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Thank you! This is from something Briar and I are collaboratively writing, set in the Fusion AU!
Hearing her thump up three more steps in rapid succession, Freddie let out a shriek before hurtling up the stairs, almost on all fours, and skittered down the hall. Bella smirked and nudged the darkly dressed girl beside her, “Kids, am I right.”
Aster nodded, her small smile mirroring Bella’s self-satisfied smirk. Catching her eyes, Bella watched a fond light come into them. Strange.
Tagging: (no one is obliged to, of course) @rose-of-sharon-cass @charles-joseph-writes @wordwizards
heads up 7 up!
tagged by @crystallized-ink <3 thank you so much!
rule: post the last seven sentences you wrote
from broken halos
Warmth rose to her cheeks, and Vivian leaned back into their arms. “Is that so?”
“Well, nothing ever compares to you.”
“You remind me of the sunset,” she said, each word marked by her gentle accent, “with all your warmth and color and… just everything about you.” Vivian hummed softly, leaning up to kiss their cheek. “And, god, you’re stunning.”
“Does that make you the moon?” River asked, almost teasingly but not quite.
tagging: @apocalypsewriters and @pretend-im-normal (but no pressure at all!)
Heads up, Seven Up
Well look at that. She’s posting a tag game. Thank you @imaginativemind29new I genuinely didn’t think I could manage this one because the last thing I remember writing (coherently) was some Spanish homework, but apparently instead of doing my physics final (in class) I was writing, so here you go.
This post is dedicated to my academic chaos and my bruised rib (it really hurts btw I am being so brave and strong rn you don’t even know)
This is from my pirate book!
If Lucy had thought the siren couldn’t look any angrier, she had been wrong.
“Stand down,” the siren hissed, and Lucy had laughed.
“No.”
The screaming started again. Lucy would not win this fight, would not injure her crew in the place of the siren—but she would try.
She failed.
And now here she sat, in the brig.
When the door opened, it did so with a slam, rattling the walls with supernatural force.
The siren filled the doorway, blocking the light, dressed in sailor’s clothes. It felt wrong, to see a creature of the sea in clothes from the land, but there they were.
They appraised her, as if attempting to read the thoughts on her face. Maybe they could. There was little information on sirens, other than fairytales and ghost stories.
Lucy presumed the people who discovered information about sirens firsthand now lay at the bottom of the sea, rotting.
The siren smiled.
“Hello, darling. Let’s talk.”
I forgot how much I like ending chapters like that. Anywho, here’s my tag victims (with no pressure, darlings) @jay-avian @ettawritesnstudies @clairelsonao3 @writingwithcolor @writersandkitties-blog-blog-blog @wildbooklover @hojo76 (hojo you don’t write but you won’t notice my goddamn posts unless I tag you, and you’re the one who gives me writing prompts that you never even READ, so I’m salty. So deal with it)