#find the word wip game

[winderlylandchime]

find the word wip game

I was tagged by @lostcol with these words: smile, grab, hungry, sweaty, happy   

I am using my QAF Brian/Justin WIP carried me with you (as a result some of this may already be published because I don’t have much written beyond what’s been posted…I’ll try to pick sentences that haven’t been posted yet but…)

smile: And that’s another thing I noticed. Sunshine wasn’t so shiney these days. He never made eye contact, he never flirted with the customers the way he used to, he never smiled that big smile. He looked almost as blank as Brian.

grab: “Ha,” Justin said, a bitter imitation of a bitter laugh. I set my glass down and turned around towards the refrigerator, pulled it open, and grabbed a bottle of water. I handed it to Justin as he continued. “It’s a pretty shitty dynamic.”

hungry: Debbie seemed to be there all those nights too. And, god, if she didn’t make it mean something. With her mournful eyes. With her hand on her heart. Sometimes a guy works late and is hungry and the diner is reliably open and serves reliably shitty food.

sweaty: Literally none, yet. I haven’t written most of the smut.

happy: “Crazy to think it’s been a year.” I swung him up and down again, and Lindsay reached over and tugged one of his socks back on his foot. She murmured her assent. “And to think, we could have been singing ‘Happy Birthday dear Abraham.’” I smirked at her.

I’m awful at tagging people but if you have a WIP and want to play, say I tagged you and use these words: beautiful, hand, open, serve, once

[eusuntgratie]

find the word wip game

Tagged by @joeys-piano <3

I haven’t come across this tag game before. Looks interesting! And I clearly have plenty of wips so let’s do this!

My words: hell, ache, silver, death, sweet

Your words: kiss, touch, hurt, stay, wait

hell - from the not-yet-named tknp concussion angst fic

Scott, what the fuck is going on? Is Patty okay? Where the hell is G? Why is everyone acting so goddamned weird?

ache - from muscle memory (911/buddie)

But in the dark, Buck aches, haunted by the echo of his touch and all the things he’ll never have.

silver

not in any of my wips!!!

death - from tknp thirsty airport meet cute

The sight of Nolan Patrick’s cheeks flushing red right in front of him, because of him, will be his cause of death.

sweet - from tknp school pickup thirst

Nolan tries hard not to fixate on Travis’ hands, but he has the prettiest fucking hands he’s ever seen, and watching him use them to sweetly and gently braid Nora’s hair is. Causing problems.

Tagging @munsonboy @lostcol @jbarneswilson @onward--upward and          anyone else who wants to do it!

Feel free to send asks about any of my wips... talking about them always gets me motivated to write!

[housewifebuck]

wip game catchup time

I know I have been so so bad about posting/reblogging all the tag games u guys have been tagging me in and im sorry for that!!! consider this a mashup of all the various games ive been tagged in in the last couple days🤪 here's a lil bit of the new firehose wip

tagged by @shitouttabuck @devirnis @theotherbuckley @sibylsleaves @disasterbuckdiaz @loserdiaz @wikiangela @eddiebabygirldiaz @jeeyuns @wildlife4life @watchyourbuck @lover-of-mine @athenagranted &lt;3

“Fuck you.” Buck points an accusatory finger in Hen’s direction. “We swore never to talk about that again.”  “Uh, you swore. I distinctly remember not swearing, specifically so I could make sure you never forgot your roots.” She looks all too thrilled by the rise she’s getting out of Buck, her smile growing as he theatrically shrinks in on himself. “And what long, thick roots they are.” Unable to contain his nosiness any longer, Eddie clears his throat and asks, “What are you guys talking about?” Buck whips around immediately, startling like he had forgotten anyone else was present. The superficial scowl he’s wearing morphs into wide-eyed panic, and Hen lets out an honest-to-god cackle as she swivels to face Eddie. “Oh, you didn’t know?” she asks, faux-innocent in a way that implies absolute awareness of his ignorance. “Buck here used to have another nickname.”  Across from them, Buck buries his face in his hands with a childishly loud groan. “You’re ruining my life,” he mumbles. Hen ignores him. “They used to call him firehose,” she continues. This is punctuated by a suggestive waggle of her eyebrows, like it’s some sort of reference Eddie is supposed to understand. Lost, he chances a look at Buck, but his gaze is studiously fixed on the floor, arms crossed and lips pursed tightly.  “Why?” Eddie asks slowly. “Wait, who’s ‘they’?”

[theunboundwriter]

Hey Writeblr!!

Could you please interact with this post if it's alright to tag you in tag games?

I always struggle with knowing who to tag lol (and if we're not already mutuals feel free to interact as well!)

[oh-no-another-idea]

Find the word tag

Thank you for this old one, @leahnardo-da-veggie! I'm glad to have saved this one in my drafts, I'm in the mood for some word hunting today... looking for the words life, loved, luck, and learn. 🧡

From Bent Nails or Something:

Life: [Sutton POV]

“I am a font of construction jokes,” Sutton said. “Just wait until I learn how to knock down a wall. Then I’ll be unstoppable.” She paused to consider how her life had spat her out in this small town in this rundown house where she was boasting about making bad jokes about woodworking. “Question,” she continued. “Don’t you have to…I don’t know, do wiring and plumbing if you’re renovating a house?”

Loved: [Michael POV]

The silence lasted long enough that Michael tasted salt and realized he was crying in the dark closet. He wondered if outside in the hallway, Sutton was crying too. Probably not—did the girl even own tear ducts? “[Nick's] not perfect,” Sutton said. “My mom’s the one that wants to marry the guy, believe me, I’ll be the first to point out his flaws. But you have to admit he did his best afterwards, Michael. He sent money your whole childhood, stayed away out of respect, honored your mom’s dying wish without a second thought, and he loved you unconditionally the moment you were his to love. And I don’t think he’ll ever stop. I don’t think he can.”

Luck: [Michael POV]

“Nonsense,” Nick said, waving with his fork. “Got all your dad’s good looks. Any girl would be lucky to have you.” “Or any guy,” Sutton said wisely, nodding like a sage or something. Nick blinked. “Yeah,” he said, a beat late and a bit loud. “Yeah, anyone at all would be lucky. If you’d just get off the seat of your pants once in a while.” Michael searched for the quickest way to get everyone’s attention off him. “Yeah, well, thanks, guys.”

Learn: [Sutton POV]

“It’s never to learn more about yourself.” “Yeah,” Jacob agreed, and then went still. Sutton followed his gaze up to Michael, who was tugging his shirt over his head. “Oh, brother,” Jacob said lowly, and then dunked his head under and shook it like a dog, somehow managing even with his glasses still on. Michael took a running jump and cannonballed into the lake. Sutton bobbed in his wake and then clambered up the ladder to jump in again. Down below, the two boys had drifted closer. “Any hippos?” she heard Jacob ask.

I'm actually so pleased by these excerpts all in a row 😈 I feel like they really capture the heart of what this story's all about!

Lots of tags, for anyone and everyone, and also @winterandwords @space-writes @charlesjosephwrites @eccaiia @late-to-the-fandom

@aritany @ink-fireplace-coffee @ahordeofwasps @writingrosesonneptune and @thewriteflame -- your new words to find are sound, beyond, drew, and skin.

[space-writes]

snippet tag

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

[ID - a green and black decorative divider]

[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.

[ID - a green and black decorative divider]

no-pressure tagging @loopyhoopywrites @thegreatobsesso and @eccaiia to share something fun!

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

@at-thezenith @morganwriteblr @fayeiswriting @serenanymph

@sam-glade @viscerawrites @thegreatobsesso @flower-reads (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

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

Hi hi ! Howsabout "grass" for wip word of the week

Thank you!!!!

Grass from untitled Jamie and Dani secret besties fic:

Pep is not Lasso. And Pep is definitely not Catrick. Thank fuck for that, but it also means Jamie has to work twice as hard for way fewer minutes. In his first match back, his arse doesn’t leave the bench. Dad has something to say about that, of course. He always does. In his second match back, his boots finally get to touch the grass, but only in the final minutes of the match after Johnson pulls a hamstring.

Jamie does his best to make it count.

It’s only a few minutes he’s out on the pitch, but he has a touch and a tackle, enough to get him a pat on the back from Pep on the way to the showers and his hopes raised for more minutes next match. Jamie can’t help but smile when he sees a text from Dani as he boards the bus.

Dani: Nice match amigo! what a win!

Dani: Good to see you back on the pitch where you belong 🙂

The trek ride back to Manchester is long, but for once, Jamie doesn’t feel so alone.

[somanywords]

Word search tag

@tessabennet left a tag open to go hunting for the words sun, lonely, eyes, and breath in a WIP, and I love those words, so I'm gonna join in!

From my "they survive the war" AU feat. Becca Barnes fic:

Sun:

On the bad days, Steve didn’t come home. Becca knew, because she’d sat on the front stoop till dark, and then let herself in and sat on the couch until the sun rose again and she’d had no choice but to go to work. More than anything else, Steve’s absence scared her.

Lovely:

Then they seemed to notice her. No one knew who Captain America had brought as his date, which was the way both Captain America and his date liked it, so there was a healthy level of intrigue and whispering about Becca and her lovely pale green dress. “Here,” Becca whispered while Mr. Business Man rambled on about something to do with the war’s ending and the rebuilding happening all over Europe, “Try this, it’s like pretentious bagel.”

From my modern AU fake dating WIP:

Eyes:

“Hi, Mom,” he said, setting his bag down and pulling a chair over. “How you doin’ today?” “Never mind that,” she said, eyes already on Bucky. Well, Steve couldn’t really blame her, he’d orchestrated this on purpose to snare her. “Who’s this?” Bucky acted his part beautifully. Bashful hand behind his neck, he ducked into the light and said, “Hi, Mrs. Rogers. I’m Bucky Barnes. I’m, uh, a big fan of your work, Ma’am.”

Breath:

Steve breathed in. Bucky’s back was to him, red hoodie, arms moving a mile a minute, mixing his precious chocolate concoction. Bucky was not only a good pizza maker, handsome as hell, or a clever mechanic. He was also sweet to his little sisters, let strangers coerce him into signing fake contracts, and made them hot cocoa at midnight. “Let’s build a fucking blanket fort,” Steve said, standing as though he was delivering a speech to tired troops on the cusp of battle. “Let’s fucking do it.” Bucky looked up with joy written across his face. “Where have you been all my life, Steve?” he wondered, and ran into the living room.

I can't remember who's already done this, so either ignore me or play all over again! Your words are skin, smell, soft, and shoulder <3 @dharmasharks @zenaidamacrouras1 @sparkagrace @dontcallmebree and @greyhavensking -- I would love to see snippets if you have any to share!! <3

[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."

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

[gioiaalbanoart]

Find the Word Tag

So.....I had several in the back-burner, I might get start now....😅

THANKS TO : @the-golden-comet (X) with : house, flower, rain, green AND (X) with cold, shiver, stream, and drop AND (X) with Fear, Trust, Summon, Horror

@wyked-ao3 (X) with : loyal, gun, tree, smoke and (X same as Goldie)

and (X) with : void, valid, villain, violent and (X) with  fire, aim, guilty, hell

@authorcoledipalo (X) with : ache, slash, bounce, wink

@tragedycoded (X) with tire, accurate, innocent, switch

@sableglass (X) with Sting, Chase, Care, Empty and (X) with Lock, Cross, Stick, Fly

From my wip The scarred angel under the cut with tags

house

And Amy wishes. She wishes so badly for time to stop.

Of course it doesn't, and the morning reaches easily the greenhouse.

rain (it was the closest one 😂)

As I keep staring, bewitched, I'm vaguely aware of part of my brain suggesting : "Must be what being hit by lightening feels like".

green

By some standards I bet he could be considered as handsome : tanned, green eyes, tick dark hair, really bright white teeth.

cold

I’m suddenly cold now, despite the too warm, too humid fucking weather, but I sink in the sensation anyway.

shiver

Suddenly the power of a possible implication hits him, eyes go wide : "They're not past fentanyl, are they ?" he blurts and shivers despite himself. 

stream

"Our work on the border is challenging by definition. Starting with drugs and  illegal immigration and all the possible downstream harms like  various smuggling, gun-running.... You name it. 

drop

When this one looks at me with those arctic blue eyes my jaws involuntarily drops and all hairs on my body go secretly hair-raising.

Trust

She puts together scratches of material she has written, mainly on paper because she doesn't trust to bring along her laptop in the patrol car. 

Fear

It's old enough that among other things she fears it might overheat and miserably melt.

Summon

Herrera's answer hangs in the air while I summon internally any entity whatsoever that might keep him talking without requiring another awkward prompt coming from me.

Horror

It still would be nothing compared to the horror's ripping her apart.

gun

Which translates as different groups at war engaging in gunfight and not finishing the job because more urgent matters.

tree

Can you imagine families in those streets? With children?"

smoke

Despite all the open windows and the "no smoking" signs a stale cigarettes smoke persists and combined with the heat makes the air stuffy, so much for breathing.

void

We almost argued and Phil hardly held his tongue to avoid lashing out on me.

violent

"We're helping with the operation." he says : "We are on watch if you prefer. We want to avoid as much as possible any violent consequence on ours side."

ache

Ashley arches an eyebrow like a challenge : "Rumors about me have reached your ears, perhaps?"

wink

Still Morales winks at her, the lopsided unpleasant smirk still plastered on his face.

tire

Maybe I'm failing at it, or he's just so tired, as his heavy eyes' bags show, that he just can't care less.

switch

Say I call in I wouldn't have a clue about whom I could ask for, I probably wouldn't pass beyond the switchboard.

Sting

Proper interviews it's usually when things get interesting.

Chase

Amy chases away fleeting images of light blonde hair and ice blue eyes sneaking annoyingly between responsible and fully functional thoughts.

Care

She' half sitting half leaning on the desk edge, splayed palms planted behind to props her up like an easel, body language exuding a kind of devil-may-care attitude that seems irritating Morales as much.

Empty

My stomach is still churned and part of me is focusing on keep it from emptying it just there on the floor which is probably why I don't mince my words when I ask : "What's Ashley Knox to you, sir?"  

fire

But she's rather glad she didn’t earn any new of them from the fire, new painful identification marks.

aim

"So, what is that you're good at aim?" the blonde asks before taking a sip, curiosity lingering in her eyes above the glass's edge.

hell

Why the hell does she shaves so? 

Lock

Ashley at first locks eyes with hers then her lips twists in a half shit-eating grin : "That's was lame." She breaths out almost like talking to herself. 

Cross

Sounds like a joke, it must me the most common family name here where we can just walk to cross the border and get to Mexico. 

Stick

She abruptly goes back sitting and stirs the fire with a stick, her gaze back to usual hardness.

Fly

There is no way I'm taking a fly back home right now anyway, I don't have the strength, so let's play the role just for a few days.

NF : flower, loyal, valid, villain, slash, bounce, accurate, innocent, guilty

****

Now, that was...Np tag but I wanna share the pain 🤣 . Pick up one/more than one/ whatever words :

@saturnine-saturneight, @davycoquette, @cowboybrunch, @authorcoledipalo, @leahnardo-da-veggie, @kaeru483 @alinacapellabooks + open tag and a drink because you probably gonna need one 🍻 🍻🍻

[wyked-ao3]

Find the word tag x 2

tagged by my favorite weird western writer @tragedycoded here (yes I'm hopping onto the open tag);

My words are: favor, account, prayer, load.

Then tagged by @the-golden-comet here

my words: destroy, sense, withhold, underneath

Lines from TPKODR (some change may occur as I'm in the editing phase)

Favor

Oisìn sighed, “let's get to work and may the gods favor be with us.”

Account

The bulky Pirate King in front of him may be stronger but that didn't account for everything in a fight.

Prayer (closest I had)

Oisìn just prayed to the gods of old that it wasn't as bad as the journey through the deadmans sea had been.

Load

It allowed a little too much water in when you had a full load of cargo.

Destroy

"It destroyed him in the end.”

Sense

• Oisín nodded and followed after the General, with a growing sense of dread, slowly building deep within his stomach with each step he took away from the safety of the ship.

Withhold (will probably be added at some point.)

Underneath

• Swimming underneath the ship.

Your words : misery, allergy, headache, health

Tagging my taglist + @aintgonnatakethis & @mk-writes-stuff

@thatuselesshuman @gioiaalbanoart @lychhiker-writes @goth-automaton

@thecomfywriter @evilwriter37 @saebasanart @the-golden-comet

@mauannacreates @kind-lion @alinacapellabooks @kuebiko-writing

@kaeru483 @differentnighttale @theink-stainedfolk @unstableunicornsofasgard

@mysticstarlightduck @demon-sneeze @an-indecisive-nerd

@smellyrottentrees @honeybewrites @pheonix358

[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 +/-)

[jev-urisk]

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!

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Find the word tag

Thank you (ages ago) for the tag, @eccaiia! <3 Today I'll go hunting in Bent Nails 💙

Storm:

“Now where was I—” he turned and spotted Michael with his back to them, saw up above his head to get the beam near the ceiling, and faltered. “What should I do next?” Sutton prompted. Jacob shook his head like a dog in a rainstorm and pushed his glasses higher up his nose. “Uh,” he said, and tore his gaze back to her. “Well, unfortunately, we gotta clean up the mess we’re making. We need some garbage cans.”

Strike:

The kid in the middle, the pitcher, wound up and fired the ball towards home plate. Bobby, a tall Asian guy, didn’t swing at it. This prompted a lot of shouting from all the other boys scattered around the infield, and also the catcher who stood up and started pointing accusingly. On the bench beside Sutton, the boys erupted, some clapping, others jeering. “Come on, that was clearly a strike,” Lawrence yelled.

Blink:

“So how do you eat? I mean when my mom isn’t here?” Nick looked over his shoulder. “Michael’s not such a bad chef.” Michael blinked, deer in the headlights. “Yeah, if you don’t mind recycling three meals over and over again.”

I'll leave this tag OPEN, for anyone who'd like to look for the words moon, firstborn, and fish. Bonus: brocade!

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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)

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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.

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

Obsession taglist: @foxboyclit (ask to be +/-)