He drank the rest of his tea and nodded. With a full stomach, he would have more energy to show her to the store she was trying to get to.
Jumping out of her seat, she pushed in her chair with her foot. Coffee clutched in one hand she beamed at him as she waited for him to get up. Hips moving side to side she practically buzzed at the idea of the shop, that was hopefully the right one, was so close.
A writer is a world trapped in a person.
Q:(/Black bird for Whale)
Send me “black bird” for a darker memory of my muse’s past
Whale felt the air cut at his throat. He felt as if he was breathing knifes, the air was too thick and the coppery taste of blood filled his mouth. Hacking he felt the thick life liquid fill up his blow hole. Rolling his head back he tried to focus on the lights above him, but it all just blurred. Still the cold concrete wall felt soothing on the bruises.
Mentally he went over everything that was broken; his left arm was broken, his right had a large chunk removed, and he couldn’t feel his tail. So far his day was going well. He had been stupid to go into the tunnel by himself to start, he was even stupider to think that he could beat Stumps and Will to the old station. He might have actually made it too if he hadn’t run into Commodore hadn’t tried to collapse the tunnel on him. Then again maybe punching a lion in the mouth wasn’t the brightest thing he had ever done, but he did learn from Malice.
Curling up farther, he tried to breath steadily. He just hoped someone would come and find him soon. Feeling his skin start to dry out and crack he wondered if he would ever be able to use his tail again. He hadn’t even looked at it since he heard the sickening pop from when Commodore had slammed him into the wall. He felt it was best not to.
"No, no, that is okay!"
Lazzy didn’t pull it back right away. A smile on her face as she tapped on the plastic lid, “are you sure?”
"I am sure!"
She pulled the cup back and sang, “You’re missing out.”
Drumming her fingers along the smooth cup she took another sip before asking, “Ready to go?”
Headcanon Meme Time!
⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do
⏀ describe their usual smile
⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?
❧ describe their usual sleeping position
✑ describe something they like without naming it
✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?
❖ describe their hands
❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying
§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?
❤ describe how they show affection.
✭ what is one of their favorite items?
Critique, as a noun, is defined as a detailed analysis and assessment of something, esp. a literary, philosophical, or political theory. As a verb, it is defined as evaluating (a theory or practice) in a detailed and analytical way.
So, anon or not, critique me. Be honest with me, please. I constantly want to improve on everything, from my writing to my characterizations. I’ll have my submit open so you can write as much or as little as you want.
((Mun is going to role away to Barns and Nobel to see if she can find some sweet mythology references before this stupid paper causes her to kill someone.))