Hello Friends It's Been A While Since I Posted Something ~ Original ~ So Have This Rant Writing I Made

Hello friends it's been a while since I posted something ~ original ~ so have this rant writing i made in the midst of an existential crisis. Valeria POV btw.

The fragmented mirror shows her what she already knows. Broken pieces of herself scattered in a seemingly-tidy frame. A neat wrapping for her broken little pieces she can’t pick up and fix. What is the purpose of fixing such a broken mirror? It will never be the same again. It won’t show the same clear reflection again even if it was fixed. It’s permanently broken and it will never live up to its true purpose.

The tiara on her head feels heavier than ever. It’s a beautiful piece of jewelry, made to be lightweight and dainty, but right now it carries the weight of the world. She isn’t strong enough to carry the world or to carry the weight of the blood spilled by and on it. The beauty of it mocks her as she looks into the broken mirror. Nothing she does will ever justify her crown, her position, or the amount of respect she has simply by existing. Nothing about it was ever fair.

Magic swirls in her body, as warm as ever. It pulses inside her, ready to take on her command. Its loyalty is unwarranted, after everything. She gave it away, why would it still obey her? Why would it still warm her body? Why would it still heal her wounds? She will be the first to admit that she is nothing without her magic. It sticks to her blood, warm and steady and loyal, but she doesn’t deserve anything like that. Nothing she does will ever be enough to repay the things her magic has done for her. It’d kill and die for her, and she doesn’t deserve that kind of devotion from anyone or anything as strong as what’s in her blood.

Light gray eyes stare back at her, remorseful and confused. What is she, beyond a vessel for expectations and hopes of everyone around her? Is she nothing else beyond that? Does she have any greater purpose other than serving her kingdom?

It’s hard to say.

Perhaps it’s better to keep that thought to herself for now.

9 Lines, 9 People

Thank you @saintedseraph for tagging me in this game!

Rules: Share 9 Lines, then tag 9 people to do the same

I'll be pulling from the latest chapter of Waking into Divinity. This section isn't grammatically correct in regards to the rest of the chapter, but that's ok in a first draft... I think. Also this is technically 10 lines, but one of those sentences is literally 1 word so...

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Their shopping trip had been quite fruitful--literally--as Casrath's new favorite food, watermelon, was on sale.

Rylie had cut it when they had gotten home, showing Casrath how to do so. He had leaned over their shoulder, his long hair brushing against the top of their back, his breaths caressing the top of their head--

Rylie shook their head to dislodge the memory. No. This was not helpful.

Still, Rylie could not quite stop thinking of the glowing smile Casrath had when he had tore into a slice of watermelon. How he had picked up a second slice and held it out to them, urging them to bite into the crunchy red fruit. Juice had streamed down their chin, much to Rylie's embarrassment.

But Casrath merely chuckled before swiping the mess away with the side of his thumb.

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I'll go ahead and soft tag: @jjm-blogspot @dogmomwrites @faelanvance @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @vsnotresponding @ceph-the-ghost-writer @writernopal @moondust-bard @aether-wasteland-s and an open tag for anyone who wants to participate!

Why did I just rewrite a sentence to make myself feel like I'm actually editing something....

Find the vibe tag

Thanks @k--havok for the tag! My vibe was How could you?

The stone was floating at the apex of the wendigo’s antlers. Sunny took a deep breath to calm her nerves then unlaced her ankles and used her grip on the base of its antlers to pull herself up. It dipped its chin forward to dislodge her but she was ready. Sunny dug her heels into its shoulders and tightened her grip on its antlers to keep from lurching forward. Then, she reached up and yanked the stone out.

The wendigo snapped it’s head back. Sunny lost her grip and fell backwards into the dirt at Harmony’s feet with the stone cradled in her chest. The wendigo started wailing and rammed its antlers into a nearby stalagmite over and over again.

Harmony slowly approached it with her hands lifted up. “Five, it’s okay. You’re fine, everything’s fine.”

Sunny did a double take. “You named it?”

That was a snippet from my short story project based in the Sunny Mage universe.

I’ll be tagging @dogmomwrites @dorthes @faelanvance and anyone else who wants to join. Your vibe will be, Hold on, they’re kinda…

One more scene to write and my first draft is done!! Then it’s on to editing and a beta reader search 🙌🏾

Outsiders with latent trauma create a found family with one another.

Can you introduce your WIP in one sentence?