God bless circle choreo
Know what the cold approach is and how to do it effectively.
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A thing I did a while back inspired by Outlander
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Sense of humour at age 9: heehee hoohoo penis
Sense of humour at age 15: I'm a grown-up I laugh at serious jokes none of this ""penis"" nonsense
Sense of humour at age 20: heehee hoohoo penis
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manuscript search tag game
I got my sticky hands on an open tag from @zmlorenz. again. no shock there.
this time my words are suspect, sick, safe, solid
The knight brandished a piece of paper. Isi recognised it even from a distance. The posters for their arrest. In particular, this one had Isi’s face on it. Was it possible they were only looking for her? She came to a decision and swung down from the saddle. “If it’s me you’re looking for, here I am. But there is nothing you could want with my friends.”
“There is a warrant out for the arrest of three of you.”
“On what charges?”
“Harbouring a fugitive, as I suspect you well know.”
Isi nodded. “I do. But my companions merely happen to be travelling with me. They had no part in this.” She unbuckled her sword belt and set it on the ground. “Let my friends go, and I will go quietly. Please.”
All of a sudden the rocky passage opened into indigo sky and calm dark sea, the fog gone like it had never been there. Theo and Victoire slumped as one. Theo rubbed his bruised jaw, the sirens’ images floating through his mind. A worm of doubt coiled and uncoiled in his stomach that had nothing to do with the twinging bullet wound. Tears pricked at his eyelids. Was that the last he’d see of his family? No. Tempest and Aella had both promised to take him home. He’d see them all again.
Maybe it was just seasickness, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of doubt.
safe (Dragonsong) (this is from later in the same scene as ‘suspect’)
Two knights stepped forward, one on each side of her, and took her elbows. The one on her left barely came up to her shoulder; his grip was firm, but not all that strong. If she tried, she could probably break free. But she had no intention of doing so.
As though he’d read her mind, he tightened his grip. Isi didn’t move.
SB nudged his horse forward, but the lead knight grabbed his reins before he could get more than a few steps away. A cruel smile twisted her face. “I think not. You will all dismount and come with me, if you wish your friend to stay safe.”
Cold metal touched the skin of Isi’s throat. A knife. This had not been in the plan. The others were supposed to be allowed to leave.
solid (Dragonsong) (ah the joys of being blindfolded)
All she could tell now was that the floor was hard. Cobblestones, perhaps, though it was difficult to be sure. But anything she could learn about where they might be could help them get out. She had no intention of staying here long. Wherever here was.
She put her foot down and found only air underneath. Her heart skipped a beat. Then her foot hit solid ground again.
“Stairs,” said her guide, unnecessarily.
tagging... anyone who wants to play! your words are win, worry, weather, wait
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manuscript search tag game
another one from @zmlorenz! I’m sure no one is surprised. but I am nonetheless pleased to have been tagged :)
my words are wake, trouble, grace, metal
wake (Dragonsong, then Hurricane)
A lunging wolf was an excellent wake-up call, Isi had to admit. She stepped to one side, adrenaline flooding through her veins, and drove her sword into its side before it could even land. With a howl, it crumpled in a heap.
She looped her rope around a hook near the base of the mast, then stretched, flinging her arms wide. The back of her hand hit something and she spun around. “Sorry!”
It was Theo, looking better than yesterday but still half-asleep. “It’s alright. Good morning.” He gave a small smile. “I take it you’ve been up for hours already, and yet somehow you look more awake than I feel.” His hair was still rumpled, strands sticking up in several directions.
trouble (Dragonsong) (SB is ... not wrong. but Isi is also right lol)
“I think I’ll live,” Isi said.
The corner of Sierra’s mouth twitched in a smile. “Good. Because right now, you look terrible.” She sat down on the bed near Isi’s feet, making the frame creak.
“Thanks.” Isi took a deep breath. “There is one good thing about this.”
“Something good about getting the shit kicked out of you?” said SB.
Isi managed a small, rueful smile. “They don’t have Enya.” She flipped over the cloth. “Why else would they go to such trouble to find it out from me?”
grace (Dragonsong) (this is a bit of a cheat but oh well)
Robin had a few hours of work left for that day, so Isi told him to go back. She would figure out what would happen from here.
But when he’d left, she realised she wasn’t very sure what that would be. She’d worked hard for knighthood since she was nine; she hadn’t had any other plan for her life. She hadn’t needed one.
How good were her chances of employment elsewhere? She was a knight; her skills were surely transferable, and she was far from incapable. But she was twenty-two, far too old to apprentice to a new trade. And who would employ a disgraced knight? Capable she might be, but compliant she clearly was not.
What would happen to Robin? He wasn’t twelve anymore, so even he was too old to apprentice to anything else under normal circumstances. These weren’t normal circumstances… but perhaps that wasn’t a good thing.
Would Robin find another knight to squire for? Would another knight be on board with the kind of arrangement she and Robin presently had? She’d promised she would leave the citadel by sunset; she’d made no such promise of Robin.
metal (Hurricane) (Laila no...)
Laila spent the next three days locked in the brig of the Marquess for her insolence. From all her experience of pirate ships, or at least the Marquess, it seemed to be how things were done. Don’t talk back to your captain. She’d been right, and Grimmur had clearly seen that, but she’d clearly gone about it wrong.
“You alright?” Rob’s voice startled her out of her thoughts. Even more startling was the rattle of metal on metal. A key in a lock. He was letting her out.
She stood and stretched, and nodded to him. “Thank you.” He’d brought her food several times while she’d been in here, though she had never been sure if he’d been ordered to or not.
I will tag @ashen-crest @ellatholmes and @starryeve88! your words are show, sleep, sea, sell
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"I've... Never had a family before. I don't know if I'll be any good at it but..." June steeled herself, trying to gather her will, but her voice shook, her eyes teared up. "I-I'd like to be a part of your family, Hanzo Hasashi. And I know I may not be worthy, and I know I am not a warrior, or very strong at all, and I know I cannot stay with you because I'm needed here... But you have been very kind to me and I lo... Love you. Very much."
He is touched by her bravery. There are many warriors who pale at the sight of him. None of them would be bold enough to speak so candidly. He regards her thoughtfully, then his expression softens and he pulls the slight thing into his arms, which are warm, powerful, and represent an unbreakable shield. She will fear nothing so long as he is there to stand as her ally—her family.
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it’s been 4 years and this is STILL a bop
Tag: Word Find CLXXXIII
I was tagged by the lovely @josephinegerardywriter and given the words stand, raindrops, unique, and joy! Thank you!!
Voices approached on the other side of the window, accompanied by a handful of bobbing lanterns. They were shouting to another group walking on the other side of the train and—if the boot steps above were any indication—along the roof of the train. A hound barked, tugging its handler as it searched for whatever scent it had been given.
Damir stiffened next to her as they passed close enough to see clearly. They wore the Liberty Conclave uniform and had their guns drawn. Whatever, or more likely whoever, they were looking for didn’t stand a chance.
Thunder cracked above her and the clouds opened, releasing sheets of cold rain onto the unsuspecting city. The street around her cleared as people rushed for shelter. She couldn’t bring herself to move. Instead, with her feet rooted in place, she lifted her face to the night sky. Each raindrop was a sharp sting against her skin. Her coat was soaked in seconds, becoming heavier but not losing its warmth. Her hair was plastered to her head, rivulets traced down her neck, water clung to her lashes. Lightning flashed, throwing strange shadows and leaving echoes burned into her eyes. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the cool, wet air.
“Fuck you!” she shouted at the sky or the statues or the gods themselves.
Something soured within her. Each Vessel of Fate was given a unique name so they could be differentiated from each other, and so the usually short prophecies could be grouped by subject. The Tempestborn had been whispered about on both sides of the Liberation as a saviour of mythic proportions who would sweep in and turn the tide of the war in their favour.
Radka inspected her hands, brushing them together to clear the dirt off of them. Nothing had broken the skin, but she had the carpet texture printed on the heels of her palms.
She looked up at Damir and accepted his help to her feet. “I’m fine.”
“Let me see.”
She rolled her eyes but allowed him to examine her hands once they’d returned to their seats, hating how much she enjoyed the careful way his fingers skimmed her skin as he checked for injury.
I have definitely shared the ‘raindrop’ snippet before, oops.
I tag @akindofmagictoo, @sedonawritess, @klywrites, and anyone else who wants to play! Your words are wake, trouble, grace, and metal. As always, no pressure!
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Gotta love this group of people!!! ❤️
Season 1 and 2 of The Circle Usa is just so amazing! They are all amazing people and I just cannot pick a fav❤️
Honestly whenever I am thinking about the Circle members I am just ↓
Me: listen up, you little assholes. not you Michael and Céline, you two are angels and I am happy you are here. But the rest of you ducks owe me rent
I can’t witchu 😂😂😂
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sorry this is late hehe but top 5 books?
okay this is another thing that is tough bc i love reading so MUCH and i have a bookshelf literally overflowing with books i love BUT here are the first books i think of when asked this:
proxy duology by alex london
they both die at the end by adam silvera (which i actually read before it became a tiktok crazy apparently??? i know that sounds super hipster to say but i read it like... not too long after it came out and it's just. damn. so good.)
aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe by benjamin alire saenz
the hunger games trilogy by suzanne collins
red, white and royal blue by casey mcquiston
honorable mention: the night world series by lj smith, which i don't think will ever be finished, but there are 9 books so far and i have read them all... at least 3 times apiece? it's about time for a reread, i don't think i've read them since high school and i used to call lj smith my favorite author bc for a while i was reading everything i could get my hands on that she'd written
ask my top 5/top 10 anything!
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