Welp, I was tagged by @c-ones-adults-only-club in a thread that I can’t reblog to reply to because the original author has me blocked for gods only knows why! 🙃 So I’m starting another self-hype writing train.
CHOO-CHOO ALL YOU LOVELY DI’KUTS! 💕 Show me your favorite lines and / or passages from your fics!
From ‘Fireteam Daybreak- Discharge’
Laila summoned her Arcblade again with a bright flash and a violent thunderclap that energized the brick under their feet, and once the air had settled, Laila gestured for him to attack her with a one-handed taunt. “You think you know better than me…? Then show me your mastery,” she challenged, nearly growling it out.
For a moment, Cayde froze, processes halted and mouth lights bright- Laila was a live-wire in every sense of the word, threatening but intriguing, unapproachable; he may have been cocky, but he wasn’t stupid.
From ‘DBH: Illuminate- Coffee Break: Broken Nose’
It was supposed to be their fresh start, their chance at a better life, to escape the abuse and the toxic expectations that they were supposed to be anyone other than who they were: black sheep, troubled kids, the ones “with issues running so deep” adults had labeled them hopeless.
From ‘The Bad Batch: Trespass- A Statistical Loss’
Despite his expectations, the one thing he couldn’t account for was the degree of emotional dysregulation from his concussion exacerbating his own response. He had seen grief like this in the eyes of displaced civilians and retired veterans, but he had never held it in his arms, never felt it deconstruct a soul as he did when Reina reached around his body with their good arm and clawed at the fabric over his back. Tension rippled through their shoulders, despondent sobbing rattled their chest, the mass expulsion of melancholic energy permeated to his very core… the true weight of it was inescapable. ‘Crushing’ turned out to be his greatest understatement in recent memory.
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