YOUR CHARACTER IN 10 QUOTES !
tell us your favorite quotes from your character. give us an idea of who they are by the things they’ve said. then tag your friends
5 quotes from threads:
Aposynthos @ Burns / @vitalphenomena: “Eat shit. I’ve got canine supremacy to uphold.”
Feyd at Xor / @lightning-arias: “So you just, what— hang out here? Hassle people for baked goods?”
Ghani for Paul / @godresembled: "The room in my head that is yours," almost idly, the way one names a star one has always known, "Is the loudest. I thought you should know."
So many with @vuulpecula but:
Preacher!Khan at Alexei: “Oh, and god bless your soul.”
Lankiveil!Feyd: "The empty hands are still hands." ... "The walk is still a walk. Iskaldr doesn’t ask you to come full. It only asks that you arrive."
Southern Gothic au Agonia: "Look at you. Making promises like they ain't just pretty corpses waiting to rot."
Feyd: "She will be my na-Baroness. She is carrying my heir." (And, same thread): "Now, what's one daughter in place of another?" ... "And I'd prefer not to cause a scene when your sullied daughter is preoccupied, swollen with my heir."
Ragnar: "I could say sorry. I could ask your god to forgive me, if they are listening better than mine.”
Vera: "He said he'd drive me home."
cult!Feyd: “You asked why out here. No one chooses this place, Fox. You grow in it, or you calcify. Better to start where you’re already rotting.”
Lankiveil!Vera: “Núvraak. Sacred breath. The ink is whale ash and bone. If you die and come back, someone tattoos you. Otherwise the rest of you doesn’t always come home.”
Southern Gothic au Agonia: “Maybe we are all ghosts. That’d suit me fine. There are a lot of ghosts without names.”
Feyd and so many with @petitsdieu but:
"I'd fucking marry you." / "Marry me."
"Your womb is mine."
"I'm a vegetarian."
“If you starve yourself and die, I’ll eat your liver first. I think you’ll make me fond enough of you to leave some. For what we spawn.”
“You know,” he slurs, tongue heavy but intent, a line of saliva connecting them, tethering, “I think I was made wrong. There’s too much hunger in my head, Hara. Not just for you. For everything. It’s like if I stop biting I’ll die. Like if I don’t keep at your bones I’ll fade out. I need you—” a full-body shudder, “—like marrow. Like I want you inside me and I need to be inside of you. I want to eat the part of you that hurts and make it mine, so you never have to feel it again. And so you have to feel it forever.”
“I want to come back as the flesh inside your mouth,” a whisper, on the off chance he’d let himself leave this mortal coil before her, marked in tooth-nail as he'd drag all else with him, “So when you cry, I’m the first to taste it. When you can’t say my name, I’ll still make the sound.”
5 quotes from lore (some written, some unwritten):
From some Agonia/Ar.cann fanfiction:
"I could have just as easily left you to rot," she said, lowering her voice so it was almost hoarse. "Instead, here you are, haunting my ugly armchair like a second conscience." He did not blink. "I am not your conscience." "Good. I'm getting tired of ripping things-- and people-- out of my skull."
Same fanfic:
"You could have let me die," he said, not accusation, just a statement of possibility. "Or killed me yourself at any point in the aftermath." "And deprive myself of the pleasure?" Hildr peeled her lips into a grin, all white enamel and sharp canine and threat, but let it soften at the edges. "I have a weakness for broken things, and you, darling, are the rarest kind: still functional. And self-aware."
From a Hanahaki Agonia/A.rcann fanfic:
Lana sits on the next weight bench, her silhouette a neat disturbance, a shadow with secrets. “They say Zakuulan flowers are carnivorous, that they root in the corpse of their victim and thrive for centuries.” "Sounds like an improvement," Agonia says, and wipes her lips.
A thing from Vera's story:
... he speaks without looking: "You’ve become very adept at turning knives, little bird." “My tutors say it is genetic,” to Vera, an answer, savoring the term of endearment like a pill on the tongue— bitter, meant to be swallowed, evidence of love in a House that does not name it, “Or perhaps I’m just desperate to catch up. Fathers are always a little taller in the eye of the child.”
From one of my novels:
He let the taste sit bitter at the back of his throat before finally speaking. “They’ll send someone, you know. When you’re gone. I think the diocese already has a man for the job.” Logan’s nose wrinkled, as if John had suggested leaving the doors unlocked at night. “Those boys never last. Not here.” He coughed, a rattle with a wetness to it, and wiped a thin strand from his lip. “They’ll try, but Wolfpine don’t eat store-bought souls. Has to be homegrown.”
From another one of my novels:
Dr. Mei Zhang materializes at Khalil's side. The exobiologist sizes her up with a clinical gaze, peering over her glasses. "You're the neuroscientist. Your paper on microglial plasticity was... controversial." Eleanor feels her spine stiffen. "Science often is." "Not when it's sound," Zhang replies and the exchange is already over, the lines drawn. Eleanor is glad for it; she prefers knowing her enemies.
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