#Find the Word

[space-writes]

snippet tag

tagged by @olliexwrites to share a fun snippet, so here’s a lil (large) bit from recent Valloroth efforts

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[Vren] stepped into the Indigo Goblet with the expectation of finding a cheap room and a quiet drink. What he got was a shout of “You!” and every head in the taproom turned in his direction. A woman in leather armour bearing the mark of the town guard was barging her way towards him. She was tall and broad; pale and red-haired—the very essence of Inverein womanhood—and evidently furious. He palmed the hilt of the new sword at his hip. “Oh, just try it,” she said, flexing her fingers around her own weapon. “It won’t go as easy for you as it did last time.” Vren stared at her blankly. “I have no idea who you are.” She yanked down the collar of her shirt, exposing a scar that wrapped across her neck. “How about now?” A burning building, flames leaping into the night sky; what should have been a simple job gone catastrophically wrong thanks to Sorrow and his merry band of amateurs. Shadows inconsistent, spitting him out in all the wrong places, including right in front of a Willowtown guard. He hated colatteral damage—deaths he wasn’t even paid for, a waste of time adding nothing but risk—but there had been little choice. “You survived.” He was more annoyed than surprised. Everything about that night had been sloppy. “I survived,” she said.

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[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

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[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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[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.”

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[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.

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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.”

[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.

[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 XXVIII

(Includes Mature Content)

tagged by: @space-writes!! my words: streak, pull, drive, breath tagging: @drippingmoon,  @drabbleitout, @oh-no-another-idea, @zmwrites, @druidx, and open tag! your words: foul, rage, spit, upset, sensitive, overwhelmed

streak (Aurora)—

From the mist, the smoke, the fighting shadows—and fight they did, as they couldn't pass through an unseen barrier—strode Thrive, spinning a wheel of fire between his fingers, a streak of sparks spitting at the cursed ground at his feet. He parted the metaphorical seas, pupils filling with blinding orange, his silver form suit reflecting the explosions of Emmuli all around him. He cocked his hands upward, rocks from the dirt within a ten-foot radius rising into the air and zipping into his outstretched grip, glowing red-hot before they even reached him. He brought his hands together, separating them again to reveal two white orbs of pure, raw energy made from the stone that he formed into long blades, cooling them down into an alien metal sharper than razors, turning them in circles in his hands. He stopped in the center of the chaos, the soldiers ahead of him trying not to take too much attention away from the battle in order to stare at him in confusion and awe. Warren felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand on end. His eyes welled. "My god..." He'd no sooner got the hushed whisper out before a solid mass moved in the distance, an undulating silhouette against the horizon behind Thrive. Warren already knew what it was before anything else could be said. Thrive's eyes followed a large cloud forming in front of him, a disembodied face crackling through the molecules in the air. Show me your w̷e̸a̶k̶n̷e̶s̸s̴, the Emmuli hissed. Feed us your p̶i̵e̸c̸e̴s̸. "I have no pieces," Thrive said, and his even, echoing voice rendered chills. His skin began to illuminate, amber rings enveloping his arms, wrapping around him like ivy, embracing him. He smiled, though it split empty across his face. "...I am terribly whole."

pull (Meridian)—

[Warren] closed the door behind him, the stress of the day dropping onto his shoulders, and he approached Thrive, sighing heavily before he reached him. He cracked his knuckles and gestured to the floor. "Your Majesty." Thrive carefully sank to his knees, peering up at Warren. His anticipation darkened his eyes. Warren moved to a drawer in the corner of the room and retrieved a length of velvet rope. "I told Thoeala that we're okay after you almost killed me. That's true, isn't it?" "Yes," Thrive said, and there was a curious strain to his tone. "I like to think so, too. In fact, I think we're closer than we've ever been. Off," he added, waving to the top of Thrive's outfit. "It's amazing that in circumstances where loss can more often break two people apart...we've weathered it like champs." Thrive pulled his top over his head and discarded it as Warren walked to him again, holding the long rope between his hands and yanking it taut, testing its strength. Thrive clasped his hands behind his back and Warren went to work, winding the rope around his wrists, his torso, his throat, rigging the binding expertly to create a beautiful pattern across Thrive's chest and abdomen. That particular rope work made it so that if he tried to move his arms in any way, the rope around his neck would tighten. "Stand up," Warren muttered. Thrive did as he was told, looking down at Warren with hooded eyes and his chest straining against the ropes with every breath he took. "...God, you're beautiful." Warren eyed him for a moment. "I'm a little tired tonight…" "That won't be a problem," Thrive murmured, his voice a low rumble.

drive (Aurora)—

Coming back up for air and to claw the remnants of his form suit away, Thrive waved a hand on the lights to dim them, standing steady as a stone structure when Warren hooked his legs around his waist. It took three hours to get to the point where Warren's head hit the pillow and he reached back to grab at the headboard, stars blinding him with every purposeful drive of Thrive's hips into his, and he stifled his natural sounds, rolling closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck," he gasped, pressing his hand to the side of Thrive's face with a bit more of a slap than he'd intended. He made him look him in the eye. "Don't leave me," he breathed, full of emotion he didn't want to expose earlier. "Don't fucking leave me." Thrive scooped him into his arms and arched his body protectively over him, digging his fingers into the bedspread, a low growl rising from somewhere deep inside. He tugged Warren's head to the side and bit down on the flesh connecting shoulder to neck. Warren cried out, burying his nails into Thrive's back and waist. "Don't leave me," he whispered into Thrive's ear over and over, arms tightening around him. "God, don't leave me, don't fucking leave me, don't leave me…!"

breath (Dark Matter)—

"You know." Scot leaned closer. "...You know their origins, their roots. You know, and you are possibly the only one alive who knows, and you have, metaphorically speaking, a target the size of a small planet on your back, now. You have simultaneously become the most hunted and the most dangerous entity in the known universe." Thrive finally turned to Scot, towering over him, bearing down on him with an intense stare, an intimidating stare that had even the android a bit unnerved. Thrive's fiery emerald eyes met Scot's soft lavender ones, and breathable air seeped out the car at an alarming rate. Scot's facial seams blinked in warning, but he otherwise remained steadfast and cautious. "...Even more dangerous than the Ammathu," Scot finished quietly. "And, perhaps foolishly," Thrive murmured, his own voice a low rumble in the small space of the elevator, "you, who knows the sordid details of my husband's most maddening affair—you, who not only did nothing to stop it, but encouraged it, are trapped in an enclosed space with me." "You're going to terminate me." "I could disintegrate you with a thought," Thrive growled in a whisper. "Perhaps it would be beneficial to remember that you yourself told me I am just as alive as any of you." Thrive paused again. He continued to glower at Scot, his eyes flashing with rage, his breathing short. Scot, on the other hand, kept a steady eye on him, waiting, scanning every change in Thrive's face and body language with his supercomputer mind. He did not like what he saw. "...Do it," Scot muttered. The second the first word left Scot's mouth, Thrive bludgeoned him in the direct center of his forehead with a meteoric fist, knocking him into the wall. Scot crumpled immediately, his facial seams sputtering, a metallic fluid leaking out of the back of his head, a spurt of it splattering against the alloy paneling before it stopped. His irises spun into their exposed copper state, and he went still.

[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 @the-inkwell-variable, thank you! my words are tissue, control, net, and card. being indulgent and looking through my Obsession fics for these, because the next one will be finished soon™

(tags & taglist under the cut)

[ID - a red decorative divider]

tissue

from feel me from the inside

He likes to imagine Pharaun’s painted nails slicing through the old scar tissue, re-opening the wound. There’s so much that would come pouring out if he did, and once it was out, there’d only be red, empty space left, because Vizaeth knows he’s a hollow shell, when it comes down to it. If he’s not filled with Pharaun, he’s not filled with anything.

control

from fury to dislocate reason

Skin breaks, blood floods his mouth, and still pressure builds in his head, a howling firestorm his teeth can’t control.

net

i have garnet, which is half of it - from like lovers do

“I wanted you to find something to blackmail him with, not paint him over his office!” Pharaun shoves a hand through his hair. A garnet clip catches on his fingers and he flicks it aside with a curse. He sighs sharply, pinches the bridge of his nose. As though he’s the one having to exercise restraint, when it’s Vizaeth who’s been slighted.

card

again, i have half the word, for discarded - from i want (to be) you

Vizaeth runs his fingers over the vanity, dancing light as a spider over the cosmetics in their untidy rows, the silver tray of hair clips and braiding thread—stops at the brush. Pharaun’s hair tangles in it, thick and white, an abundance of discarded snarls. Vizaeth tugs free enough to wind tight around one finger, so tight it throbs.

[ID - a red decorative divider]

no-pressure tagging @mjjune @winterandwords and @tabswrites with the words destroy, try, clever, and between.

Obsession taglist: @foxboyclit (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!’”

[charlesjosephwrites]

Find the Word Tag

Thanks for the tag @oh-no-another-idea!

My words were ceremony, rescue, hood, and clear. The only place the word ceremony appears in The Magician and Ms. Psychic is in a sentence that involves Major Spoilers, so I'm gonna have to skip that one, but here are some excerpts for the other words!

rescue

“I surprised my girlfriend with dinner like you suggested,” I told him while we waited for Ms. Psychic to come rescue him. “Oh?” he asked. “How’d that go?” “It was great,” I said. “I mean, I kind of fucked up the lasagna, but she still liked the surprise.” “That’s wonderful.” “You got any other ideas?” Tommy took a little bit to think about that. “You don’t have to constantly worry about the next big romantic gesture,” he said. “Sometimes you have to give the relationship time to breathe and let things develop naturally.” I lifted my gaze to the sky with a drawn out groan. “That’s so boring.”

hood

I ran both hands over my face as I leaned backwards, the cold brick wall of the alleyway biting into my back through my hoodie. “You okay?” Myles tried to place a hand on my shoulder, but I waved them away. “I have never wanted to remove someone’s skeleton so bad.” Myles bit down on their bottom lip. “I told you there was no reasoning with him.” “Yeah.” I sighed. “You did.” “H… hey.” They took a deep breath, and they inched a little bit closer to me. “Don’t worry about Max. He just—” “I don’t want to think about him anymore.” I crossed my arms with a little huff. “I’m twice the supervillain he’ll ever be.” Myles cracked a smile. “Of course.”

clear

“If we’re done, I can go help Ms. Psychic with that other guy.” Something about that idea sent a chill up my spine. There was no way Max was going to think through the implications of hurting a kid. I started to open my mouth to relay this information, but my voice caught in my throat. Hermes wasn’t going to listen to my advice, was he? There was no way this brat wasn’t going to yeet himself at the next closest supervillain once he got the all clear from me. “Actually…” I cleared my throat as I slowly rose to my feet. I shook my head, doing my best to dislodge the rest of the racing thoughts from my hand and focus on the task at hand. “I have a couple tricks left up my sleeve for you.” “Alright!” Hermes was practically trembling with excitement as he flipped his helmet’s visor back down over his face. “Let’s—” “Wait!” I interrupted just as he was about to launch himself at me. “Hasn’t anyone taught you anything?” Hermes hesitated. “What?” “There’s a certain order these things are supposed to go.” I clapped my hands together and brought them down in a chopping motion. “You’re gonna need to respect that if you’re gonna make it as a superhero.” “You’re a supervillain?” His words came out more like a question than a statement. “Yeah?” I frowned. “So what?” “You guys don’t follow rules. That’s, like, your whole thing.”

I'll tag @space-writes, @author-a-holmes, @kitty-is-writing, @winterandwords, and anyone else who sees this and wants to play along.

Your words are ever, lonely, against, and about.

[axolotlsupremacyowo]

Find the word…Red and Blue edition!

Hello, my besties! Momo is back with ANOTHER round of Find the Word! Now, let’s go for colors! I getting red words, and y’all are getting blue. This’ll be fun! I wonder how many red things I have in my writing lol.

Words for me!

Apple, Rose, Blood, Strawberry, Fire

Words for YOU

Sky, Ocean, Blueberry, Sapphire, Denim

Now, who am I tagging? Well, my besties of course! @tsunderesalty @mikaharuka @udaberriwrites @lena-hills @narcissasdaffodil @danceswithdarkspawn @hylianjo @oceangirl24 @sliebman10 @sergeantneko @mrsmungus @bleepbloopbotz @fattybattysblog @kayedium-writes and of course, open tag!

Now, let’s get on with this bitch!!!!

Apple (We Will Be Together…Forevermore)

Two souls. A red rose field, a blue hydrangeas flower bush. A fluttering monarch butterfly, a flying hyacinth macaw. A crisp apple, a sweet blueberry. Souls linked with one another, fated to be together until the end of time, the end of the very universe that the gods had made. For they will be together…forevermore.

Rose (Married in Iris)

She looked around the place, having to hide her smirk when she saw Iris standing there, tending to one of the rose bushes. Her dress was beautiful, layered and tied with a bow around her waist, a veil and her bun held by a white rose. Dahlia approached Iris, who didn’t seem to notice her. “Wow, look at you all dressed up.” Dahlia said, catching the surprised attention of her sister. Iris looked horrified. “D-Dahlia?!” “Yes, that’s me.” “But- how did you-” “Ah! There you are! Welcome!” A voice called out to them.

Blood (Let Yourself Cry)

Phoenix walked away, leaving Klavier alone by himself. He looked around and saw Trucy talking to Clay. Trucy’s eyes were bloodshot and puffy, and Clay didn’t look any better. Klavier watched as Clay patted Trucy on the back before getting up, presumably to talk with his and Apollo’s mutual friends. Thinking that Trucy probably didn’t want to be left alone, Klavier went to her. “Hallo, Fräulein.” Klavier greeted as he sat on the chair opposite to Trucy. “O-Oh!” Trucy attempted a smile, her voice hoarse from bawling earlier. “Hey, Mr. Gavin.” Klavier attempted his own smile, asking. “How are you, Fräulein?” “I’m…” Trucy trailed off, and then she sighed. “I would say I’m fine…but I dunno.”

Strawberry (Love Tastes Like Strawberries)

Maya’s smile, it was a small declaration of love, one that Franziska saw every day of her life. But one that never failed to make her heart soar high above the skies like a sparrow. Then, a kiss. Soft and light as a feather, lingering feelings of love, adoration, and all things of the heart. And in this kiss, a realization of what love tasted like. Like strawberries. Sweet spring strawberries.

Fire (The Masked Attorney, Chapter 1)

The Attorney stared. And, with a deep breath, repeated the mantra that never failed to light the fires of determination in his heart. I’m the Attorney… No, that wasn’t right. I’m Apollo Justice, and I’m doing fine. That was better.

[tabswrites]

Find the Word

Tagged by @ahordeofwasps here and here!

Tagging: @writingrosesonneptune @bee-barnes-author @jgmartin @adventures-in-a-world-of-fiction @sleepy-night-child

Your words will be: Lock, catch, break, leak

Dangle

Danger

“Our elders demand innovation to drive us further from the Old World and ignore the fact that there were once people that walked this earth, who could shape the world with a snap of their fingers. If my curiosity was ever dangerous, it was because they made it so. I sought that knowledge for Rothar.”

Doom

Dear

Pack

“Where is Adrin? I assume he is the reason your rotting corpse is not feeding a pack of wolves right now.”

He scratched his chin with a lazy yawn and gave her a reproachful look. “You couldn’t have stopped at ‘Where is Adrin?’”

Sack

“You must be freezing in that dress,” he observed. “It’s been torn to shreds.” He reached around his back and a leather sack appeared. He tugged on the drawstrings and turned out the contents.

Wool socks, leather breeches, a long-sleeved tunic, and…

“It’s my fault your other one was taken,” he said with an apologetic grin, seeing her fingers caress the long, black wool cloak.

Lack

“I was bored, and you were adrift, easily manipulated. When I knew you, your father was begging you to join the Guard. Your lack of interest enraged him. Tell me, Oliver. Did my drive for knowledge finally stir something within you?”

His name in her husky voice brought back memories of their bodies entwined, twisting her curls around his finger as he listened to her rave about her research, the subjects varying from medicinal herbs to inventions that used water as a source of a power. She had been right about his lack of passion for his family legacy, but he was not passionless. His soul rang only for her.

Crack

A scowl dragged his lips downwards. “No, no. I’m not sticking a priceless magical artifact into a crack in the wall.”

“Not with that attitude,” she replied casually. “Why else would a sword appear out of thin air if not to aid us in some way? Either you do it, or I will have Cloud strangle you while I take it from you myself.”

“Ah, Mara–what would Hettie think?” He met her withering stare with a cheeky grin. After a pause, he threw his head back with a sigh and reached for the twisted silver hilt at his side. “Fine.”