#find it game

[writinglittlebeasts]

find-it game (1)

i was tagged by @liv-is to find the words [heart], [dusk], [touch], [bite], [strike] in my wip(s)

HEART - from RESURRECTION BLUES

The spell is probably beautifully crafted, the movements like a ballet, but Eliot is watching the bathtub. For a while nothing appears to happen, just a dark pool with grim components. Eliot’s heart sinks and he holds his breath; something must happen. Then the ashes begin to move, swirling about each-other, forming strands that seem to weave over and under others. As he watches, the strands with the most intention disappear into the center of the bath. He bites back a cry, because he can’t divert the others’ attention or the magic will stop. It’s working! It’s building speed, even, strands thickening into cords and tearing through still-stagnant pieces. The water begins to clear, and through the wild flow something becomes visible; flashes of bone-white underneath– and it is bone, a skeleton affixing its disparate pieces together with growing lengths of ligament. Overtop, now with something to grow on top of, are tendons and the beginnings of red muscles. 

DUSK - from A WOLF'S TOOTH FOR REVENGE

The smallest halo of light, still only a dusky evanescence of the impression of starlight, is where Jacqueline fixes her eyes. It waits directly opposite the narrow hallway to the ballroom, wherefrom stem the greatest, the loudest sounds of wolves in confrontation. The ballroom; the sunroom. She casts her eyes uselessly towards the service hallway behind them and sees nothing but the pit of the dark.

TOUCH - from BOOK PUNK

In his books, going off to school is always the turning point in the life of the protagonist. They find adventure, mystery, and romance in an environment they're never quite prepared for. Even the more mundane stories are thrilling in their foreign qualities; the closest thing to a campus that Quentin has ever seen is the maze of concrete fountains outside of the fortress of the Library. His 'professors' have been his father's aging coworkers, who seem more out of touch with the Earth every day, and certainly out of touch with the tropes of coming-of-age fiction.

BITE - from A WOLF'S TOOTH FOR REVENGE

Raleigh’s next breath is steeling, harsh and short, and Jacqueline feels him tug her along again. Pain lances through the soles of her feet in sharp pricks; the window is broken, she thinks, and the glass is on the– fuck. She bites her lip, but the hitch of her breath is still loud in her ears.

STRIKE - from A WOLF'S TOOTH FOR REVENGE

“Oh,” Raleigh’s fingers go slack and the ax strikes the floor, “Oh,”  It is a terrible effort to pull his eyes away from the way the werewolf’s body weakens, the wisps of their fur churning in light spirals as their back hitches around heavy breaths. Still this quirk makes them feel almost preternaturally alive.

and i will tag @wildswrites @sarah-sandwich-writes @denrathivy to find the words cat, knowing, road, pull

[mintaii]

so all i've been doing is playing hades 2

[thestuffedalligator]

My brother-in-law has a Thing where he gives me increasingly rare copies of The Bee Movie and it’s long since gone from “Goofy running gag” to “I don’t know how much money he’s willing to commit to this bit and it Scares Me.”

Where the fuck can we go from here

[redsray]

I love the idea of the Wayne kids dropping extremely vague and disturbing comments during galas. Especially when in uncomfortable situations or if they're just bored. They pull out things from their nightlife too. Other times they just make shit up.

Socialite: Oh, dear, your cheeks look so sullen! Who sucked the life out of you?

Tim, dead serious: An old man with a goatee.

Socialite: Uh... what?

Dick: Once I broke my knee so badly that I swear I could see part of the bone sticking out.

Socialite: Good lord. How on earth did that happen?

Dick: Just clumsy gymnast things ^^

Socialite: The white streak is certainly a bold fashion choice.

Jason: I saw someone get decapitated once, so I could be doing worse in terms of what's on my head, yknow? At least I have one.

Socialite: What's your favourite colour, sweetie?

Damian: Red.

Socialite: Oh that's lovely!

Damian: Like the blood of my enemies.

Socialite: Oh.

Socialite: You must be new to these kind of events.

Duke: Uh, yeah, they're kind of scary. But I've had worse.

Socialite: Worse.

Duke: Well I've been left on top of a skyscraper before with no way down just to 'get over my fear of heights' so, yes.

Socialite: You don't talk very loud, do you? I can barely hear you.

Cass, with a straight face: If I spoke any louder every glass in the room would shatter.

Tim, behind her: I can vouch.

[plaguedpriest]

just updated hades ii and this new npc just dropped hello ??

[ganondoodle]

then perish.

[moldwood]

in the urinal making all the other boys jealous that their urethras are like a cheaply crafted ancient teapot that splashes piss everywhere whereas mine is like a finely crafted ancient teapot that will cause no splatter regardless of the height of the stream.

[akanemnon]

Clearly the correct answer

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[wizardpotions]

one of my favourite examples of preserving atmosphere in a remake or HD version of a game will always be deciding not to remaster any of the music for twilight princess HD, and actually not changing much of the visuals either, something about that games atmosphere comes from the hazy and and dream like quality of digital media from the time. the muffled audio has this incredible ethereal quality to it that you just do not find in games anymore. there was something truely magical about 2000s dark fantasy media that i hope we will see again someday

[ryuuna]

just a wee babyy wip

[writinglittlebeasts]

find-it game (2)

i was tagged by @lorenfinch to find the words [gloom], [sky], [wonder], [beyond], [grace] somewhere in my pile of wips ( i have so many documents open right now)

GLOOM - from SOME UNTITLED FIC i'm desperately trying to finish

She takes Eliot's elbow and he bends down to hear her instinctually, eyes darting towards her for a moment long enough to see the shine of sweat on her forehead. Her teeth are brilliant white in the gloom, grin wide, lipstick fresh.

SKY - from KILL MY HEROES (i just straight up do not talk about the sky and i guess i ought to start)

Penny releases his hold over Fen's subconscious and her dream fades out of focus, replaced with a facsimile of Penny's temple: the walls begin a gradient of deep, warm orange near their feet which melts into sky blue which melts into the ever-turning, star-pocked sky high, high above their heads in a monumental display of spatial magic. Here, so low, the space is lit by a convex oven bowing out from the floor, but the light cast doesn't interfere with the clarity of the stars. This room is full of soft furniture, and shelves and tables glitter with offerings.

WONDER - from A WOLF'S TOOTH FOR REVENGE feat. i gender bent dr house for my book because i don't have any more names in me

The smell of chlorine disinfectant leaks, as along the floor in the way of smoke or heavy gasses, from each room in the hallway. It’s a wonder that any werewolf goes into medicine when the sharp itch of bleach pierces Kirby’s brain like a knife; when it drags at his ankles with physical presence when he walks. On his second day sitting vigil over Raleigh in that dark, violently-uncanny room, like a place out of time, he had asked the attending– Doctor Greta Abode Pedersen, who’s already run ragged as the only lycan practitioner in-state –how she could stand it, and the doctor had assured him that the senses adapt quickly to something so constant. After four days, Kirby has his doubts. He’s sure that he can feel his nostrils chapping, and his hands. His eyes sting. 

BEYOND - from A WOLF'S TOOTH FOR REVENGE

“Do you think that if I had the son of the Alpha Pedersen I would be talking to you?” Charlie condescends to him the way werewolves often do, assuming him a hapless human caught in the middle of a political struggle beyond his understanding. His answer is vague enough to exemplify this, because Kirby could be free or dead and Charlie doesn’t feel the need to tell Raleigh which. 

GRACE - from KILL MY HEROES

“Right.” Penny stands with a grunt, never quite elegant. “What did you want?” He is more practical than all of that; what focus other gods even unwittingly expend on grace and self-aggrandizement, Penny puts towards his work. Towards helping Quentin, despite it all. It's what gives Quentin the confidence to believe that Penny will help him now.

i will tag @zestymimblo @indigowriting @flowerprose to find the words hold, nearby, wear, throw

[awildes]

Jumped on the trend and painted my favorite townies! Krobus is such a little sweet thing I love him 🤧

[antirepurp]

top 10 most ominous tweets in recent memory

[viejospellejos]

What the duck?

[sheikfangirl]

Link... you must find me ♥

[chloesimaginationthings]

How FNAF movie Mike would learn about Vanny