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Alrighty, one down, three to go, not sure if I'll be able to do this one very well but we'll see

My words are: familiar, equal, pierce, door

Actually might not be too hard to get a few of those

From one of my attempts at writing The Box:

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The box was inside, I could feel it. Somehow we were linked like twisted soul mates. Even now when awake I feel as though, were it possible, I could dissect and lobotomize my brain in pursuit of its engram. Would there be a little box inside the gooey mess of my unviewed memories turned tangible constructs? Just as there is a box in here, somewhere within the espance of the dream world.

When at last my nonphysical body made its way up the porch, once again barely avoiding the pointed up nail, I believe I grasped the handle as if to turn the DOOR inward, only to instantly find myself inside. Or was I never outside at all? In this vacuous housing of white the world I had remembered but now could find little truth in began to fade. I had felt, and still feel for some reason, as though I had always just been standing here. Frozen in place,  starting at the snaking purple before me, which branched in this modern architecture like a great beast, the hydra's many heads. All memory of before seemed questionable, and it was unbacked by visible observation as out the DOORs peephole I found only the grand final escape of harsh yellow sky.

I did not have long. Did I? Perhaps I had an eternity in there. The alchemisticly project experience of eternity subjecting me to wander the labyrinth of white and purple until even a body unconstrained by mortal tiredness began to feel exhausted by the constant marching towards. Towards what? Towards the box I suppose.

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Closest I could find for "pierce" was "cut", used one of my attempts at writing Downfall:

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Just as he tried to warn Cullen they hit it, their ship lurching up with a great cracking noise like snapped bone. The wood creaked and bawled in unison with the wind,  hollering with pain. As it split down the middle Sam And Cullen scrambled for anything they could use as a raft, abandoning ship was the only option.

For hours they drifted, shivering as their clothing was soaked and cold.

"Cullen," Sam said at last, hesitantly breaking the silence, "are you okay?"

Cullen was in no way okay, beyond what already afflicted himself and Sam, maintaining the ship had left him bruised, CUT, and in all sorts of pain. But he wasn't going to talk about it.

"Doesn't matter, you doing alright?"

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Really couldn't find a usage of "equal", and the times I found "same" used didn't really fit either. but I forgot I wrote this ages ago and I found it funny so I went with an attempt at The Assassin of Norm:

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“Run of the mill!” He questioned angrily for what must have been the fifth time now. “I am the great crimson plague of Ducere! How could you tell that man that, Theo?”

“Well to be fair,” I replied exasperated as I’m pretty sure I’ve already explained this part. “I didn't know at the time that you were some ‘great crimson plague of Ducere’, now did I?”

“Well you should have tried to stand up for me? What of my honor?”

“Your honor? What honor?” Elif jumped in for the first time in this exhausting conversation, up till now, they had only ever nodded along to the points we had made looking very confused. Us all being in here together, despite it not being long, sometimes I forget that Elif is only fourteen.

“My honor-” Sir Aaron said now as exasperated as me, turning to explain this as though everyone should understand it. “-in being the greatest arsonist in the last fifty years, plaguing south Ducere while at the SAME time on the hunt for myself.”

“And you’re proud of this?” She asked.

“Yesss! Theo, next time you get the chance, be sure to defend me next time. Okay?”

“Yeah sure, next time they ask I’ll tell them all about how daring and dangerous you are. And then they can come and arrest you for rebelling against the emperor. Happy?” I snapped more than annoyed.

“Rebelling against the emperor? But I’m not rebelling against the emperor, I'm just an arsonist. You’re the one who is rebelling against the emperor.”

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Once again can't find the exact word, just gonna use "friendly" and AoN to get this one over with so I can finish the rest:

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Inside, Jorgans Golden Elixir had quite a simple and quaint interior, it reminded me of home with its simple rickety doors and limited lighting. The entire Tavern was bathed in a cool dim light, and was almost devoid of life with only a couple scraggly teens pretending to be adults and a big brute in the corner.

Not giving any of them a second though I walked up to a short fat guy with an oblong face who manned the bar.

“Good Dey,” I called out to him cheerfully. Putting on my best business-like yet FRIENDLY smile “Might I trouble you for a drink? I’m so terribly parched after my journey.”

The man, a bit put off by my peculiar approach, gathered himself before getting straight to my request. “That’ll be no trouble sir, can fetch you a bottle of brandy or ale, or would you like to try our famous Golden Elixir? Finest wine in all Ducere, south to north.” The man had said this last part with much pride in his voice and eyes.

“Those are all tempting offers but I’m afraid I’m here on business so it will be only water for today.

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Okay, if you get tagged the words you're looking for are: death, fist, bird, time

Okay if you can't find them, this is actually really hard imo

@dyrewrites @shepardsherd @emberlyric @backtoshittyfirstdrafts

Find the word

Thanks @mysticstarlightduck for the tag!

My words: loyal, haste, frost, glory

Your words: familiar, equal, pierce, door

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TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @fairy-tales-of-yesterday y'all want to do this? Go ahead

Keep reading for:

Noelle's research part two (part one was here)

Jack, Jill, and Beau climb a beanstalk

TWO SOTL passages???? Anyways Jack is having a good time

Shapeshifting chitchat

(Dis)loyal - from The Secret Portal Part Two (article Noelle reads)

When I first joined the Aequales, I fully believed in the ideals that were preached. Now, I am unsure of what to do. It is true, the Aequales wants to bring peace to our world. The Aequales wants Inutilia to have the same rights as other Alii. As a fader, I still believe that Inutilia should not be treated the way they have in the past. I believe that Raissa Kamanzi’s methods are flawed. But Atsila McLain is not who we’ve been looking for. I had nothing but respect for the woman when I first joined. But as the years have gone on, I have found her to be insufferable. She’s demanding, harsh, zealoted, and disloyal to those around her. She doesn’t even seem to care much for her family, only obsessed with the end goals in mind. The ends do not always justify the means, and I am starting to believe she is no better than Raissa Kamanzi. It seems that even though Atsila does not appear to be lying about the rights of Inutilia, it is awfully convenient that her best friend is Inutil. Due to her being in high political standing in her neighborhood, having a high socioeconomic status, her connections to both the Sector 8 and 9 governments, and umbrakinesis, it is no wonder she is able to persuade the masses to her side. The Aequales does have many Inutilia members, some of them ex-Refuga, but there are a disproportionate amount of powered individuals, many of them using the Aequales’ guise of morality as an excuse to be bigoted to Aequalis Inutilia. Does Atsila kick out these bigots for not holding her ideals? No. She uses the advantage. She uses their pull to gain more and more followers. More and more people away from Raissa Kamanzi. I admit, it’s a brilliant strategy. But I cannot stand for a person who turns a blind eye to the very thing she’s supposedly fighting against just because the ends will justify the means.

Loyalty is a strong theme in TSP why do I never use it lol

Haste - from School of the Legends Year One

Outside, Jack, Jill, and Beau stood around the giant beanstalk, all armed with helmets, rope, and sickels around their waists, just in case one of them fell and had to dig into the side of the stalk in a haste. They tied the rope around each of their waists--Beau leading the way and Jack taking up the rear. “Alright,” said Beau, digging his foot into the side of the beanstalk and grabbing onto loose tendrils sticking out of it. “Let’s do this.” He began to climb up the side of the beanstalk. After he was high enough, Jill followed him. Jack looked up the beanstalk again. He couldn’t see the top, and today it was very cloudy--it may have been above the clouds. That wasn't a good sign. There was no way they’d reach the top, but surely Jill and Beau knew that. They were just having a bit of fun. And Jack was going to have fun, too. Once it was his turn, he followed his sister up the side of the giant beanstalk. The beanstalk was a lot easier to climb than Jack initially thought. It was about as thick as a tree trunk and had many layers of intertwined, well, stalks. Jack did slip a few times, but so did Beau and Jill. Maybe they were all average climbers. After what seemed like hours, Jack was beginning to get tired. How much longer until they were at the top? Jack strengthened his grip before he dared to tilt his head up. When he saw it was still forever, he felt weakened. Maybe if I looked down I could see how far we’ve come. Nope. That was a rubbish idea. “Beau!” Jack called upward. “Yes?” Beau yelled back. “Is there any way we could possibly speed this up?” “Yeah!” said Jill. “It’s starting to get a little less fun than expected.” “Okay,” said Beau. “Just give me a second.” Jack tilted his head back to look at Beau, who appeared to be concentrating. A tickling sensation on his chest caused Jack to jump. Parts of the beanstalk were wrapping around his torso, tight enough to be firm, and yet loose enough to allow him to breathe. “Hold on!” Beau said. Jack looked back up just in time to see his cousin thrust his hand groundward, and the three of them were shot toward the sky. A scream seemed to escape Jack’s lips, but he didn’t hear any sound. He struggled to keep his eyes open against the speed. He couldn’t find any way to speak, so silently willed Beau to stop, or at least slowdown. After a moment or so, it appeared to have worked. Well, it didn’t--Beau just stopped.

Not the most exciting passage imo but it was my only use of the word

Frost - from School of the Legends Year One

Jack stood with his feet just over shoulder-width apart, his left foot slightly behind his right. He focused his eyes on the wheelbarrow a few yards ahead. He pulled his left arm back and shot it forward. A stream of ice leapt out of his palm, striking the tire of the wheelbarrow. Jack laughed, spinning around. “Didja see that?!” “Sure did,” Jill said, grinning broadly. “You’re getting better at that.” Jack was sure his face was gonna split--that’s how hard he was smiling. He bounced on the balls of his feet to look back at the frozen wheel. Sure, he was aiming for the bed of the wheelbarrow, but honestly, who cared? Certainly not Jack. It had been a few weeks since their adventure up the beanstalk, and ever since the surprise letter, Jack had been trying out these ice powers he’d apparently possessed his whole life--that was something Jack still thought came out of the blue, although in the time that had past, it was starting to become more natural. His aim, still, was not terrible, not great, just average--so Jack was still Jack. “Thanks,” Jack said, responding to his sister. “Aw, this is wicked, ain’t it?” “You bet it is!” Jill said, crossing over to kneel beside the wheelbarrow. “You shot this out of your hand! I couldn’t even do that if I tried!” “Have you tried?” Jill pursed her lips. She stood again and backed up until she was next to Jack. She mimicked his earlier thrust of the palm. “Yeah, I tried.” “It’s still a little weird that I can do it,” Jack admitted. “Why? Because it’s above-average?” “Well, yeah, actually.” “Come on, Jack!” Jill said. “Stop being such a puss and enjoy this!” “Oh, I’m enjoying this alright,” Jack said, smiling again at the wheel. “It just feels… weird? Off-book? Out-of-character?” “Hey, if you want to feel more like your ‘old self,’ that appears to be an average amount of frost on that wheel.” Jack tilted his head slightly. “Yeah, you’re bang on with that.” Jill laughed, giving him a playful push on the shoulder.

Glory Importance (literally the closest synonym and it was only said once) - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Maddie POV)

“So, what does Liam have planned for you today?” she asked. “I dunno,” I said, shrugging. “We basically go over what each animal can do, and the importance of each one in a given situation. I assume more of that?” “Is that all y’all do?” I shrugged. “Pretty much. I mean, we focus on some combat.” “What does Liam turn into?” “I dunno, wood, diamonds, bricks. Water, sometimes.” “Which one of you is more powerful?” “I think technically he is,” I said. The doors slid open to an empty dining hall and we stepped in. I went to the replicator, ordered a granola bar, and then turned back into the elevator. “What Level are y’all again?” Kelsey asked as we stepped in. “Training room.” “I’m a Level-2, he’s Level-3,” I said. “So he is?” “I mean, shapeshifting is weird. The Levels aren’t related to each other.” “What are they?” “Uh, people, animals, textures,” I said. “One Level does all living things, and the highest Level can shift into anything. They’re called omnimorphs.” Kelsey let out a whistle. “Imagine being an omnimorph.” She cocked her head. “Could an omnimorph replicate the internal structure of an Alii?” I thought about it for a second. “Like, replicate their powers?” I shrugged. “Maybe. Do you think Hye-Jin is some level of omnimorph?” “I dunno,” Kelsey said as the doors slid open. “She could. It may not even be related.” “Either way,” I said as the two of us stepped into the training room, “omnimorphs are pretty rare. There hasn’t been a recorded one in a century.”

Levels are up to chance I'm figuring it out. Think Maddie is more powerful but unsure.

Word Find Tag!

Thanks for the tag, @writingrosesonneptune (here)!

My words were: Glass, Teeth, Red, and Sky

I'll go with Song of Thorns and Supernova Initiative for this one!

Glass (Supernova Initiative)

The strange liquid swirled within the glass syringe with a menacing silver glow. Jack frowned. "What the hell is that?"

"Oh, this little thing? An advanced tracking system of my own creation. To ensure you and your crew complete your mission properly so that you can't slip between my fingers again - all of you will get one of these" The Director gestured to his assistant, who picked up the syringe and moved to stand beside Jack, who glared daggers "Injected into your bloodstream."

Teeth (Song of Thorns)

The sound of gnashing teeth echoed throughout the cavern, the creature's thundering footsteps somewhere above causing pieces of gravel to plummet from the rocky ceiling. Roselyn swallowed a whimper holding onto Renn's hand as they turned to the strange Lantern Keeper. "Okay, how do we get out of here?"

The other girl cocked her head to the side, gesturing somewhere further into the mountains. "It'll be fine, I know a way, but we'll have to be quick and very quiet. C'mon." She started to walk but stopped in her tracks holding out a hand as if expecting a handshake. "Name's Cyriel by the way. Though I think your vampiric friend here knew that."

Red (Song of Thorns)

As, giant mahogany doors of the castle hall swung open, a clacking of boots on the stone floor echoed fiercely. His guest had arrived. The king placed the gold-trimmed goblet on the table, carelessly, a drop of deep red wine staining the precious cloth upon it. He smirked. "Ah, yes, the famed Ghoulsbane. I see you found your way to my palace promptly. Good. I hope you enjoy your accommodations."

The young man shook his head, absentmindedly running a hand across his crossbow, studying the metal gears. "I won't be staying. You said you had a job for me?" Despite addressing the head of state, he doesn't bother with any honorifics.

This causes a hushed murmur to echo amidst the royalty scattered across the hall, until the the King leans forward on the table, silencing his peers with a single gesture of his hand. He didn't look away from the hunter as he spoke once more, his voice venomous as a serpent's tongue. "Yes, I do. Hunting down a certain thief of dhampir blood - one Renn Atrius of a rather considerable disrepute. I'll pay you accordingly, as your talents in dealing with such beasts speak for themselves. I assume you'll make short work of this... nuisance."

"Consider it done," Elveryn answered with a curt nod, twirling a silver arrow between his fingers, before nocking it to the crossbow.

King Larkin smirks, sitting back down on his gilded chair, the chalice of wine upon his hand once more. "Excellent answer, lad."

Sky (Supernova Initiative)

In her room on the spaceship, Cassie lay splayed out on the floor like a small starfish, a fluffy blanket between her and the cold metal of the room as she looked up at the murky, almost starless sky above. It was oddly familiar, the sight, reminiscent of the grimy moons they once called home a few years ago - and not in a comforting way.

The room's door opened with an almost hermetic whoosh of air, and she didn't need to look to recognize the familiar footsteps that followed. "Something on your mind?" Jack asked, sitting down on the floor beside her, leaning against the wall, and handing her a vanilla smoothie.

Cassie shrugs, taking the smoothie in one hand while battling with a stubborn strand of her own hair that insisted on falling into her eyes. "Eh, not really. Just thinking - this place stirs up memories, don't it?"

"I find it's best not to dwell on it." Jack agrees, gently pushing her hair away from her face. He smiles "But really, we'll be outta here soon enough. Artemis says he knows someone that'll fish the ship in no time."

"I hope he knows what he's doing this time" Cassiopeia chuckles.

"He always does - I think. In a weird, gremlin way, he kinda always has a backup plan for most scenarios."

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@the-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

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!

Find the word game

Thank you @jay-avian for the tag you lovely human. These are a disjointed mess but the words are in there I swear.

Yes, that was the problem. Lex was right. And she hated him for it, for looking at her and the blood she left behind and somehow knowing that she had liked the silence of it, the thrill, the heart pounding act of destroying something. A building. A body. A life. But mostly, she hated herself. What messed up person enjoyed the thrill of murdering someone, and then going home to make blueprints for weapons so devastating they could destroy half a city?

They found her three hours later, leaning against a wall in some random corridor she had decided was quiet enough, faces grim as they pulled out restraints.

Rain smiled and offered up her wrists. “That took you less time than I thought it would. You must be getting faster at this.” One of the cops gave her a disgusted look, and she winked. “I really am an upstanding citizen then, pushing the police force to better themselves. Really, I should be commended-”

They took one last step forward, and the door to the warehouse slammed shut with a final, rattling thump.

“They’re going to die,” Melody whispered, and Jules didn’t disagree with her.

A second later, the screaming started. The camera was abandoned on the ground.

Minutes later, two faces appeared in front of the camera, torches materializing in their hands. They wore skull masks—one with the horns of a bull bending over their face, the other with a blank white oval painted with the claws and pincer of a scorpion.

There was a grim air to them as the light flickered over the shadows of their masks. There was blood speckled all over them.

“They want me to come back,” she said after a moment. “It’s an offer.”

Waters looked at the wounds deep and violently etched into the skin, deep trailing symbols covered in barely drying blood. Around them, the grass was splotched with blood in a massive pentagram, a star with seven sides. At the very top, dug into the grass so erratically there were clods of dirt flung everywhere, was the word ‘Mercy.’

Jules walked to it to get a better view, taking care not to step in the blood. Melody glanced down at the faceless body and stood to follow her.

When Lucy finally stopped tasting the sickening mixture of salt and iron on her tongue, Elira told the crew to wait half a mark more before swarming to the surface. When they did, they found sunshine dappling the planks of the hull, a slight breeze brushing against any bare skin.

Tag you’re it!! @imaginativemind29new @clairelsonao3

I’m too lazy to tag more people so it’s open season for anyone who wants to hunt for words!

(I’m proud of that pun)

Word Tag

I’ve been tagged again, oh the horror (I kid) by the lovely @imaginativemind29new with the words Fire, Light, Book, and Chance. You keep picking words I do not have and I have realized I use the words lightly and slightly far too often.

Tagging with mild pressure, @imaginativemind29new @clairelsonao3 @jay-avian

Fire, Aletheia POV

“I curse you,” she called, voice raw. “I curse you with my bloodline, I curse you with my magic. I curse you with my heart.”

Her power rattled inside her with the rage of a thousand-pound waterfall, an earth slide, a roaring fire, a tornado.

She glared into him as if she could see his soul, see what made him twisted enough to pit her against her cousin.

“I curse you with everything I am.”

She let her power go, and it rocketed into the arena with a thunderclap so loud her ears rung—above, Clarke had the decency to look unnerved.

Around them, the walls of the arena began to crumble, and the crowd began to scream.

Light, Melody POV (and oh boy, does she have secrets)

Shit,” she cursed, and she fumbled her way out of the bathroom and into the hall. She made it to the kitchen with a fresh blooming bruise on her leg and an aching side and slammed into the countertop. Her fingers scrabbled through the door, the smallest amount of light coming in from the streetlight, until she found the drawer she remembered had the flashlight.

It clicked on, illuminating the empty kitchen in front of her like a beacon. She reached for her phone to check the signal and found it dead.

She cursed again. Jules was going to be pissed.

She headed for the garage, feet quiet on the ice cold wooden floors, and creaked open the door. There, on the wall, was the breaker box.

Her breath clouded in front of her as she stepped down onto the concrete, and she hurried to the breaker, wishing she had put on shoes.

When she pulled it open, she found a mess of wires and switches, unlabeled.

All of them off.

“Well fuck,” she said into the empty garage. “Time to get some work done.”

Chance, Briar POV (new character? No. Another WIP I forgot I had. I’m a horrible mother)

“Chelsea—”

“Shut up,” she hissed, shivering against Briar’s side. Her skin was uncomfortably cold. “Shut up, shut up, shut up. Please.”

Briar bit her tongue, and Chelsea shifted to press her lips to Briar’s ear.

“This world and its occupants are not made for us— we are a rare commodity. If we are found, they will take us, and we will never be allowed near another mirror again. They will never let us have any chance of freedom. And we will suffer, until we die.”

Gooseflesh sprung to life on Briar’s arms.

A sound that’s otherworldly and terrifying rattled through the walls, somewhere between a scream and a roar, and her very soul stilled.

Chelsea isn’t joking.

Book, Melody POV (because this is the ONLY time I have typed book ever in my life apparently)

Bromwell read her face like a book, then closed his notepad.

He nodded to the agent above her.

“You can take her wherever Waters wants her to go. I think this was a decent first session.”

She let the agent guide her to her feet, hands gentle around her stitches in a way she had never had someone be, as her mind played the same question over and over in her head on repeat.

Have you ever wanted to hurt someone?

No.

Her mind purred with animosity.

Liar liar, it whispered. Such a liar.

Well how about that folks? I want to write but am so utterly enthralled with my own story ideas (and so utterly incapable of doing them Justice) that I cannot decide which one to work on. The options are: Serial killer story, pirate and siren story, dystopia rain story, superhero story, and mirrored fae world story. Comment your pick please I beg.