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squirmywuirmy · 1 year

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The thought of someone pointedly focusing alll their attention into making you fold, teasing you about how ticklish you are, encouraging you to let your laughter out—people being tickled and their reactions might be cute but you know what’s even cuter? Being a ler. Wanting to be the reason people let their guard down, just to watch them become goofy and unhinged??? You want to watch people LAUGH?!? ADORABLE.

That being said! Here is a lil list of different ler archetypes ! Important to note that this in no way denotes that all people that tickle other people fit wholly in these categories!! This is just a lighthearted little collection of tropes I’ve noticed in different tickle situations, focusing on the tickler side!

Meticulous Ler

-they have all damn day to explore different tactics on every likely (sides, armpits, feet, etc;) and unlikely (specific places on the rib cage, palms, ears, collarbone,etc;) spots.

-because of that, they’ll be the most likely to find your ticklish spots you didn’t even know you had

-“How ‘bout…this spot?!? No? Hm..I swore I saw you blush when I tickled right here!”

-Is extremely determined and too too comfortable with destroying people with teases from the outside in seriously these lers are EVIL.

-“Did I hear…a LAUGH?!?” Right when I got to…this spot?!?”

-If they notice something produces a stronger reaction, they are HONING in on it.

-DANGEROUS. They are PATIENT, and are not afraid to try anything. (Within boundaries of course)

-Their thought process is if one spot/method doesn’t work, there’s another one that will! And they’re not shy to try and find it.

Cheeky/Teasy Ler

-Is relentlessly vocal and teasy, observant as HELL.

-ALso evil and incredibly determined, just in getting you to fluster yourself more than physically seeking out each spot

-They KNOW when someone is ticklish, and will not resist the urge to comment on it

-In any future scenario where you’re having a playful spat with someone, or if a ‘fight’ is brought up, this person will comment “Y/n’s ticklish!”

-They are the ones spilling the beans that you’re ticklish to other people, these are the encouragers which honestly feels more flustering a lot of times 😖

-When they DO physically attack, it’s often by surprise, orrrr when they know that their words will be the finishing move on totally melting the lee (ex: they often play the role of someone called in to help tickle a lee, high confidence scenarios where they KNOW where the lee is ticklish)

-Will constantly threaten to tickle you, or they flat out WILL, in public, at home, in front of other friends—they will be sure to make embarrassing and flustering you their first target.

Elder Ler

-Ok hear me out, I don’t usually split things like this into age categories, but this is close to my heart as it seems like this category of tickles come from grandmother/grandfather aged people that you know only have the most playful, pure intentions, and it’s just always so familial and comforting

-Doesn’t need to be an older person, but that’s kind of what I had in mind with all the encounters I’ve had with these types.

-Like when an older person clutches onto you when they laugh and if they do it on your side it TICKLES and that almost certainly makes them poke or squeeze you one more time, which is so wholesome but so FLUSTERING GRAH

-Or the spidering across the back of your neck/shoulders that almost always certainly makes me shiver and cringe into myself oh my goodness

-Cheer-up pokes.

-When they check in on you and just seem to notice when you’re feeling off and they genuinely care, chefs kiss

-They are just so fun and so kind. Oh my god im just like, missing a warm grandma figure tf

Goofy Ler

-Lord have mercy on you if you’re already a person who laughs easily. These lers will use every overexaggerated, over-the-top movement/noise they can just to get you to preemptively giggle before they even tickle you.

-These people just want to see you laughing, and are completely willing to make a fool of themselves to do so.

-Think big claw hands, monster walks, declarations of the tickle monsters arrival, baby talk teases, raspberries, evil villain laughing, etc;

-Are mischievous, will be the kind to tase your sides and quickly bolt away before you realize it’s them

-“TICKLETICKLETICKLE” in the silliest falsetto voice

Sadistic Ler

-Their main goal is ultimately to see how much you can take before completely losing it

-Would never actually break your boundaries on purpose, but if you’re ok with it, will get pretty damn close to making you cry and beg for them to stop

-On the hunt for the places that produce the most uncontrollable reactions/wildest laughs

-Are the kind to tickle for interrogation purposes/punishment/getting someone to admit something.

-Will be ridiculously coy+crafty, and say things like “aww just wait until I ACTUALLY start tickling you!” “Oh, did you think I was done?? You’re not going ANYWHERE” “What was that? Tickle you more? Ok!!”

-Thrive on entrenching the person they’re tickling in complete hysteria, their only escape being the help of another person or the mercy of this ler

-Will target bad spots in such an intense way the lee will be rendered too tickly and weak with laughter to even fight back

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daincrediblegg · 2 years

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The mouth forgets but the pussy remembers

#this is about paxlovid #I am 2 days out from treatment and while it’s not plagueing me constantly…#I have no other way to explain it I’m sorry #THIS IS WHAT DOCTORS WON’T TELL YOU ABOUT IT THE FELLOW GAYS NEED TO KNOW #look if you’re brave enough to eat someone out while on this stuff know you’re braver than the troops

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nickeggplant · 24 days

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does anyone remember the time in 2011/2012-ish? when “get ca$h” was like a meme in our tumblr circle. anyway every time i see this ATM at my fav dive bar down the road from my house i think of that

#tumblr history #tumblr veterans #braver than the troops #i’m posting tn

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junglejim4322 · 28 days

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Once I admitted to my super normie friend that I collect yaoi (I’m braver than our troops for that) and she said “be careful reading that though” as if I admitted to experimenting with hard drugs or something

#she was referring to the dubious consent that tends to be common not being a homophobe to be clear #but it’s still so funny

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anonymousewrites · 1 year

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Of Sensibility and Swords (Mulan AU! Megumi x Reader) Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven: Palace

On Midnight, (Y/N) forced her way through the crowd celebrating Kenjaku and the Curse’s defeat. They had no idea those men were arriving to cause havoc even as they spoke. They only cared about the parade of lights and heroic soldiers before them.

Drums and cheers echoed through the air as music flowed over the group. Dancers entertained the people craning to watch the Captain and the men who had helped him defeat the monster of a man that was Kenjaku. Sweet scents of candied fruits and savory meats filled the air, and fireworks and torches lit the city. Above them all, the palace loomed against the dark sky where both the heroic troop and villainous Curses were heading for.

(Y/N) dodged through the crowd and pulled up alongside Naoya and Megumi’s horses. “Captain!” she said

“(Y/N)?” Megumi’s eyes widened.

It felt strange to hear Megumi use her real first name, but she pressed on, “The Curses are alive. They’re in the city by now.”

“(Y/N)—” Megumi started to respond.

“You?” hissed Naoya. “Your beloved Captain spared your life. If you’d like me to end it now, continue speaking.”

(Y/N) frowned. “I’m trying to save all your lives. The Curses are alive. I saw them.”

Naoya scoffed. “Trying to get back in our good graces. Petty move for a traitor! Leave before I have you killed.”

“You have to believe—!”

“(Y/N). Don’t make the situation worse. We’re handling this,” said Megumi. He spoke harshly to ensure that she backed off. He couldn’t risk her getting hurt after he spared her life.

(Y/N) jerked back. “Fine. If you won’t do anything, then I will.” She turned her horse and left through the crowd.

“They’re not gonna listen to you, you’re a girl again, remember?” said Gojo.

“I’ll make them listen,” said (Y/N).

Megumi watched her go, and his stomach twisted. What if she was right and the curses were there? It could have been the cold playing tricks on her, but… The thought of Kenjaku being alive made Megumi shiver.

As Megumi walked to the top of the stairs to Emperor Yaga, he held Kenjaku’s sword tightly in his grasp. Behind him, his soldiers bowed to the crowd, and a great Japanese dragon costume followed them in a display of power. Naoya stood by Megumi’s side, slightly frustrated by how Megumi was the one being honored, not him. However, all attention was stolen, and silence descended on the crowd as Yaga stepped out to address them.

“My children, heaven smiles down upon Japan,” said Yaga. “We shall sleep safely tonight thanks to the efforts of our brave sons.”

Megumi flinched at the mention of “sons.” (Y/N) is no sun, and she was braver than any of us. Nonetheless, he cleared his throat and held the sword out to Yaga. “Your Majesty, I present to you the katana of Kenjaku.”

As Megumi held it out to Yaga, a seagull-like bird swooped down and stole it from his hands. The crowd gasped. (Y/N)’s eyes widened. The Curses were making a move. The bird dropped the sword atop the palace roof, where Kenjaku caught it as he stepped from the shadows.

Megumi drew his sword, but from underneath the dragon costume behind him, the remaining Curses jumped out with their weapons. He was knocked to the ground as they grabbed Yaga and dragged him into the palace. As Megumi ran to catch up with them and Itadori, Yuuta, Noritoshi, and Toudou broke from the troop to help, the Curses fired at them before locking the grand palace doors.

The soldiers hurried to grab a statue and use it as a battering ram, but it was not working. The palace was built to withstand attacks, and now with the Curses inside, no one could get to them from the ground.

(Y/N) broke from the ground and ran up to the palace, Gojo on her shoulder. “They’re never going to get to the Emperor in time.”

“What are you going to do?” asked Gojo.

(Y/N) looked at her friends. “Get some help.” She ran to them. “Hey!” The men stared at her, but she stood tall and strong against their gazes. “I have an idea.”

Itadori, Yuuta, Toudou, and Noritoshi looked at each other before nodding and following (Y/N). “What is it?”

She held up several spare kimonos geisha performers had. “If men are going to underestimate women, we should use that to our advantage.”

She tossed the outfits to her friends as she pulled a dark blue and black kimono on. The men didn’t hesitate, listening to (Y/N)’s wisdom. Itadori put on a pink limono, Yuuta a pale blue, Toudou light grey, and Noritoshi red.

All “Be a man! We must be swift as a coursing river, Be a man!

They each went to a pillar and drew a sash to use as leverage, just like (Y/N) had with the wooden pillar during training.

All “With all the force of a great typhoon, Be a man!”

As (Y/N) prepared to climb, a hand rested on her shoulder. She turned and was met with Megumi by her side.

“I’m with you,” said Megumi, squeezing her shoulder.

(Y/N) smiled. “I’m glad.”

All “With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!”

And so, they began their climb to save the Emperor and Japan from Kenjaku and the Curses. A team.

“Alright, any questions?” asked (Y/N) after checking on the two guards watching the door of the balcony when Kenjaku was holding Yaga.

“Does this dress make me look fat?” asked Toudou. In response, Noritoshi slapped him upside the head.

“Alright, let’s go,” said (Y/N).

Megumi watched as the rest of the group walked up to the guards. They fanned themselves to seem demurer (and so the men could hide their more manly features). They laughed and bat their eyes at the guards flirtatiously.

“Concubines,” remarked a guard.

“Ugly concubines,” said another, wrinkling his nose.

As Itadori, Yuuta, Noritoshi, and Toudou got closer, one of the apples Itadori was using for breasts fell from his dress, and he gasped in embarrassment and sheepishly fanned himself. The (frankly idiotic) guard reached down and held it back out. (Obviously, these men had been away from women for a long time). The boys just grinned as they pulled out the rest of their fruit.

Toudou smashed the watermelons he was holding down on two guards’ heads and then knocked their heads together. Itadori stuffed his other apple in a guard’s mouth before kneeing him in the stomach and kicking him to the ground unconscious. Noritoshi dodged punches from a Curse, grabbed his arm, and flipped him to the ground. Yuuta expertly dodged an attack, threw an apple into his opponent’s face, and swiftly knocked him unconscious with a punch. (Y/N) dodged an arrow from a Curse’s bow and tackled him before he could reload.

Pinning him down and strangling him unconscious with his own bow, she called to Megumi, “Go, Megumi!”

Megumi obeyed and ran past her. Throwing open the doors, he ran up to the terrace where Kenjaku was threatening Emperor Yaga with death if he didn’t bow. Just as Kenjaku raised his blade, Megumi jumped between them and blocked the blow.

“Go, Your Majesty!” cried Megumi, kicking Kenjaku back.

Kenjaku grabbed Megumi and slammed him to the ground, much stronger than the young man. The two grabbled as the rest of Megumi’s group arrived.

“Toudou, guard the Emperor,” ordered (Y/N).

“Sorry, Your Majesty!” said Toudou brightly. He picked up Yaga, grabbed his sash, and used the cloth to zipline down the lantern rope to the crowd below. Itadori, Yuuta, and Noritoshi followed suit.

“No!” growled Kenjaku from where Megumi was now holding him down. Not only had most of his men been killed, but now his revenge had been foiled as well. He tossed Megumi off him and grabbed him by the throat. He slammed Megumi’s head down again, knocking him unconscious.

From where she was preparing to make her escape, (Y/N) instead jumped down from the balcony railing to help Megumi. She couldn’t let him be killed by Kenjaku. She wouldn’t let him be killed. Before Kenjaku could go after the Emperor and the rest of her friends, (Y/N) picked up Kenjaku’s sword and cut down the rope. The sword lodged in the wood of the pillar from the force of her blow. Kenjaku lunged to catch it while (Y/N) ran to help Megumi awaken. Kenjaku growled in anger as the rope fell to the ground below them. The Emperor had escaped. He had lost again.

He turned on (Y/N) and Megumi and picked up his katana from the pillar. Megumi pushed her away as Kenjaku attacked. He attempted to draw a dagger from his belt, but Kenjaku kicked it away and grabbed him by the collar.

“You took away my victory!” hissed Kenjaku, holding his sword to pierce Megumi’s heart.

“No!” declared (Y/N), drawing his attention away. She held her hair up in the traditional male style. “I did.”

Kenjaku’s eyes widened. “The soldier from the mountains.” The cause of his first defeat stood before him.

Having successfully taken his attention from Megumi, (Y/N) dashed back into the hall with Kenjaku on her heels as Megumi tried to stand with his dizziness.

“What’s the plan?!” cried Gojo, bounding up beside her.

(Y/N) halted in front of a window and pointed out to the fireworks. “I need you to light them.”

Gojo’s eyes gleamed mischievously as he realized what she had in mind. “Alright! Let’s go!” He clambered out the window and ran across the lantern rope to the tower where men were setting of fireworks.

Behind (Y/N), Kenjaku rounded a corner. He reached for her, and (Y/N) swung outside onto the windowsill to avoid him. She jumped and grabbed ahold of the edge of the roof. She needed to get away from Kenjaku. In pure strength, she could not beat him, so she had to fight smart.

As Gojo commandeered the firework tower, (Y/N) ran across the roof as the crowd gasped and watched. Her friends gazed up in worry as Kenjaku followed her up. (Y/N) stepped onto the beam running across the center of the roof. She needed to get this right, keep him there long enough for Gojo to be ready. But to do so, (Y/N) needed to stay alive. She cursed the fact that she had no weapon as she backed away from his menacing approach. All she had was her moonstone.

Alright. I’ll make do with that.

“It appears you’re out of ideas,” sneered Kenjaku.

As he stabbed at her, (Y/N) shifted to the side, letting him throw off his balance.

“No. I’m not,” said (Y/N) simply.

She drew her moonstone from her pocket and threw it at his head. It knocked him over, forcing him to his hands and knees just as Gojo lit his rocket. Before Kenjaku could comprehend what was happening, he was hit by the firework and sent careening off to the other firework tower. (Y/N) jumped from the roof to a lantern rope as he hit the tower and exploded into a rainbow of colors with the other fireworks. The explosion knocked her to the ground, and she rolled to a stop beneath the palace steps, groaning as bruises and cuts formed in the fall.

Her friends ran to her side and helped her up. Before she could ask where he was and if he was alright, Megumi ran out the palace’s front doors and down to her. He hugged her tightly as soon as he was within arm’s reach of her.

“You’re alright,” he said.

(Y/N) turned pink but hugged back. “I am.”

“Where is she?!” cried an angry voice.

Megumi instantly pushed (Y/N) behind him, and Toudou and Noritoshi stepped in front as well. Itadori and Yuuta brought up the rear of the small circle around (Y/N).

Naoya, singed and covered in suit, glowered down at them as he marched towards them. “Where is she?!” he demanded. “She’s done it. She’s crossed the line! Interfering with matters of the Emperor’s life! The impudence of that girl! Stand aside!”

“She’s a hero,” retorted Megumi sharply.

“She’s a woman,” scoffed Naoya condescendingly. “She’ll never be worth anything more than her face and body.”

Megumi grabbed Naoya by the collar. “Care to repeat that?” he asked in a dangerous voice.

“That is enough,” said the voice of the emperor, silencing the argument.

Megumi and Naoya drew apart as Yaga approached. “Your Majesty, I can explain—” began Megumi, but Yaga raised a hand to stop him. (Y/N)’s friends exchanged glances before drawing away so Yaga could look at her.

(Y/N) stepped forward and bowed the Emperor. She was going to act honorably if these were to be her final moments.

“I’ve heard quite a bit about you, (L/N) (Y/N),” said Yaga, looking at (Y/N) observantly. Naoya sneered, and Megumi winced. “You stole your father’s armor, ran away from home, impersonated a soldier, deceived your commanding officer—” his voice rose, and (Y/N) fidgeted nervously “—dishonored the Japanese army, destroyed my palace, and—” (Y/N) waited for her fate to be sealed, but suddenly, Yaga relaxed and smiled “—you have saved us all.”

(Y/N) blinked in surprised and straightened. She wasn’t sure how to respond. Yaga then bowed, and (Y/N)’s eyes widened. The Emperor was bowing to her. Naoya stammered, but not wanting to displease the Emperor, he too bowed before her. Megumi grinned in satisfaction and bowed as well. The rest of (Y/N)’s friends followed suit. The crowds below saw their Emperor and followed his example, bowing. (Y/N) looked around herself in shock. She had expected death, not honor, from her actions.

Gojo wiped a tear from his eye as he watched the happenings from the roof. “Look at that. She’s all grown up and saving Japan!”

Yaga straightened. “Naoya.”

“Yes, Your Excellency?” said Naoya, trying to keep the bitterness of (Y/N) being honored instead of punished out of his voice.

“See to it this woman is made a member of my council,” said Yaga.

(Y/N) straightened in surprise from the honor, and she looked at Megumi in astonishment, who just smiled as if saying “You earned this.”

Naoya froze. “What?! A member?! But…there are no council seats open,” he chuckled, glaring at (Y/N).

“Very well. She can have your job,” said Yaga, not missing a beat.

“What?” cried Naoya. He sputtered indignantly but shut up when Yaga levelled s olemn look at him. Megumi smirked at seeing him put in his place.

“With all due respect, Emperor Yaga,” said (Y/N), doing her best to remain polite and say the correct thing in the correct tone. “I would like to return home. I’ve been gone for too long.”

Yaga nodded, understanding the decision. “Then take this.” He lifted a medallion with the engraving of a moon from it. “This medal was awarded to me for leading Japan to victory in battle many moons ago. Let it be a mark of what you have done for this country now.”

(Y/N) bowed her head as Yaga placed it around her neck. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“And, of course, this.” Yaga handed Kenjaku’s fallen katana to (Y/N). “With these, the world will know of what you have done for Japan.”

(Y/N) bowed yet again in thanks for the gracious gifts Emperor Yaga had bestowed upon her. Then, she turned and faced her friends. She smiled, a large and honest one. “Thank you all for helping me. I could not have done it without you.”

“It was our honor,” said Megumi, bowing his head and smiling.

“You turned out to be alright,” said Noritoshi, shrugging.

“We’re really glad you were here,” said Itadori brightly.

“You’re an awesome fighter!” said Toudou.

“We will miss working with you,” said Yuuta.

She smiled at each of them, finishing on Megumi. “I will miss you all as well.” (Y/N) bowed again before walking to Midnight. She swung herself up onto the saddle where Gojo was hiding in Midnight’s made and gave them a final farewell nod.

Megumi’s gaze did not leave her as she disappeared into the crowd. He had wanted to approach her, say something more than just “it was our honor.” He had desired to hold her close and promise he was always on her side and was glad she was alive and so impressed by her strength and determination.

The Emperor cleared his throat, coming to Megumi’s side. “Until it reaches fullness, the moon is but a sliver of light amongst a thousand stars. But once it is whole, it is brighter than all others.”

“Sir?” asked Megumi.

Yaga sighed. “You don’t let a star like that leave your life once you’ve found it.” He smiled pointedly at Megumi and then turned away.

Megumi stared out at where (Y/N) had disappeared into the distance. He knew he had to go talk to her. He wouldn’t lose (Y/N). He wouldn’t lose such an amazing woman.

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jovalencia · 7 months

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hiii best of luck with moving <3 it’s the kind of trenches i wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy… unrelatedly as requested here’s a dope poster i bought from the poster fair yesterday and here’s my cat

they are named the Great Battle of Lillypad and Pixie respectively <3

literally it’s so awful and I Know you get that. at least I’m not going far idk how you managed that. legit braver than the troops. I Love that poster it’s so funny my favorites are the ones in the bottom right corner. and whenever you post your cat it makes me very happy. I hope you and her are both taking well to the move and feeling more at home <3

#talia🌴#you’re getting a tag btw surprise. palm tree was the first thing that came to mind I’m not married to it

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shardkeeperwip · 1 year

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I decided to move the opening of Shardkeeper to earlier in the day to better introduce Rebecca and Paige before things hit the fan.

Excerpt under the cut.

My chest tightened and my feet rooted themselves to the dirt below while the other girls moved easily around me. Free choice of partners – so freeing to everyone else – froze me to the spot. Canoeing. It was just canoeing. I could hardly slow anyone down or get in anyone’s way. It was just sitting in a little boat and rowing. I’d wanted to do it a half-hour ago. Now I was sure I was going to mess up.

Sasha hurried past me to play rock-paper-scissors with Alma over who got to pair with Jasmine, the only one in the troop who’d been canoeing before. Other girls gravitated to their best friends or split off from larger gaggles into duos. I scanned the thinning crowd for someone who might offer their hand first. I didn’t want to annoy anyone. I told myself that it wouldn’t matter that I’d never done this before. Almost none of us had. We’d all be equally bad at it.

Some eyes glanced at me and then quickly slid away to other partners just as our gazes met. I’d done it. I’d held still too long and made it weird.

I felt a presence behind me and a light smack on my shoulder. I turned to see Paige Cullen’s freckled face and cheerful brown eyes.

“Come on, Rebecca,” said Paige, smiling brightly. “Don’t just stand there. Let’s pick a canoe and go!”

The tension that paralyzed me in place melted into relief, followed by regret.

“She just follows Paige around everywhere. Like she’s lost.” The whisper overheard at breakfast echoes in my thoughts.

“You’re okay with always doing stuff with me?” I asked before I could stop myself.

Paige raised an eyebrow. “Where’s this coming from?” She cast a fierce gaze around at the other campers as though hoping she’d catch one of them smirking.

“I just… I mean… I’m not holding you back, am I?” I stammered. “In case you want to go with someone else?”

“I’m cool with going with you,” said Paige. “Did you want to go with someone else?”

By now everyone else was partnered up, so I shook my head and followed Paige. Why shouldn’t I always hang out with her? She was my friend, after all. I hesitated to call her a “best friend” because I’ve never really been sure where the mark is for that sort of thing, but we probably counted. She’d introduced herself to me at lunch one day. I was too shy to do more than just answer her questions at first, but now we share our interests and hang out. I don’t know how I’d have ever gotten along if Paige hadn’t made the first move.

Seven canoes set forth on the small lake (really more of a large pond, I thought). It didn’t take long to get the hang of rowing as we worked together to steer. A light breeze and an overcast sky kept us cool while a pair of ducks watched us from the reeds. It was nice. I let myself relax and followed Paige’s commands when she wanted to turn. It seemed silly that I’d been so hesitant earlier. This was fun.

“Your turn,” said Paige. She turned in her seat to face me.

“Huh?”

“To lead. You need to face the other way.”

“Oh. Uh.” I felt my stomach drop as the canoe rocked from side to side when I readjusted. What if I capsized us?

The canoe stabilized and I settled into place. I could see that another canoe had lost a paddle and the girls were pulling it back with the one they still had. They weren’t angry at each other for losing it, just giggling and cheering when they got it in reach.

“I need to be braver,” I muttered.

“Hm?”

I considered pretending I hadn’t said it aloud. That I’d just said ‘Let’s go left’ or something else. But I swallowed and repeated myself, head turned to Paige could hear.

“I need to be braver. I’ve been so worried about messing things up that I’ve been holding myself back. Look, Katie and Amanda can lose a paddle and carry on like nothing happened. I… I think I need to let myself make mistakes. I need to be braver.”

I wanted to scream. I really just said that all out loud, hadn’t I? I looked back at Paige, who put a hand to her chin in thought.

“You know,” she said. “I might just have an idea.”

#WIP: Shardkeeper #excerpt #writing

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