Main character as a shrimp
Ballpoint pen
Other Concepts I didn't like:

seen from Sweden
seen from Poland
seen from Romania
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Germany
seen from Russia

seen from United States

seen from Australia
seen from China
seen from France
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Italy
seen from Malaysia
seen from Türkiye

seen from Armenia
seen from Argentina
seen from Russia

seen from Malaysia
Main character as a shrimp
Ballpoint pen
Other Concepts I didn't like:
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I was tagged by @oliverferrie (go read his stuff !!) Gonna be using 'Alex's adventures in Wanderwen' for this one; a lil novella that's part of Puppet Club (a 1920s steampunk fantasy series I have in the works).
My words are: panic, defence, trust, and comforting
Only 5 uses of panic (surprisingly!):
They continued the rest of the journey in silence. Silence that was comfortable for Alex, but certainly not comfortable for Vincent. He still continued his nervous checks towards where Alex was sitting and would even sometimes occasionally whistle. Nonsense tunes. Little noticeable jingles from adverts and brands. Whatever was stuck in his head at the moment. It seemed like his internal playlist was on shuffle as he kept getting a new one on loop in there every few minutes. Alex didn't speak, but they enjoyed his panicked attempts to fill the void. They pursed their lips at times, compelled to join in with tunes they recognised; then they remembered they couldn't whistle, and quickly bit down on their lip to stop themself before they did something embarrassing.
Only 1 defence:
They repeated it over and over, under their tongue, slurred violent speech. The force as they limply shook Tommy made the loose bits and bobs in their pockets jangle, and the gun tucked into their suspenders glint. Tommy noticed it. He inhaled sharply. Wrapped in a sweet green ribbon, their revolver. A gift for self defence. The very gift that got them expelled. Hugo noticed it too and frantically pulled Alex off of Tommy; firm hands squeezing so tightly Alex felt like their bones could pop. Tommy slid down the wall.
3 instances of trust:
There was a sickly sense of pleading in his tone; he dropped his arms slightly, extending hands into a slight-shrug, an earnest pose of desperation. Underlining his words, his stance breathed ‘you know me, you trusted me, you still can trust me’.
I used comforting 4 times and comfort 16 times pahaha. That's more like it. Poor Alex. Funnily enough, two of the comforts are used in the excerpt I picked for 'panic' lol.
Alex awoke with a jolt. They’d fallen off the settee in Vincent’s office. They stayed wrapped in the blankets he'd given them and, although the remnants of the dream still choked them, that comfort grounded them.
Anyone who wants to read this its up for free on my toyhouse page ! <3 But be sure to read the warnings as it gets quite heavy.
Tagging @ekhoartworks ; if you wish to join in your words are fight, love, growl and overwhelm !
Sandwiched between DH and GiDi, TO tried very hard to keep their mind from drifting to awkward thoughts. They had missed this closeness with their friends, (...)
Oh... Hello Commander
It was difficult to focus. TO was sure they were conscious, but they couldn’t seem to focus on anything save for the pain all over their body. They were (...)
I hope TO is ok!
Four synths soared along the edge of the tower that reached up towards the deep, starless night sky. They kept close to the tower, staying out of sight (...)
Come on TO, you got this! Show them that you’re ballar.
https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/31367/synth/chapter/516296/episode-43-curiousity
It’s still hot, and i hate it. Still, more Synth
*Dies*
Once the slow work of caring for all the embryos was completed, PQ12 led TO further to the back of the room and showed them to a smaller lab
“You know, I’m not actually hungry.” DH said, stopping in the middle of the hallway as they approached the Cafeteria, “You two go on without me.” TO and (...)
So many space bats worried about so many things :(
“Today is the last day of your first period of combat training.” C12 said as the synths all stood at attention before them. C12 normally started training (...)
heads up: my real world obligations are picking up, I'm dropping down to two a week. This will allow for better editing, Thanks for understanding!