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A tease for the next chapter of WATN
Apologies for no update today - the chapter is written I just still need to read through it and expand on some sections I’ve highlighted. I’ll try and get it ready for posting next week.
Have this tease as something to tide you over until the next update
Chapter Tease for Interrim #9 - for more chapter teases, or worldbuilding bits, I have a discord where I rant about characters being stupid, and I share writing process things.
They didn't, because they hated themself more. At first they had been mad, mad at Aster for making this choice, for dragging Lady Toriel to confine them here. Then they were furious, because Aster went and blew himself up and got himself stuck in the Void like a damned fool. For so long that vacillated between mad and furious. They would take trips into the between spaces for all those years just to yell at Aster for being the meanest, cruelest monster in a state of not-quite-alive. Aster never listened. He had been still, like a statue. He watched, eternally. He did not see Rivers, he did not care. So Rivers decided not to care. So Rivers stayed away. Then the mage-monster fell, and the looping twist of time suddenly stopped for a heartbreaking year. A year where monsters were able to be free--except for Rivers. Rivers who had been confined to the waterways, who could not step foot on the ground. Rivers who had been left when the Underground went empty. Rivers who had looked, and watched, and waited. Surely Lady Toriel would set them free? Kin were able to see the surface, surely Lady Toriel would let them, too? Lady Toriel did not. They remained. They always remained. Time looped back, and suddenly they weren't alone anymore. Suddenly their quiet paths were loud again, and there were kin again, and there was a barrier again. All the bite of bitterness turned into bitter amusement. They had thought the looping times were done, the twisting paths of Void folding the world back upon itself finished. Instead the true hell of it had finally begun. To themself and only themself Rivers swore not to interfere; they swore it on the Void that made them. If Lady Toriel could not be damned to let them free when the rest of the kin were freed, then they would do nothing to aide nor hinder what retribution was to come--and what a retribution it was. The little mage-monster, savior in one breath, killer in another. They had found their travails through the Underground so amusing. They wondered what the little kin wanted.
My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Twenty-Two TEASE
TEASE BELOW CUT!!
Another Bit of Teasing
I’m having fun teasing you all with little snippets of chapters I’m working on. I chose to share this one cause I just loved how the banter came out. Got about 18 pages to chapter 7 written and more to go, but going to take a little break and kick back for a bit with a movie, so here you go.
(From chapter 7 to For Cayde: Shadowkeep And Beyond)
A loud bang rang out and the Shrieker opened, howling as it sent out powerful Void orbs in the direction I assumed it believed Cayde was. Knowing Cayde, though, he’d made the shot to get it to open up, then dashed off to another spot so it wouldn’t be able to focus on him. Sure enough, another loud bag rang out, but from the opposite side as the previous one, hitting the Shrieker dead on, making it shatter, its low wailing cries following sporadic orbs of void light as they flittered about and disappeared, the pieces of its outer casing spinning through the air and hitting the walls before crumbling to the ground.
“He makes that look so easy,” Ghost said.
“What can I say? Some got it, Little Buddy,” Cayde confidently told him over the comm.
“Mmm. And some are just old and have been doing it a long time,” Ghost teased.
“Pearls before swine,” Cayde told him.
“Age before beauty,” Ghost countered.
“Glad we agree, since, technically, you were around before me,” Cayde countered back.
“Yes. I was. And, by your own logic, while I may be old, that would also make me the pearl … and you the swine. Wouldn’t it?” Ghost offered.
“Damn it,” Cayde cursed under his breath. “Well, at least I’m a beautiful swine. You’re just an old pearl!”
Ghost actually chuckled while I laughed. I had a feeling a lot of the banter was more them trying to keep my spirits up than anything, even though they did like to spar with each other. I had absolutely no doubt Cayde had hatched a plan with Ghost that they’d just playfully dig at each other when it seemed needed to try and make me laugh, like Cayde had done years ago over the comms when I’d been deep in Hive territory both here and on the Dreadnaught. And, oh, how I adored both of them for it because it was, indeed, working.
“Ah, shit,” Cayde muttered. “Got a Knight up here,” he said, his gun ringing out in the darkness again. “Whoa, big boy! Not the toes! Not the toes!” I saw Cayde leaping backward out of the way. “Also got another set of doors opening!” He warned.
This chapter has a lot of parts to it, so I’m not going to give an estimate on when I plan to have it done, since I’m not sure, myself, but I am plugging away and hope it’s not too long from now! 😊
Chapter 2: Dewey
Word count (and a sneak peek snippet)...
1023 words in The Now We Can’t Escape.... look for the next chapter to update sometime in the morning on 9/5 (U.S. time)...
here’s a little snippet...
ATBoDaB Chapter Tease
Bucky settled onto the bed to your right and you rolled lazily into his arms, teeth nipping your lower lip at the sweet ache in your thighs. The metal plating of his left arm was body-warm, the ever present hum and whir fading into the background as he cradled your body close, flesh fingers tracing the curve of your face, your shoulder, your waist. And despite the dreaminess of his gaze, you could practically see the wheels turning in his head before he spoke gently. “You gonna wait for me, sweetheart?”
Something told you there was the barest hint of real concern flittering around his brain, but he covered it with a playful smirk as he toyed with the ends of your hair. No doubt he was trying to keep the mood light and you were more than happy to oblige. With a wide-eyed grin, you reached to cup his jaw, thumb slipping across his stubble while you chuckled “Oh, how many girls did you ask that back in the day, Sarge?”
“There were no girls,” he huffed out in a quiet laugh with a slight shake of his head. But then he pursed his lips and scrunched his nose in a mock look of consideration before smirking again. “Well... there were girls. Just none I would’a asked that. None I pictured myself comin home to.”
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“I dunno, Buck. There was that guy at Stark’s party,” you sighed, smirking at the confusion that crossed his face. “You know, that bartender? Had his eye on me the whole night.”
The deep, incredulous laugh Bucky sputtered out shook his whole body, scrunched his face as he shook his head. “Christ, baby, you mean that geriatric with Coke bottle glasses? The one who kept shoutin ‘Excelsior!’ every time somebody put a dollar in his tipjar?”
“What can I say? I like ‘em old,” you shrugged, trying to feign nonchalance and failing as your heartbeat stuttered at the sight of his unchecked amusement. “The older the better.”
“Well,” he clucked his tongue with an affronted look while he played along. “S’pose it’s a good thing for me that Thor’s already taken by Dr. Foster.”
a little tease of the next chapter of watn
might post it later tonight because next week I will only be posting on tuesday as i am off on holibobs next thursday
