She Sounds So Coool!!

She sounds so coool!!

Path Of Lightning characters: Liz.

Liz is one of the two main characters of Path of Lightning: Origins.

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—We Can All be Heroes (WIP)

—introduction

✧ genre | Sci-Fi, (LGBTQ+) Romance, YA

✧ POV | third person, alternating

✧ tropes | opposites attract, slow burn, mutual pining, government corruption, super-mutated soldiers, mutant high school

✧ warnings | mentions of war, mentions of death, mentions of past emotional & physical abuse, mentions of human experimentation, genre appropriate violence, cussing/foul language

✧ elevator pitch | two mutated gay superheroes fall in love while fighting a corrupt figurehead of their respective high school.

—status

✧ status | editing // 30 chapters

✧ word count | 57482

✧ tag(s) | #wcabh

—synopsis

Jonah ‘Spit’ Doe, a student in a not-so prestigious academy for mutants, is exactly that; a mutant. Faced with discrimination for his abilities, which include his corrosive saliva and subsequent regenerative power, he’s been seen as a freak among nature. He lives up to his title, though, and has garnered quite the reputation for himself for his poor habits of picking fights, causing public unrest amongst the school, and melting school property with his spit. Spit, as he likes to be called, also holds certain beliefs that rival that of the purpose of the school; to create an army of super-powered soldiers from mere children. Spit refuses to become a dog of the military, and he lets this be known. He’s a terror on school grounds.

Now, enter Coda Redd, another student and prodigy of the school. Hand-picked by the Principal herself for his power, endurance, patience, and prestige, Coda is everything Spit stands against. Everything that Spit isn’t and refuses to become. When Coda is assigned to babysit Spit, however, as a special project from the Principal herself, will the two be able to stomach each other?

Sprinkle in bits of corruption, rebellion, and romance and you’ll have yourself their story. A story for believers, for those who hold hope for the greater good.

—characters

✧ Jonah ‘Spit’ Doe | 8teen | “No, no, I can’t. Who would I be if I just let him do his job? He’d think he fixed me, and I can’t have that. I have a reputation to uphold.”

✧ Coda Redd | 8teen | “Then why do it?! Gah, I can’t believe I fell for a moron like you!”

✧ Iven Doe | 8teen | “You think we’re safe in that school?”

✧ Kieran Doe | 7teen | “Yeah, he nearly lost his eyebrows for months!”

✧ Alphonse ‘Alfie’ Erics | 9teen | “You need to, for your own sake, make amends for whatever happened. Do what you can and don’t expect more from yourself.”

✧ Jasmine Hoyos | 8teen | “It just, it seems like you planned this for a while and you didn’t… tell me?”

✧ Noel Doe | 9teen | “Ready.”

✧ Edward Wagner | 26 | “Doe! You’re ten minutes late, mind explaining yourself?”

✧ Amias Wagner | 23 | “We want to help.”

✧ The Principal | 32 | “You could’ve been great, Jonah. A fine soldier.”

—extra

✧ playlist

✧ Coda Redd, Amias Wagner belong to Cass

✧ Jasmine Hoyos belongs to Arial

✧ taglist 

@night1rst , @001arial​

@zoya-writes​ , @darkmatternonsense​

@pretend-im-normal​ , @opes-magnas​

This is so touching! Sometimes you need someone else's perspective to see the beauty in your life. And the descriptions are fantastic. I have a lot of fun painting the intricacies of scenes, and from this I think you do too; you brought light to the important details among the broad strokes and created an incredible image full of life. Proof that you don't need 1000 words to describe something better than a painting

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My first attempt at Flash Fiction Friday! 513 words, wrote it in one go and proof-read it once. It’s probably a mess. Enjoy!

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Oh, that's so cute! I love Kieran's insistence on comfort over formality, and the mutual agreement on everything. They're very sweet together, and very real; I can practically hear Kieran in the way you write his dialogue

—WCABH Excerpt No.2

taking a break from some Spit and Coda to give you Kieran and Jasmine :D ! i just wrote this bit as i added a 31st chapter to the novella and just barely missed 60,000 words ): 700 more words and i'd hit it, but alas, i'll have to save that endeavor for a later time.

these scene made me so absolutely giddy, it's ADORABLE ugh

i also welcome any critiques or advice !! i’d love to hear what you think of my writing and the way i’m establishing the characters and their romance !!

✧ word count | 697 a small excerpt from We Can All be Heroes

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“So whaddya wanna talk ‘bout?” Kieran sat beside her, criss-cross as well. He wiped his increasingly sweaty palms on his sweatpants as he swallowed thickly. He could tell Jasmine was worried for what he had to say, her brows furrowed and smile masking her concern. He knew that eventually, he’d need to have this conversation with her. Worries returned to him, flooded his mind. They were only kept at bay when she placed a gentle hand on his thigh.

“Somethin’ ‘bout the future and shit. Our future.” He swallowed. “And what we want for it.”

“Wh-what about it? Is it bad…?” She stretched her legs out so that they laid over Kieran’s lap. Her expression was riddled with anxieties. All she knew about their future was that she didn’t want them to die on a mission, but they were seniors. They didn’t have to worry about missions, yet.

“Jas, babe, I… I know this is gonna sound dumb. ‘Specially with the future we got laid out for us. But I want more. I want,” He paused, his hands resting atop her legs. His hands were warmer than usual, sweaty, and he was just happy she wasn’t wearing shorts. He traced one of his hands up her leg, up her thigh, before taking her hand in his. Something he rarely ever did since he’d burned her accidentally. He was hesitant, but serious. “I-I’ve always wanted a family o’ my own. I wanna be the dad my dad couldn’t, I-I wanna love you the way you deserve to be loved. I wanna give you a wedding lil girls could only dream of. I want a future with you. A family with you.”

Kieran’s heart was fluttering in his chest, racing a mile per minute. He awaited the moment he’d regret the words he’d laid out, waited for his heart to be stabbed with the pain of rejection. He watched as Jasmine placed both of her hands on his, squeezing tightly despite how Kieran could barely feel his own hands beneath layers and layers of burned scar tissue.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Oh my God, please!” Kieran was allowed to breathe, shock evident on his face. He was practically pounced upon as Jasmine burrowed her head in the crook of his neck. She littered his soft skin in kisses. She sat atop the other, straddling him now. She pulled back, her hands gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly. “Two! Two kids! Maybe four? At least two boys, and I want a princess dress for my wedding. And fuck weddin’ rings, I want necklaces, yeah? I want to live in a quiet home away from all this bullshit. I want you to never ever go on a mission. And I want you. I just want you to be mine, forever.”

Kieran wrapped his arms securely around her as he pulled her close. His hands rested at her lower back. He flushed, his heartbeat all he could hear as she paused between words. Still, he was smiling widely. So much so that his cheeks ached.

“I’ll get you that princess dress. God, babe, you’ll look so beautiful, more beautiful than normal. A real princess, my princess, and I’ll get those wedding necklaces. I’ll get you everything you want, anything. I’ll work my hardest,” He spoke earnestly, determination dancing in his crimson eyes. “I’ll even wear a tux! But I’m totally not wearin’ fancy shoes, that’s jus’ ridiculous!”

Their lips met. It was a soft, sweet kiss. One where hands roamed their bodies, tugging the fabric of their shirts as they attempted to get closer and closer. Their chests were practically pressed against each other, so close that a magazine could be held up between them. When they broke the kiss they were panting, voices hushed and giggles overtaking them. Jasmine looked as though she may cry any moment, and Kieran simply cupped her cheeks. He pulled her close for one more kiss, and then another. Her giggling was infectious.

“Together forever?”

“And ever!” Kieran spoke loudly compared to Jasmine’s whisper. He pecked her lips and then her nose. “I’ll give you the whole damned world, Jas.”

“Promise me?”

“Promise you.”

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—extra

✧ playlist

✧ Jasmine Hoyos belongs to Arial

✧ taglist

@001arial​ , @zoya-writes​ , @darkmatternonsense​

@night1rst , @pretend-im-normal​ , @opes-magnas

Bonding over friends denseness in regards to love. Amazing

"I don't think he heard a word I said."

Dialogue Prompt | Paragon | Nate Teagan & Ryan Reese

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"Did you get a chance to talk to Shaun?" Nate asked, stepping into the kitchen.

Reese turned around, dish towel in hand. He slung it over his shoulder and leaned against the counter. "Yeah, I talked to him."

"And?"

Reese laughed without humor. "I don't think he heard a word I said."

"Of course he didn't," Nate sighed, shaking his head. The fire paragon sat at the kitchen table and wondered, "What the hell are we going to do with those two?"

"I'm not sure, Teags. Maybe we could just let them figure it out themselves."

The silence lasted about three milliseconds before the two men busted out into full on laughter. It was a miracle the cabinets didn't rattle with the force.

"Figure it out themselves, that's a good one Reese."

"Yeah, I guess after four years it's unlikely, huh?"

"Just a bit."

"Well, we can't force them to ask each other out."

"But god, wouldn't it be so much easier if we could?"

"Yeah," Reese chuckled. "Yeah, it would."