I Don't Trust These Untitled Blogs That Keep Following Me...

I don't trust these untitled blogs that keep following me...

Whenever I read an angsty scene I get these chaotic butterflies in my stomach, and I love it.

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…

Finishing up the penultimate scene on this lovely rainy afternoon.

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!

Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.