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I kinda somewhere vaguely remembering promising snippets. Although I am a grumpy little gremlin who truly does not do the social thang… I can say it’s shaping up to be a banger. Will this part stay in? That’s in the hands of my extremely capable beta. Thanks, dude. TIA x

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Thirty hours ☠️ I think my fingers are going to have callouses from this much typing.

Cheeky heads up that yeah, I did have to scrap my *whole first chapter* and redo so it has been an extremely sweaty and coffee fueled weekend. The good news is that chap will get dropped ✨here✨ just after the fic goes up. Goddamn!

Edit edit: this is an old version yes there are errors also YES a bitch has a brain injury. Be nice thx

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West rewrite, snippet

Fucking BOO! I am still determined to rewrite West to bring it up to the standard I know it can be, and while editor-san is still busy... idk. writing brain go brr! Enjoy ;3 xoxo Jinx

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River Deep chapter 5 snippet

HI! It's been a fucking minute! I half killed myself to get this out, but 'tils says it's good and that makes me feel better, have a snippet on the house! Out in full approximately tonight xoxo Jinx ---

With a reluctant sigh, Zoey peels herself away from Rumi’s broad shoulders, smiling goofily as she grabs her with both hands to drag inside. “It’s way too warm for that… but fine. Kaja kaja kaja, my curry puffs are waiting!” Mira and Rumi share a fond smile, the taller girl’s eyes drifting down to Zoey’s novelty slippers with a resigned sigh, but she keeps her comments to herself, simply climbing the stairs to slide her own house slippers back on with a doting shake of her head. Zoey shoulders the door closed behind them, the house warm and smelling wonderful with gently steaming containers already spread across the kitchen counter, Rumi’s mouth watering in anticipation as her girlfriend forces her down onto a bench and drops to her knees to begin unlacing her heavy duty boots. Glancing down, her forehead wrinkles in confusion before she meets her partner in a question. “These are your old ones. Did… something happen, today?” Out of the corner of her eye Rumi catches Mira stiffening as she moves about the kitchen, her head snapping to attention as she keys in on the girls sitting in the entryway. Rumi swallows, averting her gaze as she shakes her head and huffs out a frustrated sigh. “Uh, they’re… back at the station. Wet. There was um, a burst pipe, and everything got pretty soaked.” Glancing up, she meets Zoey’s gaze tiredly. “To be honest… it was a fucking mess. Maybe… this was a mistake.”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

BOO, BITCHES! I have to be up at four for ungodly reasons so YOU get a chapter! Rah! Long time coming, I really fucking hope you enjoy it! I worked extremely hard to bring it to life and I really hope I did the thing! xoxo Jinx