#create

•A word scramble will be posted every other day starting on August 1st, 2026, at around 4 a.m. Eastern. There are 14 prompts in all, with a plethora of possible words.

•All fandoms and original works welcome! We absolutely do not believe in censorship. Please be kind, tag properly, and have a great time!

•We guarantee that there is a 7-letter word in each scramble. However, feel free to use any word(s) you find that inspire you. The word(s) you choose simply need to inspire your creation; they don't need to be a major theme.

•Handy link to a Scrabble word-finder site to help you if you need it! https://scrabblewordfinder.org/solver

•Use #wsc2026 #word-scramble-challenge, and there is a collection on AO3 [here] to which you can add your creations anytime starting August 1st (the collection will remain open indefinitely)!

•Will you be reblogging everything? No, this blog will remain prompts only for ease of use, but please browse through the tags and get your fandom involved! It will be more fun that way!

• This is for creators of all types: create anything! We mean anything! Write a multi-chapter fic, drabbles, one-shots, haikus, or an experimental poem. Puffy paint a t-shirt. Make a sticker or paper collage. Sketch in your journal. Take a photo. Cook a recipe. Bake. Embroider! Sew. Quilt. Mood boards. Alter a book. Send postcards to friends. Sculpt. Make a house for your pet rock! Invent a cocktail. Write letters! Create playlists! The list goes on infinitely!

And to die is to know

And oh, man

We’re all dying to know

That immeasurable distance

Between soul and ego

As if we know where we come from, but must wonder where we go and the symphony that plays for most is a frequency too low…

Let the dissonance we used to map our ambivalence between the bliss of ignorance and all this goddamn dying to know…

Just to live and let go

Be harmonized with both the science and the magic that create a rainbow

The child-like wonder and the perennial wisdom

That balance on the beam of the sun in perfect rhythm

So that our hearts pound

To the vibrations in the ground

And our souls radiate beyond the capsules which they’re bound

And Oh, man….

The end curiosity is one I’ve never found, but I don’t care

I’ll still sit in my garden breathing in the air

Plucking pedals off all the forget-me-nots

When they become weary

Asking impossible, intangible questions

Laughing while my eyes are teary

And seeing beauty