#Find the Word

[medusapelagia]

Find the Word

How it works: I search for the words prev assigned me in my latest WIP and then choose four words for you to search in your WIP.

I was tagged by the lovely @thatgirlwithasquid! Thank you so much for the tag and sorry for being late (as always, lol)

My words are: stage, sweet, sink, settle

Stage: from my Eddie Big Bang, Love in Blood and Fire

"Jesus, Eddie. You're such a masochist!" Frank sighs, plopping on a foldable chair. Ok, ok, maybe Steve looks really edible right now, but it's not a problem, because Steve’s straight and he's still in love with Nancy, so it doesn't matter if tonight he'll look like Eddie's wet dreams. It's just a game: Steve is pretending to be interested in metal and Eddie is pretending Steve is something he's not.  Just a stupid game. He's still deep into these thoughts when a guy with a pair of big headphones knocks on their door and calls their names, telling them that they are up. The guys bump their fists together, yelling "Corroded Coffin!" before grabbing their instruments and stepping on stage.

Sweet: from my Eddie Big Bang, Love in Blood and Fire

Steve's still incredibly beautiful and Eddie's heart starts to race faster and faster. The temptation to reach out and brush one knuckle against Steve's cheek is so strong that his hands ache with desire, so he tightens his grip on the steering wheel and keeps driving to the two-bedroom apartment that he shares with his friends. It's not fancy, but it's home. Eddie's guitar is resting on the couch where Eddie was playing while waiting for Steve.  He'll never admit it, but if he stayed up all night playing and smoking in the living room, it was because he was too nervous at the idea that Steve would have come to see him. Them. He came to see them. "Home sweet home." Eddie declares, closing the door of their third-floor apartment without an elevator.

Sink : from my Stommy Big Bang, Never felt worhty of love

"Follow your dreams, huh? You did it, didn't you? And, please, remind me, how did it end up?" Steve snarls back. "Fuck you! I'm just trying to be supportive." "You're not supportive!" Steve yells, splashing in the sink, "This is my fucking life ok? Living at my best friend's place because I can't afford a stupid apartment and working like a dog at that stupid sporting goods store! There's no place for dreams here, Tommy!" "That's not true! You could ask for a student loan and get back to college! I talked with Robin and we think…" "You think? What about me? Have you ever asked me what I think? Because what I think is that I'm utterly fucked and I'm only trying to survive! Is that clear enough?!"

Settle: from my Stommy Big Bang, Never felt worhty of love

Steve gets into his car, driving aimlessly around town even if it means that he’s wasting gas. He needs to clear his mind, and when he finally feels more settled, he parks at  Robin’s place, wondering if anyone apart from her would notice if he disappeared. If he just left Chicago once and for all. For a moment his hands ache with the desire of turning the car on and driving, driving somewhere where he could be finally free from Steve Harrington and start being someone else. Someone who’s not his best friend's burden. Someone who isn’t a failure. Someone who still has a bright future in front of him. But the silly plastic Hawaiian necklace Robin gave him as a warm house present is dangling from his car’s rear mirror and he knows that he could do anything to Steve Harrington, but he could never make Robin suffer.

My no pressure tags are: @runraerun, @lorifragolina, @danadaria, @mission2mordor, @sidekick-hero, @just-my-latest-hyperfixation and whoever wants to join ;)

Your words are: holiday, sun, breath, family

[space-writes]

find the word

tagged by @aalinaaaaaa, thank you! my words are great, gesture, get, and gemstone. these are all from the first Valloroth book

[ID - a green and black decorative divider]

great

Someone was shouting at him. Whoever it was, they were a great distance away, perhaps down some sort of well, their words indistinct and echoey. Lucian hoped they wouldn’t mind if he ignored them and just went to sleep right here on the ground.

gesture

“The only pretty purple boy I’ve seen is you,” Mehen said. “If he is here he hasn’t caused any disturbance for me and mine. The Empire is vast and unending,” here he touched his heart and then his forehead in a worshipful gesture, “but I’ll see what I can dig up for you. How long are you in the city for?”

get

“Johar.” The man let out a shriek and span around, falling from his chair and knocking his ink to the floor where it soaked into the floorboard, red turned black in the gloom. He blinked, wide-eyed, at the shadows of his room. “Wh-who’s there? I warn you, this is not a house you should—” Vren stepped into the light. Johar’s eyes went wider. “You!” “Me. Get up. I have questions.” Johar scrambled to his feet and collapsed into his chair. “Why are you asking them of me in the middle of the night? There are plenty of others who—” “Because you’re the one who has the answers I want. Indira. Where is she?” Johar’s fingers twisted in his kaftan, knuckles paling. “Zahin Zhira will slaughter me, you know I can’t—” “He’ll do worse if he learns how much you’ve been skimming.”

gemstone

Leshanna lifted a handful of coins, frowning. “Some of these are ancient. Oraladhel doesn’t even mint this demonination any more—how long was that thing hiding up here?�� In the legends—at least the ones that had turned into the songs Zander sung incessantly—Cidra had been gold crazy. Gem hungry. Aliyne kicked at a pile of silver, and as it scattered across the cave floor, it revealed beneath it a very dead dwarf. The pieces of them that were left had turned back to the gemstone their parents had carved them from, a deep and rosy quartz. Feeling sick, she turned away.

[ID - a green and black decorative divider]

no-pressure tagging @talesfromaurea @morganwriteblr @rhikasa and @chauceryfairytales with the words relief, disbelief, grief, and achieve

Valloroth taglist: @cherrybombfangirlwrites @reininginthefirewriting @memento-morri-writes @foxboyclit @lawful-evil-novelist

@at-thezenith @morganwriteblr @fayeiswriting @serenanymph

@sam-glade @viscerawrites @thegreatobsesso @flower-reads @the-inkwell-variable (ask to be +/-)

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Find the word

Thanks @winterandwords here!

Rules: post excerpts of your WIP that include the given words!

Wow, I'm finally doing this game where I just have one tag to go through! This shouldn't be nearly as long!

I'll ignore I don't say again like that to make it rhyme

Rain - from The Secret Portal Part One (Maddie POV)

As we came closer, I could see a chunk of metal about two feet in diameter. Only, it didn’t seem rusted at all. We’d talked about how oxygen reacted with metals and rusted them in science class, and I found it super cool but couldn’t remember if all metals rusted or not. This was either a normal occurrence or something irregular, and I didn’t know which one it was! Wait, maybe it had something to do with rain…. Does it rain here? Is that important!? Agh, it bothered me that I couldn't remember.

Mainly coming from me realizing a beginning of year sixth grader may not know this part of chemistry.

Pain - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

I tried to sit on the grass to contemplate everything when I hit something hard. I cried out in pain and shot up, rubbing the now-sore spot—feeling awkward even though no one was around. I turned to see what I hit and jumped when I saw millions of colors shoot up from the ground. I looked around and watched the endless field disappear from view.

Did you know in the previous draft, Lexi hit her head? Ouch.

Drain(ed) - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Ash POV)

With the couches, kitchen, and center of the living room all taken, all the kids were forced to sit in the corners. Hannah was practically in the hallway standing next to Reyna and Adrian’s daughter Rachel. Mikey was with Rachel’s brother Hunter sitting under the kitchen counter. And I stood in the corner with Amanda (Hunter and Rachel’s middle-sibling), and Charlie (Aurora and… Randall’s daughter). I felt trapped as the overload of conversations weighed on my ears. I had to focus my attempts to remember everyone’s name and relation all day, and I was drained. It didn’t help that I had to suppress my telepathic abilities, lest I go insane. My brain felt itchy. Too much information, almost.

Ash having an extended family gathering over here and is not enjoying it.

Again - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Maddie POV)

I rocked back and forth on my feet. Kelsey and Hye-Jin were running later than usual. I yawned to myself as I fiddled with Wilfredo in my hands. My tongue ran over my teeth, and I wished once again March would come sooner so I could get my braces off.

Wilfredo is Maddie's amigurumi tiger!

Alright that was a lot shorter. I miss this. I feel free.

Tagging @frostedlemonwriter @finxi-writes @sleepywriter00 @squarebracket-trickster @bookish-karina

+ ANYONE ELSE

Your words: swallow, forget, game, transition

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

@nebula--nix @literarynecromancy @honeybewrites @the-golden-comet

[ahordeofwasps]

Find the Word Tag

I've been tagged by the excellent @charlesjosephwrites! Thanks for the tag! My words are heart, warm, about, and again. I'll be sharing excerpts from my current WIP, the Haunting of Breadbeard's Pasta Tavern (THOBPT).

But first, the no pressure tags! I'll be tagging @loopyhoopywrites, @space-writes, @chauceryfairytales, @talesofsorrowandofruin, and open tag! Your words are defense, death, deed, and dent!

Now, onto THOBPT!

Heart, Warm, & Again

For a moment, I feel the cheap black plastic of the light’s exterior and the warm flesh of Wyatt’s hand. I am touching, I am feeling! The breath I don’t need catches in my throat. Then the sensation disappears and my hand passes through. It’s not like dying again. No ones’ arms are wrapped around me, desparately trying the heimlich maneuver. There’s no panic, just a ragged hole in my heart telling me it was never going to work. The only one crying is me. Even though I tried not to.

About

The double-swing door opens and the manager, Wyatt, struts in like an omen. “You silly rascals at your shenanigans again,” he chuckles through an unmoving smile, “The customers can hear you silly-billies. Remember your indoor voices?” Oh no. It’s about to get worse than worse. Wyatt is like the horseman of kitchen disasters. I would not be surprised if he was personally responsible for the crouton that killed me.

[mysticstarlightduck]

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."

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@the-golden-comet OPEN TAG

[shadow-space-writes]

find the word

tagged by @ahordeofwasps, thank you! my words are skin, bin, grin, and sin! these words give me claws vibes, so all of these are from that draft.

no-pressure tagging @winterandwords @chauceryfairytales @aalinaaaaaa and @oh-no-another-idea with the words flow, grow, above, and below.

[ID - a red decorative divider]

skin

Rainier’s skin is slick beneath his hands—Vivien wants to open him up and crawl inside; to open himself up so Rainier can fit within his ribcage, curl beneath his heart, in the webs that surround it, safe and sound and devoured.

bin

Vivien’s room is a shoebox. Posters cover one wall—bands, mostly, interspersed with printed-out art and close-up photos of spiders. The bed’s neatly made, though Rainier suspects that’s a special treat just for him, as is the fact that there are no clothes on the floor, cups on the half-sized desk, or litter in the broken wire bin.

grin

“I’m not like. Dressed. For this,” Vivien says. “You’re fine,” Rainier tells him. His eyes rake over Vivien in a way that makes him shiver. “You look great.” “I…so do you.” Vivien ducks his head. He’s never been good at this; shaping sentences that sound like a person might say them, not a flimsy facsimile. “Charmer,” Rainier says, with a grin that makes Vivien’s knees go hollow.

sin

“Corruption implies a level of innate immorality to Pacting that doesn’t exist,” Peter, so adamant about souls, says. “Demons don’t infect you with sin. They just alter your biology to more closely match their own. Where they’re from isn’t like, Hell, or something. It’s just a reality with different physical laws to ours.”

[ID - a red decorative divider]

claws taglist: @belovedviolence @foxboyclit @coven-archives @noblebs @mjjune

@revenantlore @sarandipitywrites @k--havok @asterhaze @verba-writing

@indecentpause @bootstrapparadoxed @olliexwrites @cowboybrunch (ask to be +/-)

[ladytauria]

find the word game

tagged by @kieran-granola! thank you <333

i found all but one of these in 'the sweetness of honey' draft but i decided to check other wips too dfghk

cat (JayTim)

from an alternate draft of 'another night'

Jason enters the Nest looking like something the cat dragged in. He’s dripping wet, hair plastered to his head. A bruise blooms high on his cheek, a fresh cut mars the corner of his mouth. He’s limping slightly and his boots squelch with every step. He looks exhausted. Tim’s heart pangs in sympathy. “Rough night?” he asks, closing his tabs. His report will keep. Jason snorts. “You can say that again.” He drops his helmet on his workstation far rougher than normal before peeling off his gloves and tossing them down too. He kneels. His fingers shake as he undoes the laces of his boots, and he curses under his breath. Tim approaches. “Let me help,” he offers.

sleep (JayTim)

from the sequel to 'empty promises'

Then Jason swallows, and says, “You—uh. You asked about the job?” He almost takes it back—asks Jason how he’s been sleeping, instead; if he reaches for Tim in his sleep the same way Tim has been reaching for Jason. He almost tells him to forget the job, forget the argument. Just come home. Almost.

wet (JayTim)

from chapter 6 of 'the sweetness of honey'

Jason smooths the glob of cream over his skin. Tim shivers; his skin pebbling. Jason watches his nipples pucker, harden, wetting his lips before glancing at Tim’s face again, where Tim watches him through half-lidded eyes. Jason’s flush spreads. Down his neck, over his collarbones. His pussy throbs in time with his pulse—it’s tempting, so tempting, to grind down on Tim’s bulge. He doesn’t. Jason’s arousal isn’t important. What’s important is taking care of Tim, of caring for him even as half as well as he’s cared for Jason.

magic (JayTim)

from 'teenage fantasies side a' in which tim talks jason through one of the fantasies he had about robin ;) it's finished, but i'm waiting to post until i have side b, one of jason's teen fantasies, finished~

Jason can picture it. Being fifteen again, when Robin was losing its magic. When he looked around Gotham, seeing not the people they’d saved—but the one’s they hadn’t. The ones they failed. He’s fighting with Bruce more and more, questioning everything. Even school doesn’t offer an escape. And Dick—well. Dick is great, but busy. Distant. And always fighting with Bruce. He’s lonely. He doesn’t think he’d realized how much, then. And then— There’s Tim, looking at him with bright eyes and flushed cheeks, faintly awestruck and painfully earnest. In Jason’s mind, he’s not 12, 13 as he would have been, but 14. 15, even. Younger than him, but not young.

no-pressure tagging -> @thesandsofelsweyr ; @n1ightw1ng ; @deepwithintheabyss ; & @zeroducks-2

your words are -> glow, dusk, purple, and bright

[awritingcaitlin]

🔥Find the Word

Thank you @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag!

My words are: knee, faith, include, ruin

I'll tag: @kae-luna, @sithbelle, @diabolical-blue, @flowerprose, and @baroquesse

Your words are: visit, point, five, found/find, truth

Snippets from TBW under the cut!!

🍺KNEE

The Boss was here. He visited once or twice a year, but Mama’s birthday was always one of them. The first years Riela had worked at the Tom, she hadn’t recognized him, which was the point. Then one day, Riela asked Mama point-blank if that was him and Mama confirmed it. The next time he’d visited, Riela’d been formally introduced. He was nice and unassuming. He also had a bit of an ego, if Riela allowed herself to think as much of a god. He walked in the front doors, dressed in a loose white shirt tucked into black pants with black boots that came up to his knees. He had messy brown curls and his beard looked intentionally scruffy. He already had a frothing mug in his hand.

🎶FAITH

“But think of what it could…” “Get out,” Mama hissed. “I told you five years ago that if you continued this walk of life, you weren’t welcome here. I let you play tonight as a gesture of good faith, which you have spurned. Leave.” He gave her a flippant salute and gathered his things.

🌊INCLUDE

In the end, she needn’t have worried. He’d gone to the docks to potentially warn George, but had found an unconscious Rinnie and a stoically protective Taryn instead. Selsing pointedly did not ask questions about the Edans’ presence. Probably because the body of the tugboat captain was found shortly thereafter, and he had half a dozen warrants out for his arrest. It got written off as gang warfare. Evidence of Nidtrin presence was tossed into the ocean. Riela’d been hopeful for a second that the cleric would be included in that, but she was not so lucky. She wasn’t sure how the Guards were going to reconcile “Nidtrin cleric” with “gang war,” but it probably involved the cleric disappearing and she hoped it was in the dead way.

💥RUIN

“So what’s the job?” Riela asked. “We stage an intervention and prevent bombs from ruining an otherwise ordinary Eviannite wedding later this week.” “She told us the next bombing target?” Riela asked, leaning forward so fast she almost fell out of her stool. She caught herself on the edge of the bar. “Yes, and if she was telling the truth and not hedging, which I will admit, there’s enough leeway in her words for her to be hedging, then it is our moral responsibility to get in there and stop that from happening.” “And if she’s hedging?” “Then it’s a trap,” Mama said with a shrug. “But, as I said, I think she was telling me eighty-percent of the truth.”

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

Find the Word Tag

tagged by: @winterandwords ! My words: more, less, enough, and none!

tagging: Open Tag and soft tagging (only if you want to play of course <3) @kaylinalexanderbooks | @thewritingsofevbrowne | @writing-sigh | @unhingednovelist | @the-mindless | @arctic-oceans | @rosebury-archives | Your words: cut, hope, luck, and glass!

Finally catching up on tag games lol. Some are from TCIO and some are from FSF. Enjoy!

More

(from The City is Ours)

While Chase ate the bread, his eyes drifted to the two pictures that sat in the middle of the kitchen island next to the cutting board where the bread sat.  In the first frame, there was a faded color photograph of a couple, both with dark skin, curly dark hair, and large sloped noses like Chase’s. The couple was smiling with their hands on the shoulders of a teenage girl, with similar features and smiling brightly. The photo next to it was a woman, an older version of the teenage girl in the previous picture, not more than twenty years old here. She was sitting next to a window with sunlight streaming in, and had a neutral but content and comfortable expression on her face. She looked down at a baby in her arms, bundled in a white blanket that contrasted her golden brown skin and dark curly hair. 

Less

(from Fractured Stars Falling)

Cassandra came back just before dark, with a dagger of sea glass in her hand. She held it out to Raven, eyebrow raised. He blinked, trying to process. He didn’t have a clue where one of those could even be found. Then again, it was one less ingredient for the spell they needed to worry about.

Enough

(from Fractured Stars Falling)

Sapphire managed a small, barely audible, “Thank you.” and stared into empty space as she chewed on one of her nails. Raven gently pulled her hand away from her mouth before she chewed until it bled. “Hey, just try the tea, alright Love? It might help.” Sapphire came out of her trance enough to start sipping the tea.

None

(from The City is Ours)

Chase checked for the sender of the live stream link, and found none. “No… That’s weird…” He typed a few commands, and inspected the link, also not finding much. Kylee lightly hit his shoulder and signed, “What’s weird?” “This should have a sender but it has none, and I know nothing about this thing other than it’s a live stream link.”

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[mjjune]

Find The Word Game

thanks so much to @space-writes for tagging me in my fav game

my words: fate, breathe, alive and leave

tagging (no pressure): @isabellebissonrouthier @sarandipitywrites @kaylinalexanderbooks @winterandwords

your words: destiny, dead, dry, door, dang

fate

“You know it’s true,” she said. “Either you would have to become a shaman here, or you would have to leave Mutani to escape that fate.”

breathe

A few kids in the crowd beside me breathed oohs and ahhs as she greeted the locals and walked to the market square’s podium. She only had one visible earned mark, triangular and pointing down from her lips to her chin. I remembered being like the kids beside me, in awe of visitors from the capital. Now, though, it just made me wary.

alive

I rotated so my face went under the surface, opening my eyes to see through the crystal clear water. Beneath the dirt floor, I could see glimpses of red, heat rising. The heat here, the last of the extinct volcano, was as ancient as this temple. The shamans and monks used their connection to water to keep it alive, to keep it warm and clean and clear.

leave

When she spoke again, her breath hitched in her throat so it came out as only a whisper. “You’re really going to leave me, aren’t you?” I reached out and took her hand against the table, shaking my head. “Never.”

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[artdecosupernova-writing]

Find the Word Game XXXII

tagged by: @space-writes!! my words: escape, delay, trial, denial tagging: @drippingmoon, @oh-no-another-idea, @timetravelingpigeon, @zmwrites, and open tag! No pressure as always. your words: front, back, side, up, down, around

escape (Meridian)—

Once more the image changed, and Warren's breath left him in a rush. Efthim, during the rescue of the qrihk. Warren's face in profile, in the middle of speaking to someone, and Thrive standing at his shoulder, watching him. It had been a blink-and-miss-it moment of levity among their evacuation team. While he remembered the instant of cracking a joke to make the others laugh as the mission had weighed down on everyone, he had no idea Thrive was watching him with such...softness. He was smiling. Subtle, but definite. His eyes were focused not on his surroundings, not on potential escape or incoming harm, but on Warren. And there didn't appear to be anything strong enough to break that focus in that long-gone yet immortalized snap of time. "Send me that one," Warren whispered. Scot patted his knee under the table. "Already done."

delay (Eternal)—

At the second mention of the lost species during their visit, Lilori set their own utensils down. "Yes...that would explain a lot of things." "Have you had to deal with something like them, too?" Varussa asked. "Not directly, nor me personally...but we have had some...troubling messages sent to us from an unlikely source. We shrugged it off as an error or delayed signal, but...hearing of this Emmuli makes me wonder." Mercury politely wiped his mouth with a handkerchief he pulled out of his jacket pocket. "What kinda signal?" Lilori tilted their head back. "Erm...it is a signal from Slodia." Thrive dropped his utensil with a jarring metallic thunk and Warren jumped out of his skin. "Don't ask," Thrive suddenly growled to Warren. "Don't you dare ask me." The hair on the back of Warren's neck stood on end as it occurred to him that he was about to ask if there could have been any obhelians alive on the planet.

trial effort (Meridian)—

"If you continue on your route to Tournaltis," Sinkship said, "I'll have no choice but to meet you there with a committee that will take the refugees right back through the Ingress Gate. So let's save us all the unneeded effort and turn back around, sir." "If you set foot in Tournaltis space, I'll consider it an act of aggression," Thrive droned in return, propping his mile-long legs on the console. "I'll have no choice but to react accordingly." "Very well. If that's the case, you can consider your Consortium status revoked." Thrive paused. "Why is this the hill on which you choose to die, Delegate? The qrihk are people in need of stability. There is no room for them in Ashva at this time. Tournaltis has two out of three moons being unused, and as current head of—" "Sir, with all respect due, you need to follow the goddamn orders we give you. Your arrival at Tournaltis will result in immediate revocation of Consortium status and an inquiry will be launched into the occupation of the planet." She disconnected the call, leaving a thick silence hanging in the air of the bridge. Warren stared at the viewscreen as if the passing stars could give him answers, but he received none. "...Your Majesty," the pilot said at length. "Your Highness. For what it's worth, if I may, I didn't think—" "No shit. You're fired," Warren interrupted. "Get the fuck off my bridge."

denial (Meridian)—

"Hello, love of my life." Thrive turned his scowl onto the screen. "...Okay," Warren continued awkwardly. "I have news that may help alleviate this funk, which is...yeah, I get it. After a year of hard work with NodeSource and still being in complete denial about Guetry's death, I'm proud to announce that Scotty is now ready to be unveiled as an autonomous android intelligence. I'm formally inviting you to his awakening." Thrive's frown lessened. His eyes softened. "Is that so?" "Yep." Warren beamed. "He's been awake on and off as we've worked with him, but he wasn't able to retain any of that memory since we needed him emotionless, if that makes sense. This'll be a test to see if his personality is intact." Thrive didn't say anything for a moment, and he let his gaze fall away from the screen. "I admire you for doing this." Warren set his jaw. "Yeah...it hasn't been easy. The week we debated inserting a bit of Guetry's personality into his code was...probably the hardest. It shouldn't have even been..." He waved away his tangent. "...Anyway."

[amaiguri]

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 Nesa, 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"

[space-writes]

find the word

tagged by @winterandwords, thank you! my words are hold, fold, cold, and sold. these are all from the redraft of the first Valloroth book

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hold

“Don’t be coy, Mehen. What’s going on in Zhirasea?” A heavy sigh. “Word is the Wraith is active again. He butchered a merchant a colleague of mine’s been trading with, and apparently he’s riled up the Council of Wives, too.” “Ah,” said Sorrow. “Ah,” Mehen agreed. “And that man is Mohaadi to the bone—he knows how to hold a grudge.” Sorrow waved a hand dismissively, bracelets clinking. “He’s only a human, and it was, what? Two years ago? I’m certain he’s forgotten all about it.”

fold

She hadn’t seen a dragon because there was no dragon, so stop telling tales and help your mother with the laundry, it isn’t going to fold itself. Adallind huffed into the dusky-pink baby-hairs of her beard, and sullenly folded shirts and skirts and underthings, scowling all the while. Neither of her mothers gave an inch; there were few creatures in Valloroth with a lower tolerance for nonsense than dwarven mothers.

cold

That scent again. Even high in the peaks it called to her, rising through the air like blood in the water, and this time she knew exactly what it was she smelled. She clawed out of her cave and up, up, until biting cold steamed against her scales and snow melted beneath her belly. The little demon was far from here, but the quartz had filled her with fire, its core of magic enlivening her mind above the base instinct she’d so far been slaved by.

sold → sell

“Well, it’s not as if [Sorrow]’s any good at his job. He’s just a feral with delusions of grandeur.” A pause. “He’s not going to be a problem for you, is he?” “No.” Not unless he makes himself one. “Excellent!” Edmund sounded excessively pleased with himself, which was about what Vren expected. “But just in case he makes a nuisance of himself, I’ll send you a little something to give you the edge, how about that?” Vren thought he had plenty enough knives and hands to wield them with already, but a smart man didn’t turn down gifts from his employer. Not when said employer had access to infernal artifacts. If it was useless he could always sell it. “Fine.”

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no-pressure tagging @talesfromaurea @sarandipitywrites @mjjune and @ahordeofwasps with the words disappear, lock, upright, and exact.

Valloroth taglist: @cherrybombfangirlwrites @reininginthefirewriting @memento-morri-writes @foxboyclit @lawful-evil-novelist

@at-thezenith @morganwriteblr @fayeiswriting @serenanymph

@sam-glade @viscerawrites @thegreatobsesso @flower-reads @the-inkwell-variable (ask to be +/-)

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Find the word

Thanks @winterandwords here!

Rules: find the given words in your WIP!

My words: read, write, word, story

Your words: fun, play, joy, child

Tagging @laureleavess @drchenquill @diabolical-blue @captain-kraken @winglesswriter

+ ANYONE ELSE

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

@nebula--nix @literarynecromancy @honeybewrites @the-golden-comet

Keep reading for:

Ash wants to be powerful!

William has reached a breakthrough!

This is illogical!

Shelby and Ash bonding (bad!)

Read - from The Secret Portal Part One (Ash POV)

“So, you’re saying I have the potential to be a powerful telepath?” Carla laughed. “No, the odds are you’ll be able to read minds and that’s it. Maybe one sub-power.” “Oh.” My shoulders dropped. “Okay.”

Write - from The Secret Portal Part One

William laughed. He jumped out of his seat, tossed the tablet on the table, and ran out of the lab, toward the elevator. He didn’t think to write down his findings—he could do that later. He didn’t even think to call Atsila to let her know he was on the way to their quarters. He had to tell his wife in person. Immediately.

Word - from The Secret Portal Part One (Noelle POV)

I looked up from the monitor. “This is ridiculous.” I intentionally avoided the word illogical. Though it was.

Story - from The Secret Portal Part One (Ash POV)

Shelby giggled as she reached for a cookie in the center of the table. “And what happened next?” I sniggered, trying to hold my laughter in so I could tell the story. “So—” I burst out laughing. Shelby rolled her eyes, but while smiling. “So, Mr. Taylor got mad at Jasmine for not playing soft enough and?” “And—” I took a deep breath, trying to keep calm. “And Jasmine said, ‘Mr. Taylor, I wasn't even playing!’”

[ahordeofwasps]

Find the Word Tag

I've been tagged by the terrific @autumnalwalker! Thanks for the tag! My words are even, perhaps, body, & shatter. I'll be sharing excerpts from Crying Wolf.

But first, the no pressure tags! I'll be tagging @cat-esper, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @sarandipitywrites, @notwritinganyflufftoday, and open tag! Your words are cold, bold, fold, and mold!

Now, onto Crying Wolf!

Even

So, Justine kept protecting the bad man, feeling like a toy soldier marching into oblivion. She told herself that unlike the Capital, blood wasn’t being shed. But that was a lie. Even though it was not being shed in back-alley knife fights, it was shed by empty stomachs and overworked bodies, on deathbeds occupied by the too-young.

Perhaps

Ogwut knelt down beside the one-eyed man, wondering once more if he was dying. “What’s wrong?” he asked, reaching towards the one-eyed man’s arm. Perhaps it had something to do with the missing eye? He gently grabbed his wrist, intending to pull it back so he could assess the damage. The one-eyed man stiffened and stopped convulsing as soon as Ogwut gripped his wrist. He scrambled to his feet, trying to yank himself away. “DON’T KILL ME!” he screamed. He was no longer making the strangled choking noises. In the torchlight, Ogwut could see that his face glistened with both tears and blood. His eyes widened as he realized the one-eyed man wasn’t dying at all: he was crying. He let go of his wrist. The one-eyed man fell to the ground and scrambled backwards.

Body

Standing in the doorway was not a Thing. It was a boy. He was not a normal boy. He had skin like most adolescents, but it looked like it belong to a corpse and didn’t cover his entire body, leaving his left arm and left half of his torso bare to the elements. What was bare had the familiar gleam of metal. The boy’s eyes were much like Ogwut’s: cold and glassy. From a circular wound in his right arm, strange molasses-like blood oozed.

Shatter

Jack marched into the room. The governor wrenched the drawer open, shoving his hand inside. “WHERE IS SHE?” he roared. The windows in the room shattered.