#kyla rambles

[quellstak]

feeling the need to defend a character you dislike because they're overhated for the wrong reasons (misogyny, racism) vs hating a character that you'd probably like if not for the way fandom erases their flaws (white fragility)

[jhughesangel]

a tree on ur house!!!?? are u okay?

yes thank you for asking!!

we had horrible wins so on my way home from jersey my mom called and told me

[babs-babbles]

Do you mind telling us more about your fan kids?

Lemme try to rack my noggin here

Naomi and Kyla! My blorbos my munchkins my half demon spawns

I don't have any new art of the girls BUT here's the most recent art of them I still have in my pocket

Naomi is a kaieve kid. Spawned from parasite/demon energy cross breeding (aka Eve and Kai'sa got it on real good one night and she appeared the next morning) Naomi (or Mimi for short) is a near spitting image of Evelynn, and the personality to go with it...

Taking well after Kai'sa Naomi is very passionate and outspoken with her interests and gets excited at new projects and learning opportunities. The other half from Evelynn is her dramatic flare on life and constantly making moves for success, a natural business woman and entrepreneur. Is often praised for by Eve for just the smallest things and she loves having her mom's constant attention

Raising Naomi was an odd case for her four moms. She wouldn't do much as a baby, just follow mommy Eve around mostly, or sticking close to her big sister. But she had the rare "demon baby" moments. She's a very strong hybrid who has void powers and demon instincts. It took a full void suited Kai'sa and demon shade mode Evelynn to calm her down from a tantrum. Later on Naomi grew a strong attachment to Ahri's fox form in her kid years, and often turned to momma Ahri for comfort

Some facts about Naomi

- very artistic. Enjoys fashion and painting

- smooth singing voice with lots of range. Loves learning songs in different languages

- an exceptional dancer and her favorite is tango

- is described as a socialite, but keeps her friend circle small

- used to stare blankly at Evelynn as baby, later learned that's how she shows affection

Now for Kyla. She's the oldest and was carried by Ahri. Born from Evelynn's demon energy mixing with the magical power of love for her wife and boom! A happy lil accident :D Kyla is born some good years after kda has made some albums and built a flourishing legacy (I see them all in their late 30s- early 40s when Kyla is born) Eve, Ahri, Akali and Kai'sa smothered their bab with the upmost love and attention as she grew up.

Raised as a legacy to the kda house name, Kyla was exposed to a lot of musical creation at home and grew a particular fond for music production. Often sneaking into Akali's studio after being put down for bed to watch her momma make cool sounds and beats. It's there she learns to create her own tracks and grows to carry on the kda name in the music industry

Personality wise Kyla is very quiet and is selectively mute. Only speaking when at home and to close friends (and the rare interview). Picking up after Akali she's often found held up in her room creating music for hours on end, often getting dragged out by Kai'sa and her sister to get a taste of sunlight. She uses music as her outlet and a way to speak to people and express herself. If not in the studio she can be found curled up in her fox form under Ahri

Some facts about Kyla

- doesn't speak as many languages as Naomi and Kai'sa, but is fluent in sign language

- sneaks out at night to underground clubs to test tracks (the only ones who know are Evelynn and Akali)

- her and Naomi both form the new kda group

- despite her shy personality Kyla has a much different stage presence with more energy

- looks up to Seraphine as her idol

PHEW!! that's all I can remember from like 2 years ago? I'm definitely gonna give them some redesigns tho so these ones aren't that canon anymore. I remember making these girls as a joke like "hurhurhur what if they unexpectedly had kids and stumbled into a chaotic family lifestyle" then ended up really liking the kids I made. Small note tho, I don't see kda actually having kids at some point. Both personally and logically in their universe. These girls exist more in an au setting of kda expanding into a more familial territory

[kylawashere22]

Tbh I mainly write fluffy stuff for the stitchpunks where they’re all happy and dating who they want, with the only conflict being relationship drama that isn’t too bad. I usually only write angsty fics every once in a blue moon.

I just want the stitchpunks to be happy! Be happy dammit! Have the peace of mind you never got in the film!

I love wholesome domestic stitchpunk fluff so much guys.

[xtractors]

As my account says I am just here for the headcanon and The angst. So stick with me. [It looks longer than it is, but you can skip the bracketed section for my headcannon]

I've been thinking since I saw Deadpool and Wolverine whether Wolverine knew who Wade was as Deadpool? I came to a pretty solid conclusion, because when Paradox zaps Deadpool away, wolverine's first reaction isn't to be like, "So what's going on?", it's to automatically try and jump Paradox for disappearing Wade [which like maybe it wasn't because he knew it was Wade. Maybe it's just because he just really enjoyed flirting with him, but I think it's cuz he knows who Wade is]. Then in the void it's to attack Wade, which he doesn't seem to be surprised about his healing factor.

And this led me to, if Wade existed in worst wolverine's universe and had a healing factor. Then he probably could have been a version of origin's Deadpool?

And I have decided for THE ANGST, that absolutely origins happened, and worst Wolverine saw what happened to origin's Deadpool.

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[And here's my thing. I really wish origins had focused more on his relationship with his teammates, especially with the whole him and Wade making eyes at each other. Ignoring my feelings on the Kyla Silverfox lady, like I really wish the movie had just focused more on his teammates and relationship there. I think that he should have been "friends" with Wade and I think when he said "they finally found a way to shut you up" it should have been more emotional, and hurt and less sassy. I also really wish that Wade hadn't been just a mindless machine. Which I suppose we don't know how actually conscious he was, but could you imagine? Wade who's always expressed himself by being sassy and dealt with his trauma and being a mercenary by making jokes being unable to speak at all and unable to control himself as he attacks his friend?

Like I seriously don't think origins Deadpool was that bad of a character. I think there was just no emotional attachment to him. Cuz the whole mouth Sewn shut thing could have meant so much more if Wade was actually friends with Logan. ]

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Anyways, back to the plot.

So my thing is if there is origins Deadpool in worst wolverines timeline, do you think worst Wolverine ever just thinks about it?Do you think he ever has nightmares about his Wade being the one with the mouth sewn shut?? Unable to make his crude, but adorable jokes? Unable to call him Peanut and honey badger? Nightmares where his Wade, the one who saved him and gave him meaning and a new life, is staring into his eyes, as Logan's voice echos "They finally found a way to shut you up, huh." What if he wakes up guilty, a bitter taste on his tongue hearing how cruel those words really were to someone who means the world to him, someone who he never truly wants to shut up. Worrying his mind over not being able to save him once, not just not being able to save him, but having to kill him? Every once in awhile when he tells Wade "do you ever shut up?"[affectionate], he gets a flash of origins Deadpool in his head and goes quiet and regrets saying it?

could you imagine the angst?

Logan seeing his good "friend" who expressed his trauma through never shutting up unable to talk?Logan's "they finally found a way to shut you up" being breathless and painful and not just mean

Do you think Logan listens to Deadpool chatter and ever think about origins Deadpool and regrets not being able to save him? Regrets that one his last lines was taunting him for finally being unable to ramble?

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

WIP Wednesday/Writing Share

Thanks @eccaiia here, @aalinaaaaaa here, and here, @drchenquill here, and @mysticstarlightduck here!

WIP Wednesday Rules: post something (anything!) about your WIP on a Wednesday

Writing Share Rules: share some writing!

Since I just posted an intro post for IWAJAD, why not post something about it?

I wrote an early draft in high school, so here's the opening! I'll refine it later....

“And the next award will be for the most influential person in our school,” said Ms. Dakota from the top of the stage. I was in the front row seat, waiting in anticipation. Ms. Dakota opened the envelope, pulling out a card. “Kyla Tran!” I gasped as the room applauded around me. I heard the football team cheering, the artists hollering. Noemi beside me patted me on the back, encouraging me to my feet. On the stage, Ms. Dakota gave me a hug. “We are all so happy that you’re at our school, Kyla. Whatever would we do without you?” “I don’t know, Ms. Dakota,” I said. “Well, we’ve decided to give you all of these awards!��� Ms. Dakota gestured behind her, and a man with long, dark hair in all black pulled out a wagon stacked high with awards. “Wow,” I said. “Thank you, Keanu Reeves.” Keanu smiled at me and handed me one of the awards. I gazed out into the audience. There had to be a few hundred people here. “Thank you. Thank you everyone. I’m so glad to be your most influential person. I’ve had the speech prepared, but I am so overwhelmed, that I couldn’t speak. The lights were now off. No, my eyes were just closed. The stage was soft. Wait, I was lying down. The audience was still there. I felt them. I wanted to speak. Thank them for the award. Then I realized my head was on a pillow. The audience wasn't there. I didn’t have an award in my hand. What was happening? Wait, didn’t--hold on, Keanu Reeves was there. I was now aware that I was awake, but I refused to open my eyes. Maybe I could finish the dream so I could finish my acceptance speech. My alarm wasn't going off. Great. I’d woken up before my alarm. I promise that you'll never find another like me…. I know that I’m a handful, baby, uh…. Oh, there it is. I reached for my phone, blindly swiping the alarm left to stop the Taylor Swift song. It was Friday. No, wait, Thursday. Right? Wait, what happened yesterday? I stayed after school for volleyball. Yes, that happens on Wednesdays. Not Thursdays. Therefore, because that was yesterday, that means it was Thursday. Unless it was Tuesday or Saturday. Practices were three times a week. Was it only Tuesday? Was I waking up this early on a Saturday? No, yesterday was Thursday. No, wait, today was Thursday. Yes.

I feel like when I start the next draft I'll have a similar opening. Not exactly, but similar. It's gonna be in present tense though.

Tagging @illarian-rambling @mk-writes-stuff @paeliae-occasionally @honeybewrites @the-golden-comet

+ ANYONE ELSE

IWAJAD intro

IWAJAD tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @mrbexwrites @drchenquill

[jjksblackgf]

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Tagged by @mrcatfishing to talk about 10 random songs from my "playlist". Thank you! I love an excuse to ramble about music. I have my stuff curated by projects and mood, so I picked the first couple from several smaller playlists.

Delirium by case/lang/veirs– my current go-to for fresh blood on the playlist is putting on the Neko Case Pandora station and liking all the most interesting songs on Spotify, in a sort of algorithim soup. This is a supergroup for which I am only familiar with one of the artists. I will fix that eventually. Lovely song.

Howard by Cake Bake Betty– this song in particular is a deep cut, but I love love Cake Bake Betty, peak edgelord anti-folk jangly piano music. It’s a genre. I swear.

Vampire Smile by Kyla la Grange– on account of this iconic Utena AMV

Taxidermist Taxidermist by Lady Lamb– this album has been consuming my mind, I am DESPERATE to edit something with it. Probably not this song, though. It’s a bit long.

Paralytic States by Against Me! – like, the only, non-folk adjacent song that ended up here. It fucks. I don’t think I need to tell anyone that, I feel it’s obvious.

What Can I Say by Brandi Carlile– Bless country music and its best utility, for which I have been making efficient use of: crying real bad, real, real bad.

From Now On by Basia Bulat– Good song. Bwahhhh :,(

Leave the City by Magnolia Electric Co. – Jason Molina, in my heart forever. How can a trumpet sound so sorrowful (and the live version, jesus)? His heart is broken, and now yours will be too. “Broke my heart to leave the city / I mean, it broke what wasn't broken in there already”

Beggar’s Guild by Roadkill Ghost Choir– All-timer, to me. Did an OTGW AMV to this, a million years ago. Weird song to be nostalgic about, but I was a weird teen.

Once I Was by Tim Buckley– It was not until this very moment that I realized this song was not by Tim Hardin. Oops.

Tagging @summer-horror-party @cadmium-free @malignmuffin (no pressure obv) and anyone else who feels so inclined :P

[bumblevoid]

so,, fnm won the poll and i've already actually been working on some materials sO

the promised ramble! (not including any drawings, sadly)

so. Five Night's Monsters is a fun little monster of the week campaign based in the world of fnaf, yeah? it also draws inspiration from batim and the matrix (coming from someone who has seen part of the matrix but like. not all of it). I'm not going to touch too much on that stuff, cause i don't wanna spoil my big twists for the hunters, but one of them already knows what i mean :D

the campaign takes place in hurricane, utah, to no one's surprise. I'm using this funky timeline that's like. half pre-prepared, half made up on the spot. it is taking place in 2018, and starts on the day of the fnaf 3 fire- set by henry and helpy. three of our hunters were meeting up after a while of not seeing each other, the fourth joined in to give them a ride getting henry safe, and the fifth will be joining in soon. this brings us to our dear hunters! i won't say too much, as they each have their own characters and backstories, but I'll touch on how they're connected, and basic ideas of backstory. first we've got @clemmieinnit's hunter, Bonnie Jeremiah. he's like, a band teacher, and honestly connects most of the hunters? like, one is a college friend, the other two are former students. he's also the bonnie mask bully. clem's playing the Wronged playbook next, there's @starlightandroses's hunter, Syren Vanheri. they're the local conspiracy theorist of sorts, an expert on freddy's without the inside info. lani's playing the Expert playbook the next hunters don't have tumblr,, we've got Toren Ageri, former night guard. he's got a really fun and interesting backstory that's mostly kept under locks haha. toren is the Crooked. and there's Ren Spurling. their mother was a night guard, but wasn't as lucky as toren to live. ren is the Mundane. and of course, making an entrance literally as I'm typing this, is Melanie Kyla Jensen! she's a very fun character who I've been working with the player on, and boy am i excited for her. her aunt is our good good ghost friend cassidy. melanie is the Spooky!

okay. so there's the hunters. so, I'm not entirely sure what they're expecting the final end-goal to be right now, but they're probably thinking defeating wafton? then again, i have let it slip there's several potential bbegs so who knows. but basically, it's just sort of a motw fnaf thingybading. they've been fighting the phantom animatronics lately, as they haven't actually encountered too much of this hunt's monster. and what they have encountered is easy to blame the phantoms for (which is funny cause there was a 20% chance they'd show up and then i rolled a 1 on the d100) so far, they've met up, found helpy, helped henry, fixed helpy, and are stuck in a power-outage that they're just kinda. doing a bunch of things figuring out what's going on. right now, we've got the "he's immortal???" plotline, and the "jeremy is, in fact, also the vr jeremy" plotline going on. also the "melanie explores freddy's" plot.

some fun things i'm doing here are. not really how motw works but i couldn't care less it's interesting- but some of the npcs are recruitable, and have playbooks themselves. these npcs are jeremy, henry, sammy, and michael (not that. mike is there yet.) one is the wronged, one is the spooky, one is the monstrous, and one is the chosen. sammy is our local favorite npc! he's both the hunters' favorite, and mine... yeah you can probably guess how that's turned out haha.

might post some of the npc files (hunter's edition) once i get some more drawings going of these little dudes

[quellstak]

guess who i saw last night? y'all get three guesses!!

[jhughesangel]

would you guys believe me if i told you a tree fell on my house today cause IT DID

[redratt]

Worldbuilding Rambling: Von Brauns vs Varaikonnens

I know I've made a lot of mention of the Von Brauns on my blog: Morgan and Jasmine Von Braun have a lot of posted art, I believe, and I've never really elaborated upon what the family does. Figure the best way to do that is to bring in the Varaikonnens, who are the Von Braun family's primary rivals -- or were, before the Von Braun's criminal spine collapsed. The Von Brauns were a family of smugglers and black-market tech creators. The head of the family at the time of its being brought down as an underworld power was Hestia Von Braun, who experimented on her own children, who are -- with two exceptions -- natural shapeshifters. The Von Braun family gained its riches generations ago with Ragnkyndr Von Braun, an elf who found a god's corpse and, as all enterprising folks would, pillaged it for parts. Ragnkyndr managed to create quite the fortune for himself off of the back of the selling of Godsoils and various other black-market goods; he took his gains, and began to field his family as he saw fit. However, over time, due to the cruelty of the family heads towards the children and peripheral members, the Von Brauns began to experience dissent and, worse, runaway connections. Notably, Jack Von Braun fled after being forcibly fused with the corpse of a "godspawn" entity, and before her time, the once-heir Seion Von Braun fled after his wife and children died as a result of his father's testing.

Given the Von Braun products, however, escaping was next to impossible: Jack's flight resulted in one of her exes being given her location, which in turn almost resulted in her murder. Seion was found having been tortured and killed -- notably, the products of the torture were all VB-Brand weapons. The Von Braun family finally collapsed -- and those who wanted to be free of it finally were -- when Hestia Von Braun overestimated the tolerance of a rival. Nobody knows quite what happened; all that is known is that Hestia was found having been ritually killed in the name of the god of storms, Matha Aror. In direct opposition to the Von Brauns were the Varaikonnens. A family headed by Angelique Varaikonnen and her two partners (husband Cignus and wife Kyla) and their numerous children, the Varaikonnens are brutal, ruthless, and unforgiving. They are one of the few openly pious groups in the city; all members of the Varaikonnen family worship Khoval Kor Brukh, a goddess of blood, song, and triumph. Their business? Murder, kidnapping, and all other sorts of abysmal things. Angelique runs the family like a cult. New recruits -- and new spawn -- are broken into the cult mindset. Their loyalty is absolute because it is all they know. In the cases of her children, Angelique has had two of them assassinated when they tried to flee. She's not above having outsiders brought to her and fracturing their minds into being able to serve her, by use of technological implants and curses.

Her oldest daughter, Ange, is rarely seen; there are doubts as to her existence on the outside world. In reality, Ange has been planning a coup against her mother for years. She has grown up in a hellish environment and seeks to break it. To do this, she has enlisted her sisters -- Bayeur and Asteria -- to utilize their own contacts. The purge will be quick and merciless. Ange, of course, will fill the power vacuum when it comes. All of the main Varaikonnen girls are heavily augmented to do their jobs better: Bayeur, for example, has both the flesh-blessing of the family Goddess and augments to her senses to better be able to track enemies by scent and sound alone.

[myridian-eight]

Introductions

Well, I thought I should probably now actually put something here after lurking and playing with the idea for about a year.

So for any poor lost souls who somehow found their way here (seriously, how did you manage to fall this deep into the recesses of the internet). as introduction and explanation is in order.

First up: PotM. Also known as Pillars of the Myridian is the name of several projects I am working on all set within the world of Kyla (Or Kyre’ak’umballa if you are feeling fancy). What started off as a little project drawing maps and worldbuilding while I was bored at college has grown and mutated into a whole plethora of projects, from DMing a campaign that has been running for several years set within the world or slowly working upon my own ttRPG system, from starting to try and write a book within the world to just making lots of maps.

DMing: For almost 2 years, I have been running a game set within PotM with a fantastic group of players. They have been a major part of my motivation to continue with these projects and have made the entire experience and utter joy.

ttRPG System: As a result of having played ttRPGs for almost 20 years now, all the way from AD&D 2e, through the various editions of D&D and several other systems, I feel I have grown to have a decent understanding of such things. And having run games within the PotM setting for 5 years in one way or another, I have come to wish and desire something more unique to the setting, as well as something that takes those 20 years playing experience and compile them into a system I can be proud of. Obviously a far longer reaching goal, the system is still in it's earliest stages, but never the less there. A system based around the magical systems of Kyla, as well as the lore of the world. The PotM System is meant to offer something whilst still of heroic storytelling, focuses less upon the extremes and more upon the people and their struggle. Mixing elements of lower magic settings and higher magic ones, as well as rules inspired by both new and old systems to make each archetype feel unique in how they play and with the customisation one can do, whilst not overwhelming those new to the system.

Story/Worldbuilding: My first love, making the world of Kyla and it's various other Realms. Stories and characters from within this setting and the trials they undergo. Originally starting out as a scribble in a notebook during my years at college, slowly grew and flourished (or got out of hand, depending upon your view) into the current hundreds of pages of lore and maps I have compiled. The primary setting is within the 6th Age, one of great turbulence and danger as an empire stands at the door of the free cities, evils lurk and scheme within the darkest places of the world and ancient beings stir in their slumber. It promises to be an Age that will decide the fate of all who live upon Kyla and beyond. Beyond this I obviously cannot say too much of the grander plan, not whilst it is still yet to be discovered within the Campaign itself. But I will likely post a few things about the world and it's rather... in depth lore which I may or may not have spend over 10 years playing with.

If anyone reads this, I question your sanity, but appreciate the time taken to read a madman's rambles. Welcome to the Pillars of the Myridian.

[niralmylasaravanan]

T’IS THE DAMN. FUCKING. SEASON.

November 23 2022

It is the night before Thanksgiving. I saw Kyla today—we went shopping and got milkshakes and cheese fries. All my high school friends are home for the holiday. Surely I am only jaded because they have returned home while I have been here the whole time. For barely a month I was gone. I know I am not supposed to use “should” statements (ha! Denise would be proud of me!), but I cannot help but think what should have happened if the past went in my favor. That is my fatal flaw: I always think the past should have gone in my favor. I am deluded in thinking that I am always correct. Surely I have not been wronged every time. There is a common denominator, and in every instance, every situation, every time, I am it.

In my last post I rambled endlessly about a boy whom I held in very regard. I flipped spastically between desiring him and despising him. I ran the razor’s edge between want and fear. To be completely truthful I was acutely deflecting my feelings so the sting of my perceived inevitable rejection would hurt less. My words in that context are much more eloquent. I struggle now to frame exactly how I felt in the mind space. I have never had someone make me feel like a lightning storm before. On Monday I phoned him and confessed my sins. In my mind my voice was pleading: I know this is not the case. (I do not beg.) Immediately he was shocked. (You like me? I had no idea! I’ve been interested in you for a while but didn’t want to say anything to make you uncomfortable.) There are more details but I will not bore you with them. I am exhausted with the weight of my beating heart. I have never felt this at rest before. My mind thrums with that same fickle religion: he likes me, he likes me, he likes me.

I regret to inform the audience that we did not get to the point in conversation in which we discussed how we are to proceed. Are we exclusive? Are we not? Are we in the first stages of dating? Is he having sex with other people? Am I supposed to be having sex with other people? I am nineteen and curious, so deathly afraid of making the wrong mistakes. I find myself conglomerating lyrics from various songs to find some semblance of what I feel. (Isn’t it delicate? The poetry inside of me is warm like a gun. I’ve never ever seen a purer face.) Constantly I talk about him. Every moment I want to spend with him I record in my phone’s notes app. Scrolling through our text conversations, our pictures, our phone call logs, I am overcome with a feeling of naivety. Several times before I have been in love. I am no where near it yet with him, but I could get there, right? I could really make it work for the first time.

The night before Thanksgiving is always hard for me. One day in two years I will be sitting in the bars of my hometown, maybe with my sweetheart by my side. Maybe this will have passed and I will be alone. Maybe someone from my high school will sit next to me, and maybe I will spend the night in room I have seen already. I find myself having to repeat the statements that are true. My favorite color is blue. I am a marine biology major. Writing is the only thing that comes naturally to me. I am liar, and a damn good one too.

[fangsandmagic]

Kyla was never one to have a big breakfast, she would either just grab something on the go or have some toast and tea before leaving, so all of this was amazing to her. It had been so long since somebody had done something like it and it warmed her heart to no end.

Kyla stayed at the table,watching as Dominic began to bring everything over, everything looked so wonderful that it almost seemed like it was a dream to her. However she knew it wasn't a dream, she knew that she was awake and it was real and that she had wonderful company to enjoy the food with. She began to tuck in to the food, letting out a happy hum as she did. "Oh this is amazing." She spoke, making sure to cover her mouth so crumbs wouldn't fly out of it as she talked.

"You know, I didn't even think about what I wanted to do today. All of those ideas sound really good, I would like to go for a walk through the park, then maybe we can grab lunch on the way back." She replied with a gentle smile, taking a sip of her juice before she heard the next words and it made her heard skip a beat.

She could feel her cheeks starting to go red as she listened to what Dominic had to say. She had no idea that he felt the same way about her like she did with him. "I uh, I'm glad one of us was able to speak up, because I know that if I had spoken up about my feelings, I would be a rambling mess."She admitted. "I like you a lot too, ever since we met, but I was just so nervous to say anything, because I've never felt this way before."

The water in the electric kettle boiled and bubbled and the button pushed up, a clear sign to Dominic and Kyla that the water is hot and ready to be used. Same thing with the sliced bread in the toaster. It was the least he can do after spending the night with her at her residence and in her bedroom, comforting her and staying with her while she slept. He slowly moved his arm away from her and continued cooking their breakfast.

Another 10 minutes passed before their food was finally ready and Dominic picked up the plates before bringing them over to the dining room table, setting them down with gentle, delicate care. As if he was a trained chef or a waiter at a restaurant. He came back again with her cup of tea and his large glass of orange juice. With a smile, he sat down next to her and began to eat his food, enjoying the delicious taste of eggs, melted cheese, sausage, bacon and toasted bread with peanut butter. It was only a few bites later when he began to speak again.

"I'm wondering if there's anything special you would like to do today. We can go for a walk, watch a movie, swim at the beach, whatever you like. We can even go to a local bookstore or library and spend hours reading something that will spark our interest. Whatever you want to do is fine with me. I'm open to anything. I thought it would be a good way for us to get to know each other better by doing friendly things...unless you prefer us to be more than friends."

His next choice of words were chosen carefully and cautiously, not knowing how she would react or feel when he's about to express his feelings for her. His true feelings.

"The truth, Kyla, is that I like you. A lot. You're beautiful, kind, funny and too many other words to describe you. We've known each other for a while, I know that, but there's something about you that makes me feel more drawn to you. Whatever it is, I'm curious to find out. Don't worry if you don't feel like you're ready to express your feelings for me. I'll understand. I just want you to know how much I admire you and how much I enjoy being around you."

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

9 Lines 9 People

Thanks to @mysticstarlightduck here and @winterandwords here,

Rules: post nine lines of your WIP and tag nine people in return!

I don't think this has to be the last nine lines I wrote because it's been a while since I've written anything. So... Enjoy this bit of IWAJAD because why not? For context, Kyla knows she's dreaming and wants to wake up.

From "It Was All Just a Dream"

But...how to do that? From within a dream? Maybe cold water would help. I left my room and went into the bathroom, turning the shower on and the knob all the way to the right. I thought about getting out of my clothes before stepping in, but it was a dream, so there was no problem with just stepping into the shower fully clothed. I stepped inside, squealing in an embarrassing pitch as the icy water hit me. I jumped slightly, but with the platform heels and wet, slippery shower I slipped. My hand grabbed onto the little nook on the side of the shower where I kept my soap, stopping me from hitting my head. I reached under the stream of seemingly arctic waters and turned off the showerhead.

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