HERE'S A MEME
Writing meme, stolen from the fantabulous 1st_eggokage!
Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!
1.It wasn’t paranoid to be used to things trying to kill him.
2.That may not be really who he is, or who he wants to be, but there are some things he can’t bring himself to forgive, and there’s a dark stream of thought in the back of his mind, spewing that ‘ruling as father and son’ bullshit that got old about ten minutes after it stopped being a spoiler and started being mainstream.
4.They’d both sort of always sucked at this, even when they had been at their best.
5.His smile twisted into a wince as fingers burrowed their way into his hair and yanked tight, trying to get his attention.
6.Even the far off little glimmers of when she wasn't missing any pieces or parts and people used to watch her with glee-filled, loving eyes can't compare to the awe she sees when he takes everything in, watching, and making care that she notices every little thing that could make her world that much brighter.
7."Regardless of whatever duty to the people we’re doing, there’s still people coming who want glory and will take what they can get"
8.She shifts and his fingers catch on the accents of her coat, a moment later he resettles too, shifting so he’s still holding onto her just as tight as he was before.
9.She’s one of his best friends, and he loves her more than he can say because he’s never told anyone, even his brother, how much he loves them.
10.There was something to be said for making it clear you were uninterested before someone thought to speak.
11.“The ninja wannabe and the psycho. I think you know them both. They’re both short, loud, and like to think they’re female-“
12.Likely she couldn’t kill him, not in any permanent way, but that still would leave a few days unaccounted for that she could do whatever she wished.
13.It was an odd thing to have to unpack boxes he’d never packed.
14.Her hair was long and drawn back out of her face with a black ribbon, and her toes barely reached the floor from the piano bench, patent leather shoes making tiny scuffing noises each time she kicked her feet.
So. Who wants to guess how many of these are Trauma's pov, guys? XDDD
Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!
1.It wasn’t paranoid to be used to things trying to kill him.
2.That may not be really who he is, or who he wants to be, but there are some things he can’t bring himself to forgive, and there’s a dark stream of thought in the back of his mind, spewing that ‘ruling as father and son’ bullshit that got old about ten minutes after it stopped being a spoiler and started being mainstream.
4.They’d both sort of always sucked at this, even when they had been at their best.
5.His smile twisted into a wince as fingers burrowed their way into his hair and yanked tight, trying to get his attention.
6.Even the far off little glimmers of when she wasn't missing any pieces or parts and people used to watch her with glee-filled, loving eyes can't compare to the awe she sees when he takes everything in, watching, and making care that she notices every little thing that could make her world that much brighter.
7."Regardless of whatever duty to the people we’re doing, there’s still people coming who want glory and will take what they can get"
8.She shifts and his fingers catch on the accents of her coat, a moment later he resettles too, shifting so he’s still holding onto her just as tight as he was before.
9.She’s one of his best friends, and he loves her more than he can say because he’s never told anyone, even his brother, how much he loves them.
10.There was something to be said for making it clear you were uninterested before someone thought to speak.
11.“The ninja wannabe and the psycho. I think you know them both. They’re both short, loud, and like to think they’re female-“
12.Likely she couldn’t kill him, not in any permanent way, but that still would leave a few days unaccounted for that she could do whatever she wished.
13.It was an odd thing to have to unpack boxes he’d never packed.
14.Her hair was long and drawn back out of her face with a black ribbon, and her toes barely reached the floor from the piano bench, patent leather shoes making tiny scuffing noises each time she kicked her feet.
So. Who wants to guess how many of these are Trauma's pov, guys? XDDD