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Jen Bean

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This scene lives in my head rent free~
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Laurel stole a moment for themself, folding their arms tight, feeling singular, a barren branch in a garden. Choosing Day, Laurel had pictured it from the yearnings of others. In the classroom, while napping on the long lecture tables lined against the windows, their head propped against a loose fist. A boy in the middle of the room, the one who always stayed behind with all the questions, spoke of Choosing Day like he had lived it. His peers encircled him as he gestured vividly, embellishing every sight, every sound, all five senses. He boasted about what he was going to wear, what Pleas he’d practice more; a high collared robe of gold and teal, cinched with a gemmed belt, rain-calling spells. And Laurel saw, behind sleeping eyes, vision rouged by the sun, the flame haired boy with ebony skin, decorated in droplets of ray. He crossed his arm with his Ikon, a woman haloed. He drank from her cup, sharing her divinity. Laurel dreamed, perhaps they’d look handsome in gold too. They woke, seeing the boy in the center of the classroom. He laughed, gleaming too bright for Laurel to dream.

November 9, 2025 at 10:05 PM

Jen Bean

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Going for the vibe! Exploring this idea for the opening paragraph.
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All Dien wanted to think about was the bouncing weight of Callisto the calico on his shoulders. Being tethered to something alive was sensory fireworks and more overwhelming than what his synthetic brain expected. He felt each bob of her paws as she tried to anchor herself against the sway. When she eventually balled in the back corner of her carrier, he felt her warmth pressed to the thin of his shirt as he shielded her with his coat from the cold. Dien had an obsessive urge to preserve everything about her and to make good on the pleasures life had promised her.

November 8, 2025 at 4:07 AM

Jen Bean

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I do like how this scene came together 😊
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He stretched his voice for help until it went hoarse. He was alone.
Tears threatened him. But he held it back. His chest ballooned and singed as he fought it. Then his breath hitched and a scent swirled in the back of his tongue, not earthy and mineral tinged like the cave. Ivo drew another heated breath. He swore he tasted flowers. He prodded the void again, this time a pungent bouquet fumed up the back of his skull and pooled around his temple. It reminded him of clusters of white blooms that sprung from oil-leafed hedges, that smelled so sweetly they stopped him in his tracks as he played chase with his cousins in the garden. When the florets gave too much, their perfume distilled to a savory musk that clung to the roof of his mouth, like it did now.
Ivo latched on to the unseen trail and moved towards where the scent lingered strongest. The familiar floral musk eased his nerves and made him vulnerable. He gently slacked his eyelids shut to dampen the dry pinch.

November 6, 2025 at 1:05 AM

Jen Bean

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This snippet makes me want to wiggle in a good way :D
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“Sevryn! You are a disgrace!” Hethe seethed and gripped the hilt of the sword latched to his belt until his knuckles paled. Something changed in Hethe that made the hairs on Laurel’s neck swarm. The way he coiled his knees and curled his back, he was ready to lunge. Laurel threw a hand in front of Hethe before he could spring. Rage twisted Hethe’s features, wringing lines around his eyes and mouth. He pulled on his sword until steel peeked from its sheath. A flash of cold ran up Laurel’s back and they pushed their palms back until the pads of their fingers kissed metal.

November 4, 2025 at 6:13 PM

Jen Bean

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Found one! Nice!
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“I won’t rest until I can perform the welcoming ceremony like the other sorcerers. I can’t promise the plant will look as nice as theirs but I won't have a spoiling tree by my feet when the Queen passes by.” Laurel answered. “Mine just need to blend in enough so the Queen won’t dismiss me before the test.”
“You still have three moons and you are out here everyday. Soon, I’m sure.” Hethe nodded. Laurel could tell he was combating a frown by the way his brow squirmed.
“I’m getting closer, in the next few days, even!” Laurel forced a laugh, “Then I’ll miss eating lunch like this.”
“I’ll bring something hot tomorrow.” Hethe softened his tone.

November 3, 2025 at 9:17 PM

Jen Bean

@splitbeansoup.bsky.social

Kingdom Hearts is light!

October 31, 2025 at 4:27 PM

Jen Bean

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Placebo spell. (One of the interactions between the character that I quite enjoyed ✨)
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October 30, 2025 at 7:02 PM

Jen Bean

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No hats but found hairnet~ Ah, I'm flip-flopping on this snippet after reading it again since giving it a rest. ( I also realized that I might have to write another prologue but I Iiked the one I wrote before 🙂🛌 )
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