#ctrl+f game

[basedonconjecture]

Ctrl + F Game

The game where you're given words to find in your WIP(s) and share the lines with them. I was tagged by @mythals-whore & @thedissonantverses for: scowl, sweet, echo, flame, hike, and blade.

"Even if they managed to put the Butcher to rout and end the occupation, how to keep it from happening again? How to close the gaps that had allowed it to happen in the first place? He’d seen it in Teia’s eyes, in Viago’s scowl: they didn’t know the answer any better than he did."

"'Sweet of you to care, Rook,' he said, voice pitched low. The purr-like quality to the way he rolled the r’s raised the tiny hairs at the back of her neck not unlike the way a snake’s hiss used to do."

"Tugging at the buckles of her armor, she started toward the second staircase just as heard the door to the library close firmly, the effect of the lonely echo it produced in the otherwise empty keep akin to being kicked in the chest."

"Just behind Viago like a shadow. Eyes hard and bright as veilfire—fearsome—they scanned the room in a slow careful sweep before they caught his. Held. For a beat, her expression remained stoic. Then, like a draft over a candle flame, the light in her gaze flickered. Her brows rose a fraction. A question. The vice loosened and he drew in his first full breath in several minutes."

"While hiking in the Anderfels was the last thing she’d ever thought she’d be doing, it wasn’t entirely awful. All those months on the road with Varric and Harding had put her through her paces with regards to how much nature she could endure."

"He almost envied her such a feeling of security but, then, he couldn’t imagine there were many who wished to meet the working ends of the Seventh Talon’s blades."

Tagging: @introvertedfangrl, @propenseverbosity, @mercars-musings, @operative-arrow, @muqington if you want to play! your words are: aroma, rain, and night

[propenseverbosity]

Ctrl + F Game

The game where you're given words to find in your WIP(s) and share the lines with them. I was tagged by @basedonconjecture for aroma, rain, and night.

"Lucanis shook the fog from his head, allowing the warm, rich aroma of the beans to wake him up once again. He could still hear them whispering behind him, even at a distance."

"Unsurprisingly, the team was exhausted after returning from the wetlands. Hours of rain, mud, and Blight did a number on their moods, as well as Lucanis’s best pair of boots."

"During the day, the garden was usually filled with the chatter of Inquisition members and visiting dignitaries. At night, the only sounds to be heard were the wind whistling through the trees, and the distant clang of armor from the soldiers doing their nightly rounds. Aramil sometimes liked to make a game out of trying to spot Leliana’s spies up in the ramparts. Some of them even waved back, instead of saluting.

Tagging: @himluv @themontess @phillypumpkin @ceremorph0sis (Only if you want to!)

Your words are: Light, Convince, Water, and Attack

[tentacleplains]

hey did you guys know there's bodywriting your pc can only write on themself at high trauma

[himluv]

ctrl + F game

I was tagged by @propenseverbosity so thanks for that! These are all from my current wip, Yours to Tame (crave your taste), so buckle up friends!

The way the lantern at the center of table glowed against her skin, the moonlight on the water reflected onto her blight-stained cheeks… Illario didn’t think she was hard to look at. Not at all. 

They kissed, soft and sweet and reassuring. And when she pulled back from him, he gazed upon her face with unabashed awe. Even in the undulating blue light that still reminded him a little too much of the Ossuary, she was perfect

“You were like brothers, once,” she said.  And they had been, before Illario let his jealousy and ambition convince him otherwise. Before he’d allowed the worst parts of himself to grow and twist him into a person he hardly recognized. 

“Oh,” she said. Her voice was soft with understanding. He wasn’t surprised. He and Lucanis both only ever mentioned their boyhood when they meant a time before Velardo’s attack. When they meant before their lives had changed forever. 

As for tags.... this is a fun one I haven't seen go around much yet, so... @vorchagirl @karinamay @skullypettibone and @thedissonantverses

your words are: thunder, steel, and cradle.

[mythals-whore]

WIP Ctrl + F Game

Thank you @sugar-peanut-cat for the tag!

this is how I found out that the Ctrl F function sucks on Ellipsus

The rules are: you're given a few words and you ctrl + F on your doc and post a sentence/excerpt for every word!

My words are cold, next and blink!

I don't have all that much from HD that is prewritten, so all excerpts are from...something else.

The sound he made may have been a laugh, but it isn’t like any other Lyria has ever heard. It’s cold and dark and sends a chill skittering down her spine.  Over the next several days, the Commander makes appearances at training. While it’s not altogether unusual he, at least, is vividly aware of the reason he’s doing it. And then he stops going at all, finding it maddening that he can’t seem to make a decision without her at the forefront of it. Lyria blinks herself from thoughts of Tevinter mages and red lyrium to find Cullen reverently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, his eyes roaming her face hungrily. And she’s considering letting the world burn. The look in his eye says he is, too.

anyway...I am tagging @basedonconjecture @bubblecat-co @thedissonantverses @serstolas & @serensama

Your words are scowl, sweet, and echo if you feel like playing (:

[epersonae]

For the WIP guessing game!!! "bite"

weirdly, my vianton draft does not (yet) have this word, but have this instead:

“Tomorrow,” she repeats, before taking the last bite.

[fanfic wip guessing game]

[plusultraetc]

Is there anything quite like rediscovering an old wip while searching for a different old wip and getting so mad that SOMEONE didn't write more of it >:(

[aintgonnatakethis]

Find the word tag

Thanks for the tag, @annwayne! 😄 My words are capture, sky, abandon, and sound.

Tagging: @fortunatetragedy @wolgerrswraith @sentfromwolves @etoilesombre @the-golden-comet to find the words option, confine, drain, and attack in your WIPs!

Capture - i am a prisoner just like you 2x04 Pathogen (SGU - Vampire AU)

He backed off quickly. Too quickly as it turned out, his weakened state making him dizzy enough to overbalance, glad for a moment there wasn't actually anyone else here  to see him fall on his ass. There was a chittering from the assembled aliens, but it didn't sound as if they were laughing at him. In fact, one of them stepped forwards and crouched, just like Scott had done to offer the one they'd captured food. Telford couldn't tell if the alien in front of him was the same one - they all looked the same to him. It reached out a hand, feather-floating slow, long spindly fingers extending forwards, though it stopped short of touching him. Feeling as if he was in E.T. - or possibly some fancy religious painting - Telford mirrored the movement. His first impression was that the alien's skin was quite brittle - easy to snap, his mind supplied. His second was an image of himself overlaid in his vision, looking weak and shaky and out of it and he snatched his hand back, berating himself viciously. He'd already decided they communicated telepathically. What the hell was he doing letting one of them touch him?!

Sky - Aliens made them do it (SGU)

A blue sky coalesced in his vision, blurry and too bright by far, causing his eyes to immediately begin to water. In contrast his throat was so dry it hurt to breathe. It took far too much effort to turn his head to the side, a dull pounding permeating his skull as the unconscious form of Colonel Young swam into view. Rush had seen the man in some pretty terrible states - bruised and bloody, exhausted and driven half insane by Destiny's simulations - but he'd never been this pale before, his lips cracked to the point of bleeding from a lack of moisture. "Colonel?" His voice was barely audible, scratchy and cardboard stiff.

Abandon - Skirting The Vague Outline Of A Boundary (SGA)

Sheppard allowed his head to fall backwards until it was cushioned on the edge of the bed, wondering how close he was to losing his sanity for good. "So..." Rodney prodded. "Cuddling?" Pretty damn close, as it turned out. "Why?" he asked, resisting the urge to pull the pillow he was using as an armrest in front of his body to use as a makeshift shield. "Ummm... Why cuddle? Well..." Rodney scratched his chin in the same manner as he did when slaving over the ZPMs. "Warm. Big plus. Nice. If it's with the right person. Comfortable, relaxing, again only if it's with the right person. You can't just start cuddling with random people and expect it to go well, you know? Imagine if one day I just walked into the lab and hugged Zelenka." Sheppard snorted. "He'd think you'd finally lost it." "Or that I was dying... He always thinks I'm dying if I'm nice to him." "That's because you usually are," Sheppard teased. The further they moved away from the Kissing Incident the less panicked he became. Maybe they could just ignore it and pretend it had never happened, like Rodney had said. Sheppard was very good at pretending. "I think he's got some issues in that regard," Rodney announced snippily. "Abandonment maybe. Touch starved."

Sound - Your Own Worst Enemy (SGU)

"Do you ever think about what they did to me?" David asks suddenly. Young is so caught off guard that he answers even though the correct social response is silence, "Yes. All the time." David nods, a single jerk of his head. The man's never brought this subject up before, even though Young knows he must have been grilled about it by the shrinks back home. He wonders if he should have asked - about the Alliance, about being undercover for so long, about why David had been caught, what had happened after - but it's an unwritten military rule that you don't mention those sorts of things - torture, injuries, loss of fellows in battle - unless the person to have suffered through it brings it up first. "I think…" David says slowly, as if the words don't come easy, "It would have been better to kill me." Young inhales sharply. "Don't say that." He means for the words to sound sure and convincing. What he gets instead is pleading, trying to dress itself up as insistence. "It would have been kinder. Instead you left me like this." David sounds very far away. "And now it's happening again."

[windor-truffle]

TIL that "Your Majesty" is reserved for ruling kings and queens while "Your Highness" is used for princes and princesses. Incidentally, "Your Grace" is usually used for dukes and duchesses (at least in the UK, which Windor is based on), which means the only "Grace" in Tales of Graces is actually Duke Dalen 😂

*assuming this is accurate. there seems to be some variance by country, and the wikipedia article noted some contradictions too

[drawnecromancy]

Find the word !

Tagged by the wonderful @tales-from-nocturnaliss :D

Words I got : limited, dreamer, special, atonement

Words I'm giving you : towering, bramble, block, falling

Tagging : @isabellebissonrouthier, @literarynecromancy, @ceph-the-ghost-writer aaaand open tag ! do it if you wanna it's fun

As always I'm going to grab whatever I have lying around in my files.

NOT FOUND : limited, dreamer, special, atonement

SPECIAL -> ESPECIALLY because fuck this i want to show ONE snippet at least :/

"His brain helpfully informed him that this was entirely impossible, as Eleanor had not trusted anyone in her life, especially not him, and she had never learned Soul magic. Clearly, he must have hit his head somewhere and was imagining the whole thing." – Winter's rage

[colorisbyshe]

Tell us more about other ways of cheating that still help longterm uni is kicking my ass and I'm this close to stuffing my dignity in a box and using chatgp

I mean, there's no one way to do it, and it really depends on the class and what you're trying to cheat on but what the fuck happened to sparknotes and sneaking notes into class for tests? Working with a friend on assignments where you each only do half and then just copy (WITH MINOR CHANGES!!!) the part your friend did.

Are you guys losing recipes?

Kids don't come up with creative ways to cheat anymore? You've gotten lazy about cheating?? I'm not trying to be mean I'm just... genuinely confused. I knew how to cheat in school... since i was in kindergarten.

Didn't do it often. But I knew how when I needed it.

Y'all need help figuring out cheating?

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Person on Avatar podcast: One fan wanted to know if Rangi or the events of RoK/SoK will be in Realms Collide. Me, watching the podcast: That's me. I was the fan. owo

[stellerssong]

Last Line Challenge

tagged by @two-hands-toward-the-sun to post the last line (or, like, chunk, if we're being indulgent) i added to a wip! for my own part, tagging @eri-223, @sunsorbit, @honeyteacakes, @subjectsix, hi kip, uh...i don't know who else hasn't done this who wants to...so like. if you're seeing this, now is your chance! tell them i twisted your arm! tell them you had no choice!

and god damn, wouldn't you know it, the last wip i was digging around in is for a fandom i know for a certainty no one here is interested in. so we'll make it a twofer, just to keep the people hyped up.

first off, a loose sequel to my extremely normal P6 + P7 au for Control (2019, Remedy Games):

“So here the boy is, crying, sad, because that’s his only knife, and when you’re just a nobody-shepherd good knives don’t come easy, so he’s thinking, ai, what am I gonna do, I can’t just go and buy a new knife, my moneypurse is dead as the stone. And the tears fall down in the river, plash, plash, plash. Salt in the good sweet water and all. And the god of the river tastes them, and—” “The what of the river?” “Jahaa.” Ahti gives Jesse a sly smile, like a fox in a picture book. “Your funny man didn’t teach you that word?” “No. What’s it mean?” “Hmm. It’s like a—big man. Or lady. Or both. Or neither. Who got a big job to do. And all the little people, running around under his feet, they tell the god, hey, now, I need your help with this and with that. And the god, well—sometimes he helps, and sometimes he doesn’t, but the important thing for him, and the thing what makes him what he is, is the big job. Making the winds to blow, and the tides to rise, and the sun to rise in the east and set in the west, and the dark to come in at night.” “Casper says the sun rises and sets because of plan-et-ary ro-tay-shun.” “Plan-et-ary ro-tay-shun, saatana,” Ahti grunts. “Your Casper says a lot of things, eh? Some of them might be true, even. Smart man, smart, smart man. But he wasn’t there when the boy dropped his knife in the river. So you gonna believe him, or Ahti?” “Were you there when the boy dropped his knife in the river?” Ahti fox-smiles, and doesn’t answer.

AND, for your trouble, the next bit of the mansand werewolves au, where Dream is, as always, having some kind of a motherfucking day:

“Is…everything all right?” “Yes.” “Do you need a minute, or—?” “That might be for the best, thank you. Just sorting out a few things.” She squeezes Dream’s right paw, and Dream knows to his bones that she’s just trying to hide the fur and claws there, but the weak little creature deep down inside of him lets out a happy whine at the comfort of her touch. “We won’t be long. And you’re welcome to ask Tiffany to help sort the request items if she can mind the front desk while she does it. We’re a little short-staffed at the moment. Gearing up for finals, you know.” “Right. Yeah, no, of course.” Gwen takes a nervous step back. “I’ll, um—I think I’ll get started on the requests on my own, actually. It’s not that much material. And if I pull Tiffany right now, we’re gonna have masters’ students climbing over the front desk to steal each other’s holds when they think we’re not looking.” “It’s surprising how aggressive they get, sometimes,” Lucienne agrees mildly. “Though I’ve had some dark nights of the soul myself when I couldn’t turn up what I needed on JSTOR, so perhaps it’s not my place to judge.” “Been there, babe.”

[danielnelsen]

anon who asked about chasind headcanons, i am not ignoring you, that is actually step 3 of my current project:

gather all chasind lore in existence

organise it into something coherent

fill in the gaps

unfortunately i have been on step 1 for about 2 weeks and it is currently a 130 page document and will still take a while to finish

but i am getting there!!! and i have formed many headcanons in the process about all kinds of things

[loregoddess]

once again disappointed by the FE wiki's wild lack of citation

[waywardsalt]

such a big fan of how apparently easy it is for misinformation to spread in rhe loz fandom