This is going to be a massive combination post. I was tagged in ‘Heads Up 7 Up’ by @asirensrage & @themaradaniels . I was tagged in ‘Last Words Tag’ by @late-to-the-fandom & @starryeyes2000 .
Since I’m already changing this because I can't do shit in a timely manner, I guess I’ll have to adjust the rules to fit for all:
Make a new post to share an excerpt, bold the last line itself to highlight, and tag the amount of people in that line. Or don’t. Post an excerpt to share or post seven lines of something you’re proud of.... Honestly, seems to me these are all guidelines anyways. I just like reading everybody’s stuff, and that looks to be the point of it all.
Since these are all a combination of others, I’m tagging all of you back, and adding @imagine-you , @joeysjaskier , @mrsmungus , @thecharmedburrowspn-files , @thecaptainsgingersnap & @nejires-hado
Alright, disclosure, I don’t have very much writing cooking right now. My ‘original’ story (I still feel weird saying this - is this really original?) is still in the super vague outlining stage, and my True Blood crossover is mostly dialog. I’ve been going through and rewording Spiral chapter by chapter, which is taking some time, but that feels like cheating since it's already posted. Meh, guidelines. And digressing. I'm bad at this guys...
As she looked up to the entryway, her stomach dropped and threatened to toss up the small amount of food she had been able to put down. At the door was a tall figure with familiar blue eyes. Familiar blond hair. And a very familiar demeanor that loudly proclaimed pompous jackass.
“Motherfucker, how did you get here?!”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think I needed to explain my travel methods to every entitled patron of this…. Fine establishment.”
Even though he sounded like a duck, looked like a duck, she knew she was not in the presence of a duck. Watching his head tilt in confusion only solidified this observation.
