Fic quotes for the soul

Birdy · Aug 15, 2017 at 7:26 PM

I have a...complicated relationship with the piece this is from, but this one part sticks with me like a bullet in my chest

“When you hate yourself, it's very easy to accept the first good reason someone gives you- religion, biology, politics, it’s easy to agree with their rules when those rules make your hatred make sense. But don't mistake the relief of an easy explanation for feeling better about a difficult truth...don't mistake self-restraint for self-love. If any truth tells you to hate yourself as you are, it's a lie…”
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- The Song of Alexander, CiceroProFacto

Codeless · Aug 18, 2017 at 10:19 PM

'And, strictly off the record and entirely between you and me, while living with Voldemort meant constant fear in the presence of a psychotic killer, there was a certain fascination to learning that men could be erotically excited by peacocks. Up until then I had never imagined such a thing possible. Anything else?'
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ChelG · Aug 19, 2017 at 6:27 AM

Being a parasitic species by nature, the Electric Hedgehog Pokémon had been designed to take advantage of other organisms by any means necessary. At birth, their “cutesy” characteristics like the Rosey’s wink and the Sonee’s natural tripping were meant to adore potential hosts into providing them with food, care, protection, or anything else a baby chu needed to survive. But in the case of a sheltered homebred like Cera, who had grown up with two younger siblings to take care of, this parasitic tendency manifested in a slightly different way. Like any Sonee or Rosey, her number one priority was herself, and only herself. And being the oldest of the children had taught her many lessons in how to exploit her siblings and those around her for her own benefit.

By no definition was Cera fit to take care of herself or her younger brother and sister, yet she continuously played up the “difficulty” of her various “responsibilities”, whining to Sonichu and Rosechu that caring for Robbie and Christine was such a hard, difficult task, and making herself all the more likely to receive greater amounts of praise or presents from her parents. Rosechu in particular loved to shower Cera with rewards for being such a responsible and selfless Rosey. The reality of the situation was that in bestowing so many rewards on their daughter for literally doing nothing, Sonichu and Rosechu had only served to increase her sense of entitlement to the level where Cera now believed that her wish was the world’s command, and anything else could be acquired through whining to her parents or crying until someone gave her what she wanted.

And of course, she was also Rosechu’s daughter through and through.
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Warning for lots of gore.

artistformerlyknownasdave · Aug 21, 2017 at 6:18 AM

“Yeah, I’m a regular sweetheart,” Dave says with pointed sarcasm, and it takes Karkat a moment to figure out which of their respected self loathing is at work, to judge if he’s taking a comment the wrong way or if Dave is putting himself down.

“I think you’re sweet,” He says, as soft as he ever speaks, very seriously.
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(fic is NSFW)

YggiDee · Aug 21, 2017 at 6:38 PM

I hit him in the liver as hard as I could.

It connected perfectly. It was easy to tell, because he suddenly looked like a man who has been punched in the liver. If you think this is a poor simile, then you have never seen a man punched in the liver.
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I read this probably eight years ago (the ff.net version is older) and it has never left me.

Codeless · Aug 26, 2017 at 5:17 PM

Harry wondered if there were a school of leadership that predicated itself on defusing moments of tension with sweets. And why his life was full of its devotees
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ChelG · Sep 16, 2017 at 9:03 AM

"Pooh," said Piglet, "Orcs are certainly one of the Fiercer Animals. Much, much fiercer than Kangas."
Pooh made a noise of agreement.
"But they also seem very Sad to me," said Piglet. "All that Running and Fighting, and the Bosses, and the Big Whips."
"I know, Piglet," said Pooh. "It really doesn't sound very nice."
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/4660866

ChelG · Sep 27, 2017 at 4:24 PM

There was a bit in a PPC mission where Martin the Warrior (a sapient mouse) overheard two transformed human agents discussing boobs and processed it as them discussing "an unusually large pair of birds, or perhaps idiots".

ChelG · Sep 29, 2017 at 8:52 PM

“How are you going to catch a rat in something like that anyway?” she demanded, gesturing to the massive trap. Even if a rat did somehow climb onto the trigger, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that the teeth would snap shut way above its tiny head. “It looks like it was designed to kill bears!”

“Nah mate, bears are way easier to catch. Just gotta offer t'buy 'em a drink!”
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“Those ain't rats,” he said. That, at least, he was certain about. He knew rats. Rat's were terrifying, evil, flesh-eating death machines, there was a reason he'd taken their name for his own. One of the... the creatures in the cage had just clambered down through its maze of a home and was currently eating a big, purple grape that dwarfed its tiny hands. Those were not rats.
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https://overwatch-kink.dreamwidth.org/679.html?thread=1120167

ChelG · Oct 6, 2017

Brian and Wensleydale hadn’t been much help at all. The former tended to give advice along the lines of ‘get really drunk and then tell her how you feel, then if she tells you to sod off you can just say you were plastered and didn’t mean it’. The latter, whilst getting top marks in all of his GCSE’s, seemed even more baffled by the subject of interpersonal relationships than Adam and had mumbled something about maybe looking at a few women’s magazines for inspiration. Adam tried this, but had subsequently come away feeling even more confused than he had been before. How, after all, was he supposed to become a sensitive yet tough high flyer to whom success didn’t actually matter, with the body of male model, the face of a boy band member, the eyes of a movie star and the soul of a poet – but not a depressive one – who could cook (whilst making sure that he still looked tough whilst doing it) and do DIY (but without being too macho about it) and dress stylishly (without of course being fixated with appearance).
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“Tell her,” said Anathema, as Adam helped her to paint the kitchen of Jasmine Cottage.

“Isn’t there an easier way?” said Adam, voice almost pleading.

“Yes, lots of them. It’s just that they don’t actually tend to work.”

That often seemed to be the problem with things that worked; they were so difficult to do.
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https://dreya-uberwald.livejournal.com/37492.html#comments

strictly quadrilateral · Oct 7, 2017 at 6:21 AM

"As far as you can tell, is he under the influence of any oaths, any mind-altering magic -"

"What are you going to do about it if he is?"

"Forgive him."

"As far as I can tell he's of wholly sound mind. What're you going to do now?"
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https://glowfic.com/posts/181

ChelG · Oct 13, 2017 at 7:35 PM

It pained her to see the little nation under attack, really, but at the moment the state could only facepalm. Carolina and Tennessee had similar expressions, but were still intent on the TV.

“Dad.”

“-cause I don’t see Russia nowhere-“
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https://hetalia-kink.dreamwidth.org/73066.html?thread=431764842
(Only funny if you know the reference, I know.)

ChelG · Oct 16, 2017 at 9:53 AM

Sometimes your history comes back to haunt you. Sometimes it brushes by you in an instant, leaving you uneasy the rest of the day. Sometimes it’s there all day, poking at your ribs, gnawing on the edges of your mind.

And sometimes, not often, it’s swinging in a colleague’s closet, poised on a hanger reading “We (heart) Our Customers,” refusing to explain itself or make any sense whatsoever.
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-NSFW, WW2 roleplay

ChelG · Oct 17, 2017 at 8:02 PM

Accidental telepathy:

He made it through the hour by alternating between Tino, who was distractedly nibbling on the end of his pen and also apparently enjoyed fighting in cage matches, and Vash, who was carefully cleaning his assault rifle on the conference table, as well as raising a litter of kittens back in Switzerland.

I do hope Mr. Flufflydoodles is getting enough exercise. If he’s not tie-tie by sleepytime Princess Cuddlybug won’t want to snuggle with him.

I...am...INVINCIBLE!
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coldstars · Oct 21, 2017 at 9:53 PM

You,” McGonagall said as she dragged Harry back to the tower from the neck of his robes, “are singlehandedly responsible for most of the lost points from Gryffindor.”

There was a gasp, loud and long. Fred Weasley stared at Harry, one hand in the air and the other clutching some imaginary pearls. He looked deeply offended.

“How could you?” exclaimed Fred lengthening his “u”s and eyes still locked with Harry’s before suddenly and dramatically turning his attention to McGonagall. “How could you say something like that, Professor?”

“I am deeply wounded,” added George, his gaze lost in the middle distance. His right hand over his forehead in the classic I-am-swooning posture.

“Clearly we have to step up our game, George.”

“Right you are Fred.”

“We should start at once. Lee!”

“I have a hammer” said Lee Jordan. The most ominous words uttered in the halls of Hogwarts.
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Loq · Oct 22, 2017 at 3:15 PM

If The Boss went somewhere official we'd slap an inquisitorial badge on and flank him like good little goons. If The Boss went somewhere unofficial we'd leave the badge off and slouch a little, truly we were masters of disguise.
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rigel · Oct 22, 2017 at 3:39 PM

“Oh, look at the time,” interrupted Brainstorm. “I’ve gotta go. Someone will notice I’m missing by the time you finish with one of your creepy Megatron rants.” He jumped up and loudly said, “No I will not interact with you, vile Decepticon.”

Starscream shrank into his chair. “Yeah, um…you’re…” He glanced around the room. Other bots were looking their way.

“You are my enemy,” said Brainstorm, even louder and more awkwardly. “I do not care what you want or need.”

“Frag. Me.” Starscream buried his face in his hands. “You are the worst double-agent ever.”

Brainstorm turned on a heel and made a hasty retreat. His briefcase clattered along the top of the table, knocking his untouched drink onto the floor and shattering the cube with a loud crack.
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Loq · Oct 22, 2017 at 5:40 PM

They formed up behind their best infiltrator and got ready to storm the place as soon as he hacked the door controls. Then the door opened, and they had exactly .25 seconds to express surprise that anyone would tape several short-fuse grenades to the inside of a top-of-the-line security door.
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ChelG · Oct 24, 2017 at 12:08 PM

"I have battled with oni, England," Japan told him calmly. I once stole the hoshi no tama from a kitsune and won a favour for its return. When I was young, I looked into the eyes of Yuki-onna herself and lived to tell of it." He shrugged lightly. "Perhaps one day I will be able to see them again. Until then, my blindness to my own legends does not make me helpless against yours."
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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7967262/3/Pro-Patria-Mori

Loq · Oct 26, 2017

“You dare not study it at all!” said Solas. “That orb was used for terrible evil. It is tainted by what was done with it - blighted and corrupted, ruined. It will destroy anything it touches. No tools now exist that could repair it. I have walked the dreams of Arlathan. I know of what I speak. You must -”

“I think I can fix it,” Merrill said.

“You cannot,” said Solas. “It would require, at the very least, an arulin’holm.”

“Yes, I know,” said Merrill absently. She was not even looking at Solas; her attention was all on the orb as she turned it over, examining the carvings. “I’ve got one at home.”

“And furthermore, it -” Solas blinked. “You what?”

“An arulin’holm. I’ve got one at home. I put it in a drawer, I think.” Merrill traced a line of carving. “Do you think this is writing? I don’t know this alphabet.”

“It was ancient even in Arlathan, as a matter of fact - What do you mean, an arulin’holm? Where did you get it?”

“From my clan?”

“Ah. Well, no Dalish imitation would be sufficient,” Solas said.

“I don’t think it’s an imitation,” said Merrill. “At least, it worked when I repaired the eluvian, so if it is it must be quite a good imitation.”

“When you - what eluvian?”

“The one I have at home,” Merrill said. “I wonder what the writing says. Did you say you know the alphabet? Can you read it?”

“I - stop that! The orb is not stable! The last thing it needs is more magic!”

“Oops,” Merrill said.
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Someone linked this upthread and it has not disappointed

Also:

“He’s Fereldan, Chuckles, of course he knows who she is,” said Varric. “That whole nation is obsessed with heroes. Well, heroes and dogs.”

“We also like mud, plaid, and the colour brown,” said Hawke. “We have a wide and varied range of national stereotypes."
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