Yup, that was Nugget you drew! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
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Any progress is still progress. That’s pretty good you’re getting a chapter per day 
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Very important thing to do.
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Yes, 
cause the other MC was getting grumpy and he gets hangry when he doesn’t eat, and he’s already a holy terror of grumpiness when he’s full 
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That name is so CUTE!
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Well, Carmin insulted a Councilor so that was fun. Oh, and a city got attacked. Because plot
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Of course 
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Working on a werewolf junk that I never finished, so I want to reformat it to fit me more, currently named Begging is for Losers.
The redone beginning, for now:
There’s this inspirational crap that floats around the internet, talking about treating the woman in the mirror with more respect. No, I never had the bubbly personality to post things like that, nor was I ever so hard on myself that the cutesy little sunsets attached to these blurbs uplifted me. I generally like myself, today, and that girl in the past was a dumbass who thought she was so smart. But I owe everything to that dumbass, and I wish I could see her face, to tell her that.
To see that girl, I’d have to go back to about 2015. She wouldn’t believe a thing I’d tell her, especially not that she could trust her husband. And I’ve changed so much that I don’t think she’d see me as herself. Seriously, I’d get arrested for stalking or something because there’s no way I’d pass for me as a kid.
I don’t intend to insert myself into my origin story like this, too much, but there’s times where it’s going to be necessary—mostly to assert that I was once again a dumbass.
Current editing in chapter 3?
Holy shit, I fucked an Alpha. I felt like I dug myself a full latrine then back-filled myself down in the waste.
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At the moment? Uncle Phil’s grumpy cause of an unexpected visit from Michael and Frankie.
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The Many Secrets of the Broken Light
Glint decides not to trust Calani too much too soon. He goes out to see what the loud and yelling General Torrent wants with him.
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A queen is getting ready for her birthday party 
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Sounds like a ball is about to commence? 
I like this word “commence”. Idk why.
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It’s certainly very royal! 
But no, it won’t exactly be a ball…a bit more bloody than that 
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A fight breaks out?
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not quite, it’s just that vampires are involved 
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Ryan scores a date, and Webb falls off a horse…Twice.
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The twins and Ari arrive at the last mountain peak, press a button, and grab a shiny thing
Then they get interrupted by the big bad, again
Looks like he just wants to talk this time, but the three are understandably very suspicious
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Lunar Heart, Shadow Bound
Off to Lifelend.
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I’m somewhere in the midst of Werewolf b.s. (Begging is for Losers).
I'm at chapter 21, looking for things I must change to fix this book.
Gamma Pearson was walking both Nathaniel and I through what the hell happened. I’m still not used to feeling like I have people in my head with me. I don’t understand how these werewolves handle being 2 people, even if it’s as selective and random as what I’m currently enduring.
We went through it a few times as he teased details from both our views, like a Doppler echo, searching for what was in the negative space.
The image that it pulled up was this wispy thing. It had neither form or sound, and it wasn’t even the thing that caused Ol’ Joe to to explode. This itself was another effect of the affect.
Still, on repeat until I was ready to scream from the strain…
And there it was, something that looked a hell of a lot like the imprint of feathers on a windshield, the oils left behind when you accidentally hit a waterfowl—not my impression, Gamma Pearson’s. He called it Stork Prints. Never even seen a body of water or hit a bird with my bus.
“Apparently there’s a being on the move. That it did not touch you means another either shields you itself or gave one of you the power to do so at that moment in time—and it really doesn’t matter which one it is.” Pearson slumped back in his chair, sweat dripping down his thin beard line.
Mrs. Longfish placed steaming mugs of coffee in front of the three of us. “You all need the stimulants. It’s hopped up on sugar and cream. Supper is ready in about half an hour. You’ve got to calm the shakes before walking, my dear.”
That last part was addressed to me. Yes, all 3 of us were a mess, but I’m no wolf and I spend my time chronically tired as it is. They handled it better, and if I wasn’t necessary, I’d not be used.
“That’s enough time for a shower,” the Gamma groaned out, ignoring the hand up from his friend. His knuckles nearly dragged the desk as he picked up his cup and stumbled out the room. Never seen a werewolf so dulled in my life.
“Drink up, my love.”
I laughed hoarsely. “I have a name.”
He actually snorted in my ear, at that. “Quit picking fights you don’t have the energy for. Besides, you are mine, and only mine to love, so I call you what you are.”
If we were any more immature, we’d be sticking out our tongues at each other.
Hell, it wasn’t a matter of maturity. Last time I did that he damn well licked my tongue. Curse his speed.
Someone exploded in the previous chapter, and it was unexpected.
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