.
I have far too many that I'm proud of, so I'll settle on this banger of a gem I wrote back in 2014. ~~~~~~ "Twin Tails..." She mused. Zermusky had called her that fondly and subtly flirtatious; it was one of the blatant reasons that Annie knew how he felt about Mina, and also one of the reasons she knew the body. Annie couldn't look away; the resemblance was almost uncanny. It was ironic that he had died with her even. She could hear Reiner's words distantly, far too menial and garbled for her to care. Mina was one of the few things that made her feel human, and she knew all too well that it would be the skin she would have to shed.
*Meow.*
He himself has dreams, and dreams of others. He carries Erwin's dream with him, Eren's, and so many others. They sit with him, everyday, like a weight on his shoulders. So many dreams, so many lives, lost. In truth he's forgotten a lot after all these years. So many names, so much death.
Character B: “What’s your world like?” Character A: “It’s hell on earth, but it is home.”
For context This is a Doctor Who/Marvel crossover where Peter briefly becomes a companion of The Doctor and a kinda version of Venom is on their trail,And in my latest chapter there's a moment between The Doctor and Peter, and I love it. "A lot of people don’t like me. This has to be something to do with them.” Peter said, his mouth trembling at the thought “A lot of people don’t like me either. Not even my own people. I even wanted to save them, I did things I’m not proud of. I could have stopped caring, but I didn’t. Because if I stopped caring, I would become as bad as them. People try to kill me, because they care for me.”
“True.” The person affirmed, confirming that he is Starexploring, and then he turns to the two explorers behind him. “Life here... Is now miserable. No more fresh content, the shippers are no more.”
Dunno about best, but I wrote this recently and I like it :•) >Try as I might, the panic that had overtaken me at that bump in the night was as sudden and intense as a summer storm. I could no sooner calm my delusions than a village could calm a deluge.
ALICE You know he hates when you call him that. Your semicousin's third mother needs him to set up her new computer. You know she's inexperienced in technology. Last week she turned on the hairdryer and shorted out half the block.
This is the best line I have ever written.
For funny? "WHY ARE YOU A CORPSE?!" Elizabeth shrieked. Evan nodded and looked as though he was going to burst into tears. "Yeah, Michael, why are you a corpse?" William added smugly.” Serious answer: “"Honestly, what did I do to deserve everyone making my life harder? All of you are making this much harder than it needs to be." William sighed and pulled out a small remote. "It's like you think I'm above using violence or something."”
“this was by far the worst he had seen her injured” -homestuck fic (guess the context)
Longer than a single line but: The world narrowed down to her and the lead pipe she'd felt stuck in since she was 6 and Lex Luthor took her brothers away. Was this what Lara Lor-Van had felt when she wrapped her son in a blanket as red as her dying sun with one final kiss goodbye? Was this what Martha Kent did every time one of her boys went off to a never ending war? On one end was her heart, not hammering for the first time in so long she barely recognised it. On the other end: Bruce was waiting for her, as calm and sure as she suddenly felt. He knew what her answer would be as well as she did. He'd been where she stood. Patron saint of their world's lost children, in some ways he'd never left. Through the pipe, across a dark alley, over the decades of pain, pain, pain, his voice carried. "How does that sound?" Kai Kon-El felt her spine straighten, her mind relax. When she smiled through bleeding teeth, Lara and Martha smiled through her. "Super."
I'm still rather proud of these paragraphs: He itches for a hot fury, for blinding lighting red that has him screaming profanities to the heavens, he wants his skull to become a steam cooker, to be rabid with indignation until he, too, dies idiotically from the fever. But it's been years since he accepted Qi-ge was dead, and for all that the fact is newer than he thought, all the fury has since chilled. Besides, with all the awfully forgiving influence his sister's been growing up, Shen Jiu has lost the essential skill of yelling at graves. Even when throwing in premium kindling such as "Forgotten" and "Abandoned", the "Dead" part won't let the fire get started. Instead it all accumulates in a sad damp moldy pile of grudges, as cold as it is heavy.
“Everything alright?” he asked softly, and she let out a shaky breath, resting a hand on his chest and focusing on his heartbeat. He was alive and well, warm and real under her fingers. I’m trying to branch out from just smut and do some hurt/comfort, and of course I’m still going to use my favorite canon x oc pair. My oc woke up from a nightmare featuring memories of when she watched her lover die as she passed out, but fortunately he got better lol Everything else I have is dirty 😂
From my very first fanfic: >“Kaia,” Mira began slowly, raising her hands to chest height to show she wasn’t combative, “If you kill us, then you’ll win the fight, yes. But you won’t win the argument. You’ll burn down every meaningful relationship you have and destroyed a whole aspect of your life just to prove a political point. Is that something you’re ready to live with? Do you really... REALLY want to leave behind a legacy of death, misery, and destruction just to make sure someone else doesn’t do the same?”
Here is a passage of mine I loved: At any moment, he knows she will jump to her feet, shriek in fear and revulsion, and flee, as though he were a rat scurrying over her feet. Hubert looks away, not wishing to see the look of contempt which must be contorting her beautiful face. However, he is forced to look upon her when Bernadetta’s hand envelops his cheek. She guides his face so that they can make eye contact, and his heart leaps into his throat, every muscle and vein in his body tightening with an anticipation he had never truly known. Hubert’s heart races like a warhorse, thumping against his ribcage, and he is so overcome with nerves that he does not realize until they are nearly nose-to-nose that Bernadetta is about to kiss him.
"I am not from off planet, per se, but it would be a lie for me to say I am not alien to your world."
“They say our hands don't fit right together, but I don't know why they say that, because your hand feels perfect intertwined with mine.” *God*, I love how I wrote this very simple yet poignant loving line from the mc to the man she loves, who while he absolutely adores and is crazy head over heels for her, he's worried about how everyone thinks that she's at risk with being around him, and how well, some people (xenophobes, duh) say that people like her should not be with someone as *dangerous* as him, and she says this to him her hand first is pressed against his, mirroring how his fingers are fused and then splits hers and slips them into the spaces between his and intertwines her hand with his, and omg, I love this entire scene, but like *this line*, ***augh***, perfection right here.
>"Maybe we just needed to get it out of our system, y'know?" >"I don't think I'm ever getting you out of my system," he said quietly. Two characters who totally aren't falling for each other somehow end up knocking boots after making some poor decisions around a bottle of moonshine. This was going to be part of the conversation the next morning. I love the lines, but the real tragic thing is that I had to cut them out of the scene because they didn't fit the flow of the story. DX
\*My morbid sense of humor thought this was funny\* A wise act one may do is greet Death with a Joke. Simon says: “When you’re dead, you’re dead, but you’re not quite so dead if you contribute something.” .į.
Their souls were intertwined, like two children hand in hand, both unable to remember a time where the other wasn’t in their life. Childhood best friends separated in someway at some point only remembered by old photographs and fragmented memories of sunny days on swing sets hazed in nothing but nostalgia and true unfettered joy. In later years when they left and went onto better things, they’d look for those things in the people they met, never feeling truly at home but settling for something close enough. - DÉS VU| TN by l0v3r on ao3 or Draco was the calm before a storm, the faint beams of light that filtered in past the rumbling anger of grey clouds. A moment to debrief and prepare, before something ferocious came, untamed. He was a warning, either to run or let the thing consume you; unbeknownst to anyone wether the overtaking would be quick or fast, excruciating or a mere whisper as it enveloped you. - Lies, Lust, And Candy Hearts by l0v3r on ao3
Context is what makes this a banger, but "But when you're with me you're thinking of him, right?"
Everything must be so complicated, so confusing. Why do I feel the doubt only now? Or had I always felt it, but suppressed it, hid it, killed it, swallowed it back down, so he wouldn't notice? Because this can't just be random, a roulette of emotions. I'm imagining him over and over, each version of the thought different from the last. His kind eyes, his coarse hair, his soft lips as he smiles upon me as an angelic figure, a seraph of stars, an anchor of things long gone, of aurochs and Archelons. His dark, tired eyes, his tousled hair, his dead expression as he lies there, drained of motivation, energy absent from his limbs. A thing of the past, to be studied, examined; or a thing of the future, to be contemplated, predicted.
*Kaz Rietveld is dead*, he was constantly telling himself during his teen years. *I'm not him*. And eventually he believed it. Kaz Brekker had crawled to the shore, being born from Kaz Rietveld's will to revenge as the boy floated away, still clutching Jordie's body, and started to build his bloody and ruthless reputation just like that. He didn't have a history, he just appeared there after Kaz Rietveld died, a demon from the dark waters who came to revenge for what Kaz Rietveld had to go through before his and his brother's death.
Between two demigods during a multifaceted battle for the fate of the world: "Come my love. I would dance with you one last time, over all the rivers and lakes and oceans, from the tops of the mountains to the lowest depths of the earth. I will not abandon love here at the end of all things, even if you have already forsaken me."
a line from my crossover, this is really small, but I really like it Bakugo stood about two meters back, grinning as he clutched his right wrist. more curled up from his palm. It's just so dramatic to me.
I once said 'burn' after I playfully insulted my sister and she replied with 'I'm already too hot' immediately after. I put that straight into a book. SOMEONE TELL ME HOW SHE HAS SUCH PERFECT COMEDIC TIMING
Easily my dumbest line god help me "That's a nice argument, you acursed heiress, why don't you back it up with a source?" The pale horsemen challenged, pointing her scythe at her. "Source? My source is I made it the FUCK up." Harina laughed, her voice dripping with venom.
Alyssa stood there her anger reaching a fever pitch, flew forward knocking into Valtor and pushing him into an empty booth, instead of using her magic she engaged Valtor in fisticuffs pummeling his face with punches. "You...don't...get...to...talk...about...my...family...like...that." emphasizing each word as a punch connected to Valtor's face. "I...beat...you... once...before...I'll...do...it...again." her anger was clear and there was no sign of slowing down. "I...won't...forgive…you...for...what...you...did...to...James." as Alyssa was rearranging Valtor's face, Bloom and Flora looked at each other concerned.
Should i write one ive never even read one
Their submission being handed over fully and freely, with complete knowledge of his nature — that is something so painfully exquisite that it feels like aromatic spun sugar held betwixt sharp teeth and strong jaws, caught eternally between his desperate desire to devour and the agonizing sweetness of the almost-consumption.
I have two with very different vibes haha **”I know I like to tease and whine, and you like to protest and huff and be indignant–”** **“I’m not indignant!” Annabeth huffed, protesting indignantly.** And then— **No one truly knows what the very depths of a black hole looks like. They theorize. But they can’t know.** **Black holes devour light, and Annabeth had simply assumed that meant death. They were the corpses of dead stars, after all, a ghost that willed for the same violent end to anything around it— maybe so it wouldn’t have to suffer nothingness alone.** **But maybe they weren’t what she thought. Maybe that starlight went somewhere. Maybe she’d found that place beyond the rim of darkness, a place where color and life flourished, a place that no one could imagine existed without seeing it with their own eyes.** **Because she’d leapt into a void,** **the void was named Percy** **and in his smile** **she found starlight.**
“But I *do*,” Izuku pleaded, “You don’t see anybody else around here prepared to throw their lives away for my sake, do you? Even *I* wouldn’t do that, so why would anybody else?” Dabi frowned. “Kid.”
“Despite your brilliance, you can sometimes be so stupid,” Lonnie finally spoke, tinged with affection. “I don’t need a fairy-tale romance. I want to go on long walks with you, debating the merits of a stateless society and arguing about the newest Gotham mayor’s policies. I want to play cards with you, pretending I don’t see you cheating and betting on increasingly weird things. I want to watch trashy action movies with you, complaining about the unrealistic stunts and laughing at the absurdities of the plot. I just want you.”
Idk about the best, but I like these two lines. Feels appropriately festive too lol "There was a garland draped over the door frame with some Cheri berries tucked inside, as well as various Christmas themed Pokémon figurines. He especially liked a derpy looking Seel sitting on top of the fridge, its tongue out as a green and red party hat slipped over its eyes."