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Sorry fellas, haven't been feeling enough energy to do these till now

Okay so my line is "Hello, how are you?"

Gonna do Downfall again, but some different characters(still only doing a few cause I have several of these I'm behind on)

--"Hello, how are you?"(no context provided)

Felix: "Why, hi, hello, uh, how are things?"

Elos-12: "Halt. State reasoning for current presence."

The Lord of Desperate Things: "Well before we being this gauntlet of mastery and peasanty, I must ask, how fairs thee, instrument of my master?"

Seth: "Dear child, how is it you have come to suffer such windage?"

Gonna stop there, get on to some other things I'm behind on

If I tag you, your line is: "I'll kill them."

@dyrewrites @shepardsherd @the-end-society @illarian-rambling

Character Voice Tag Game

Thank you for the tags, @illarian-rambling and @mk-writes-stuff!

This will be two of them since they both tagged me in separate posts. Bear with me here :P

First line: "Hey, old friend, long time no see!"

Ember: "Glad to see you're still in one piece."

Bo: "By the gods, it's great to see you again, old friend."

Fen: "Shit, you're alive?"

Kris: "The hell are you doing here?"

Evie: "Oh gods, it's been too long! How are you?"

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Second line: "That's really sweet of you!"

Ember: "I'll be sure to cherish this, thank you."

Bo: "Oh, well, thank you. I wasn't expecting this."

Fen: "... What do you want?"

Kris, blushing furiously: "... Thanks..."

Evie: "Oh, thank you! You're too kind."

No pressure tags: @gamerkats @cowboybrunch @vyuntspakhkite-l-darling @bard-coded @kaylinalexanderbooks and anyone else who wants to join <3

Your line: "It wasn't me, I swear."

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

Tagging with 0 pressure: @aziz-reads @andyswritings @cowboybrunch @blind-the-winds @little-peril-stories @eccaiia @jezifster @mk-writes-stuff @reininginthefirewriting @badluck990 @addicted2coke-theothercoke @i-can-even-burn-salad @sleepywriter00 @finxi-writes @finickyfelix @albatris or anyone else who wants to hop on!

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.

Oh boy, another voice tag, uhh

Yeah I'm not gonna lie, I suck at these. Coming up with how a character talks on the spot doesn't work for me, I do a lot better in scenario and with context

Most my stories are also fantasy so no WiFi lol

Gonna have to go with The Box in that case, he doesn't really talk though cause he's writing his thoughts down. Best I can do.

John: Of course it was to happen now, a failure of modern convivence just as I search desperately for some voice of reason within this world. How normal, how casual, how average, yet undoubtedly devious. As though the universe, worse, the Angels work to prevent a return to sanity. For what purpose? Could the profession and the medical undo a plot stretching back eons, before even our vary universe creation? Impossible to imagine. And yet for some reason they seem to prefer me mad and frothing at the mouth from obsessive pursuit. so much for answers, so much for help, so much for the vast interworking of modern society.

If you get tagged your line is: "Get down from there!"

@dyrewrites @backtoshittyfirstdrafts @mangowords

Thanks for the tag @somethingclevermahogony!

Character Voice Tag

My line is: "Get down from there!"

Your line is: "Oh damn, the wifi stopped working."

(Let's do an antagonist edition, because they deserve some love too)

Vermir: "Why the fuck are you in my ceiling? Are you a rat? Get down, damn it!"

Daedryn: "Uh, excuse me, but could you please step down? It's not safe up there, I don't think."

End: "Get down, flesh of ours. Such behavior does not befit an avatar of the stars."

Undeta: "Get down, you're making a fool of yourself."

I'll tag @hallowedfury @addicted2coke-theothercoke @mk-writes-stuff @pluttskutt and anyone else who'd like to join :)

I don't exactly have that many worked on wips, so a few of these might just be wip ideas(but you'll never know which, mha ha ha )

Tagging: @dyrewrites @shepardsherd (meant to tag a third but can't remember their tag)

Thanks for the tag @mk-writes-stuff, I haven't done this one before!

Out of Context WIP Poll

Rules: post out-of-context summaries of your WIPs and get people to vote on which one they’d most like to read

I only really have 2 wips, so I'll just do one for all the books that have made it to first draft

Yeah, summaries aren't my strong suit, but whatever

I'll tag @somethingclevermahogony @imsoveryveryconfusedatlife @addicted2coke-theothercoke @amandacanwrite and open tag :)

Wasn't included in the no pressure tags but thought I'd hop on for fun regardless. Didn't really see rules anywhere, but I'm pretty sure I just have to share some amount of what I've been writing, probably at least a paragraph

Gonna go with the same "story" from last time

Screw it, lets just post everything I've got so far. Its unedited and its a tad long, so doesn't really need read I suppose

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The central hall of heaven was lined with lockers and doors; though I couldn’t imagine what a corporeal being needed a locker for. I think the white, hinged doors and elongated cubbies have simply always been here. They felt older than the occasional passing angel, the whole infinite architecture did—as old as god, maybe older.

Although the building showed no signs of wear or repair you could feel its age. It reverberated. It vibrated. It teemed with sentience, as though a great cordial beast lined the innards of walls, or as though the place itself was living; the great things warm breath traveling through HVAC.

In fact, the only aesthetical attribute which felt relatively young was a word painted in glamorous gold:

Heaven.

It must be under new management.

The central hall of heaven was lined with lockers and doors; though I couldn’t- I could. I remembered something, here, now, yet I’ve never thought it before. A memory I had never had. The building was already beginning to change my perception. A haze formed; an intoxicating clear smog of the beast's breath. It smelt like a warm broth—it smelt like home.

At the end of the hall and lockers of white there was a split of two pathways. Left led to the infinite maze. It was ever changing, shifting with the low groan of bowing marble. Were the walls and halls a creature, then here laid its tentacles. 

They swayed like a cat's tail in motion, one experiencing joy.

Whatever could have caused this joy I knew not.

I lost myself in there.

The central hall of heaven was lined with lockers and doors, and near the doors were angels. They were tall, and slender, with the hunched back of a broken spine suspended by a thread. They smiled, with a full mouth of shark-like teeth, but there was no violent emotion meant by such an action. In fact, I hardly think they cared about me at all. 

Unexpectedly they were dressed corporately in rather old fashion business suits. The kinds with shoulder pads. The building, alongside its faint and throbbing glow, had a strangely contrasting administrative feeling. Down to the front desk, with its PA system, and a rather tired looking figure. His eyes were sullen. His glistening teeth beginning to dim. Too much work, never stopping, always. 

The angel, without even a glance in my direction, passed along a plain lanyard. Grey, with an emblem of many rare gems, and small letters in rose:

Visitors pass.

My trip was quickly coming to an end, the beast was waking up—I could hear its hunger like a deafening drum.

The central hall of heaven used to be lined with lockers and doors, but I can no longer remember the way; I can’t even remember being there in the first place, but I remember that I must have been. Before me lies only the maze—it's beginning to slow. It feels like it wants me to get through, to reach the middle, or perhaps the end, but whenever I feel the glow of void it bowes again and I am gone.

I’m lost again. I’m lost forever. Perhaps, even frighteningly, I’ve always been lost. I can’t remember leaving the maze, it simply gets too strong and I faint. How could I have left and wound up a visitor card if I never left? How could I have left when this is all there will ever be? You can’t run from an infinite space. For all intents and purposes this is not the beast's tentacles, but its stomach, and it's killing me. 

I’m nearing the exit again, I can feel it. Whenever I near the exit I feel empty and shallow, like I’ve been drained of all fluids and my gut was dumped along the marble floor.

It's going to change again, I’m already beginning to feel it move, it goes slowly at first but picks up speed with ease.

I can’t remember who I am anymore; maybe I never was anyone in the first place, just a guy in a maze.

Central hall of heaven, something, something, something about the central hall of heaven; always at the central hall of heaven, lined, and with two paths at the end. The maze called again as it always did. Echoing emotion down the halls that allured. Lights of the beast flickering mesmerically. They pulsated like the lure of an anglerfish preparing to feed—to shred skin, tear muscle, and crush bone.

I, however, was not the food. The creature was hospitable, and welcoming of the insignificant things that lived within it. It tolerated angels, it tolerated me, but it hungered for something. Whatever could satiate such a beast? I imagined something of equal size and might, but unbound by the imprisonments of stone, freely floating across the aetherium. It would no doubt slumber for centuries to preserve power; perhaps it would even hibernate long enough for something to build upon it.

I must not look at the maze, it is not for me—whatever it is for it is not for me, I must avoid it. The other path led to a grand atrium with chandeliers of blinding light.

Corneas bled, retinas sizzled, veins bursted. My scream vibrated through the walls just as the beast's groans did, perhaps even in tune with them; we were in pain together.

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No pressure taging @dyrewrites and @illarian-rambling

✨Writing Share Tag🪽✨

Thank you for this writing share tag, @fortunatetragedy , and this one @quillswriting ! 💛✨

Here’s another share from Tenshito, where Itazura and his father-figure/bodyguard Yoji talk about a lightning storm that struck Japan (who could’ve caused that, I wonder? 🤔✨),

This part reminds me of @wyked-ao3 ’s new Supernatural/Good Omens fanfic The Storm (which is really good and you should click and check it out ✨).

“So, how’d you find us?”

“Walked.” Yoji looked nonplussed.

“You….walked…?” Shito raised an amused eyebrow. “Did you manage to sleep?”

“No. That’s why I’m in a shitty mood, Ita.” Yoji sighed. “My own car’s fried due to the storm, and I figured you and Ten tried heading back to the dojo.”

“Hah, yeah. Didn’t quite make it there last night….” Shito chuckled.

The bodyguard shrugged. “So, you two managed to escape the city at least….” Yoji looked back down the winding highway towards the big city. “….I’m surprised you got your car to operate at all, considering the freak thunderstorm that occurred.”

“Yeah, hah…” Itazura rubbed the back of his neck and smiled awkwardly. “….That was…..quite a storm, right?”

“….” Yoji squinted his eyes in suspicion. “…..Right.”

Tagging (no pressure) @tildeathiwillwrite , @aalinaaaaaa , @agirlandherquill , @theink-stainedfolk , @yourpenpaldee , @astramachina , @scribble-dee-vee , @corvys-clover , @glasshouses-and-stones , @froggy-pposto , +open tag to whoever wants to join! 💛✨

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