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Rainbow Snippets #21

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I know I missed last week, but I was out of town on a NoseWork Trial with #TeamOscar, who did amazing, thank you for asking! In case you’re wondering how the writing is going, it’s been kind of influenced by the losses I’ve incurred over the last few weeks… to include the loss of our own Brad Vance in the last 24 hours.

To people who know and love me, I’m not dangerous and my crisis plan is still in place.

Now on to the reason we’re here—

My Snippet this week comes from my WIP, To Keep Me Safe, which was previously known as I Feel You. It comes from the prologue, and I hope you like it.

I’ve never seen water move like that. I know I’ve never seen the ocean connect with the sky. I huddle in the blanket, still shivering almost violently as I stare across the cab of the van, wondering what I’d have seen if I’d not grasped the hand reaching for mine.

Would I have seen a different world? Would Momma’s faith be true to writ? Would this be… would I be over?

Tears mix with seawater as I burrow deeper in the blanket, watching as we pull into the hotel parking lot and I see Prue standing there.

More to come soon!

Rainbow Snippets #20

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Happy Saturday morning! Here’s my Snippet, and I tried to stay closer to the six sentence goal this time. It made it quite the tease, though. Hope you like! From my current WIP, here’s my Snippet…

I lead her out of the bathroom and into the living room where Lux says, pointing to Quinn, “So this is how you got better tickets and backstage passes.”

I smile, and turn my eyes to Danny. “No, actually…” I clasp my free hand over the top of Danny’s and say, “Danny Saris, this is Lux Hill. She’s one of my best friends. Lux, Danny’s…”

“—Her girlfriend…” My raven-haired companion turns to face me, blushing a little, and her voice is soft. “That is… if you’ll have me.”

Hope you enjoy!

Rainbow Snippets #19

 

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So I’m a few hours late to posting, but I didn’t want to miss it! I’m working hard to make sure I keep writing because it’s truly one of the only things keeping me going right now, since my broken brain is in disagreement with the consensus of family and friends.

Another clip from I Feel You, my current WIP, and yes, I ran a little long at the mouth. Enjoy!

She takes a black Sharpie marker and signs her name across the picture in the tourbook. Then she takes my hands in hers, saying softly, “Lyth, you don’t have to be nervous with me. I promise I’m no big deal—“

“But you are!” I protest, and she shakes her head.

“No, I’m not. You are, Lyth.” She looses my hands then, and I absorb her retort as she signs the promotional picture, and turns her eyes onto my fiction. “And what is this?”

“It’s my… uhm… my book. I based the main character—o-on you.” I swallow hard, finally chancing a quick glance up into her face. “Uhm… Jaylin is a Slayer.”

Her perfect lips, rounded into an O now spread in a wide smile and she gives an approving nod as she blushes ever so slightly. Running her free hand through her thick sable curls, she grins, hushing, “I like that. Jaylin’s a kick ass name for a vampire slayer! Would you like—”

I’m nodding before she finishes asking the question. “Ye-Yes. Could you sign it as J-Jaylin Rayne?” My voice trembles and my insides are all a whirl again as I spell the Slayer’s name for her. What is happening here? I think to myself. Is she flirting with me? She can’t be… can she?

See you next week!

Rainbow Snippets #18

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This marks my return to the Sunday Snippets after a 3 year hiatus. This also marks my first public post regarding any new writing. It comes from my current manuscript, which is F/F, though it has elements of M/M with Quinn and René.

Without further ado, here’s my submission, albeit, a few sentences longer than 6 sentences due to sentence length.

“Ocean?”

I slowly turn my head, not knowing what I will find when I turn, but fairly certain it won’t be a good thing, and yet it’s… René Lyons. I quirk an eyebrow as he continues.

“Holy shit, it is you!” His pitch-lined eyes flicker to the beautiful woman behind me, her hands at my waist, and the gorgeous man in whose lap I sit.

“Holy shit, babe! It’s been for fucking ever!” He laughs wickedly, pouncing onto the couch next to Quinn. “Weren’t you supposed to be getting home tomorrow?”

Quinn cackles, sliding a hand into René’s longish hair, nuzzling his nose. “Surprise, babe!”

I snort in amusement, lifting merry eyes up to Danny’s as I reach for her. “I take it that’s Quinn’s lover?”

She nods, biting my lower lip. “It would appear so. Whatever gives me more time with these lips and these hands are okay by me.”

“Fuck… I’m putting a ring on this, Quinn.”

Hope you like!

Victor Nikiforov, Chechnya, and Protecting This World

So well-spoken. SPASIBO!!! I’m reblogging this and I’m sharing on FB and Twitter, too. You are completely right and it’s all I’ve been thinking of since finding YOI and first hearing about Chechnya. My only thought was Viktor would be one of the ones held and tormented; I HAVE to do something!

SPASIBO for writing this!!! I will help you get this word out!!! ❤

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Stop what you’re doing, because we need to talk about this man:

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Who is that beautiful, blushing, winking platinum-haired specimen of an animated man? That, my friends, is Victor Nikiforov (aka Viktor Nikiforov aka Victor Niliforv aka Vitya aka Ice Daddy). Victor Nikiforov is a Figure Skating Legend™, Extra as Fuck, Probably Depressed and Hella Gay. These are the foundational aspects of his character in the groundbreaking (heartbreaking) 2016 anime series Yuri!!! On Ice. Feast your eyes:

pull-it-out-of-you S.1 Ep.2 Yuri’s Crush vs. Vitya’s Crush

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Victor Nikiforov is one half of one of the most important gay couples to ever grace my laptop screen, and probably yours too. You’re welcome. Ever since I saw the first episode of Yuri!!! On Ice, I immediately related to Victor’s other half, Katsuki Yuri…

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Born to Make History: Yuri!!! On Ice Episode 10 recap, @kubo_3260 is a genius & I want retire to be her handmaiden and make her katsudon & cake

Every. Single. Word. ❤

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I would like to warn our affiliates that we will be running long. Also I have so many feels and this post will be ridiculously effusive. If it were me delivering this as a speech in a bar, I would be drunk, weeping, and there would be rendering of garments. Probably at some point I would begin erecting a shrine to Mitsurō Kubo out of whatever material was at hand, and then it would just get weird, weirder than that was already. Probably sticking to written words is best.

Let me begin with these words: with two episodes yet remaining, and with the caveat that I understand this is anime, not a novel, I am elevating Mitsurō Kubo into my top five authors, and at this point it’s simply a cool-off period (and the remaining two episodes) to see whether she dethrones Henry Fielding as #3 behind Sir Terry Pratchett…

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THROUGH HER SUNKEN DREAM: Part IV

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– IV –

 

A hand slid over her shoulder, dragging her up from the warm depths of slumber. The unexpected delight of her younger brother’s goofy grin sent a smile spreading wide across her lips and she laughed, pushing her face into the soft pillow. “Tris, how are you here? Mom said you were working in Vancouver!”

“Came home especially for my big sister.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her hair. “I’ve a gift for you.”

Rolling over onto her side, she caught sight of Mina dozing in the rocking chair behind him. Tara furrowed her brow. “What’s the gift?”

Tristan, ten years her junior, sat back on his ass, tugging his phone from his pocket and pressing a button before he put the device to his ear. Tara watched him curiously, and when his crooked smile touched the edges of his full lips and he greeted the person on the other end, she furrowed her brow, realizing she’d not caught the identity of the person she knew with which she was about to converse. Tristan laughed at her frustration, and did nothing to ease it as he said into the phone, “Yeah, lemme just hand you to her.”

Tara rolled her eyes and sat up, holding her hand out for the mobile phone. “Tell me who—”

“Sam.”

The name threw her for a loop, and she frowned. “I’m sorry?”

Tristan arched an amused eyebrow as he stood. “He don’t have much time, so get your ass on the phone. You need to speak to him.”

“I need to speak to Sam.” Her words spoken deliberately, Tara blanched. “Wait… Sam?

“That one.” He grinned, jiggling the phone a bit. “Go on.”

Half an hour later, Tara mused as she hung up her brother’s phone. She knew she would never forget the experience, one only Tristan could have finagled. She rarely thought about where he worked or what he did, but his truck-driving job had put him in touch with some of the most amazing people over the years. Lately, he’d been driving for a production company in Vancouver… where he’d apparently met him.

Sam Winchester. Tristan had become friends with Jared Padalecki, and at some point, they had a conversation where Tris convinced him to talk to me, in character, when he called and put me on the phone. Tris understood I needed to speak to someone who could make the distinction between light and dark. Because I’d given in to the dark too easily in the past, because he wasn’t ready to live without his sister, and because nothing else they’d tried had worked; Sam Winchester was the only option Tris felt he had left. Sam was the ace up his sleeve, and he knew Sam could get through to me.

The breeze blew her hair into her face, and she looked at the Call Log once again, seeing JarPad Home 15:38, confirming the call’s existence. She’d left the bedroom during their conversation and gone outside to sit on the deck steps. She pushed the flames of her hair back over her ears, smiling softly to herself.

“How’s my girl?”

Tara lifted a merry gaze to the beloved countenance of the woman she called home. “I’m okay, pretty lady. Still reeling.”

“What was it like?” Mina asked, sitting down one step above her and looping her arms loosely around Tara’s shoulders. “You know… talking to a freakin’ Winchester?”

“Surreal. I don’t imagine many people have done that before.” Tara took a deep breath. “Unscripted, that is. Can’t believe Tris arranged this… it blows my mind!”

“What’d the Moose tell you?” Her girlfriend ran her lithe fingers through Tara’s hair and began to plait the blue-streaked red waves into a loose French braid.

“He told me death was more permanent than he or Dean like to imagine. He told me the process of dying isn’t painless, that it always hurts like hell, but the kind of pain I’d feel wouldn’t begin to touch the pain I’d put my brother through.” Tara leaned back in Mina’s embrace, her hands catching on the woman’s arms when they wrapped around her again. “He told me I was the world to a certain little brother… like his big brother was to him.”

Mina pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “I’m glad you were able to speak to him.”

Tara shifted to lift her eyes to her girlfriend’s gaze. “Me, too.”

“So… we’re going to be here for a few weeks while you heal,” Mina began, her smile warm and inviting. “What would you like to do while we are here?”

Tara leaned her temple to Mina’s shoulder. “You know I’m broken, don’t you? I-I-I mean, you know this is always going to be my fight, yeah?”

“Baby, I know this is your fight. I know you fight you on a daily basis. I know you aren’t—” Mina sniffled as tears slipped down her cheeks. “I know you aren’t going to win every battle. I know why you got the semi-colon and the AKF art—it’s your armor to wear into battle—” Mina slipped down to sit in Tara’s lap. “—but you have to remember, babe, I’m always gonna stand next to you, fight your monsters with you. You have to remember, my pretty Major Tom, you’re a goddamn hero in this story. You’re my hero.” She laughed quietly. “I’ll bet Sam said the same thing to you.”

Tara leaned in to press a kiss to Mina’s mouth, whispering, “I don’t know what to say.”

“Say your story isn’t over yet, that it really does go on and on and on and on—” Mina brought Tara’s left arm up to kiss the phoenix-winged butterfly. “—and you’re always going to live on the breath of a hope.” She lifted the right arm up to kiss the spaceman. “Promise me you’ll always keep fighting.”

Tara’s face creased with the force of the emotion swelling within her. Taking another salty kiss from Mina’s lips, she vowed, “I swear it. I swear it to you, Mina, I swear it!”

 

 

NOT THE END