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Last Line Tag!

Hurrah hurrah! Thank you for the tag, @sentfromwolves!

Here's the last line I wrote for Aubie 3. (It's been a few days since I worked on it...)

Adrián wasn't sure he'd ever run so fast in his life.

I will throw the tag back to @sentfromwolves, and also to @astorichan and @k-v-briarwood!

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Unorthodox Ship Dynamics!

Thanks for the tag, @forthesanityofstorytellers! Check out their post here!

Rules: Come up with five unorthodox, overly specific, or niche dynamics for one of your ships. You can do all of them based on the same ship, or pick a different one for each, or somewhere in between.

I'm gonna do five different ships <3 because I'm always so indecisive

city man with so many issues x country girl who should have way more issues than she actually does

trying really hard to be a good ruler x making it arguably easier x making it arguably harder

cool nerd x loser jock

sword and shield frontliner x ranged defense

worst luck on the planet and depression to match x most autistic man in the world x keeper of the braincell, taker of no shit

I'll tag @lesleymoonwriter, @wintherlywords, @akiwitch, and anyone else who wants to join in!

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Find the Word!!

Thank you for tagging me @gaslightwestern!!

dark - Chapter Two of Cursebearer

     When Esther next could see anything other than the unending void, she did so without being able to feel her body. Not even her chest heaved as she tried to breathe, and no peace came from the mimicry of the action.      Esther did not know where she had gone. Wherever it was, it was dark and silent. All the sights, sounds, and smells of the festival had vanished, and the absence left her ears ringing, and that hollowness had once again taken residence in her chest.

memory - Chapter One of Auberon Book Three

Addison was not an overly religious person, but he couldn't help but wonder if he really had been visited by Katamar.      He tried not to think about the dream, either. The hole where his heart once was ached with the memory. Sometimes, it ached looking at Bella, as if his body thought it was the real woman who had stolen his heart, and not a Goddess using her visage.      Bella was not a child, and she was not a Goddess. She was herself — and he didn't want her any other way.

love - Chapter Six of Auberon Book Three

     Lucilio nodded, eyes dark. "I love them deeply, and I know them to love me. But how strange a thing to confess to a daughter you've only known as a newborn? To a girl who has mourned her living father thinking they were dead and gone?"

dream - Chapter Two of Cináed

     "Stop, stop!" Damaris interrupted. "Calm down, both of you. Look, no one's in trouble. I wish you had told me sooner, but I'm just glad you're not hurt."      "Not hurt?" Levente's jaw dropped. "Mom, I have scales growing out of me!"      "Yes, I know," she tried to keep her voice calm. Memories she'd long resigned to dreams were already resurfacing, and in the wake of everything, she wasn't sure how to feel. "It's a long story."

I shall tag @sentfromwolves, @astorichan, @akiwitch, and anyone else who wants in!!

Your words are: body, heart, confess, wake.

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Badly Summarised Wips/MCs Poll Tag!

I've seen this done with both and so I'm. I guess I'm technically doing both lmao. I've seen a few open tags and I love this so I'm jumping in!!

Pick Your Fighter:

princess being plagued by visions of her own death and trying to stop a war

disabled scientist who keeps fucking off into the woods and almost dying

autistic little girl determined to find and solve a mystery. any mystery.

hunter meets one new person and follows them across a mountain. for gay reasons

toddler was just trying to be helpful and now she's got a curse

god's perfect little angel has been lied too and she's gonna eat hearts about it

half-fae child should not exist but does and the world wants her dead for it

demon is welcomed into the found family because religion sucks

local loser gets discovered by The Horrors and becomes their spokesman

journalist just wants to keep her job, accidentally becomes a supervillain.

Deep One Hybrid is the most Normal Guy in this party, turns out

Voting ended onFeb 1, 2024

I'll leave it as an open tag, but also gently poke @localhellraiser, @k-v-briarwood, @saintedseraph, @worldsfromhoney, and @thoughtofhouses!!

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Words Into Potions Intro! Introducing...

~ Auberon Academy: Dark Things ~

Title: Auberon Academy (Book Three) - Dark Things Genre: Fantasy Mystery/Thriller Summary: Ashton and Sutton's quest to find the missing king is coming to a close, but not in the way they expected; Rosamund works with her loved ones to craft a way to finally get a step ahead of their enemies; Addison sets sail for Rasduk in hopes of finding a cure for petrification; and Christie returns from winter break to a terrible betrayal.

The strings of fate binding the four together are drawing closer and closer, as the mastermind is finally revealed and a specter is finally unmasked. The end is drawing near, and it's time to prepare for war.

Here is the tag I use for all Aubie-related things!

Below the cut I have a snippet for you! (From book two, as book three is not yet written!)

     Darkness.       It was oppressive and all-encompassing, making it hard to breathe or think, let alone move. Trapped with a dozen other small bodies, unprepared for the destruction that came with magic. A manifestation that came several years too early, spelling doom for them all.      Behind the fear, there was still a lingering feeling. It was almost indescribable, and had simply been labeled "dark." It was a different darkness than that which surrounded the group, but persistent nonetheless. It had been persistent for some time now, hunting somewhere in the forest at the base of the mountain.      Just as hope was fading and the darkness was on the verge of becoming permanent, there it was — light, bright and welcoming like an old friend. Then came desperate hands and arms, pulling the small, fragile bodies out of the rubble. One by one they tumbled out and went running to their parents, scared that their short lives were nearly ended in an accident.      And then there was the culprit. He was pulled from the rubble by a hand that shone with the light of the suns, yet was cold to the touch. Their body was similarly bright but cold, and a sword hung off their side, the sharp blade hidden in its sheath, away from the curious fingers of children. Despite their cold exterior, they looked at the child with the fondness of a father, of a friend. A handsome, unmarred face, friendly eyes, and dark hair with pale streaks running through it.      They looked like a hero. Something out of a fairytale. Someone who had helped already — and could maybe help more.      He grabbed the cold, shining hand and kept the hero in place. "Please," his voice came out as little more than a whisper, after all the yelling and heavy breathing he'd done in the last however long. "Please, I need your help."      They kneeled, holding his hand gently. "Let's find your parents, yes? You'll be safe with them."      He shook his head. "There's something in the forest."      "Something in the forest?"      "I can feel it. I've been feeling it. It's… I don't know what it is. It's something dark. In the forest, by the mountain."      "Something dark," they repeated, solemn. "Well, let me tell you this, child." They put their free hand on his shoulder, and gave a bright smile, full of teeth. "Not all dark things are bad."      Their words calmed him, despite everything. He was still afraid, but less than he'd been before. He still trembled, but less so.      The hero stood, dusting themself off. "How about this. I'll go check it out now. Just to make sure it's nothing dangerous. Alright?"      He nodded. "I can take you there," he offered. "I can feel it, I can follow it."      They shook their head, looking to the treeline. "No, you need to go home and rest up. You've had a tough day, but you've done a good job and have been very brave. I'll stop by once I've found out what it was. Alright?"      Looking up at them, he believed they could do anything in the world.      "Alright."

This is the prologue of book two, but it's where the phrase "dark things" starts in the series, so I thought it'd be a good excerpt!

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Heads Up 7 Up!

Thank you for the tag, @akiwitch!

I've been having a very slow couple of writing months, but the last few days have been better!

     "Sorry to bother," Rhett said again, "but a friend of ours came in here. Have you seen an older man with dreadlocks and a flashy shirt?"      "He's human," Bella added.      "I think I passed him in the hall a minute ago," she smiled. "We don't often get humans around here. What brings you in? I may be able to help you."      "Well, uh," Rhett scratched at his face. "What is this place, exactly?"

I shall tag @forthesanityofstorytellers, @sentfromwolves, @lynsterswritingblog, @lesleymoonwriter, @ryns-ramblings, @morriguwrites, @365runesoftheamalgamations, and anyone else who wants to join!

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Two Truths and a Lie Tag!

Thank you for the tag @kaylinalexanderbooks!! (You tagged my main, warriorblood1, so I'm doing it here lmao)

Rules: Post a 24 hour poll featuring two truths and one lie about your OC!

Which is the lie about Rosamund?

She's the older twin (Bella is younger).

Before manifesting her magic, her favorite color was orange.

Her favorite aunt/uncle is Zion.

Voting ended onMar 17, 2024

I shall tag @sentfromwolves, @thoughtofhouses, @scribe-scott, and @saphoblin!! (And anyone else who wants in!!)

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Find the Word!

Yay another one!!!! Thank you @veneritia!!

hand

     After a long silence, Bella began to retract her hand, nerves visible on her face. "I'm sorry, is this not the right greeting? That's how I remember it…"      Snapping out of his thoughts, Addison jumped to grab her hand with both of his and shook it eagerly. "No, no, that's correct. I'm sorry, I'm just… I never expected to find you here. To find you at all!" He laughed, joyous, as Bella looked on, confused but smiling.

window

     Adam fell through the dim winter sunlight coming in from the large windows of the third floor. He reached for Maurelle, for anything, as he fell through the air. A hundred students watched his descent. A hundred students heard his scream. A hundred students saw him hit the stairs. They did not hear the sickening crack of his skull opening like an egg on the steps, but they all heard the deafening silence that followed. Nobody breathed; least of all Investigator Adam Hale.

turn

     "We can't go knocking on walls," Willow said, luckily stopping Spencer from doing just that. "Teachers will come out and yell at us."      "Unless we can turn invisible?" Spencer suggested, giving a hopeful look to Maurelle and Christie.      Maurelle shook her head, and Christie looked away, reaching for the pendant of her necklace. "That's a harder spell," Maurelle explained. "If we wanted to move around, we'd need to link it to an object. Times four for all of us, or we'd have to all link arms…"      "Dang," Spencer pouted. "And here I thought having a bunch of mages around might pay off."

sea

     "I put most of it in here," Ignacio patted a large box. "Didn't know what else to do with it. Tried to sell it, but no one would buy, 'cause no one knew what it was! Just sea junk, they said. Bah! I know sea junk, and this ain't that."

I shall tag @sentfromwolves, @k-v-briarwood, @sunset-a-story, @worldsfromhoney, and anyone else who wants! (And you are more than welcome to tag me back!)

Your words are greeting, scream, pendant, and junk!