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[rachaellawrites]

Heads Up, 7 Up

I was tagged by @duckingwriting. Thanks!

Gently tagging: @tabswrites @moondust-bard @zmwrites @mxxnlightwriting @writeintrees @lyssa-ink @vcaudley

Another snippet from The Willing and the Chosen:

Keenan spotted them over Nick’s shoulder, calling out an exaggerated, “Ow-ow! Look at you two!”

“We were worried you might not sh—” Nick broke off as he turned to face them. His cheeks reddened, jaw slackening comically as he took in their outfits. “Uhhh… Wow. Hey.”

“Finally!” Matthias shouted. “The party started half an hour ago.”

“I had to get ready,” Tiffany said. “It’s easier for you boys – you don’t have to worry about hair and makeup.”

Ella wasn’t so sure about that. Under the glow of the lamppost above them, it looked like Matthias had gelled his hair into being artfully tousled, and a heavy, musky aroma floating on the breeze told her at least one of them had put on some sort of cologne.

Was she the only one who didn’t actually give a shit about this party?

[splintergirl13]

Inktober Day 24 Dizzy

@ink-whiskey-seats a drawing of Rowen and Oz from a book in progress called The Wizard and the Crow created by ink whiskey seats

Oz would def be the one to overdo it on the magic

Thought this would be a good opportunity for a forced collab. I do a drawing. Cece does the writing.

Cece, tell us what's happening in this photo ;)

[rachaellawrites]

9 Sentences, 9 Tags

Thanks for the tag @tabswrites!

I'm gently tagging: @zmwrites @moondust-bard @elizmanderson @vcaudley @cee-grice @arionawrites @saintedseraph @human-still-developing @k--havok

Here's a snippet from The Willing and The Chosen:

Ayden scoffed. “She’s fine. It was just a little argument. Right?” He didn’t even wait for Tiffany to respond before adding, “Why should I listen to someone who’s scared of his own sword, anyway?”

Keenan bristled, cheeks reddening.

“Shut the fuck up!” Matthias snarled. Grabbing at the mark on his wrist, he drew his sword, a momentary flash of white light casting eerie shadows over the common room. The weapon solidified in his hand, the moonlight from the windows glinting silver over the blade that was otherwise black in the darkness.

“Oh, is that what we’re doing now?” Another flash. Another blade. In the dimness, Ayden’s grin was eager and demonic.

[rachaellawrites]

Find the Vibe tag

Thanks to @tabswrites for tagging me!

I'm tagging @iced-ginger-tea @ashen-crest @leng-m and whoever else wants to try! Your vibe is: You're never going to let me live that down, are you?

My vibe is: Seriously? Is that all?

I had a hard time finding anything that really fit this vibe, but I grabbed the closest thing I could from The Willing and The Chosen.

“I’ve never actually used mine,” Keenan said. His posture had shifted during Nick’s story and he now leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, hands rubbing together slowly in what Ella interpreted as a nervous gesture. His grin seemed self-deprecating as he said, “Been too scared to.”

“You’ve never used your sword?” Matthias asked, studying the other boy carefully.

“Never.”

“What? Seriously? Come on – it’s easy. Bring it out right now.”

Keenan let out a short, forced laugh, but managed a cocky smirk. “You want me to whip it out? Right in front of you?”

Shoving his shoulder, Matthias said, “Your sword, perv.”

“What about you, Matthias?” Ella asked before the conversation inevitably devolved into more innuendo. “I’m guessing you have used your sword?”

“Of course. It’s easy.” After shifting a comfortable distance away from Keenan on the bed, he placed his fingers against his marked wrist. Matthias drew his hand back and, as though unsheathed from his skin, a spectral sword made of brilliant, golden light appeared. It solidified in his grasp, a blade of sharp, gleaming steel held before him. Looking between each of his friends, Matthias shrugged. “See? Easy.”

Keenan had scrambled even further away from him, posture stiff and cheeks unnaturally pale for his tan skin. “Aren’t you scared of hurting someone?”

“Not really. Shit happens.” But despite his dismissive tone, Matthias let the sword melt back into light and disappear.

[rachaellawrites]

Two Truths and A Lie

Thanks to @vicstmichael for tagging me!

I'm gently tagging: @lyssa-ink @zmwrites @arionawrites and anyone else who's interested.

I'm gonna do this for Ella, the MC of my wip The Willing and The Chosen.

Which is the lie?

Ella is one of the non-magical students at the Academy

Ella is an only child

Ella knows how to skateboard

Voting ended onJul 18, 2023

[rachaellawrites]

Find the Word tag

Thanks to @writeintrees for tagging me!

I'll gently tag @mxxnlightwriting @saintedseraph @arionawrites and whoever else wants to join. Your words are cling, sigh, jaw, and pale.

Try [A New Age of Magic, Book 4]

I had stared him in the face all those weeks ago and been too scared to even try to fight. What if I had ended it all right then?

Wind [The Willing and The Chosen, Book 1]

It made for an isolated drive, the roar of her bike’s engine the only sound to accompany her. The surrounding woods were mostly pines, but a few maples and birches swayed in the wind, gently showering Ella with red and yellow leaves as she sped by.

Bird [A New Age of Magic, Book 4]

“You left me powerless!” she roared. The birds perched in the nearby trees took off in a cacophony of caws and flapping wings.

Gaze [A New Age of Magic, Book 4]

She rolled to her feet with enviable grace and crossed the beach to stand in front of me. At her full height, I had to tilt my chin slightly to meet her gaze. A remnant of old fears rolled through me.

[rachaellawrites]

Find the Words Tag

I was tagged by @dotr-rose-love. Thanks!

No pressure tag to: @saintedseraph @k--havok @authorlaurawinter. Your words are fond, above, smirk, tilt, and ache.

Little (Book 4, A New Age of Magic)

When I slipped back into my body, I was faintly dizzy and a little nauseous from my journey into Micah’s mind. But I hadn’t needed anyone to snap me out of it – that was good progress.

Garden [Untitled Romance]

As she spoke, she gently traced a finger along the soft petals of a pink rose. Then she reached down, grasping the stem - and immediately jolted away with a yelp. "Jesus, Cass! It has thorns; be careful." Nate stepped up next to her, nudging the bloom aside to examine its stem. "Probably need shears or something of we actually wanna take these home. And I'm not sure if we're technically allowed to being gardening shears into the park."

Dream [Book 1, The Willing and The Chosen]

The days passed, but that conversation in the cafeteria wouldn’t leave Ella. Her dreams were filled with men summoning swords to their hands while she was left unarmed, defenseless; every other evening was filled with resentment when Matthias left the dinner table with a wink, not saying where he was off to, but not really needing to.

Car [Book 4, A New Age of Magic]

The upside of the rain was that few people were out and about, even as we entered downtime. Cars rushed past, spraying us with cold water, a clear indication that the drivers either didn’t see us or didn’t care. I tried to take comfort in the fact that no one seemed suspicious of us.

Why [Book 4, A New Age of Magic]

“They were after you,” Farida said softly. She had been staring at [redacted]’s prone form in the backseat, but now turned her gaze to me. In the sunlight, her eyes looked unusually bright, like new pennies. “Why would they separate from the others and go after you? That wasn’t their mission.”

[rachaellawrites]

I was tagged by @moondust-bard! My words are fate, question, afraid, wound, and gaze.

Fate [The Willing and The Chosen, Book 1]

In the hunting and fishing section, she wandered for a moment, looking at the rifles locked in cases, the fishing rods displayed on the walls, and the deer heads mounted up near the ceiling. Their beady black eyes stared down at everyone as though alarmed by the fate of their brethren.

Question [A New Age of Magic, Book 4]

The sky was clear, pale stars winking down at us through the thinning fall canopy. I found Farida leaning against the papery trunk of a birch tree, staring up at the moon with a faraway look. I hesitated before closing the distance, not wanting to startle her or impose. She turned to me at the sound of my approach, eyes questioning. “It’s the ‘probably’ that bothers you, isn’t it?” I asked. “What do you mean?” “[REDACTED] said, ‘It’s probably a trap.’ But ‘probably’ also means ‘maybe not’.”

Afraid [The Willing and The Chosen, Book 1]

“The combat training?” Ella frowned, but resisted asking her next question: Why come to the Academy if you were afraid of fighting? No one was forced to go. Well, at least, no one staying in this dorm was forced. Shrugging, Tiffany traced a pattern on the leg of her jeans as she stared down at her lap. “Guess it’s something we’re supposed to get used to after a few classes. Right?”

Wound [not found]

Gaze [The Willing and the Chosen, Book 1]

At the bottom of the classroom, the wall was dominated by an enormous white board, upon which was written, dead center: Instructor Autere, she/they. The instructor identified by the white board turned from the three other students she had already been chewing out for being late, sharp grey-blue eyes locking on to Ella and Tiffany. Her wire-rim glasses did nothing to shield the two girls from the flint-cold intensity of her gaze. And, as if there could be any doubt that this professor was a hard-ass, her greying hair was pulled back in the most severe, headache-inducing bun Ella had ever seen. “Do none of you understand the concept of setting an alarm?” they snapped when they noticed Ella and Tiffany enter. The older person’s face was drawn into a scowl, the deep lines around her mouth and along her forehead indicating that this was her usual expression. “Did you not consider it pertinent to find where your classrooms were before the moment you needed to be in them? Do you think my time is free to be wasted?”

Thanks again to @moondust-bard for tagging me! This game is always so much fun 😊

Now I'm tagging @human-still-developing @k--havok @gracehosborn @willowtreewrites @authorlaurawinter. Your words are panic, flare, drip, care, and wrap.