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Thanks for the tag @hallowedfury!

My words: everything, combat, swim, instant, exist

Solana swallowed hard, backing away from her. “Can you at least go easy on us?”

Hades laughed as though she’d asked him to turn the sky red. “Go easy on you? My dear, do you think that Orpheus and Anargyros are going to go easy on you?” he responded, “They’re going to hit you with everything they’ve got, and you need to be ready to hit back just as hard, if not harder.”

“I know that, but we’re total beginners at this. Wouldn’t it be better to start by going easy on us, and then, when we have some idea of what we’re doing, train us in all-out combat?” Blue Moon interjected, “You can’t throw us in the deep end, and expect us to instantly know how to swim.”

Phoebe sighed deeply, shaking her head. “If we had time to cover all of the basics with you before delving into full-fledged combat, we would, but I’m afraid that time isn’t on our side. The instant that Orpheus and Anargyros find out that you exist, they’re going to come for you, so you need to be ready to handle whatever they throw at you.”

Tagging @thebejeweledwatercat and @sunflowersforthemoon!

Find the word tag

thank you @andyswritings for the tag!

Rules: I give you words to find in your WIPs, then you tag others and give them words to find!

My words: wrong, useful, panic, weapon

Yours words: reach, certain, hope, revenge

no pressure tags to: @indigowriting @alinacapellabooks @sarandipitywrites

snippets under the cut

From Ruthless Reign:

Calisse falls back to trail behind Reign and Ezrik as she plows forward. Deane holds the door open, already soaked through with the rain beating down on him, and grinning as if not a thing in the world is wrong. There’s hope in his smile, and there’s hope in Reign’s heart as she steps through the threshold and leaves the castle for the first time in her life. 

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It hadn’t always been that way. The first few years were okay, when her mother was still around to love her. Reign was given a basic education, learning to read and write as any kid might, but it stopped there. She’s an adult now, with the education of a child, because once Reign’s mother disappeared, Reign was no longer allowed the same privileges the other castle children got. Instead, once her mother was gone, Reign was taught more useful things, like how to cook and clean, how to wait on the royalty that owned her. 

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“Reign, it’s alright,” Ezrik assures her softly, scooting closer where he kneels next to her. His hands are extended towards her, a surrender and an offer. “You’re okay, it’s just a dream. You’re safe.” 

A strike of pain shoots down her spine as she pushes herself up into a sitting position. Still unsure if she’s awake or dreaming, Reign presses a shaking hand against her side where she’d felt the blade pierce her. But there’s no blood. No wound. 

Only a dream. 

Reign tries to calm her panicked breathing, but when she starts to take inventory of her body, all of her aches, she notices the familiar fire in the center of her chest, not yet a flame but a smoldering ember. Enough to make her heart beat a little faster. She flattens her palm against that heat, looking wildly towards Ezrik. 

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Maybe not today, but one day, he will make them suffer the way Reign has. 

She has suffered more than anyone deserves to. She has dealt with more pain, more abuse, more hopelessness than anyone Ezrik has ever met, and yet she’s willingly taking more of it on behalf of Ezrik. Because they threatened his life, she offered hers. 

The whole thing was a bluff, and Ezrik knew it, but Reign didn’t. The King and every single one of his knights could come after Ezrik and still they’d be no match. Not when he’s the largest dragon ever recorded. There is no weapon of theirs that could pierce him enough to do any real damage. There’s no armor in the world that won’t buckle under his teeth and claws. 

Alrighty, one down, three to go, not sure if I'll be able to do this one very well but we'll see

My words are: familiar, equal, pierce, door

Actually might not be too hard to get a few of those

From one of my attempts at writing The Box:

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The box was inside, I could feel it. Somehow we were linked like twisted soul mates. Even now when awake I feel as though, were it possible, I could dissect and lobotomize my brain in pursuit of its engram. Would there be a little box inside the gooey mess of my unviewed memories turned tangible constructs? Just as there is a box in here, somewhere within the espance of the dream world.

When at last my nonphysical body made its way up the porch, once again barely avoiding the pointed up nail, I believe I grasped the handle as if to turn the DOOR inward, only to instantly find myself inside. Or was I never outside at all? In this vacuous housing of white the world I had remembered but now could find little truth in began to fade. I had felt, and still feel for some reason, as though I had always just been standing here. Frozen in place,  starting at the snaking purple before me, which branched in this modern architecture like a great beast, the hydra's many heads. All memory of before seemed questionable, and it was unbacked by visible observation as out the DOORs peephole I found only the grand final escape of harsh yellow sky.

I did not have long. Did I? Perhaps I had an eternity in there. The alchemisticly project experience of eternity subjecting me to wander the labyrinth of white and purple until even a body unconstrained by mortal tiredness began to feel exhausted by the constant marching towards. Towards what? Towards the box I suppose.

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Closest I could find for "pierce" was "cut", used one of my attempts at writing Downfall:

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Just as he tried to warn Cullen they hit it, their ship lurching up with a great cracking noise like snapped bone. The wood creaked and bawled in unison with the wind,  hollering with pain. As it split down the middle Sam And Cullen scrambled for anything they could use as a raft, abandoning ship was the only option.

For hours they drifted, shivering as their clothing was soaked and cold.

"Cullen," Sam said at last, hesitantly breaking the silence, "are you okay?"

Cullen was in no way okay, beyond what already afflicted himself and Sam, maintaining the ship had left him bruised, CUT, and in all sorts of pain. But he wasn't going to talk about it.

"Doesn't matter, you doing alright?"

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Really couldn't find a usage of "equal", and the times I found "same" used didn't really fit either. but I forgot I wrote this ages ago and I found it funny so I went with an attempt at The Assassin of Norm:

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“Run of the mill!” He questioned angrily for what must have been the fifth time now. “I am the great crimson plague of Ducere! How could you tell that man that, Theo?”

“Well to be fair,” I replied exasperated as I’m pretty sure I’ve already explained this part. “I didn't know at the time that you were some ‘great crimson plague of Ducere’, now did I?”

“Well you should have tried to stand up for me? What of my honor?”

“Your honor? What honor?” Elif jumped in for the first time in this exhausting conversation, up till now, they had only ever nodded along to the points we had made looking very confused. Us all being in here together, despite it not being long, sometimes I forget that Elif is only fourteen.

“My honor-” Sir Aaron said now as exasperated as me, turning to explain this as though everyone should understand it. “-in being the greatest arsonist in the last fifty years, plaguing south Ducere while at the SAME time on the hunt for myself.”

“And you’re proud of this?” She asked.

“Yesss! Theo, next time you get the chance, be sure to defend me next time. Okay?”

“Yeah sure, next time they ask I’ll tell them all about how daring and dangerous you are. And then they can come and arrest you for rebelling against the emperor. Happy?” I snapped more than annoyed.

“Rebelling against the emperor? But I’m not rebelling against the emperor, I'm just an arsonist. You’re the one who is rebelling against the emperor.”

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Once again can't find the exact word, just gonna use "friendly" and AoN to get this one over with so I can finish the rest:

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Inside, Jorgans Golden Elixir had quite a simple and quaint interior, it reminded me of home with its simple rickety doors and limited lighting. The entire Tavern was bathed in a cool dim light, and was almost devoid of life with only a couple scraggly teens pretending to be adults and a big brute in the corner.

Not giving any of them a second though I walked up to a short fat guy with an oblong face who manned the bar.

“Good Dey,” I called out to him cheerfully. Putting on my best business-like yet FRIENDLY smile “Might I trouble you for a drink? I’m so terribly parched after my journey.”

The man, a bit put off by my peculiar approach, gathered himself before getting straight to my request. “That’ll be no trouble sir, can fetch you a bottle of brandy or ale, or would you like to try our famous Golden Elixir? Finest wine in all Ducere, south to north.” The man had said this last part with much pride in his voice and eyes.

“Those are all tempting offers but I’m afraid I’m here on business so it will be only water for today.

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Okay, if you get tagged the words you're looking for are: death, fist, bird, time

Okay if you can't find them, this is actually really hard imo

@dyrewrites @shepardsherd @emberlyric @backtoshittyfirstdrafts

Find the word

Thanks @mysticstarlightduck for the tag!

My words: loyal, haste, frost, glory

Your words: familiar, equal, pierce, door

Tagging with 0 pressure: @aziz-reads @andyswritings @cowboybrunch @blind-the-winds @little-peril-stories @eccaiia @jezifster @mk-writes-stuff @reininginthefirewriting @badluck990 @addicted2coke-theothercoke @i-can-even-burn-salad @sleepywriter00 @finxi-writes @finickyfelix @albatris or anyone else who wants to hop on!

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @fairy-tales-of-yesterday y'all want to do this? Go ahead

Keep reading for:

Noelle's research part two (part one was here)

Jack, Jill, and Beau climb a beanstalk

TWO SOTL passages???? Anyways Jack is having a good time

Shapeshifting chitchat

(Dis)loyal - from The Secret Portal Part Two (article Noelle reads)

When I first joined the Aequales, I fully believed in the ideals that were preached. Now, I am unsure of what to do. It is true, the Aequales wants to bring peace to our world. The Aequales wants Inutilia to have the same rights as other Alii. As a fader, I still believe that Inutilia should not be treated the way they have in the past. I believe that Raissa Kamanzi’s methods are flawed. But Atsila McLain is not who we’ve been looking for. I had nothing but respect for the woman when I first joined. But as the years have gone on, I have found her to be insufferable. She’s demanding, harsh, zealoted, and disloyal to those around her. She doesn’t even seem to care much for her family, only obsessed with the end goals in mind. The ends do not always justify the means, and I am starting to believe she is no better than Raissa Kamanzi. It seems that even though Atsila does not appear to be lying about the rights of Inutilia, it is awfully convenient that her best friend is Inutil. Due to her being in high political standing in her neighborhood, having a high socioeconomic status, her connections to both the Sector 8 and 9 governments, and umbrakinesis, it is no wonder she is able to persuade the masses to her side. The Aequales does have many Inutilia members, some of them ex-Refuga, but there are a disproportionate amount of powered individuals, many of them using the Aequales’ guise of morality as an excuse to be bigoted to Aequalis Inutilia. Does Atsila kick out these bigots for not holding her ideals? No. She uses the advantage. She uses their pull to gain more and more followers. More and more people away from Raissa Kamanzi. I admit, it’s a brilliant strategy. But I cannot stand for a person who turns a blind eye to the very thing she’s supposedly fighting against just because the ends will justify the means.

Loyalty is a strong theme in TSP why do I never use it lol

Haste - from School of the Legends Year One

Outside, Jack, Jill, and Beau stood around the giant beanstalk, all armed with helmets, rope, and sickels around their waists, just in case one of them fell and had to dig into the side of the stalk in a haste. They tied the rope around each of their waists--Beau leading the way and Jack taking up the rear. “Alright,” said Beau, digging his foot into the side of the beanstalk and grabbing onto loose tendrils sticking out of it. “Let’s do this.” He began to climb up the side of the beanstalk. After he was high enough, Jill followed him. Jack looked up the beanstalk again. He couldn’t see the top, and today it was very cloudy--it may have been above the clouds. That wasn't a good sign. There was no way they’d reach the top, but surely Jill and Beau knew that. They were just having a bit of fun. And Jack was going to have fun, too. Once it was his turn, he followed his sister up the side of the giant beanstalk. The beanstalk was a lot easier to climb than Jack initially thought. It was about as thick as a tree trunk and had many layers of intertwined, well, stalks. Jack did slip a few times, but so did Beau and Jill. Maybe they were all average climbers. After what seemed like hours, Jack was beginning to get tired. How much longer until they were at the top? Jack strengthened his grip before he dared to tilt his head up. When he saw it was still forever, he felt weakened. Maybe if I looked down I could see how far we’ve come. Nope. That was a rubbish idea. “Beau!” Jack called upward. “Yes?” Beau yelled back. “Is there any way we could possibly speed this up?” “Yeah!” said Jill. “It’s starting to get a little less fun than expected.” “Okay,” said Beau. “Just give me a second.” Jack tilted his head back to look at Beau, who appeared to be concentrating. A tickling sensation on his chest caused Jack to jump. Parts of the beanstalk were wrapping around his torso, tight enough to be firm, and yet loose enough to allow him to breathe. “Hold on!” Beau said. Jack looked back up just in time to see his cousin thrust his hand groundward, and the three of them were shot toward the sky. A scream seemed to escape Jack’s lips, but he didn’t hear any sound. He struggled to keep his eyes open against the speed. He couldn’t find any way to speak, so silently willed Beau to stop, or at least slowdown. After a moment or so, it appeared to have worked. Well, it didn’t--Beau just stopped.

Not the most exciting passage imo but it was my only use of the word

Frost - from School of the Legends Year One

Jack stood with his feet just over shoulder-width apart, his left foot slightly behind his right. He focused his eyes on the wheelbarrow a few yards ahead. He pulled his left arm back and shot it forward. A stream of ice leapt out of his palm, striking the tire of the wheelbarrow. Jack laughed, spinning around. “Didja see that?!” “Sure did,” Jill said, grinning broadly. “You’re getting better at that.” Jack was sure his face was gonna split--that’s how hard he was smiling. He bounced on the balls of his feet to look back at the frozen wheel. Sure, he was aiming for the bed of the wheelbarrow, but honestly, who cared? Certainly not Jack. It had been a few weeks since their adventure up the beanstalk, and ever since the surprise letter, Jack had been trying out these ice powers he’d apparently possessed his whole life--that was something Jack still thought came out of the blue, although in the time that had past, it was starting to become more natural. His aim, still, was not terrible, not great, just average--so Jack was still Jack. “Thanks,” Jack said, responding to his sister. “Aw, this is wicked, ain’t it?” “You bet it is!” Jill said, crossing over to kneel beside the wheelbarrow. “You shot this out of your hand! I couldn’t even do that if I tried!” “Have you tried?” Jill pursed her lips. She stood again and backed up until she was next to Jack. She mimicked his earlier thrust of the palm. “Yeah, I tried.” “It’s still a little weird that I can do it,” Jack admitted. “Why? Because it’s above-average?” “Well, yeah, actually.” “Come on, Jack!” Jill said. “Stop being such a puss and enjoy this!” “Oh, I’m enjoying this alright,” Jack said, smiling again at the wheel. “It just feels… weird? Off-book? Out-of-character?” “Hey, if you want to feel more like your ‘old self,’ that appears to be an average amount of frost on that wheel.” Jack tilted his head slightly. “Yeah, you’re bang on with that.” Jill laughed, giving him a playful push on the shoulder.

Glory Importance (literally the closest synonym and it was only said once) - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Maddie POV)

“So, what does Liam have planned for you today?” she asked. “I dunno,” I said, shrugging. “We basically go over what each animal can do, and the importance of each one in a given situation. I assume more of that?” “Is that all y’all do?” I shrugged. “Pretty much. I mean, we focus on some combat.” “What does Liam turn into?” “I dunno, wood, diamonds, bricks. Water, sometimes.” “Which one of you is more powerful?” “I think technically he is,” I said. The doors slid open to an empty dining hall and we stepped in. I went to the replicator, ordered a granola bar, and then turned back into the elevator. “What Level are y’all again?” Kelsey asked as we stepped in. “Training room.” “I’m a Level-2, he’s Level-3,” I said. “So he is?” “I mean, shapeshifting is weird. The Levels aren’t related to each other.” “What are they?” “Uh, people, animals, textures,” I said. “One Level does all living things, and the highest Level can shift into anything. They’re called omnimorphs.” Kelsey let out a whistle. “Imagine being an omnimorph.” She cocked her head. “Could an omnimorph replicate the internal structure of an Alii?” I thought about it for a second. “Like, replicate their powers?” I shrugged. “Maybe. Do you think Hye-Jin is some level of omnimorph?” “I dunno,” Kelsey said as the doors slid open. “She could. It may not even be related.” “Either way,” I said as the two of us stepped into the training room, “omnimorphs are pretty rare. There hasn’t been a recorded one in a century.”

Levels are up to chance I'm figuring it out. Think Maddie is more powerful but unsure.

Find the Word Tag!

I was tagged by @tabswrites for this one! Thanks for the tag!

My words were: gently, fold, near, and glow

Snippets from Tales of Wilted Flowers.

Gently -

[...] His hand gently brushed against hers as they walked into the ballroom, a touch soft like a feather, trembling, almost unnoticed. She noticed. Eiralis held his hand in hers, turning to face him.

"What happened? Is everything alright?" She asked. It was most unlike him to seek comfort like this, and while not unwelcome, it was clear from how his pallor turned paper white that he was not okay - even though Rylisan was desperately trying to look the part.

He looked torn for a moment as if battling between telling her something and regretting his decision. Rylisan shook his head ever so slightly and gestured with it across the room, holding her hand a tad tighter than he intended to. His once soft eyes looked filled to the brim with hatred.

"No. They're here.... she's here."

Eiralis whirled around, looking in the direction he'd pointed to. And sure enough, there they were. Maeve Deinyra and Kallas Verehn - the worst wretched excuses for nobility on this side of the land, and the people who had gotten her love exiled. They certainly had mastered this game, and had she not known the full extent of their cruelty, she might've mistaken them for any common noble. Her narrowed eyes focused on the former.

The woman clad in crimson silk strutted into the room with more confidence than the princesses themselves, and there was something decidedly wolfish about the way she smiled as the elite gathered to shake hands with her gold-covered ones. Gold stolen by her scheming-bethothed, wandering hands Eiralis wanted nothing more than to break. Knowing what she did, Eiralis was glad to not be holding a glass, or she might've thrown it at Maeve herself.

"Don't worry, love," Eiralis said, forcing herself to look away from the vile couple. She'd never been more sure of something in her life. "We're going to kill them." [...]

Near -

[...] Faellyn frowned, half cringing as she realized how majorly screwed she was as those hurried footsteps echoed down the wooden staircase and a familiar face appeared shortly after, fuming with worry and anger. She opened her mouth to explain, but time had run out. 

“What were you thinking?!” Her guardian demands. “You were nearly caught. Do you realize that, if that King gets his hands on you, he will have you executed by sundown? How many times do I have to tell you: we will be clever about this. But no, you have to be just like your Father, don’t you? Is stupid heroics in your blood, or are you just trying to get us all killed?”

Faellyn sighs. Ahren’s paranoia was truly something else since she was little. Shadows on the wall turned to phantoms ready to suck their souls out, and doing what is right was just another way to die. This was no way to live and she was tired of running away every day. So she stepped up - even if stepping up meant undermining the treasonous fool who called himself king.

This wasn't really about her getting caught, Faellyn suspected. This was about Ahren's delusions of power - the plan that he had so carefully crafted for ten years to achieve a greatness that, for all his sacrifices, he wasn't so worthy of.

"You talk about my blood. My father was your uncle, you know. Do you forget that, cousin?"

Ahren paused, seemingly thinking about it, before continuing his rant with the same stubborn fury as he had moments prior.

“Not by blood, most certainly not," Ahren said, scoffing with an angry smile. He looked slightly childish. "I was his ward, I made a vow. I do what I have to do. And I’m not breaking that vow because you and the bunch of weirdos you call friends want to be the hero to save everyone. I don't care about everyone. That never did him any good, and it certainly won’t do to us. I won’t throw away my only chance to get what I want for once, just because you insist on following his doomed footsteps.” [...]

Fold -

Caladin folded his arms over his chest, leaning back against the inn's stony wall, amused.

"So what do you suggest?" He asked, leisurely, stretching his legs so that they rest upon the table before them. Micah and Lorelai looked at each other, mischief written in their smiles, as they moved to explain their plan.

"If the journal is correct, and it has been so far, Lord Eldryc is tracing the location of those strange jewels. From what I am guessing, they used to be an ancient artifact. He wants something, and if the monsters we saw down those woods are any indication, it's nothing good." Lorelai explained, laying down the journal on the table and pointing to the scattered notes that matched her suspicion. Caladin shuddered at a specific drawing of what looked like a living corpse, nodding swiftly for her to carry on.

"The last time an artifact like that was seen it was in the hands of Meridian Grimshail's navy, also known as the Scourge of Lydean Seas. We find where the artifact came from, we may - emphasis on that - find out what the High Sorcerer is up to."

Caladin scrambled into a straightened position, interrupting her explanation with a doubtful look. "Wait, wait, wait. Hold on, how can you be so sure? Meridian disappeared from the map years ago, and most of what is left is pure myth. I'm not risking my neck if our best plan is based on a storybook tale. Do we even know if that guy even had that thing?"

Lorelai smirked, gesturing towards Micah, who started rifling through his bag. He pulled out a small pouch and pulled out a handful of the contents. A small, broken shard shimmered like starlight on his tan skin. He quickly pocketed it before anyone else saw it.

"...I'll be damned." That was all Caladin could say. [...]

Glow -

Something glowed in the woods above like two bright golden eyes floating in the darkness. The forests went silent. No bird sang, no leaf fell. The living trees stopped whispering, and that was even more terrifying. Holding up their flickering lantern, Lorelai saw Xarian pull out his daggers. Behind them, Eiralis piped up.

"No, you shouldn't do tha - "

Vines shot up from the ground, as large as tree trunks, as fast as striking snakes. The earth beneath them crumpled as roots turned sharp and braided themselves onto more vines, wrapping around their boots and legs, immobilizing them. Except for Eiralis, around whom the attacking vines never wrapped, leaving a clearing beneath her. She bit her lip, awkwardly.

Then it all stopped. There was a gush of wind, and something blocked what dim light streaked from the trees above. Whatever or whoever it was seemed to have wings, like a hawk or an eagle, but much, much larger. She saw figures move on the corner of her eyes, from all directions. By the way the vines were constricting her, and how the thorns poked dangerously at her skin, she decided to stay still.

A second barely passed by, and the next time she blinked, someone was standing right in front of them. Someone who looked like a faery, but not quite - more wild, more bird-like. A dryad, she recognized them from the stories. Human-killers, defenders of forests. A pair of glowing golden eyes scrutinized her and the party behind her with ruthless precision, as the other figures - more dryads - disarmed them all.

Lorelai noted that one of his horns was broken.

"You shouldn't have brought them here, Eira. You know the rules about their kind, about this. They're monsters, assassins - disgusting filth that should not step foot on these grounds. Why would you put yourself in such company?"

He spoke in a language Lorelai couldn't understand. It wasn't Elvish and certainly wasn't common Faetongue. But from the way they spoke and looked at them all with such disdain, she knew it was nothing good. It felt like the words they were saying had a venom they needed to spit out.

Behind her, Lorelai saw Eiralis move, walking up to the figure. It was clear, somehow, that they knew each other. This exchange felt oddly familiar, in a way. Her suspicions were confirmed when her friend answered in the same sharp, unknown language.

"Let them go, Kaellel. There's a dangerous human approaching, a dark Sorcerer. He'll come back and this time he'll burn down our lands if we don't stop him. He'll kill you. He'll kill our clan. Please, let them help. Lord Eldryc is the one you should hunt down - you know him. Let them go."

The young man glared, silent. For a moment, Lorelai feared he would order his soldiers to kill them right then and there. But he didn't. The vines slithered away, back into the earth where they came from, called by him. Without saying a word, his soldiers disappeared back into the forest.

"You must prove what you say is true. For now, I'll let them go, and they stand an audience with the Elders. But they are your responsibility." For the first time, he spoke in their language, very fluently despite a sharp accent. Clearly, he intended for them to understand, but did not address them.

"The humans have their chance, sister. Don't prove me right, or I will slit their throats."

With that, he flew off into the darkness, leaving them in stunned silence. The party turned to Eiralis in unison, trying to make sense of all they'd just witnessed and heard. She rubbed the back of her neck, awkwardly twirling her hair in her fingers.

"... Um," She started, tentatively, with a soft, out-of-place laugh. "At least you're meeting my family?" [...]

Tagging: @oh-no-another-idea , @gummybugg, @sm-writes-chaos, @unstablewifiaccess, @lassiesandiego, @cabbojage , @the-mindless , @clairelsonao3 , @rickie-the-storyteller , @writernopal @thewardenofwinter, @lassiesandiego and @elshells

(Your words are: screech, treat, fight and loath)

Word Find Tag!

I'm catching up with my tags and asks today, because there were so many and I'm not sure if I'll have the time this week, so please bear with me my mutuals (:

I was tagged by @i-can-even-burn-salad, (here)! I'll go with my newest WIP, Of Starlight and Beasts, for this one!

My words are: hurt, help, mercy, and voice Your words are: loyal, haste, frost, and glory

I'll be tagging (gently, with absolutely no pressure): @lassiesandiego, @unstablewifiaccess, @hrmkingizzy, @elshells, @illarian-rambling, @meerawrites, @tabswrites, @rickie-the-storyteller, @jay-avian, @crowandmoonwriting, @writernopal, @elshells, @thetruearchmagos, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @clairelsonao3, @apolline-lucy, @oh-no-another-idea, @little-peril-stories, @cowboybruncha nd @kaylinalexanderbooks

✨Contains SPOILERS for the WIP Of Starlight and Beasts✨

Read more for the following scenes (below the cut) (:

A very confused magic boy (Arammys) and The Squad tm waking up in an unknown dungeon and meeting someone important who is not in a good mood.

An old enemy becoming a new friend. The characters make a gamble with their fates - this might be another trap, but it also might be the alliance that tips the scales in their favor. Only one way to find out.

The team's usually collected, calm and fearless character losing it for a second and being vulnerable for the first time in front of his friends. He hates it.

An adorable lesbian warrior showcasing an awesome hidden ability to save her newfound friends, and Arammys being terrified of heights.

Hurt

[...] "Are you okay?! Did they hurt you?" He heard a voice, her voice, coming from the other side of the cobblestone wall, muffled but still clear. The lighting was dim enough that he could see his hands, and there was clearly torch light coming from down the hall ahead.

It took little more than a second of adjusting his sight to realize they were trapped in a dungeon of sorts. How quaint.

Through the ringing in his ears, to the other side, he could also hear Tomasa cursing and punching something metallic, while straight ahead the twins quipped about something he could not quite make out. A strange ache flared in his head, and he closed his eyes tightly.

"I think I'm fine. But where-" He brushed his hands over his eyes, trying to refocus on something that wasn't the irritating ringing in his head "...Where are we though?"

"I'm not sure of where exactly - we got ambushed in the forest sometime ago and the next thing I know we woke up here."

"I figured that much pretty quick. But still, where are we? Do we know this place? Who do we get to thank for our undelighfully icky new accommodations now?"

Just as Arammys finished his sentence, there was a soundless woosh of fabric up ahead. He looked up, squinting through the bars, to see a long-haired figure clad in intricate armor standing right outside the door, stone-faced. He closed his mouth into a thin line.

"That would be me." [...]

Help

[...] "Why should we trust you?" Corah leveled her sword at him, the tip of the blade inches from him. Her eyes were unyielding, and behind her, the group watched the new arrival with a mix of shock and fear.

Bastien lifted up his hands placatingly, calmly taking a step forward and letting the sword hit the chest plate of his armor.

"Because I can help. If you go into her realm alone, none of you will make it out."

Corah scoffed, tightening her grip on the blade's hilt. She tilted her head. "That's awfully convenient coming from the guy who tried to kill us in our sleep only a month ago. Now you expect us to be stupid enough to follow you like ducklings right into your Queen's slaughter hall, is that it?"

"No!" He exclaimed, before regaining his calm composure "Look, you have no reason to forgive me, and frankly, I can understand if you won't fully trust me either. I know I wouldn't. That's not what I'm asking for - but consider this, I'm already committing high treason just by coming here. And most certainly for bringing you this."

He slowly reached for his satchel, not once breaking eye contact with the girl, who watched his every move, expecting the worst. His hand reappeared a second later, holding the amulet for all to see. Behind her, gasps echoed around the small clearing.

Blood and embers swirled inside the glowing crystal. Corah recognized it immediately - everyone knew the story, a symbol of the bitter love that shook their nations and sparked a war, Queen Meira's best-kept secret.

Corah lowered her sword, eyes still narrowed.

"How did you get that?"

"...Because the Queen also happens to be the liar who called herself my mother." [...]

Mercy

Eidan's shoulders stiffened, and he stared emptily at the destruction ahead. His fingers brushed the bracelet around his left wrist, seeking comfort. "The 'Eclipsed' aren't exactly known for their mercy, that I know well."

Their group went silent as they realized what he meant, the howling of the foggy wind and creaking trees outside the massacred temple being the only sounds surrounding them for a long moment.

Mason, of all people, stopped his bickering with his twin, suddenly aware of the turn the conversation had taken. He reached out a hand, hoping it would be a comforting gesture, but as soon as the tip of his fingers brushed against the fabric over Eidan's shoulder, the young man flinched away violently.

"I don't need your pity." Eidan snapped, distant eyes mixing the current anger he was feeling with the fear his memories brought back to the surface before his expression numbed again, "We should keep going, we'll be wasting daylight at this rate."

"Are you sure-"

"I said we should keep going." Eidan didn't look over his shoulder nor spoke anything else, practically marching ahead of the group and turning back to the trail they should be following.

Voice

"Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my-!" His voice became raggedy as the dragon flew higher, having caught them just seconds before they would've hit the ground. He clings to her golden scales, trying to digest the fact that this giant dragon was the same friend who loved to arm wrestle sailors at a tavern and dance to rowdy music.

Tomasa is a dragon - that should be the most shocking thing at this moment. However, given their distance from the ground and her speed as arrows soared past them, Arammys' main concern centered around not falling to his death.

"Pretty cool, huh?" She turns her long neck to look over her shoulder for a moment, nearly hitting the city wall in the process.

Arammys swallowed, clutching the scales around her neck so tightly he thought the muscles of his hands would snap. "That's - certainly a word. I'm just not sure it applies!" The words faded out into a terrified scream as their dragoness friend purposefully swirled in circles in the air, her hearty laugh rattling through his bones.

"Aw, don't be such a killjoy! This is amazing." Tomasa exclaimed, stretching out her wings. When Arammys didn't answer, she tried to look at him again but was unable to see his face as he held on to her neck for dear life.

She let out a deep sigh, her voice ringing with the kind of deadpan disbelief that only a seasoned fighter could have. "Don't tell me this boy has his eyes closed."

Corah snorted out a single laugh at their friend's tone, placing a reassuring hand on Arammys' back, before answering her. "He's got his eyes closed."

"You've got to be kidding me."

Find the Word Tag

Thanks for the tag, @tabswrites (here)! I'll go with my WIP Of Starlight and Beasts for this one (:

My words were: one, hand, fire and bruise

Your words are: lovely, sheer, tiresome, manic

One

"You're one of us now, kid" Scarlet smiled, giving her shoulder a reassuring pat. Nimwen smiled at him. "So, for better or for worse, we always look out for one another. And if the King himself has something to say about that, then he'd have to get his fancy butt off that throne and come find us first."

Hand (sneak peak into one of the final chapters eeee)

"I made a mistake, trusting you all those years ago. We both know that. I will not deny that I was foolish. You've got your oath, and I've got my own - that was always a fact we were both too blind to see" Lysander took a step forward, his hand resting firmly around the hilt of his blade. The priestess glared at him silently, eyes as sharp as the wind which roared through the statues of the Wall. "But if you think I'm going to just stand aside and let you hurt my daughter, after all that your absence already caused, then you're the only one who is being naive, Elsbeth."

Fire

A swirling spiral of fire hit the ground around them, like a giant faucet of fire had opened from the skies and onto the Crimson Queen's inqusitors. The ground shook, and Corah struggled for balance before looking up, glittering gold scales filling her vision before meeting her draconic friend's fierce eyes, as Tomasa landed behind them.

Bruise

She pushed the long strand of hair away from his face, fingers gingerly ghosting over a blooming dark bruise on his cheekbone. Her eyes narrowed. "Where did you get this?"

Eidan smiled, though it wasn't quite convincing as he thought. "It's nothing, Maryon. I'm fine."

She shook her head and groaned. "I can still see, genius. This is not nothing, unless you somehow expect me to believe you suddenly started running into walls as a hobby, which I highly doubt. So, let me rephrase that question: who did this?"

Maryon could see in his eyes that he was trying to come up with some other ridiculous excuse, and could plainly see the moment he realized it would be useless. Eidan sighed. "... Just some asshole from the Council - he wasn't as keen to believe the word of the 'Traitor's nephew' as the others were. Except instead of making a coherent point he just talked with his fist. And apparently couldn't even do that right, 'cause that was one of the worst punches I ever got."

Tagging (gently) - @thepeculiarbird, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @little-peril-stories, @littleladymab, @clairelsonao3, @oh-no-another-idea, @conkers-thecosy, @crowandmoonwriting, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @mk-writes-stuff, @anyablackwood, @rickie-the-storyteller @lassiesandiego,@steh-lar-uh-nuhs, @trancetales, @doublegoblin, @gummybugg, @forthesanityofstorytellers and OPEN TAG

Word Find Tag!

Thanks for the tag, @writingrosesonneptune (here)!

My words were: Glass, Teeth, Red, and Sky

I'll go with Song of Thorns and Supernova Initiative for this one!

Glass (Supernova Initiative)

The strange liquid swirled within the glass syringe with a menacing silver glow. Jack frowned. "What the hell is that?"

"Oh, this little thing? An advanced tracking system of my own creation. To ensure you and your crew complete your mission properly so that you can't slip between my fingers again - all of you will get one of these" The Director gestured to his assistant, who picked up the syringe and moved to stand beside Jack, who glared daggers "Injected into your bloodstream."

Teeth (Song of Thorns)

The sound of gnashing teeth echoed throughout the cavern, the creature's thundering footsteps somewhere above causing pieces of gravel to plummet from the rocky ceiling. Roselyn swallowed a whimper holding onto Renn's hand as they turned to the strange Lantern Keeper. "Okay, how do we get out of here?"

The other girl cocked her head to the side, gesturing somewhere further into the mountains. "It'll be fine, I know a way, but we'll have to be quick and very quiet. C'mon." She started to walk but stopped in her tracks holding out a hand as if expecting a handshake. "Name's Cyriel by the way. Though I think your vampiric friend here knew that."

Red (Song of Thorns)

As, giant mahogany doors of the castle hall swung open, a clacking of boots on the stone floor echoed fiercely. His guest had arrived. The king placed the gold-trimmed goblet on the table, carelessly, a drop of deep red wine staining the precious cloth upon it. He smirked. "Ah, yes, the famed Ghoulsbane. I see you found your way to my palace promptly. Good. I hope you enjoy your accommodations."

The young man shook his head, absentmindedly running a hand across his crossbow, studying the metal gears. "I won't be staying. You said you had a job for me?" Despite addressing the head of state, he doesn't bother with any honorifics.

This causes a hushed murmur to echo amidst the royalty scattered across the hall, until the the King leans forward on the table, silencing his peers with a single gesture of his hand. He didn't look away from the hunter as he spoke once more, his voice venomous as a serpent's tongue. "Yes, I do. Hunting down a certain thief of dhampir blood - one Renn Atrius of a rather considerable disrepute. I'll pay you accordingly, as your talents in dealing with such beasts speak for themselves. I assume you'll make short work of this... nuisance."

"Consider it done," Elveryn answered with a curt nod, twirling a silver arrow between his fingers, before nocking it to the crossbow.

King Larkin smirks, sitting back down on his gilded chair, the chalice of wine upon his hand once more. "Excellent answer, lad."

Sky (Supernova Initiative)

In her room on the spaceship, Cassie lay splayed out on the floor like a small starfish, a fluffy blanket between her and the cold metal of the room as she looked up at the murky, almost starless sky above. It was oddly familiar, the sight, reminiscent of the grimy moons they once called home a few years ago - and not in a comforting way.

The room's door opened with an almost hermetic whoosh of air, and she didn't need to look to recognize the familiar footsteps that followed. "Something on your mind?" Jack asked, sitting down on the floor beside her, leaning against the wall, and handing her a vanilla smoothie.

Cassie shrugs, taking the smoothie in one hand while battling with a stubborn strand of her own hair that insisted on falling into her eyes. "Eh, not really. Just thinking - this place stirs up memories, don't it?"

"I find it's best not to dwell on it." Jack agrees, gently pushing her hair away from her face. He smiles "But really, we'll be outta here soon enough. Artemis says he knows someone that'll fish the ship in no time."

"I hope he knows what he's doing this time" Cassiopeia chuckles.

"He always does - I think. In a weird, gremlin way, he kinda always has a backup plan for most scenarios."

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab, @little-peril-stories

@the-ellia-west, @winterandwords, @cowboybrunch, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@leave-her-a-tome, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

@the-golden-comet OPEN TAG

Find The Word Tag✨️

Thanks for the tags @the-golden-comet @fortunatetragedy and @lychhiker-writes, I'm gonna pick and choose since there are so many words lol But I got some 🌶️spicy🌶️ lines with the ones I picked.

My Words: Ate, friendly, jest, ardent, conscious, building, hook, excuse, drown, fidget, gape, choice Your Words: Snarl, Hope, Tension, Sink

Color-coded for what character the clip is talking about: Kazimier💋, Klaus🌻, Seeker🌠, Valian🐁 from 🌐7 Circles🌐 ------------------

Ate: They ask over their shoulder, not sure what ifrits ate- or even what a third of the food stocked was precisely."I'll eat anything, me," Val says, hopping to his feet and heading to the fridge.

Friendly: The end product created a friendly, but rather mysterious picture of ‘The Ambassador from beyond the sky', as they took to calling the Kalilith on multiple media fronts.

Ardent: Kazimier raises a brow at the position, half expecting his meal to get on hands and knees. That means the rise in submissiveness, that ardent plea, those were for..

Conscious: Seeker pulls the blanket higher, shivering and covering their chest self-consciously, scandalized at their current state.

Hook: Kazimier hooks a few fingers around the collar, as if trying to give himself more room to breathe, and tips his head back, horns scraping the wall. Excuse: "If that ever comes to pass, you must find whoever you sell me to and tell me how you managed to explain away your involvement, Father," Klaus replies, baring his own fangs in what most people would mistake for a smile. "I'd love to see what excuse you feed to the Sovereign Executive for how I escaped your notice for such a long time."

Fidget: Their upper right hand fidgets in their lap, the east palm longing to reach out and hold Val's thin green fingers for reassurance.

Choice: His choice hadn't been made out of some misguided attempt to dodge his own complicity. How could it be? He's using Kazimier as a sacrifice..

Tagging @katenewmanwrites @zackprincebooks @officialauthorofanotherworld @wyked-ao3 @cowboybrunch @officialauthorofanotherworld @smellyrottentrees @urbiggestfan-01(no pressure) + Open Tag!

Find the word game

Thank you @jay-avian for the tag you lovely human. These are a disjointed mess but the words are in there I swear.

Yes, that was the problem. Lex was right. And she hated him for it, for looking at her and the blood she left behind and somehow knowing that she had liked the silence of it, the thrill, the heart pounding act of destroying something. A building. A body. A life. But mostly, she hated herself. What messed up person enjoyed the thrill of murdering someone, and then going home to make blueprints for weapons so devastating they could destroy half a city?

They found her three hours later, leaning against a wall in some random corridor she had decided was quiet enough, faces grim as they pulled out restraints.

Rain smiled and offered up her wrists. “That took you less time than I thought it would. You must be getting faster at this.” One of the cops gave her a disgusted look, and she winked. “I really am an upstanding citizen then, pushing the police force to better themselves. Really, I should be commended-”

They took one last step forward, and the door to the warehouse slammed shut with a final, rattling thump.

“They’re going to die,” Melody whispered, and Jules didn’t disagree with her.

A second later, the screaming started. The camera was abandoned on the ground.

Minutes later, two faces appeared in front of the camera, torches materializing in their hands. They wore skull masks—one with the horns of a bull bending over their face, the other with a blank white oval painted with the claws and pincer of a scorpion.

There was a grim air to them as the light flickered over the shadows of their masks. There was blood speckled all over them.

“They want me to come back,” she said after a moment. “It’s an offer.”

Waters looked at the wounds deep and violently etched into the skin, deep trailing symbols covered in barely drying blood. Around them, the grass was splotched with blood in a massive pentagram, a star with seven sides. At the very top, dug into the grass so erratically there were clods of dirt flung everywhere, was the word ‘Mercy.’

Jules walked to it to get a better view, taking care not to step in the blood. Melody glanced down at the faceless body and stood to follow her.

When Lucy finally stopped tasting the sickening mixture of salt and iron on her tongue, Elira told the crew to wait half a mark more before swarming to the surface. When they did, they found sunshine dappling the planks of the hull, a slight breeze brushing against any bare skin.

Tag you’re it!! @imaginativemind29new @clairelsonao3

I’m too lazy to tag more people so it’s open season for anyone who wants to hunt for words!

(I’m proud of that pun)

Word Tag

I’ve been tagged again, oh the horror (I kid) by the lovely @imaginativemind29new with the words Fire, Light, Book, and Chance. You keep picking words I do not have and I have realized I use the words lightly and slightly far too often.

Tagging with mild pressure, @imaginativemind29new @clairelsonao3 @jay-avian

Fire, Aletheia POV

“I curse you,” she called, voice raw. “I curse you with my bloodline, I curse you with my magic. I curse you with my heart.”

Her power rattled inside her with the rage of a thousand-pound waterfall, an earth slide, a roaring fire, a tornado.

She glared into him as if she could see his soul, see what made him twisted enough to pit her against her cousin.

“I curse you with everything I am.”

She let her power go, and it rocketed into the arena with a thunderclap so loud her ears rung—above, Clarke had the decency to look unnerved.

Around them, the walls of the arena began to crumble, and the crowd began to scream.

Light, Melody POV (and oh boy, does she have secrets)

Shit,” she cursed, and she fumbled her way out of the bathroom and into the hall. She made it to the kitchen with a fresh blooming bruise on her leg and an aching side and slammed into the countertop. Her fingers scrabbled through the door, the smallest amount of light coming in from the streetlight, until she found the drawer she remembered had the flashlight.

It clicked on, illuminating the empty kitchen in front of her like a beacon. She reached for her phone to check the signal and found it dead.

She cursed again. Jules was going to be pissed.

She headed for the garage, feet quiet on the ice cold wooden floors, and creaked open the door. There, on the wall, was the breaker box.

Her breath clouded in front of her as she stepped down onto the concrete, and she hurried to the breaker, wishing she had put on shoes.

When she pulled it open, she found a mess of wires and switches, unlabeled.

All of them off.

“Well fuck,” she said into the empty garage. “Time to get some work done.”

Chance, Briar POV (new character? No. Another WIP I forgot I had. I’m a horrible mother)

“Chelsea—”

“Shut up,” she hissed, shivering against Briar’s side. Her skin was uncomfortably cold. “Shut up, shut up, shut up. Please.”

Briar bit her tongue, and Chelsea shifted to press her lips to Briar’s ear.

“This world and its occupants are not made for us— we are a rare commodity. If we are found, they will take us, and we will never be allowed near another mirror again. They will never let us have any chance of freedom. And we will suffer, until we die.”

Gooseflesh sprung to life on Briar’s arms.

A sound that’s otherworldly and terrifying rattled through the walls, somewhere between a scream and a roar, and her very soul stilled.

Chelsea isn’t joking.

Book, Melody POV (because this is the ONLY time I have typed book ever in my life apparently)

Bromwell read her face like a book, then closed his notepad.

He nodded to the agent above her.

“You can take her wherever Waters wants her to go. I think this was a decent first session.”

She let the agent guide her to her feet, hands gentle around her stitches in a way she had never had someone be, as her mind played the same question over and over in her head on repeat.

Have you ever wanted to hurt someone?

No.

Her mind purred with animosity.

Liar liar, it whispered. Such a liar.

Well how about that folks? I want to write but am so utterly enthralled with my own story ideas (and so utterly incapable of doing them Justice) that I cannot decide which one to work on. The options are: Serial killer story, pirate and siren story, dystopia rain story, superhero story, and mirrored fae world story. Comment your pick please I beg.

Manuscript Word Search Tag

Thank you for the tag @oh-no-another-idea !

These are from a LOT of different WIP’s of mine, because without fail, all of the words I get are never contained within one novel. Also, I’ve apparently never used the word fuel. Who would have thought?

Feeling:

She felt like a god, and for a second, she understood why the villains did it, just to keep feeling this strong, invincible—

Float:

Instead of going back to her room, she veered through the halls, sliding out one of the few balconies and into the night sky. The air buffeted around her, holding her like she was nothing. It was comforting, almost. Like floating in a pool, but better. Always better.

Fancy:

“Cheap shot,” he remarked. She kicked his leg in as he grabbed her wrist, and her back slammed into the floor as he went down to his knees.

There was a mural up on the ceiling, something ornate and fancy. She only looked at it for a second before Catastrophe was looming over her.

“If you leave now, I might let you live,” he offered, and she glared at him.

Fish:

The brig smelled of fish, sweat, and regret. She had no idea how much of that came from her, and how much of it came from the salt warped walls.

She didn’t know how long it had been, but she did know they delivered food every so often, seemingly without schedule. Either the siren was trying to keep her disoriented, or it simply kept forgetting she needed food.

This is an open tag for anyone who sees it, and I’ll also tag @imaginativemind29new @jay-avian @clairelsonao3 —your words are shimmer, slight, stab, sorry, shadow

manuscript word search tag 🎏

Filling out an old one today from the wonderful @talesofsorrowandofruin -- thank you, friend! These are from my royal taster wip, which I wrote a bit of yesterday :)

Matter:

Anaar’s face was dim in the waning light, but he was frowning. “The emperor is very clever,” Sal told him. “No plan, no matter how clever, survives the first battle,” Anaar intoned dully.

Minute:

“What do you want?” the teenager asked. She was bored, selling on her boat all by herself. Hot too, likely. She wasn’t at all worried about a tiny urchin girl. Sal just smiled and sat down with a plop. She interested herself with some fraying rope pieces; separated into five, carefully coaxed back into union. The teenager lost interest in her within three minutes. Sal tipped over the lobster baskets.

Morning:

Breakfast the next morning was congee with salmon, carried up to their schoolrooms on several heavy trays. Sal ate half her bowl and then remembered Anaar was somewhere down in the kitchen eating happily, having dodged another poisoning to keep her safe. She put her spoon down, got scolded by Master Li, and missed half the questions in her books.

Myth:

The imperial palace was bigger than even the city, Sal was almost sure. She walked through the doors with Master Li and promptly forgot where the doors were. Statues of precious golds and jade adored every room, and the doors were so tall they disappeared into the far-off idea of the ceiling. Wall paintings depicted pieces of story from ancient myths, and Sal studied the lowest parts as she passed, nose to nose with the black ink strokes. Had the artist flicked the brush just so on purpose, or had it been a fortuitous happening?

I'll tag anyone who sees this, and also @writingamongther0ses @avocado-frog @the-stray-storyteller @did-i-do-this-write @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @the-broken-pen @serenanymph @late-to-the-fandom -- your words are fish, fancy, feeling, fuel, and float 🐠

Find the Word Tag

Thanks @anoelleart for the tag! I've been traveling but now that I've got a sorta slow day, I'm gonna try my hand at some of these tags lol.

The words I got: stand, mist, insist, and court.

I don't have a story that covers all of these words, so I'll just use whatever I can find lol.

Stand:

Standing in the forest, hands slick with quickly cooling blood, I can’t help but laugh.

Mist:

The predawn mist- once a dewy chill against her skin- turned glacial, gnawing at her fingertips and scraping the curve of her spine.

Insist:

“I still humor your whiny ass, so be quiet. You’re the one that can’t watch movies alone.” She followed him down the stairs and out the viewing room.

“I can too! It’s just better with company!” He insisted, the same way he had countless times before. They continued bickering as Aven drove them to the café. They waved at the elf at the counter, snatching their usual seats as they waited for their food. “So anyway, who died today?” Aven asked.

Court:

I don't have one for this!! 😭 Well, I technically do, but I may or may not have submitted it to a ✨writing competition✨. But part of the rules is that I can't post it at least until it's over, so. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

My words for you guys: leap, snatch, bloom, and rain!

Gently tagging: @pandoras-comment-box, @theunboundwriter, @justnerdy15, @owlsandwich, and anyone else that's interested!

Find the Word Tag

It's been so long since I've done a Find the Word! Thanks for tagging me @anyablackwood

My words: leap, snatch, bloom, and rain

Without time to think, Roy leapt towards the nearest window, fumbling with the latch. It clicked open just as the first bullet ricocheted off his shield.

“Of course,” Aiden replied, and Tamara snatched her hand back as he released it. “Don’t let me keep you.”

“It’s okay. We’re safe here.” She tried to ignore the pounding of her own heart as she spoke, uttering the words in a soothing monotone. “It looks like the roses are in bloom. If you take a deep breath, you can smell them. I’ve always loved the smell of roses.”

“Just a rain shield. Easy.” It was just as Julian said. The only active spell running was a weak shield above the guard’s head, a mirror of Roy’s own — it wouldn’t stop a sideways draft, let alone an attack.

I'll tag @eccaiia @mundanemoongirl @katenewmanwrites @dyrewrites and an open tag with the new words: broken, parade, ritual and owner.

Find the Word Tag

Thanks for the tag, @mysticstarlightduck! I'll be using mostly Crown of Blood, but with the addition of one extra WIP because I didn't have all four words in a single WIP yet lol.

Rules: find the given words in your WIP and share the excerpt. Then tag others with a list of new words to find!

The words I got were: Glass, Teeth, Red, and Sky

Glass:

 All I could see was the blinding lights of the truck and the hurricane of metal and glass that came after.

Teeth:

I stumble through my routine in my half-awake haze. Teeth, face, hair, clothes. I’m downstairs before my eyes are fully open.

Red:

Aki perked up again at the sound of her name. She stared curiously at the screen as Rosie cooed. Then she decided the tiny redhead in the strange box must not have been a threat and started trying to lick the screen.

Sky:

The sky was overcast, but still bright. Perhaps if it rained, the mess would be easier to clean.

Words for you: Sour, role, blame, and door.

Gently tagging: @helloilovefanfiction, @words-after-midnight, @darkwizardyvamp, @starlitpage

@amaiguri, @paintedbutton, @danielleitloudernow-writes

Find the Word Tag

Thanks to @anyablackwood for tagging me so diligently <3 <3 <3 -- I cannot overemphasize how much I appreciate her. In this one, you share sentences where you find the words in your WIP!

Words for Me: Sour, role, blame, and door.

Tagging: @maiemorrae and @winterandwords and @pluttskutt and @i-am-moss-the-boss and @grimmdivinity and @heymacareyna

And all Y'ALL'S words are: Alone, Together, Want, Need

My snippets (under the cut) are all from Untitled Yssaia Game! :DDD

SOUR

"We ate sugar-dipped fruits for which I’d never had names. Limes. Pitaya. Acai. Jackfruit. Too sweet. Too sour. They hurt my face."

-- Arlasaire, "The Spring Festival"

ROLE

She demanded to help me in my reelection against former-Senator Tarchus — a bitter, religious man who insisted Kalliopeia’s artificial nature made her unfit for a role in the government.

-- Diacaius on Eris, "The Heart"

BLAME

"She said nothing about Saravanya but I knew in her heart, she was taking all the blame for the failure herself."

-- Zalathiel on Saravanya, Unnamed WIP

DOOR

"Diacaius was dangerously silent the whole way home. I couldn’t judge his anger from his footsteps off the tram. Or his face in the streetlights. Or from the speed he folded open the door. He would punish me other ways."

-- Arlasaire, "Broken Things"