#hi beta I know ur seeing this and are ready to scratch my eyeballs out for posting all these snippets before you can edit :) I love u

[sexynetra]

@lady-assnali tagged me in this fun little tag game as a sneaky little tactic to get more peeks at the chapter before I post and guess what? It worked 💕 (love you mon bien-aimé, nobody loves rawnsyf like you none of this would happen without you xxoo)

1. Share the premise (as much or as little as you’d like) of the WIP that’s been haunting you lately.

RAWNSYF CHAPTER 6 MY MORTAL ENEMY MY BELOVED I have been stuck with her for so long I think my brain is made of jell-o.

We left off with a steamy drunken makeout, but how will Marcia react when there’s no alcohol to blame her decisions on? How will Marcia and Anetra’s friends react to the news of their kiss? Will Anetra ever catch a goddamn break??? Tune in next week* to find out ;)

*hopefully this week

2. Share the last line of your latest WIP

Anetra’s decision was made for her before she could think about anything.

“Okay.”

3. ctrl + f for any of these words: hand, gold, bed, brown, money, tea, smile, water. if any of those are in your wip, share those sentences too.

Here’s the tea, bestie. I cannot do that because hand alone has 62 hits. But I can pick and choose an assortment for y’all

She was trying to be a gentleman. To keep her hands and teeth to exclusively PG-13 areas

It felt like ages before Marcia moved, raising her hands slowly as if she was worried Anetra would flee out the window

She felt her breath catch in her throat as she straightened the towel, running a hand through her damp hair

She broke off and Sasha squeezed both her hands encouragingly

“So… about Marcia…” Anetra began, half-wishing she had ordered a drink just so she would have something to do with her hands

“But my bed is available for cuddling, if you want.”

“That bad,” Anetra sighed, pushing off her bed to sit at her desk chair

Anetra smiled in spite of herself, sending a half a dozen hearts so she didn’t have to think of a real response, and groaned when she saw the message below

Anetra traced a pattern of water stains on the wooden table with two fingers, wondering if she could drown on dry land from the absurdity of the situation

4. No pressure tags:

@eyeslikewatercoolers @marciax3-appreciator @goodemethyd