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[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!)

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[space-writes]

find the word

tagged by @bardic-tales, thank you! (im gonna do this on my writing blog, thespacelizard is my main) my words are sorrow, light, fear. Since one of the words is sorrow, i simply have to go back into Renegade Prince for this.

no-pressure tagging @talesfromaurea @kaylinalexanderbooks @sam-glade and @jmhwritesstuff with the words return, allow, flee and away

sorrow

(it’s a character name, so that’s what this is, which kinda feels like cheating, but also i do love him very much so…)

Arcanist Rivaanlehnim was, therefore, thoroughly awake when Sorrow and his trio of Vetusak K'zinla climbed in through the window of his fourth-floor study in the middle of the night. He did not look up from the crystals spread out on his desk at their arrival. “Someone should teach you how doors work, Prince Sorrow,” he said, flipping a stronger magnifying lens down over one eye. “I had very little desire to be transformed into a toad this evening,” Sorrow said. At his left shoulder, Excellence was scanning the room, taking note of the additions Rivaanlehnim had made to his protections since last they’d visited. “Skellin, actually,” the arcanist said. “Much like the one your lieutenant has for some reason tucked into her shirt. Are you aware they’re venomous?”

light

Her feet were light again on the stairs as she hurried back down. She needn’t have worried – there was so much noise from back room and taproom alike that no-one would have heard her if she’d danced a jig down the banister and sounded a fanfare to finish.

fear

(three guesses who’s saying this line)

“You need not fear. Our little ghost is the most mercenary man I have ever met – so long as his purse is full of my coin, his murderous intent will be turned elsewhere than you.”

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[indecentpause]

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@oh-no-another-idea tagged me to find the words stone, brick, iron, and wood! thank!

I'm revisiting The Most Beautiful Puzzle for one last readthrough and check and then it should be ready to start sharing in full!! :D for now have some excerpts :)

stone rock:

[Josselin]’s already primed you on what to look for, but you don’t know who was here last or how long ago or what for. You’re mostly there to drive and make things look convincing. Josselin backtracks to the wall where you parked and drops into a crouch. You try to be useful by overturning rocks and leaves with your cane, but you won’t be able to see anything not immediately obvious, and there’s no way you can crouch or kneel. From the sidewalk, a man calls, “You guys need help with something?” You look up. A guy your age, maybe a few years older. Unassuming. Crew cut brown hair, t-short and jeans, average everything. The only thing that stands out is his shiny black combat boots. “Oh, he just dropped something. Thanks, though!” The guy lingers a moment. You offer a wave, trying to politely tell him he can go on his way. He offers a wave back and moves on.

brick:

[Josselin] sighs and lets go before you can ask him what he’s doing. With a huff, he rubs quick and hard at his shoulder where the officer was touching him. “I was okay,” he says softly. You offer a weak smile. “You’re still okay!” you say, trying to be supportive. “He just needs to get his paperwork in order. It’s technically private property, so they probably have to just make sure everything’s sorted. Josselin leans back against the brick wall of the building, mumbling to himself in annoyance. You join him.

iron:

“Okay, so, what’s this about a baseball bat?” “I keep one under my bed,” he explains again. “I have mitts and baseballs and stuff too, to make it look like it belongs there. Just in case. So it doesn’t look like I was planning to use it as a weapon. But I could get you one, if you wanted. And maybe a tire iron to keep in your car, if you didn’t want a bat there? People keep tire irons in cars, right? I’ve never driven a car.”

wood:

For a moment, things are quiet. Occasionally, you hear the Inspector and Pascal’s feet one the hardwood floor upstairs. Familiar and Grandpa are purring. Crackerjack has fallen asleep under the table. Your phone rings, loud and shrill in the quiet room. All three cats jump and dart under various pieces of furniture. It buzzes on the table and continues to ring a second or two more until you finally grab it. An unknown number. You send the call to voicemail.

tagging @drippingmoon @calicohyde @jezifster @winterandwords @digital-chance @tc-doherty @anoelleart to find the words grey/gray, heavy, bright, and strong/strength

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[little-peril-stories]

Find the Word Tag

I was tagged by @tabswrites in this post here. I was also tagged here by @kaylinalexanderbooks. Thank you!

My words (round 1): try, bright, teeth and smile

My words (round 2): tool, personal, appear, sour

Gently tagging (no pressure): @oh-no-another-idea @verba-writing + open tag

Your words: bristle, teem, small, perchance, sound

All of these come from the various TPOT-related short stories I've got hanging around!

Try - Are You Nobody, Too?

I whirl around, stupid Stella’s stupid voice in my stupid brain. “Don’t you dare try anything, Henry Bailey. I’m trusting you, and if you—” “Jeez, Lucy.” He sighs and takes a step back. “This doesn’t seem much like trust, does it?”

Bright - Are You Nobody, Too?

Outside, the wind picks up. Autumn is in full swing, with maple leaves now the colour of crabapples, some of them already starting to fall and coat the ground, painting it the hues of the season—sun-bright yellow, brilliant orange, and of course, blood red.

Teeth - When the Snow Falls

At the graveness of his son’s tone, and how it perfectly imitated the dour seriousness of a stern-faced schoolmaster or perhaps a proselytizing pastor, Dad muffled a snort of laughter and pressed his teeth into his knuckles.

Smile - Are You Nobody, Too?

“One week,” I say. A smile spreads across his face. “A few days off. Time to practice. And then in a week, I’ll take you up on your stupid offer. And I’ll win.”

Tool / Personal - As Good As Gold, and Better

...I put my attention back on Will. I didn’t really know what I was doing when I told him to help the children put their ornaments on the tree, but he’s doing a splendid job, so much that I almost want to let my hands fall still so I can keep watching him. He’s got this great silly smile on his face every time he kneels down to talk to one of them, and even though they’re so much smaller, none of them seem the slightest bit frightened. One of the little girls—of course, it’s the one with personal space issues, the one who crawled under my legs earlier—even leaps into his arms out of sheer excitement to put her messily drawn star as high upon the tree as she can reach.

Appear - It Isn't Much, But It is Enough For Me fun fact it's been retitled and it's now called Making Home

“Don’t play with fire unless you want to get burned,” Colette echoed, glaring him right into the kitchen, though Jamie could see the laughter trying to fight its way onto her face. Her grin faltered as she caught Jamie’s eye, and they both seemed to have the same thought at the same time. When Jamie glanced over at Geoff, he, too, appeared to be thinking it—the creeping sense that Colette’s warning applied to more than Will’s childish aversion to work.

Sour Bitter - Are You Nobody, Too?

He is, and maybe I’m a fool for taking him up on his offer, but for the first time in weeks, I’m feeling something other than the empty dread these long, bitter days have brought.

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[oh-no-another-idea]

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Tagged by the lovely @cilly-the-writer to find glow, wave, and lose--thank you! <3

🌌 From Stars and Ships:

Glow: [Jax POV]

The bunks against one wall were painted lilac, the top bunk full of storage bins, the bottom currently holding Quin, spread out on his stomach atop a pile of blankets. The ceiling was covered in those awesome glowing stars, and the dresser top still housed Quin’s miniature collection of antique spaceships. The floor was unfortunately littered with clothing. “My boy,” Jax said, disgusted. “When is the last time you cleaned this dump?”

Wave: [Aaliyah POV]

The waitress was come back with a tray. Aaliyah waved at her hopefully. They were idiots for attempting negotiations on overheated empty stomachs. “First five hundred, then a thousand,” Jax scolded. “If the paint job costs two thousand? Where will you stop, Quin?” “I’m not insane,” Quin complained. “I’m not stupid, Jax. We’ll buy a cheap used ship. I just don’t want your stinginess to rob us of a few choices.” Aaliyah took the first cup from the waitress and set it in front of Quin. “Mango ice.” Jax stopped talking and grabbed his spoon excitedly. Even Quin showed some attention. Aaliyah handed Jax his cup and breathed a sigh of relief. Disaster averted. Then, after they’d eaten, she’d put in her own chips for wide bunks and a good computer system.

Lose: [Aaliyah POV]

“But I know others like you,” Aaliyah said. “Willing to lose it all on principles vaster than all the stars. Their faith is what gives them purpose every day, and to be anything less would mean for them to be untrue to themselves.” “So, you understand,” [Aakov] said hopefully. Aaliyah squeezed his hand. “I understand that Quin will be devastated to lose you.”     

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[winglesswriter]

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I was tagged by @willtheweaver to post excerpts from my work that contain the words on the list. Thank you 💚

My words: Wait, fate, state, irate

The excerpts are from Foreigner God

Wait

“You survived and won the battle. You are a hero in your men’s eyes and your win was a great asset to the country.” The words should make Thiery happy. He expects a surge of pride, but he still can’t tell if he’s being praised or chastised. He waits for his father’s next words, tense like a string.

Fate

“Tell me, is it such a burden to know that I’m… that we are fated to be together?”

State

When he empties his stomach, he finds a barrel with rainwater and washes his face. It makes him feel a bit better, but he doesn’t dare to run just yet. As fast as his exhausted state allows him he takes the shortest route to the dirtiest part of the city.

Irate

No pressure tag for: @sunny-ghosts, @elizaellwrites, @orphanheirs, @frostedlemonwriter, @imsoveryveryconfusedatlife, @smol-feralgremlin, @365runesoftheamalgamations, @reininginthefirewriting, @kelpie-writes, @revenantlore, @rainbow-colored-writer, @i-llbedammned, @sergeantnarwhalwrites, @unrepentantcheeseaddict, @wintherlywords

Your words are:

soothe, truth, youth and tooth

#tag game #find the word tag

[autumnalwalker]

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Thank you for the tag @druidx.

I've got a bunch of these word find tags in my queue, and I'm finally getting back around to them. Will be posting several over the next few days.

My words to find were effort, entry, ear, error, & expression.

Passing the (optional) tag to @authoralexharvey, @alainastrauss, @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @theprissythumbelina, @squarebracket-trick, and the usual open tag to anyone else who wants it.

Your words to find shall be please, space, surprise, melancholy, & unassuming.

Effort: Empty Names - 10 - Cleanup

“Please, let me help you.  You’re safe here,” she says as she takes his hand.  Or at least, she thinks that’s what she says.  She never actually got to practice speaking the language with anyone else before now.

There’s a moment of horrendous silence as Dis!ma*s’s feet touch the ground.  He makes one slow blink with horizontally closing eyelids and then doubles over.  Laughing.  He says something but it's fast enough and interrupted by gasps of laughter that Lacuna can’t follow.

“I’m sorry?” she says on reflex before remembering the language barrier. “I mean, I apologize.”  The latter sentence sends Dis!ma*s into a renewed fit of what Lacuna really hopes is amusement as the rainwater shakes off of him.

“Your pronunciation is so garbage it was half gibberish and half propositioning him,” Bridgewood says from the other side of the carriage.  He’s not literally laughing at her, but he may as well be with the face he’s making.  “And then you -”

“Okay, okay, I think I get it!” Lacuna’s voice cracks as her face grows hot with embarrassment and frustration.  She tries to remember gestures that she’d read up on for some culturally appropriate sign of contrition but draws a blank.

Recovering, Dis!ma*s stands up straight and speaks again, slow and loud this time.  “I apologize,” he starts and Lacuna immediately sees where she went wrong with the pronunciation but has no idea how to make her mouth form the right phoneme.  “You surprised me.  It has been a difficult day.  Thank you for trying.”

Or at least, the parts Lacuna can parse are something along those lines.

“He says getting hit on at the end of the worst couple days of his life was too absurd to deal with, but A for effort on the welcoming attempt,” Bridgewood offers by way of translation.

Entry: Empty Names - 3 - Dance Partners

The girl was surprised at how steady her hands were as she punched in the keyless entry code for the pickup.  She was the most scared she’d ever been in her life and yet there was something else.  Relief at having gotten away?  Excitement?  Thrill?  A feeling of power after having stared death in the eye then punched it in the face?  She smirked as she opened the door and climbed inside.  That last one had a nice ring to it.

Fish out the keys, start the engine, buckle her seatbelt, change the radio to something less sad, and she was off.  Or so she thought until she felt a bump backing out of the parking spot.  The girl looked in the rearview mirror and saw her pursuer once more, now holding onto the back of the truck.  She changed gears and pressed the gas, speeding forward and bouncing over the parking blocks between the spaces.  

Ear: Empty Names - 20 - Changeling Child

It surprises Ashan just how light Lacuna is when she falls forward into his arms.  He is barely even eye level with her shoulder on the rare occasions she stands up straight, but he realizes now just how much she is skin and bones beneath the loose-fitting clothing she always seems to favor.

“Don’t tell Eris,” Lacuna breathes into his ear before passing out.

Error: Empty Names - 16 - Mall Rats

Echo Plaza, a place that becomes more aptly named with each passing year.  

A mere three decades ago this place would have been teaming wall to wall with shoppers from Backstage and beyond.  Wide-eyed newbies who mistakenly thought it would be a good place to ease themselves into things.  Paratech hobbyists looking for the newest offworld imports to reverse engineer.  Teenage witch covens staking out corners of spellbookstores and food courts.  Offworld travelers taking advantage of their multi-day anchor world hub layover to go sightseeing.  Fairies playing tricks from the cover of palm fronds and aerial shrubbery.  Naiads presiding over the grand fountains and granting small blessings in exchange for the coins thrown in. The list went on.

Back then, when the ideal of the shopping mall as cultural centers of commerce and socialization occupying a prominent place in the collective consciousness brought Echo Plaza into being and sustained it and its occupants with an effervescent zest for life, vendors would kill for a storefront on the young pocket dimension’s main concourse.  Quite literally, as Sullivan knows from personal experience and paychecks.  In those days just being here would make everything feel exciting and wondrous.  In these window displays the kitsch became cool and the mildly uncommon became alluringly exotic.

Now there are more marble statues than people.  The grand fountains are all long dry.  Food court menu screens proclaim cryptic messages over blue error backgrounds.  Shadowy suggestions of mannequins linger in gutted boutiques at the edge of a flickering neon haze.

The golden age of the shopping mall has passed, and even the subcultural revival of the concept is inextricably intertwined with emptiness and signal decay.  None but the most stubborn of holdouts are willing to invest property in a pocket dimension on its last legs before dissolution.  Only the most dedicated seekers of aesthetic and pursuers of the niche bother to put up with the permeating air of nostalgia and melancholy.

Expression: Empty Names - 19 - Shire

It’s actually two someones walking up the sidewalk toward the unassuming safehouse, and they’re not any of the local residents that Sullivan now knows by sight after the length of his unsleeping stakeout.  The woman in front is of a middling height, similar to Sullivan’s own.  Auburn hair loose down to the shoulders, purple-framed glasses, beige knit sweater, red scarf, blue jeans.  Checking an old model flip phone as if verifying the address.  Some niggling familiarity about her appearance that Sullivan can’t quite place.  

The second woman, walking stiff-backed one pace behind and a shoulder-width to the left, towers head-and-shoulders over her companion - no, her superior, unless Sullivan misses his mark.  Silver hair pinned back in an elaborate bun, expressionless face, amber brooch pinned to a white cravat, dress of maroon so dark it’s almost black with so much frills and lace that it leaps out of the realm of antique and into the territory of gothic.

Sullivan blinks through his filters and the taller woman’s face takes on a porcelain sheen and the ball-jointed segmentation of her hands becomes apparent.  Another blink and the next filter reveals the leash of metaphysical strands linking the two women heart-to-heart.  A witch and her arcane doll?  Sullivan didn’t think they had those in this world cluster.  No, far more likely to be a superficial similarity born of convergent evolution.  More likely an unorthodox familiar bond with a construct.  Either way, he suspects that once the mage is dealt with (witch, wizard, or otherwise is hard to say without seeing her in action) then that should cut the puppet strings on the doll and make for easy pickings.

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[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @elsie-writes!

Find the Word Tag

My words: dog, water, gorgeous, hat

Your words: festival, brown, paint, drag

I'll pull from End Times (HO book 3) cause why not

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"My name is Izjik Meautammera and I'm not at all wanted by the wealthy Devaris family of Unity. They won't give you money for my safe and unconscious return-"

Watch it, End whispered. Izjik’s breathing hitched as she felt that awful, out-of-body experience return for a fraction of a second.

"-What I am," the woman continued shakily, "is End's avatar. It speaks to me, it controls my actions when it wishes. I have killed spirits and Chosen under its command. Immortality shatters beneath the stone of my washava. I have come here to ask for your help in our ultimate endeavor: destroying the gods and all life on this planet. You, your kid, your dog - it'll all be dead and gone. So, uh, who's with me?"

There was a beat of quiet, which soon stretched far past shock and into incredulous territory. Izjik began to sweat under the gathered stares. Her stomach took the opportunities to growl loudly in the tense silence.

Oh, why did we ever decide to trust you with this, End huffed.

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The combination of blood, water, and some unidentifiable powder Bi'em had added bubbled and spat when it came into contact with the forge-bright metal. Twenari fought not to wince as it landed on her hands like hot oil flying from the fry pan.

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On the other side of the table stood Sepo and Bi'em. The robot wore a similar pair of coveralls as Twenari, with tight bindings around the cuffs. Traversing a mountainside was one thing, but apparently, the gritty heart of the Araunian desert was a little more trying on someone with exposed metal joints. For his part, Sepo had managed to find a wide-brimmed hat and a pair of glasses with lenses of smokey quartz. Twenari was glad; she remembered how miserable he'd been in the incessant sunlight last time they'd been.

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I'll tag @kaylinalexanderbooks @drchenquill @melpomene-grey @tildeathiwillwrite and open tag :)

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[penny00dreadful]

Find the word tag game!

Big thank you to @hbyrde36 and @mentallyundone for the tags with this, it was a lot of fun!

I unfortunately had to cheat a little, because I didn't have some words, so I took some words from both!

I used: Rare, Nails, Over, Tight and Shut (I literally couldn't find any Tent, Arrangement, Ticket, Heat or Insane 😅)

Your words are: Fresh, Despise, Flat, Warning and Suppress

Rules: search your WIPs and attach a snippet to share. Tag however many people you want because I'm making up the rules based on what I've seen, and give them 5 new words to search their WIPs for.

Rare

“I think it’s a wonderful thing. It’s rare to find a Paladin that I have bestowed the honours on so in touch with his…” he tilted his head, blue eyes piercing through Steve and sending a shock of fear through him, “emotions.”

Nails

Eddie would have to be beaten away from the premises with a bat. A bat with nails.

Over

Before he could stare at green and white for too long and allow the sorrow to wash over him again, he let go and shut the closet door.

Tight

His vision was starting to blur with tears and the lump in his throat felt like he’d swallowed a fucking golf ball. “Not yet. You can- you can answer it later. Please. Stevie. Baby. Sweetheart. We could-” He threw his arms around Steve’s shoulders, holding him as tight and close as he possibly could, as though his grip could keep them both here.

Shut

The door closed with a heavy thud behind him, a mechanism clicking shut as his fathers two guards stood at either side like sentries, glaring at him, almost challenging him to try and get out.

(And a bonus: Love. Because I was looking at the wrong word prompts initially and I couldn't not give you this one.)

“My love, who did this to you?”

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[sarandipitywrites]

find the word tag

thanks for the tag, @i-can-even-burn-salad! go check out her snippets here (Aurelia and Laurent are 💞💞💞)

my words to find are bleed, breathe, behave, and bargain; i'll be looking through Dead Roots, Dark Water. gentle tags to @ahordeofwasps, @aziz-reads, @sam-glade, @that-cyber-writer, and @rainydance91, plus an open tag to find consume, cliff, cry, and consider.

bleed

Jak's body tugged him towards Keira's room like Daxter had buried a hook in his heart. He'd seen the slump in Daxter's spine, the glaze over his eyes. He couldn't leave Daxter alone, now — not when his thoughts were bleeding into his body.

breathe

Light. Bright and silvery and getting bigger. From a pinhole in parchment to a star at sunrise to a candle flame at midnight, the light grew until it consumed them. Moonlight filled his eyes with spots, leaving him to blink them away as the wind raised goosebumps on his arm. He breathed it in, tasted fresh air — real air, flavored with lush green and salt and soil. Ferns and trees and grass greeted him, flanked by tall cliffs on all but Jak's right side, where the earth fell away to the sea far below. Glowing violet flowers lined the cliff's edge, their mauve edges brightening as they rustled in the ocean breeze. Jak didn't recognize them.

behave

Back on the main level, both kid and dog were still on the couch. Moss snored softly while the kid stroked his patchy fur. Samos's voice echoed in his head: If only you two could be so well-behaved… The kid studied Jak — his face, his horns — but didn't react. Didn't cry out, didn't run or hide. What had he seen? The question turned Jak's stomach. What had this little kid seen, that he was less afraid when Jak wore his own face?

bargain

The chair creaked as Brutter straightened. He loomed over Torn, casting him into shadow. “If Underground cannot spare men, babaks maybe cannot spare intel, ha?” Torn arched a hairless brow, tattoos stretching like spiderwebs in the breeze. “You really want to play this game with me, Brutter?” “What game? If babak freedom no value, babak intel no value. True?” “You know it’s not.” He swirled his mug, considering, then poured himself another double. “You want to bargain? Fine. Answer one question for me, and you’ll have an agent on call at all times — you whistle, they come running. Deal?”

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[dyrewrites]

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Wherein @aziz-reads comes after me, specifically, with these word choices...

I'm tagging @rmgrey-author @illarian-rambling and @writingrosesonneptune

Your words are: Curl, Tap, Fall and Whisper

My words are: Yearn, Few, Tense, and Bounce

Yearn (tw: reference of child trafficking)

She laughed, at him, at me, but Lucient removed his mask and smiled. Wide and sharp he smiled at me before turning on her and, as I left the room, I was treated to the sounds of her screams. Now, I understand that those reading this tale might wish to know just how she died. After all I shared of her you may yearn for all the gory details. And that is a fair want, for who in that situation was the monster; the one renting a child out to horny aristocrats, or the one come to bite out her throat for it? But I didn’t see her death, and so I cannot relay it. Her life, deserving as it was, did not meet with my teeth that night. Her last breath was Lucient’s to take and, while I can say now that all the rest were his too, in the aftermath of those memories...it felt shared. I yearned to see each and every face that tormented him bloodied and screaming. I hungered for the taste of their life, their ragged, choking breaths dying on my tongue.

Few

“You certain, sogno mio?” the words earned another swoon before I could finish, and all my concern for why he was in that tub in the first place melted as I did, “I took so much...you could use a bite back.” “Mm, after,” he leaned forward, as much as the small tub allowed, welcoming the sponge I set on him and sighed at its touch, “we have a few days voyage still and I would test this new heat of yours as often as I am able before we arrive...” And while that definitely appealed, I wondered, “If all we consume is blood, and we can feed from one another—” “We can’t,” he cut, “not for long, or we will grow ill and become stiff as the corpses we are often compared to.”

Tense

So it is I you worry of? No eyes bothered us, none followed our closeness—and he held me so very close—but I noticed theirs. Men and women were partnered and attached to whomever they pleased, giggling loud and proud, there were even groups so closely entwined there could be no guess as to their intentions or relationship. The freedom of it sang to me, in a heady rhythm through the throng of them, and I couldn’t help the smile or the arm I wrapped around my own partner. He gasped at my tighter hold but leaned into it and I hated the cat face he wore for depriving me of his smile. Yes, treasure, he continued, you are in danger so long as we’re here. But we cannot die, I reminded with playful hope of a laugh, or some ease in his tense muscles. I earned a chuckle, tight and short, there are worse things. Just keep close and try not to talk to anyone without me near.

->under the cut is bloody and naughty, you have been warned<-

Bounce

With my gasped plea he swooned, squeezing his legs tighter around me, aiding the drop of his hips. And I met him in it, in the rougher, harder rhythm he took, rising to do it again and again, our moans shared as he offered his neck, “Take it, take me and be mine.” I needed no explanation for what he meant, no guidance, my lips worked without it. My teeth, sharpened then, longer than any man’s should be, sunk so easily into his skin, into the veins beneath. And that salt-sweet blood bubbled through tooth and gum and flooded my mouth, coating my tongue. Salacious the drip of it down my throat, the squirm of it through my veins that I moaned with more than the rhythm of his bounce, more than his nails in my shoulder, I ached and all but screamed into his neck with what filled me. “Yes,” He moaned through my draw of him, through my rougher thrusts into him as I gripped his back and the back of his head, aching to force more of him into me—more of me into him. “That’s it, treasure,” he whispered, voice weak, “take all of me…”

#writeblr #tag games #find the word tag #before deluca #i had two options for bounce and they were both part of sex scenes so...i apologize for nothing

[space-writes]

find the word

tagged by @memento-morri-writes, thank you! my words are bold, bright, beautiful, and blaze!

i’m going into my claws draft for this because it might be marinating but it is still rotting my entire brain. partially under a cut for nsfw elements (implied body-cavity fisting and non-explicit masturbation.)

no-pressure tagging @ceph-the-ghost-writer @artdecosupernova-writing @halfbit and @jmhwritesstuff with the words faint, expanse, beyond, and black.

bold

The meeting drones on for the better part of the next hour, with bold, lovely Imogen McIntyre promising to fight violations of student privacy with every breath in her body. Rainier catches her afterwards; she flushes at his hand on her arm, and he remembers why he picked her for the position. Good for Riess’ progressive reputation, and exceptionally good for his eyes.

bright

Oh, it’s like the sun’s returned to the sky. That voice rolling over him, a waterfall of familiar warmth. Spring reflects in Rainier’s wardrobe—shirtsleeves rolled up, bright glittering rings on six of eight fingers plus a thumb ring that looks like it might be clawed. Vivien crooks a nail under his chin. It’d feel good there, that hook of metal.

beautiful

It sounds better than sex. Feels better than sex. Vivien tugs at his skin, wanting to pull it back more, spill himself into the bed, into Rainier, let loose all that which squirms inside him. These walls he can make thin, these walls he can tear down. This is everything he’s ever wanted, Rainier inside him, really inside him, knowing him, taking him, seeing him for all he is and not just staying but pressing deeper. It’s incredible. It’s beautiful. It’s divine.

And then it starts to hurt.

blaze burn

He sets the mug down. His lips burn. Trying to remember how to breathe, he slowly lowers himself into Rainier’s chair—a real chair, leather, not some unbalanced thing on wheels to hold an office bitch. Vivien sinks into it and leans his head back against the place where Rainier’s head has rested. He grips the arms where Rainier’s hands have sat.

“Can I?” he asks the silence. The silence doesn’t say no.

There’s a weight between his legs, heavy and damp. It’s all the wrong shape, so he closes his eyes and follows desire to a place where it’s right. To a place where Rainier unfastens his belt, unbuttons his jeans, slides a hand into his boxers and feels how devoted he is.

The air tightens around him. He’s inhaling Rainier’s exhales from the day, surrounded by them, drowning in them. Vivien widens his legs, working his fingers deeper. Rainier’s fingers are thicker, longer, prettier—how deep could they get? Deep enough to change him, find some place inside that’s really him, not this wretched shell?

“Having fun?”

claws taglist: @belovedviolence @foxboyclit @coven-archives @mjjune @revenantlore @sarandipitywrites @noblebs @k--havok @asterhaze @verba-writing (ask to be +/-)

#writeblr #tag games #find the word #find the word tag #original fiction #snippets #wip #wip: claws #c: vivien webb #c: rainier mortem #a lovely mix today of rainier being awful and vivien being unhinged #most normal of boys <3 #(yes their 'meet cute' is rainier catching vivien getting off in his office after breaking in)

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tagged by @jezifster to find the word sorry, shock, smoke, and stagger. thank! from The Most Beautiful Puzzle :3

sorry:

You shake your head again and finally manage to choke out, “Please don’t make me leave. I have nowhere else to go. I don’t even know what I did, but whatever it was, I’m sorry.”

shock:

“Get your laptop and phone. And meds and wallet. I’ll get the cats. We have to go.” “What—“ “Now!” It’s the first time you’ve ever heard [Josselin] yell, and you’re so shocked, you can’t to anything but comply.

smoke:

The airbag slams into your chest and smoke pours into the car. Your lungs buckle under the pressure. The smoke burns, you can’t see, you can’t breathe–

stagger

tagging @mikathewriter @frostedlemonwriter @thetruearchmagos @athenswrites @dandelion-jester to find the words run, risk, rain, and red!

#my writing #writeblr #writeblr tag games #find the word tag #amwriting #excerpt #wip #the most beautiful puzzle #sheraton academy #sheraton academy au #josselin clearwater #meara ryanne

[little-peril-stories]

Word Find Tag

Thank you @kaylinalexanderbooks and @sleepywriter00 for the tags! Posts here.

My words: habit, presence, hate, owe | conceptual, burning, tease, dread

Your words: whisper, leave, felt, bridge

I'm going to leave this an open tag today. ✨

From The Prince of Thieves:

Habit

An old habit of hers remains—she pulls with a gentle, light-as-air touch at one of my curls, stretching it and watching it spring back with vigour.

Presence

She is heedless of my presence in her slumber, yet she twitches as if the thud of every metallic footfall reaches her in her dreams.

Hate

I nod, afraid to say a word and ruin this moment, this moment from a nightmare that is sweetened only by the fact that after everything, he has decided not to hate me after all.

Owe

“Just remember this, Miss Cooper: I owe you nothing.”

Burning

“I saw you burning that little note the other night, you know.”

Tease

“Ooh. It can be taught,” Jamie teased, and Will glared at him, pulling off one of his noxious socks and lobbing it across the room.

#word find tag #find the word tag #tag game #lps the prince of thieves #goddddddd i've let so many tags pile up #so have a word find #<3 #open tag #writeblr open tag

[oh-no-another-idea]

Find the word tag

Thank you for the tag @starlit-hopes-and-dreams! <3 I'll find contrast, cheek, choose/chose, and chill from the Invisible Girl...

Contrast:

The voice belonged to a tall man wearing a sharp black fedora hat and suit. In contrast, his skin was milky pale and his eyes a frighteningly light gray. There wasn’t a spot of color anywhere to be found on him.

Cheek:

“You’re a stowaway, aren’t you,” Antonio said, having followed Velia and come to the same conclusion as she.       Fynn stood, the dim lighting casting dark shadows under his cheekbones. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was simply trying to take a nap.” “Oh, I don’t mind,” Antonio was quick to add. “Ms. Greene is a stowaway too and she and I are well on our way to being friends.”

Choose:

“Where does it end?” Lewis demanded, throwing his hands up. “I go home to my tiny drafty flat where I can barely pay the bills, and Fynn supports his whole family and Paris has one too many accidents and loses a finger, and Velia gets trampled to death by a horse—” “It ends with us,” Antonio interrupted, before Velia’s imagined death could get any worse. “It ends where we choose it to.”     

Chill:

On the station platform, it was impossible to believe Velia was still in the city. Fog, thick enough to be masquerading as pea soup, swam and mingled with the steam rolling off the locomotive waiting on the tracks. Nearby lamps blinked feebly, and Velia’s nice maroon jacket wasn’t enough to keep her warm. Or maybe that was just fear chilling her bones.

Open tag for any who see it, and also gentle tags for @sarandipitywrites @enchanted-lightning-aes @lady-grace-pens @on-noon @cherrybombfangirlwrites @wrenofthewords @sleepyowlwrites @lena-rambles and @rhikasa -- your words are talk, bottle, sail, honor, and open 🌈

#tag games #find the word tag #wip: invisible girl #shoutout to her i haven't written invisible girl in weeks 😭 #when will my motivation return from the war?? #(these games help though. a chance to open up the doc again. oh yeah she exists remember her??) #anyways

[writernopal]

Find The Word

I decided to pick up @lavender-laney's open tag here because it had some nice words 💙

Tagging (gently): @tabswrites @theprissythumbelina @squarebracket-trick @lorenfinch @liv-is

Your words will be: ache, mortal, ancient, divine

melancholy

“What happened?” I asked as I took the kerchief Axtapor offered me and knelt beside them.  “It is an old wound…” They groaned, “From time to time, it opens up.” “Please move your hand. We must stop the bleeding.” “Worry not. I will not perish from this.” They put out a hand to stave off mine. “Please let me help you.” I pleaded softly. They fixed several eyes upon me, each quivering with a foreign and weighty melancholy. “Please.” “It is an old wound.” They repeated, dropping their hand away from it. 

moon

Every surface was painstakingly carved with motifs depicting the grandeur of The Holtep Empire. The rising of their divine goddess Kava, spear pointed heavenward, and whose features were sharp enough to cut stone. The triumphs of many storied warriors, among them the familiar one of the Son of the Moon, greatsword victoriously aloft as the moon gave way to the shining sun. And of course, their emblem, that of a three-headed Lizardfolk clutching Oepus in its claws. A reminder that they believed themselves to be kings. Gods even. And each work, robed in rich red and gold paints, lustered with an incomparable fire and life in this western sun.

fragile

They seemed like something out of Alma’s stories about heroes and vanquishable villains. Tall and mighty. Frightening. The way everything in the world looked to a girl like me. What a stupid little thing I’d been. Had I known just how fragile it all was, these doors, the flesh of hurtful men, well, I should have never been afraid. 

stream

She lay against my chest with a quiet sigh as the light from the morning sun streamed across her face and shoulders. It caught against the scars on her back, spidering cracks across this perfect moment. I sighed as the weight of it all settled upon me again. If there was not some measure of good news soon, I might buckle underneath it all. I couldn’t afford that.

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