Snippet for the upcoming chapter of “Just Like The Comics” — the late summer/early fall BakuDeku AU break-up to make-up fic that’s meant to crush your soul.
But then.
It happens.
Exactly one week later, when Izuku sees Bakugou, grabbing his mail like he always does, he says a cheerful greeting of, “Morning Kacchan!”
Bakugou must be channeling Kaminari because his brain goes on the fritz. “W-what?”
“O-oh! I… sorry, I’m sorry about that! Just… I-I dunno, it just came out, I’m really sorry!”
Bakugou watches the smaller young man rush back to his house, slamming the door shut behind him.
Well.
“Fuck.”
Teaser to You Think We Need One More Chapter 3: Going Slow Is For Turtles and Snails and Well… F*ck
(aka: the OT4 summer romcom where Bakugou, Kirishima, and Kaminari are neighborly neighbors who wanna invite Izuku Midoriya over for ridiculous amounts of sex tea or some shit what do neighbors even do?)
Everything that happened after that felt like someone had hit the fast-forward button. The monster shouted at Lonnie, the force coming out in a destructive wave that shattered everything in its path. Lonnie jumped out of the way, then dodged another attack, and another, making it look as easy as playing a game of hopscotch. As soon as she got close to the monster she jammed her knee into its stomach. The monster stumbled back and let out a harsh cough, but Lonnie didn’t give it a chance to recover. One punch to the face, followed by a second, and a third, all Marianna and Bree could do was stare as Lonnie continued to hit her opponent so hard that they could hear her fists crunching into its skin. Finally, Lonnie landed a swift kick across the monster’s cheek, the power in her kick so hard that the creature was knocked out cold immediately.
“Holy shit,” Bree whispered. The creature’s face was now bruised beyond recognition, and it didn’t look like it was going to get up anytime soon. She’d never actually seen one of the monsters lay lifelessly on the ground — Marianna’s acidic frosting always made quick work of them. But there it was, mouth wide open, stomach caved in from the crushing blow from earlier. Marianna looked just as bewildered as Bree, but neither girl had time to dwell on the monster in front of them. Dana was already up cheering for Lonnie, and everyone who had gone inside of the store was stepping outside to see the aftermath of the one-sided battle. The rest of the crowd joined Dana in cheering for Lonnie, who stood there and smiled an embarrassed little smile. Both Marianna and Bree looked at each other and quietly wondered the same thing.
Had Blaze sent in a new magical girl?
magnifiqueNOIR episode five: Magical Kickboxer Lonnie Knox
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[Book Snippet] magnifiqueNOIR episode 8: Fit Right In
And Lonnie thought coming out had been difficult.
Though, to be fair, she hadn’t done that on her own terms. Having such a large family meant that it was damn near impossible to keep any secrets. One of her cousins had told another cousin who told the third one, who then proceeded to spread the word to the fourth one and the fourth one’s much chattier sister, who then blurted it out during one of Penny Knox’s patented Sunday dinners.
By then, the story had morphed into an otherworldly being where Lonnie had gone from holding a girl’s hand on the way to school to having a full-blown make-out session in the locker room of her eighth-grade gym class. A mortified Lonnie had no choice but to tell the true story and reveal her feelings for the cute girl in her class, and she swore that no junior high make-out session had happened. She should’ve ratted out her pimple-faced cousin, who she’d seen kissing a boy – tongue and all – but Lonnie had been too busy worrying about her Grand-Penny’s reaction to her liking girls that way. She’d expected some tears and some, “Where did I go wrong in raising you,” but, to her surprise, her grandmother told her cousin off for sticking her nose in other people’s business.
“And I know damn well yo’ fast ass be out there with them little boys,” which had proven that Penny Knox was, in fact, a mutant fresh out of Xavier’s School of the Gifted – a reference Lonnie held dear because her crush had a thing for Storm.
Sometimes we come out of the closet.
Sometimes, there was never a closet to begin with.
And other times… we get an unwanted push.
Don’t be like Lonnie’s cousins.
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NaNoWriMo snippet
It must’ve been written in some Old World Testament: when you’re anxious for school to be over, time decides to take a personal call and ignore the growing line of customers. The slowdown doubled on Fridays, and tripled if the sun was beaming into the classroom to tease the students. “You could be out here right now if it weren’t for Mr. Stewart’s lecture.”
Brylie wondered if she could double check Grandmama’s Bible for confirmation in regards to the Testament and its opinion on school and Friday afternoons. Could she flip through the pages and see that Psalm number something or rather did, in fact, state that school had to take its time ending when the weekend was near? Then again, the elderly woman owned the New Testament – King James and all that – so the old rule may have been lost in translation. Besides, Brylie didn’t want to go anywhere near Grandmama’s drawer of religion, otherwise, she’d be roped into putting on her Sunday best and sitting in the Lord’s house for hours on end. The old woman would probably want her to wear that floral print dress she had gotten her for Christmas last year, complete with perfectly white tights covering her dark skin. Then she’d insist that she put a bow in her hair, probably tell her to straighten it so it didn’t look so wild. Someday Grandmama would realize that Brylie had outgrown the “Just For Me” perm kit and sunflower dress look years ago. She was sixteen now, for Christ’s sake.
Katalynne quietly took in everything Fagan was telling her, letting it process in the back of her head.
Demons were real? Check.
There was an entire world full of them? Check.
These men hunted them down and, for some reason, wanted her to be a part of this crazy operation? Double check?
“Um… c-can I sit down?”
“There’s no chairs in this area,” Fagan frowned a bit because, shit, the least he could do was have a chair at the ready for her.
Now that the first book in our Hunters series, “Seeking the Storyteller,” is out, we’ve decided to write little side stories to go with the book(s). Here is the first one :)
“Seeking the Storyteller” can be purchased at the following:
1. Amazon ebook
2. Etsy physical copy (autographed by authors and includes a free chibi character sketch)
As I sit down at my desk I see a group of women standing at the cubicle across from mine. There’s four of them, but my attention lingers on the one sitting at the desk. Janette Peters. She brings me back to those uncomfortable times of having crushes on people who I could never obtain. In high school, such feelings can be dismissed with promises of it being just a phase or even the elegant lies of you’ll find someone, someday. Such words aren’t used on the twenty-five year old female. You still don’t have someone? What are you waiting for? Right, of course, it’s obviously me who is procrastinating on finding a girlfriend. At least I’m dodging the childbearing bullet, much to the dismay of my mother.
We’re out having breakfast and this snippet just happened.
The signs of Demonology
A small teaser to an upcoming part of the Hunters series. How do you tell that your boyfriend is a demon? Follow these easy steps.
Are you worried that your boyfriend might be a demon? Be sure to ask these three very important questions.
Welcome to all the new followers! This is Snow - Brichibi’s wifey. I thought I’d welcome all the new people who joined this list and share the link below where you can find the first chapter Seeking the Storyteller to read.
Keep in mind it’s unedited because we’re still in that process, but we don’t expect it to change too much. So feel free to read and let us know if you have any questions or thoughts!
http://snowtigra.wix.com/jessicawalsh#!hunters-1-preview/c1ier
Here’s a preview to the first chapter of “Seeking the Storyteller,” the first book in the “Hunters” series. It’s not edited yet, because the editing process hasn’t started with our new editor yet, but this will give you an idea of what kind of book it is. If you’re into modern day supernatural adventure stories, this would be perfect for you :)
Follow the story here: Hunters Tumblr
“Maybe he’s right. Maybe I am the cause of this. Maybe you were normal before meeting me.”
Gable Peterson isn’t the type to get into fights.
He’s had disagreements with people, yes, but it has never reached the point of needing to ball his fists to defend himself. The closest he’s come to violence is his father’s hunting. The older man has taken him out a few times and Gable has held a gun, however, he’s never had the urge to fire it.
Gable Peterson is also one of those lucky, gay kids who doesn’t have a tragic back story. He was never bullied, never hated, and though he knows that he was never completely “out of the closet” he’s seen with his own eyes his parent’s acceptance, once upon a dream. He’s had his parents sit next to him and offer their support regarding Avery’s disappearance, has had his mother wag her finger at him for not telling her sooner. She’s expressed disappointment about not being able to make his boyfriend a home cooked meal, already creating a menu in her mind in regards to what she should cook.
Gable’s heard stories of boys like him being beaten up, or made fun of, for “being different.” He knows there’s organizations on campus that offer nothing but support and kindness, knows there’s “Safe Zones” and he knows that It Gets Better.
Despite the number of times he’s gone through this nightmare, he – foolishly – never once thought that he would play the part of the victim.
***
It looks like my next book will be out right on schedule: November 1st! I’ll have links to where it can be purchased when I get them. It’s my very first gay romance novel, but you all know me, the “romance” part has to be complicated in a weird, supernatural, nightmare inducing way ^^
Here’s some news about my next book. It looks like it’ll be ready right on schedule! Before release I’m looking for reviewers of the book, so if anyone knows any places I should try (or if you’re a reviewer yourself) let me know, my publisher gives me free electronic copies to distribute to reviewers. Reviews would be wonderful to have on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads, and personal blogs.
To my new followers, I have a writing blog you can follow to keep up with my writing :)
