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Y'know what would be so dope?

Finding someone who could draw my book as a graphic novel. That would freakin' rock. I've already written the book version, so to find someone to team up with and turn it into a graphic novel for more readability—would be dope.

AX

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I don't know. I can't sing very well, but here are some vibes for TWFA. Imagine Andy singing this to Xander sitting beside a campfire on the night they got married. </3

I had written a song for TWFA before, but when I got a new phone I forgot to transfer my notes, so it's lost forever. 😭 It was definitely better than this.

@lyra-brie are you still active?

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Can't stop imagining Xander wearing a "I ♡ the Lost Princess" croptop. Except the heart symbol in Ambition does not mean the same as in English. His shirt reads "I fuck the Lost Princess".

This makes Andy very blushy and cringey. Markuus and Aimee are losing their shit laughing. Saedi is trying to convince Xander to take it off for Andy's sake. And Xander says he'll never take it off again. It's his new favourite shirt.

Someone draw this please. 😂

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AX together. They sure do make an awkward couple. ^-^

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Camp NaNo Day 5

519/66 words.

74% of NaNo goal.

3742 total words.

Snippet:

I turn slowly to Xander, watching his face for a long moment. He looks to be at war with himself. The corners of his lips keep twitching as if he wants to say something. He suddenly meets my eyes, surprising me and making me want to turn away. Instead, I offer him a shy smile. 

“I don’t want to not be married to you,” he says quietly before looking away again. 

I nod slowly, unsure of what to say. I always wanted to fall in love and get married. I wanted someone there for me no matter what, who we could love and support one another. If it is going to be anyone, my soulmate seems like a safe bet. I nod again. This time for myself. 

@lyra-brie

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I made a meme!

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✨️AX Trash✨️

Written purely for my own enjoyment and to get myself writing again. Unedited.

Flash fiction.

304 words.

Safe Haven greets with a chilling warmth. I lean heavily against the cool stone wall, catching my breath. The weight of the war rests heavily on my shoulders as I try to find a moment of calm. I bring my hand up and wipe my face—only to leave more of a mess than I'm sure was there to begin with.

I open my eyes and see blood on my hands. The blood of my mother's people. The same blood that runs through my veins. Bloody blue handprints stain the wall where my hands were.

A short man comes to stand beside me. He leans against the wall in the same fashion that I just was. His thick oily curls are caked in mud and hanging down past his face, hiding his features from my view.

My heart skips at the similarity to Xander's height and his own curls. I force myself to look away from the man while praying that by some chance it might be him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see him pull away from the wall. A bloody red handprint dries silver next to my own blue handprint. My head jerks in his direction.

His eyes widen at seeing me. He hesitantly reaches out for me. I pull him into me, pulling his head up toward mine. His hand weaves into my hair, pulling my neck down to his height and resting my head against his own.

My eyes fall closed as I relish in this single moment of mirth. I shove every other thought away and allow myself to just be happy that Xander is alive.

"You idiot," I whisper with a smile.

"I missed you too." He grins up at me, tilting his head to meet my eyes.

His long eyelashes leave butterfly kisses on my skin.

Tagging because you seemed interested: @lyra-brie @another-white-hole

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Thinking about posting a Flash Fiction series staring ✨️AX✨️ here on Tumblr instead of actually writing my book for the rest of the month... Anyone interested?