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lord-of-the-prompts · 2 years

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A LIST OF SOUNDS/ONOMATOPEIAS FOR WRITERS:

Action

bam (a sudden loud noise/sudden impact)

bang (a loud noise like an explosion or gunshot)

beep (a short high-pitched electronic sound)

biff (a short, sharp movement)

blip (a short, high-pitched electronic sound)

boing (representing the noise of a compressed spring suddenly released)

boom (a loud, deep, resonant sound)

buzz (a low, continuous humming sound)

ching (the sound of metal on metal)

clang (a loud, resonant metallic sound or series of sounds)

clank (a loud, sharp sound or series of sounds)

clap (the act of striking the palms together/an explosive sound)

clatter (a rattling sounds as objects fall or hit each other)

click (a short, sharp sound/a short electronic sound)

clink (a short ringing sound)

crack (a sudden explosive noise)

crackle (rapid succession of slight cracking noises)

crash (a sudden violent noise)

crunch (a muffled or grinding sound made when something is crushed)

ding (a metallic ringing sound)

ding-dong (the sound of a doorbell, like the chiming of a bell)

drip (the action of liquid falling in drops)

honk (a long and loud beep, such as that from a car horn)

jingle (a catchy rhythmic sound/light metallic clinking)

kerplunk (a loud, dull sound or plunk)

knock (to strike a surface noisily in order to attract attention/ sudden short sound caused by a blow)

patter (a repeated light tapping)

pew-pew (a sound made by a laser gun)

ping (a short high-pitched ringing)

pitter-patter (the sound of a rapid succession of light beats or taps)

pop (a light/soft explosive sound)

pow (expressing the sound of a blow or explosion)

rattle (to make a rapid succession of short/sharp knocking sounds)

screech (give a loud, harsh, piercing cry/a lour, harsh, squealing noise)

sizzle (a hissing sound made when food is frying)

slam (a loud and forceful sound caused by something being shut)

slap (a sharp sound made by a forceful blow)

smash (violent breaking of things)

snap (tp break suddenly and completely, typically with a sharp cracking sound)

splash (a sound made by something striking or falling into liquid)

splat (a sound of something soft and wet or heavy striking a surface)

swoosh (the sound produced by a sudden rush of air or liquid)

thud (a dull, heavy sound)

tick (a regular short, sharp sound, especially that made by a clock)

thump (a dull pounding sound)

thunk (a dull, heavy sound, such as that of an object falling)

varoom (a roaring sound made by an engine at a high speed/revving up)

whack (to strike forcefully with a sharp blow)

whir (a low, continuous, regular sound)

whoosh (a sudden rushing movement and sound)

whump (a dull thudding sound)

wham (a forceful strike/impact)

zap (the sound of a sudden burst of energy)

Animal

arf (canine)

bark (canine, seal)

bah-gawk (chicken)

bellow (alligator, deer)

buzz (bee, hornet, fly, mosquito, wasp...)

caw (blackbird, raven, rook...)

chatter (monkey, mouse

cheep (bird)

chickadee-dee (chickadee)

chirp (bird, cricket, grasshopper)

click (crab, dolphin)

cluck (chicken)

cock-a-doodle-doo (rooster)

coo (pigeon)

croak (frog)

cuckoo (cuckoo)

drum (rabbit)

gobble (turkey)

growl (bear, canine, crocodilian, feline...)

grumble (boar)

hee-haw (donkey)

hiss (goose, snake)

honk (goose)

hoot (owl)

howl (canine)

hum (hummingbird)

maa (goat)

moo (cow, wildebeest)

neigh (horse, pony, zebra)

purr (canine)

quack (duck)

ribbit (frog)

roar (bear, feline, gorilla...)

scream (hyena)

screech (bat, eagle)

sing (songbird)

snarl (feline)

snort (pig)

squeak (hampster, mouse, squirrel...)

tlot-tlot (hooves)

trumpet (elephant, swan)

tweet (bird)

wheek (guinea pig)

whine (mosquito)

whinny (horse, pony, zebra)

whistle (bird, whale)

whoop (monkey)

Vocal

achoo/atishoo (the sound of a sneeze)

ahem (clearing throat to attract attention)

argh (expressing annoyance, dismay, embarrassment or frustration)

blech (to express distaste/gagging or retching)

blurt (to speak out suddenly and abruptly)

chomp (vigorous chewing)

cough (expel air from the lungs with a sudden sharp sound)

eek (used to express alarm, horror, or fright)

giggle (to laugh lightly in a nervous or silly manner)

glug (to drink or pour with a hallow gurgling sound)

groan (to make a deep inarticulate sound in response to pain or despair)

growl (a low rumbling noise that expresses discontent)

grunt (a short, deep sound inarticulated when angry, sullen, or lazy)

gulp (to swallow loudly and quickly)

gurgle (a hallow, bubbling sound)

hiccup (an involuntary cough-like noise)

huh (used to express scorn, anger, disbelief, surprise, amusement, or confusion)

hum (to make a steady continuous sound like a bee)

moan (a low prolonged mournful sound expressive of suffering or pleading)

mumble (speaking incoherently, like a sort of whisper)

murmur (to make sounds that are not fully intelligible)

ow (used to express sudden pain)

phew (an exhale of relief)

oops (an exclamation of surprise or of apology, as when someone drops something or makes a mistake)

ouch (an exclamation of sharp sudden pain)

squeal (to make a shrill cry/a sound of complaint or protest)

ugh (used to indicate the sound of a cough or grunt or to express disgust or horror)

yikes (used to show that you are worried, surprised, or shocked)

whimper (to make a low whining plaintive or broken sound)

whoop (a loud cry of joy or excitement/laughter)

whoops (another term for "oops")

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nolovelingers · 9 months

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NOT TOO CLOSE ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ethan landry !!

⋆ ★ you remember the first night you met. the shared lingered feeling of a message you couldn’t quite decipher, something telling you all signs were red and pointing in the opposite direction; away from him. it’s too bad, you always had a thing for pretty boys. — short blurb !!

cw ᝰ.ᐟ sfw ,, ghostface!ethan ,, mentions of alcohol ,, first meeting ,, fem!reader ,, swearing

PURPOSELY LOWERCASE 🎧 &&. written on iphone , sorry if the formats funky !

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maybe it was the way the lights were strobing, the haze of the chattering college students lost in their own conversations; the smell of cheep booze and the familiar tinge of marijuana finding its way to your nose and leaving you with a twisted knot in your stomach, the effects of the own alcohol you previously consumed somehow contrasting itself by both numbing half your senses and heightening your other ones.

in the eyes of blackmore university, there was never a holiday too small nor an event too hyped to not celebrate in everyone’s own little way; a halloween party suited for what felt like a small village as you navigated the house packed of both familiar and unfamiliar faces, students laughing and socializing their way through their own buzzes.

not ethan.

clinging onto his roommates side, chad almost wanted to be annoyed by the way ethan couldn’t bare to branch himself off and meet new people but he couldn’t quite bring himself to do so as a feeling often described as pity clouded his intoxicated senses.

“dude, we gotta get you a girlfriend.” chad joked (but not really), feet firmly planting on the ground next to the curly haired boy who leaned himself on the doorframe in front of the stairs; the two observing the party in their own little world.

chad wanted to meet new faces. ethan did not.

ethan rolled his eyes, clutching his red solo cup closer to him as a look contorted on his face that of annoyance and disgust before quickly letting his features fall flat and conjure a forced one, embarrassment.

“if it’s that much of a bother to you, you can go talk to some girls. ill just stay here.” he mumbled, looking like a child who just got rejected from buying a toy from their parent. deep down in the pits of his twisted heart he hoped chad would opt out of leaving, not wanting to appear like a loser as he stood alone and drank his embarrassment away.

“really? thanks bro, i was hoping to score some digits tonight.” chad smiled gratefully, already trying to turn away and leave the second ethan gave him his own sort of permission.

“what?! come on, dont leave me here by myself. i look stupid.” immediately ethan felt his heart drop of the idea being seen standing alone at a party, and no matter how much he had disdain to his so called ‘friends’, no matter how badly he wished nothing more than to see chads face as he plunged a knife sharp enough to cut through metal like cheese through his body; to see the life leaving his eyes and the wound oozing that beautiful crimson red color ethan couldn’t seem to get enough of, the last thing he wanted was to look awkwarder than he already was perceived to be.

“you just said i could go!” the dark-skinned boy argued, turning back around to face the taller brunette who gave him the most panicked look in return.

“yeah, cause i was hoping youd say no!”

“how does that make any sense?! if you didn’t want me to leave, just say that!”

ethans face turned into a bit of a pouting look as he silently pleaded for the martin boy to stay by his side.

“look, why don’t you just come with me? i don’t understand what you’re so freaked out about.” chad bargained with ethan who in turn immediately shook his head, planting his feet in the position they were in.

“nope, no way. girls are scary!” ethan spoke in a whiny tone, pausing for a moment before bringing his cup up to his lips and taking a swing of the hard hitting beverage, a stinging in his throat lasting for about a minute as he continued conversing with chad.

“and that’s exactly why you’ve never had a girlfriend.” the shorter boy witted back, causing ethans face to quickly form into what looked to be shock and hurt masking the actual feeling of anger he felt. joke or not, ethan was actually a very hot tempered boy who could get offended quite easily; not that anyone knew that.

the martin boy sighed and decided to rest a reassuring hand on the brown eyed boys shoulder, observing his face which was slightly shaded from the cardboard robot helmet he was wearing, probably another reason ethan was hardly getting any female attention. his costume.

“listen man, stand here and mope all you want, the whole part of a party is to meet people and have fun. i get your shy and you got that whole loner gimmick going on but i don’t want that to stop me from getting my chad on! ill be back here to meet up with you in an hour, maybe try meeting someone new, doesnt even have to be a girl at this point. just.. try, okay?”

chad offered ethan a sympathetic look which only made ethan cringe more before he removed his hand from his shoulder and took off to a group of dancing girls, smoothly sliding in and sparking up conversation almost immediately. how ethan envied that.

letting out an internal (and slightly external) groan, ethan brought his cup up to his lips once again and finished the rest of his drink, keeping his eyes trained on chad who was already talking and laughing with a group of students; entirely girls, that ethan shared a class with.

for almost a minute he didn’t move, suffering in silence and shooting a death glare at chad hidden under the dim lighting of the house. honestly? ethan couldn’t wait to kill him.

he felt isolated. watching everyone mingle and dance with their friends, lovers, and even strangers. he had no other solution than to to drink away his embarrassment, he thought, as he turned around to make his way to the kitchen where the alcohol was, taking one step forward and immediately running into someone shorter than him; their own drink splashing all over the both of them, wetting his cardboard chest piece and their outfit too.

“ah shit- fuck, im sorry about that, seriously.” he’s met with a small voice, not quiet but not extremely loud, gentle enough so that if you want to be able to hear it properly you’d have to tune the blasting music out and focus entirely on them.

jesus fucking christ, give me a break already! ethan thought to himself, annoyance brimming through his entire body as he glanced to the now darker and wet spots of his cardboard chestpiece before finally looking down and at the person who bumped into him, a girl.

“accidents happen, don’t worry about it.” he forced out, trying for the death of him not to want to reach out and strangle you right there; his face was met with an awkward half smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. despite his anger, he was able to take the time to notice that your face wasn’t half-bad to look at.

he continued to stare at you for a moment, waiting for you to say something, maybe to apologize again? to stumble out some stupid excuse? pathetically flirt? well, not that he’d really mind that last part if he was being honest. he liked the idea of having a girl liking him, but he was terrible at initiating anything.

“you all good? you’re not gonna malfunction on me or anything?” you joked, the both of you internally cringing just a bit at the awkwardness but it seemed to calm ethan from his current state of mind as he met you with furrowed eyebrows and a unsure smile.

“oh, the costume.” he spoke, mostly to himself, while scratching the back of his head. “think ill be good.”

you nod, the fainted tinge of pink lighting up your cheeks and ethan studies you for a moment longer.

“are you new? i haven’t seen you on campus before.” curiously, the brunette boy watches your face for a reaction, taking note of your every move while under his watch.

“sorta. i mean, if you consider three months to be new. i transferred here a while ago, it’s always been my dream to move to new york so once i saved up some money i chased my dreams.” you explain, and ethan nods, finally allowing a boyish smile to consume his features. for the most part it was forced, continuing to hold up his friendly image.

he doesn’t have to reply before you hop to the next subject, this time you’re asking the question.

“aren’t you chads roommate?”

“yeah, im ethan. ethan landry. nice to meet you..?” he holds his hand out for a handshake, trailing off the edge of his sentence as he waits for you to finish.

“(y/n). nice to meet you, ethan ethan.” you accept the short handshake, gently shaking hands and noticing the unreasonable strength and grip to his hold that didn’t seem the match the innocent, and dare you say weak look written all over his face while making a bad joke about his name from his introduction that still seems to score a smile from him; and ethan couldn’t help but notice the fact he didn’t have to force this one on his face. it came naturally.

“(y/n),” he repeated, as if trying your name out for himself. he smiled a little, that same shy nerdy facade written all over his face. “you got a last name?”

“does it matter?”

“i- guess not?” he looked a bit caught off guard but there was no actual hostility or mystery in your voice, just some sass. you were honestly entertaining.

“so why’re you standing here all alone?” you switch topics again, which ethan took note of. your mind seemed to wonder fast, moving from one thing to the next with no hesitation.

“ah, it’s kinda embarrassing.” the boy admitted, a small warm blush coating his pale complexion as he found himself not wanting to tell you the real reason why. wait- a blush? no, that couldn’t be right. he must just be feeling hot. all the alcohol was effecting him, or something. “i don’t really know a lot of people here, so i was just hanging out with chad till he left me to go talk to some girls.”

“ah, a typical chad move. literally and figuratively.” you nod, feeling yourself start to relax your body language more around the curly haired brunette the longer you were near him.

he chuckled, looking at you with those sweet chocolate brown eyes of his that gave you the most heartwarming feeling. “you’re kinda funny.” he tries to compliment, smiling now, a more natural grin than the ones he offered you originally. though it could be taken as a compliment or an insult, his tone genuinely sounded sincere, like he had no bad intentions. he was just an awkward guy who had no idea how to socialize or talk to the pretty girl in front of him pretty girls.

“i kinda thank you?” you respond, definitely confused on how to take in his comment.

he smiled awkwardly at you and seemed to look as if he was hiding his face as he glanced to the floor. “sorry,” he mumbled, and you felt your heart twinge as he resembled that of a hurt puppy.

“you’re good. i appreciate the sentiment.” reassuring him, he glanced back up at you with a crooked toothless smile, feeling his guard come down all around him. he had no idea why he was feeling this way, or why it felt so easy to talk to you.

there was a moment where silence fell between the two of you, staring deeply into your eyes he looked like he wanted to say something, an internal struggle of conflict in his mind while you simply watched in utter bliss and oblivion to the situation.

“i guess i should get going, i have to find my friend before they run off with some stranger they just met to hook up with. ill see you around though?” you offer him politely, and ethan felt a strange hollowness in his heart at the idea of you leaving him, but he pushed those feelings back and nodded anyway.

you’re about to turn around, start the search for your your friend in the mass of drunken college students, and you make it about five whole feet away before a voice calls your name. ethans voice.

“hey, (y/n)?” you turn around, meeting his eyes again. there’s something in them this time. it’s noticeable now as he locks eyes without you. something a bit sinister about the way he holds your gaze and his stance now looks like he’s taking over the whole room, confident but dark all the same.

“yeah?” you ask. you definitely notice the way his eyes have lost all emotion except one: danger. but this is ethan, ethans a nice boy. it must be the dim lighting and the short yet further distance between the two of you than it previously was.

“don’t get too close to me.” he warns you, and you feel a strange feeling crawl up your spine. the way he looks at you while he says it. the way his tone has completely voided from the sweet voice you were speaking to before and the aura all around him that now screams danger.

you don’t know what to do, unsure of what to say. maybe he was joking, maybe he was drunk, or maybe he really just didn’t want your companionship.

all you can do is awkwardly smile. “ill see you around, ethan.” and with that, you walk away from him, searching the packed house for your friend and forgetting about the short yet easy-going (up until the end) conversation you held with the landry boy.

and though you’ve pushed your interaction to the back of your head, ethans eyes never once leaves the back of yours.

𓂃 ࣪ ˖ 𖦹 a/n :: the most unrealistic part of scream vi is that ethans a virgin

started 08.04.23. finished 08.04.23.

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©️nolovelingers 2023

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justaghostingon · 1 year

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Fashion Fail: Three Demons and a Cultivator Loose in the Modern World

A scum villain crack au

It all starts when Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua collapse without any warning, appearing to be dead, (but still breathing)

Naturally Binghe is freaking the Hell out, as is all of Cang Qiong

But the dream demon interupts, revealing that something has taken their souls away to what appears to be another world, sincw he can’t access it

That’s all Binghe needs to start slashing holes through the universe (after stealing Xin Mo from the other Binghe)

With him he takes Mobei-jun, Sha Hauling, and Liu Qingge, who wasn’t invited but refused to be left behind

Eventually they find the right world, but its a strange one, where people live in moutains of steel and glass, and wear scandalously little clothing.

Liu Qingge looks as if he’s about to pass out when hr sees his first skinny jeans

Naturally three handsome men and a beautiful woman in cosplay is attracting a lot of attention. Too much in fact, and the requests for photos and autographs is starting to impeed the speed of their quest

So binghe makes the call for everyone to blend in, taking them to the first merchant shop he sees with clothing inside

Its a second hand store, with all sorts of options everywhere at cheep prices, because Binghe’s luck is just that good

Binghe chooses his clothing carefully. He listens to the female workers giggling about which outfit they’d want to buy if they could, and buys that, confident he’s picked an Outfit that will give him respect

Its a vivid red Prom Dress, floorlength skirt with a slit over one leg, off the shoulder straps. Binghe loves it. He looks beautiful.

Mobei-jun doesn’t care what he wears so he just grabs the first things he thinks he can put on

These end up being hot pink sweatpants and a real fur coat, plus crocks on his feet. He looks ridiculous, but he’s also huge and scary, so no one is gonna say it

Sha Hualing is having a great time. This worlds cultural clothing styles were made for her!

She ends up in a bikini with bright pink flamingos on it, plus a neon green feathery boa she drapes over herself like her old silks

Liu Qingge refuses to change. He’s not dressing in these absurd clothing styles, no matter how much Binghe insists it will help them blend in.

Fortunately it doesn’t matter, standing next to four people in equally good cosplay he mught look like an actor, but standing next to three weirdos he looks just as weird

The final touch is the three matching ducky hats on the three demons. Demon marks need to be disguised after all, but shifting is hard to do in this strange world, or any of their powers really

So ducky hats. It kinda works on mobei-jun (aka its so weird it fits) but it absolutely ruins Binghe’s gorgeous dress affect, and Sha hualing’s weird beach athestic

Now everyone is staring at the four of them for a very different reason, but at least they aren’t coming up to talk to them

What’s more, it’s because of their strange clothing they manage to find Shang Qinghua and Shen Qingqiu, who are both stuck in the hospital

Binghe and friends were given instruction to go there by some teenagers messing with them

Jokes on thrm, because while they were walking up a loud voice screams “my king?!!!”

Mobei’s head whips around so fast it gives him whiplash, but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is the small stranger shrieking at him from a high window, waving his arms excitedly and chattering like mobei’s beloved right hand

And beside him is a man who looks very like Shen Qingqiu’s plant body, Shen yuan

It takes a little while to get to then, shang Qinghua and Shen yuan can’t just leave the hospital intensive care ward, and the receptionist takes one look at four weirdly dressed people demanding she “release your captives” and calls security

It takes three break in attempts, a wheelchair, a seduction attempt (curtesy of sha hualing) and liu qingge fighting a vending machine with a real sword for them to be able to reunite with shen yuan and shang qinghua

Liu qingge takes one look at the paper hospital gowns and promptly faints

And there are many things to say, even more things to explain, like transmidiagation and the doctors trying to convince him it was all a dream, but the only thing that comes out of Shen Yuan’s mouth is: What the hell are you wearing?

Binghe, who up until that moment had been feeling confident, bursts into tears

it takes 30 minutes to get binghe to stop crying, to assure him shen yuan still loves him, he does look good, better than liu qingge - hey! Goes liu qingge in between faintings- and have shen Yuan internally confront and conquer his many bigotted views on gender and style in the name of reassuring his husband

Meanwhile mobei glares at shang qinghua, silently demanding compliments for dressing up

Shang qinghua: …that’s what you’re wearing my king? (Mobei glare increases) it looks…unique

“Good” mobei says, pulling out a matching set and shoving them on shang qinghua “match”

Binghe promptly pulls out another prom dress, this one a lovely green with a short skirt to show off his shizun’s beautiful legs

And thus shang qinghua and shen yuan are smuggled out of thr hospital in a pack if weirdly clothed friends, looking so wierd that no one questions them

And the all go home

But binghe keeps the dresses. He has…plans…for them

#svsss au #svsss #scum villian #scumbag self saving system #luo binghe #bingqiu #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #mobei jun #shang qinghua #moshang #sha hualing #liu qingge #fashion fail au #please don’t take this too seriously

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biracy-draws · 8 months

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Seren thing I banged out last night that I don't have a title for. A little under 1k words. CW for pretty heavy discussions of alcoholism (including descriptions of vomiting), light drug talk, and general girlmisery

It was beautiful outside. It was bright and warm, with a coolly pleasant breeze rolling off the Hudson. The very air seemed to sparkle in the sunlight as clumps of pollen drifted from the park’s trees and accumulated on nearby windshields like vibrant summer snow. The cheeping of birds, the chattering of squirrels, and the squeals of delighted children echoed off the high-rises and filled the verdant oasis of the park.

Serendipity Johnson had never felt more miserable.

She had figured a walk in the park might do her good, but as she sat on a bench, rubbing the heels of her hands hard against her eye sockets, she was starting to regret the idea. There was a dull, thudding pain just behind her eyes that felt like a hangover, although she swore she hadn’t had very much to drink the night before. Surely she would have remembered drinking a lot. She had woken up in bed, hadn’t she?

Lately, Seren’s concepts of “very much” and “a lot” were starting to lose their credibility.

Sitting in the park, she was desperate to smoke. All day she’d been itching to smoke, and now it was just past one and she had plowed through the pack of American Spirit she had rationed off for today. (At Jack’s pleading insistence, she had agreed to gradually smoke less. It was not going well.) Seren was well aware of the park’s policy on smoking - even without that, she saw the playing children, the snuffling dogs, the scampering wild animals. She was a smoker, not a monster. Every time a cough rattled up from deep in her chest, she resigned her personal decree to never force this on anyone else, not even for a moment.

She still wanted to smoke, though, and she was fighting off a nagging voice in the back of her head trying to convince her that she also wanted to go home and get drunk - not just wake-up-on-the-kitchen-floor drunk, but wake-up-on-the-kitchen-floor-with-vomit-in-the-sink drunk. Seren sighed and went back to rubbing the heels of her hands into her eyes.

Perhaps the guiltiest behavior that Seren fostered was the persistent thought that she was better than other addicts. The largest part of her brain, the logical part, loathed such an idea. It told her that no one was innately better than anyone else, that it wasn’t someone’s fault if their addiction “showed” more or was less manageable, and that it was a thought pattern ingrained into her by a regressive, unkind society that, at the end of the day, painted all addicts with the same broad brush. The second-largest part of her brain, the Catholic part, knew that an idea like that was what the Church called rationalization, a lie she told herself to make her sin feel less impactful. But a very small part of her brain still felt it. She was a functional alcoholic who smoked a little before bed (and in the morning, and at lunch, and before dinner, and for dessert). She wasn’t like other addicts - not like Jack’s skeevy pothead bandmates, not like her old roommate in college who she had to check out of the hospital after near-ODs on heroin, not even like other alcoholics, ones who passed out at the wheel or got drunk just to hit their kids. Seren was a smoker, sure, an alcoholic, maybe so, and yeah, she’d even had a few adventures with cocaine in college and found she didn’t much care for it, but she wasn’t like them, the vile small part of her brain told her.

That lie was getting harder and harder to keep believing. The thought of Seren being “functional” was becoming laughably absurd; it’d be better if she was the kind of drunk who flew into substance-based fits of inspiration and churned out new music faster than her stomach churned up her breakfast, but she didn’t have that in her anymore. She’d sit at her keyboard for hours until the tick of the metronome drove her mad, she’d restring and unstring and restring her guitars instead of devising a single chord to play, she’d do anything that wasn’t actually writing or practicing or recording music, because just the thought of it exhausted her beyond belief now. It was depressing, but it was true - Serendipity Johnson was not functional, far from it. She was almost definitely going to get up off this park bench, order takeout and pretend she was fine while she ate it in the subway station, light a smoke on her way up the stairs, and get so drunk she couldn’t stand over the course of maybe a few hours.

Seren hated it. She was miserable and never pretended to be anything but - her days of likening herself to a white soccer mom who just enjoyed a little Chardonnay from time to time were fading fast. Seren was not the kind of alcoholic they made relatable woodblock home decor about, she never had been. She hated her hangovers and her constantly achy throat and the blood in her toothpaste and her smoker’s cough and the stains on her teeth. She hated the control Don Q and American Spirit had over her body, and yet she still couldn’t find any way to stop them.

Seren made one last attempt to rub the headache out from behind her eyes and stood up, groaning as she stretched. She flicked open her phone and made a call to the Dominican takeout place as she headed towards the subway station. She was fine.

Surely.

#writing #my writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #serendipity johnson #tw vomit #emetophobia #alcoholism cw #tbh a 'serendipity johnson' tag should constitute as an alcoholism cw but yknow. it's real heavy here

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reblog-house · 13 days

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On A Clearing

Characters: Scar, mention of all Life series winners, minus the April Fool's one. oh, and a little bird!

Wc: 1040 (woops. it was fine on 1001 and then i rewrote a few things)

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt 248, "Watching Birds"

Ao3: Here!

Scar breathed.

It was silent in the clearing. Finally.

It’s not… he didn’t mind the other winners being around. It was interesting, at least.

Nobody was just as he remembered them last, like progress had been undone, down to the game they each won, and then gone in a new direction.

Martyn wasn’t the pathetic dog who died to a piglin brute on the second week and then spent the rest of his time as yellow acting as police; who fell into the void trying to steal the kill on the dragon; and who perma-died to a bad ender pearl throw on a ladder. But he also wasn’t just the ruthless man who stole his own ally’s life to win.

Pearl wasn’t the woman who protected her teammates until the very end and whom he had to fight despite her unending kindness to him and their short-lived alliance, where she attempted to sacrifice herself for him. But she also wasn’t just the crazy witch who lived in her tower, betrayed and alone, who Scar shared the joy of torturing their soulmates with, and who left a trail of blood behind her when it was time to bring the game to an end.

Scott wasn’t the self-sacrificing savior who only died on his own terms and nobody else’s, the only other person to also be consistently nice to him, but who Scar had to leave when choosing sides. But he’s not only… Well, no. He’s always been justice-driven. That’s never changed.

And Grian wasn’t the man he shared a few good moments with before never seeing again, once Grian finally found the friendship he was so desperate for in the form of Cleo and Etho.

Though maybe, this Grian, the one who only lived through 3rd Life, was the closest there was to whom he last knew. He wouldn’t have said that in Last Life (definitely not), or Double, or even Limited Life. But Secret Life…

They could’ve been friends again. And for a moment, he thought they would be. Until he had to do the opposite of what everyone said and Grian asked to be friends.

It was fine. At least he got a few moments with Pearl at the very end.

He entered the final days knowing he had to join either Pearl or Scott. He only sided with her because she was near when the decision had to be made, but he didn’t regret it. For once, he felt like he belonged, like he was part of a team. Even if his title was just honorary.

And maybe, the next Scar and the next Grian would be friends.

He hoped the next Scar and Pearl were too.

He didn’t mind the other winners being there, but it would be better if everything wasn’t as tense.

Martyn had been shocked at first and then started laughing. Pearl took in his face, corrupted, and her eyes turned sad, like she knew. Scott looked at Grian. And Grian had closed off.

The buzzing of a bee brought him out of his thoughts. It was flying around his face. He jostled his arm and—

Oh, right. The flowers infesting his face, jutting out from his jaw, his cheeks.

When he first noticed the sprouts, he didn’t consider his relationship with bugs.

He let the bee go. Best not risk a sting.

Suddenly, he was made aware of the cheep and chatter of the birds.

Over in the distance, small birds jumped from branch to branch. A bird with wings splayed covering its nest, feeding its hatchlings. Another flying from a corner of the clearing to the other.

They made a chorus.

How long had he been there, for the birds to not see him as a threat?

The grass was a cushion under him. He let his hood fall, and his torso too.

The stem of the sunflower growing from the nape of his neck was a pressure against his head, now laid down. He cringed. Not knowing what would happen if he crushed the flower, he turned his head to the side, setting it free.

World turned to the side, little hops, a small gray bird with a tail as long as its body came close, tiny head turned, like himself. It stopped a foot away and started chirping.

“Hello there,” he said with a smile. He reached with one hand, leaving space between him and the bird.

The bird hopped closer to it, curious.

“I don’t have any food, if that’s what you’re after. Sorry, my friend. Maybe next time.”

It chirped again and Scar huffed a laugh.

“You are a friendly one, aren’t you? Alright, alright, you can stay. Not sure what else is there for you to see but I’m here.”

It hopped even closer, now right on his face, near his cheek. It turned its little head again.

“Oh, you’re curious about the poppies too? I’d be more weirded out, but I’m not the only one who’s changed. Do you like my new look?” He moved his hand to his chest in mock pride and made a face. “I’m particularly proud of my sunflower.”

Nothing to be proud of. He didn’t do anything to get the flowers. They didn’t even take a day or an hour to grow. They were there already, buds that opened up.

He chose to ignore that fact. His little bird friend wouldn’t understand the nuances of making something grow and something growing on you.

The bird looked at him like he was speaking nonsense. Maybe he was.

He sighed. “Yeah, I don’t know what I’m doing. Seeing how long I can stay out before they send a search party, I guess. If that’s even a thing.” He frowned. “Do more people exist here? Are there even villagers?”

The bird hopped back once.

“Yeah, you’re right. Best not worry them. Nnh…” he stretched, pushing himself up. Once standing, his vision blacked out for a second as he regained his balance. When his vision came back, the bird had flown to a nearby branch, observing him.

“Well, I’ll be going now. It was nice to meet you, little guy!”

He turned around and walked the way he came, hood laying against his back, forgotten.

#fff248 #trafficfic #trafficblr #goodtimeswithscar #life series winners #gtws #gtwscar #secret life smp #and others #my writing #bo don't look

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rjalker · 1 year

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okay, this is cute. They're just like "oh you're having a baby? well hello baby we are adopting you welcome to the world". That's adorable.

The two browns and the bronze had perched on the top rail of the stable partition, their eyes whirling with growing excitement as they crooned their birth song. The little chestnut mare dropped to the straw to deliver the forelegs and head of her foal. Above, the rafters of the barn seemed to ripple with its temporary adornment of the dragonet population of Landing, crooning and chirping continual encouragement.

Dragonets were sentimental about births and missed none in Landing, bugling in high-pitched tenor voices at each new arrival. Fortunately, they discreetly remained outside human habitations. The colony’s obstetricians had lately been working nonstop and had drafted the nurses and taken on apprentices. An array of dragonets on a roof became an irrefutable sign of impending birth: the dragonets were never wrong. The obstetricians could gauge the labour progress by the growing intensity of the dragonets’ welcoming song. The chorus might deprive neighbors of sleep, but most of the community took it in good humor.

After Sorka gave her father a hug for his assurances, she stepped away from him, and her bronze glided down to her shoulder, chattering in a happy social tone as he wrapped his tail possessively about her neck. Then Duke leaned down Sorka’s chest, his eyes sparkling blue and green as he, too, examined the new arrival closely. Encouraged, Sean’s brown pair dropped to the lower rail of the foaling box, exchanging cheeps and chirps with Duke.

“You approve?” Sean asked them, grinning despite the challenge in his tone.

Bobbing their heads up and down vigorously, they extended wings, each complaining that the other’s wing was in the way, then they flicked their wings to their backs and assured Sean volubly that they approved. He grinned back at them.

He pointed over the screen and out the window toward a structure fully clothed in dragonets.

Bay peered out the window facing Betty Musgrave-Blake’s house. “My word! Look at that!”

The house seemed to be ringed by fiery whirls and gouts as an umbrella of dragonets frantically made certain that not a single piece of the grotesque rain reached the home of a woman in labor.

#Rjalker reads The Dragonriders of Pern

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lightsblooming · 5 months

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They're crouched over a bin that's chattering with the cheeps of chicklets. A heat lamp cusps over one side, a water bowl wedged on the other. . Pine shavings rustle beneath the pitter-patter of feet.

"All right, lil Miss," Cole grins, elbows perched on knees, "Henrietta's just hatched a few chicks, but they ain't got any names. How're you feelin' 'bout helpin' 'em out?"

inbox | @colecassiidy

mary sits with her legs tucked beneath her, the skirt of her dress floofed up and nestled into the pine shavings cushioning her against the bare ground. the sunlight illuminates the chicks in a way that almost makes them glow, their fuzzy baby feathers dissolving into the soft outline of light as her hands are curled against the edge of the crate, leaning in for a better look. she's never seen baby chicks before outside of a storybook. they're so small and precious—she has the impulsive urge to snatch them up and stuff them in her clothes.

she reaches out without warning, petting the closest one with an untrained hand.

"um, this one can be marshmallow—" marshmallow promptly gets yoinked out of the crate and hoarded into her lap; its the fluffiest chick of the bunch. she points to another chick near the water bowl, "liebling," then to another, tinier one, that keeps frantically hopping about, "bandaid," she says— which leaves three more. "rainbow," a chick with a speck on it's beak, "ted," a chick with a missing claw, and the last one dozing sleepily as close to the heat lamp as it can be, which mary stares at for a considerable moment before deciding on...

"princess sprinkles."

#colecassidy #|| inbox.

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yodashairyballs · 7 months

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oh, just one more lesson..

The swamp cheeps with nighttime. A lone chattering creature echoes from across the lake. It’s nearly pitch-black— even I’m having trouble making my way through the camp. I reach out with the Force, sensing him.

“Master,” comes his voice, low and desperate. “Oh, Master, please.”

My ears prick, and I rest my hand on the tent flap.

A soft moan pierces the night. “Master…”

Surely he doesn’t sense me?

Quietly, I slip into the tent, using the Force to cloak my presence.

And there he is, writhing beneath his bedding, voice lilted in breathy pleasure. I let out a little groan of my own, suppressing a pleased chuckle.

“Skywalker,” I rasp.

He jumps up, mouth open in a mixture of arousal and shock. “Master?”

Wordlessly, I step closer, flicking on the torch.

He’s sweaty and flushed, a wet patch blooming between his legs. “Distracted, hm?”

“I, well…”

“Another lesson, hm? Mmm… yes… another lesson indeed…” I crawl into bed, dipping my head between his thighs.

His breath hitches as my tongue meets him, lips tight around his small throbbing cock. I sigh, relishing every twitch and groan. His hips stutter as my thick, round fingers inch deeper and deeper in his pussy. “Oh Master please—”

I pick up a steady pace, rocking him on my hand, and groan, “Good… good…”

Soon, his body makes its own rhythm, clenching around me. I grin, catching his eye, and laugh. I laugh a long, throat-rasping laugh, helping him finish with a loud gasp. “Soon… a Jedi Master. Soon…”

And I slink from the tent, satisfied with my teachings.

#🐀#mlm #ftm fanfic #star wars fanfic #loda #luke x yoda #mlm ship #luke skywalker #yoda #star wars #mlm fanfic #smut fanfic #nsft fanfic #mlm nsft #nsft

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ferrumumbra · 2 years

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@ritterblood || LIKED for a STARTER

Tailfeather was absolutely not quite what Auri had expected; the name of Dravania bought images of harsh rock and no foliage to mind and yet when they had gotten there he revised his opinions. No - the trees were taller than he could have ever imagined, their wide boughs shielding the forest floor below - lush with greenery - so much of it, too.

It had been years since he had seen green so lush.

As Haurchefant chattered away to one of the hunters, Auri took his time to wander a little ways from him simply to soak in more of their surroundings; not only did the wretch like to see all entrances and exits, but he liked a vague understanding of the perimiter- an old habit that refused to die.

While wandering a ways off, Auri stepped near to some of the Chocobo’s of whom rested near the stables - some accepting a scritch or two, others shier or less trusting. Seeing chicks in the near distance drew a smile to his expression, too - all variety of bright or creamy yellows fluffed up and bumping into one another.

What caught his eye, however, was a rather dishevelled looking bundle of soot grey near the back and Auri didn’t hesitate to gently wade past the dainty birds in order to reach it, hands reaching forth to pick up the plump bundle into his arms. A few cheeps met his movements, and Auri’s gaze softened considerably.

Three or four steps took him just far away from the stables to emerge into Haurchefant’s line of sight, but not far enough for any to think him stealing the chick.

#Wrapped Gifts || Starters ||#and here we have documented one of auri's first ever puppy eyes of want

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acommonloon · 2 years

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No sparge!

Sitting on the patio the last rays of Thursday beam down, ahhh subito piano it's quiet! Well except in the woods a squirrel chatters and a lone bird counters a querilous song. Ooooh, now it's all gone still. Except a hummingbird wing butters briefly and is gone, there's a cheep cheep cheep, if you listen an insect meeps over and over, the HVAC fan kicks on low, a woodpecker thudders, cars passing on the road a mile away echo faintly. A hawk shrieks, a cow bawls, and meeeeeep.

A rural symphony sublime!

Then.

My fucking neighbor decides to mow!

Never mind. My glass is empty.

Well, tonight I don't have to work. Eh maybe I'll pour another and wait for the next movement.

#indiana #rural #sounds

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thesumofallmyfears · 2 years

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Bliss.

The soothing sound of heavy spring rain, birds chirping, chittering, cheeping, chattering, rain drops falling, from the trees, from the roof...

Hot bath.

And the scent creeping through the window, into my soul.

🛀🏼💙💚🌧️🐦

#i always have music to accompany my bath... but it can wait #thoughts

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alloftimeandspacetosee · 8 months

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Battle; Steven

This is a Jay into her third league and being slightly bitter, leaning a little further into the ignore-everything-for-the-sake-of-battling tactic that she does so well and is super healthy for her.

She gets a li'l bit edgy. Playing into how she thinks she's ruining stuff for everyone, you know how it goes

Anyway, the song for this one is Evil and a Heathen by Franz Ferdinand

I stop before the last door. Steven is beyond it, but I can’t go in yet. The challenger before me is still battling. That gives me time to think. Mostly about what tune to have played during the battle.

Vulp yawns at my feet, sitting down. Taking a short rest. Brith shifts behind me and I tilt my head to catch a glimpse of her.

“Do you have a tune in mind?” she asks, catching my gaze.

“A few.” I shrug. “None really…” I trail off, beginning to smirk. “I’ll be right back.”

“Blue, where–?” she starts as I dart away.

I find what I’m looking for fairly easily. The bathroom. Slipping inside, I jam the door shut with my bag and survey my reflection in the floor to ceiling mirrors. Time for a costume change.

Working quickly, I pull off my trenchcoat, boots and gloves. Half sleeves on my shirt… not short enough. Neither were the trousers.

So I strip, working quickly to get into frayed shorts that stopped just under my knees and a top that has only straps for sleeves. There. I grin at my reflection, liking the look. Maybe should do something with my hair… nah. Never had been good with messing with it.

I shoved my other clothes into my bag, tying the boots across the straps. Far too damn hot around here for my usual wear, anyway. But of course – a cloak for cover at the moment.

Now we were good to go. I pick up my bag, sling it over my shoulder – rearrange the cloak so it covers over my bag – and flip the hood up before leaving the bathroom, so my features are hidden.

“You are the next challenger, I assume?” The attendant is standing by Brith, tapping his clipboard.

“Aye, that’d be me,” I say pleasantly. “Sorry about the hold up.”

“The previous battle is not long finished,” Brith says quietly.

“Do you have a chosen tune?” He seems to be ignoring Brith… maybe not used to talking pokémon.

“Evil and a Heathen,” I reply. “Franz Ferdinand.”

Brith looks confused at that, but keeps quiet.

He notes it down. “Please, go right on in.” He turns on his heel and leaves us.

“Nice choice,” Brith murmurs. “Prophetic at all?”

I grin under my hood and push the door open. “Let’s find out, shall we?”

We enter behind the challenger’s stand, as always. No one can see us yet, and the stands are still filled with chatter. Probably talking about the last battle. We’d give them something new to talk about.

Up the stairs, Brith and Vulp close behind me. Sesser cheeps from Brith’s shoulder, almost cheering me on. As we reach the top of the stairs and the platform, I slip my bag from my shoulder and place it at the edge. Pokéballs are in easy reach, so that’s fine.

“Champion Steven!” I call. I can just see him – the hood’s getting in the way.

The chattering dies as people start to notice me.

“You are?” He looks over. Perhaps trying to see beneath the hood.

“BlueJay NightGale, of Snowpoint.” I shift a hand to the ties of the cloak.

“Challenging, I assume?”

“Aye. Why else would I be here?”

The music starts up.

I grin. “Champion Steven!” Might as well do it properly. “I challenge you to a battle!” I flick the ties of the cloak, flinging it to one side as I release my first pokémon onto the pitch between us.

He smirks, raising an eyebrow. “Challenge accepted.”

As his skarmory screeches through the air, Arc steadies herself on the ground below and throws her head back, fire blasting from her mouth.

“Spikes!”

The skarmory dodges with a flick of its wings and dives, dropping small metallic objects in a ring around Arc.

“Fire fang!”

Words fall from my mouth

Arc leaps and catches the skarmory by a leg, slamming it into the ground. It screams as fire engulfs them both, and I grin.

Like plates from shaking hands

“Steel wing!” Steven calls.

Arc yelps and the skarmory limps out of the smoke.

Smash upon the silence

“Flamethrower!”

Fire follows it as the smoke clears from around them, and the skarmory isn’t quick enough to dodge – Steven recalls it in a flash of red light, releasing a claydol.

Of the smooth naked canal

“Ancient power!”

Well I’m evil and a heathen!

I recall Arc, releasing Yena. He cries out as the rocks slam around him, forcing him to dodge and stab his paw on the spikes.

I’m evil and a heathen

“Dark pulse!”

I'm a heathen and evil like you

“Light screen!”

Yena darts across the pitch as the claydol builds its shield, and leaps up to deliver a blast of dark energy to its head.

There's not a lot

It stumbles forward, tottering.

“Earthquake!”

Yena delivers another blow as he twists on its back, biting at its neck before tumbling away.

Not a lot I couldn't do

Brith and I grab onto the railing as the building shakes.

“Crunch!”

Yena rolls over as the claydol moves as if to slam into him and leaps up to fasten his teeth in its arm, flicking his tail up into its eyes.

Steven returns it with a nod, letting out an aggron. “Earthquake!”

I can’t return Yena fast enough and he collapses, comatose before this massive pokémon. Steven’s grinning. I grit my teeth.

I like how you pretend

“Brith?”

That the end will be the end

“With pleasure.” She grips the bar in front of us in one hand and swings herself over.

So fill your thirst

“Earth–”

Drink a curse

Brith moves faster than Steven can speak, blurring punches like bullets into the aggron’s hide, into its belly where the armour is thinner, weaker.

To the death of death instead

It staggers backwards.

“Dragon claw!”

I'm evil and a heathen

The aggron swipes for Brith and she leaps backwards, its claws ringing against the spike in her chest.

I'm evil and a heathen

I don’t even need to call moves for Brith – I haven’t had to call moves for any of them in a long time, really – so I just watch, smirking, as she leaps to kick the aggron in the head.

I'm a heathen and evil like you

It falls with a crash, and Steven returns it.

There's not a lot

He nods to me, sending out a cradily.

Not a lot I wouldn't do

“Brith, step back!”

She nods, running off the pitch as I let out Glace.

“Ancient Power!”

The cradily gathers up the remnants of shattered rocks around it.

“Ice Shard!”

Glace attempts to attack, but spends more time dodging the rocks and getting closer to the cradily.

“Sludge Bomb!”

Utrecht led me to the Sacre Coeur

The cradily gathers up toxic sludge, weaving from side to side as it waits for Glace to get in range.

Where the smoke curled round

“Ice fang!”

The cradily lunges, spilling the poison as they clash together. Glace cries out and I grip the railing.

“Blizzard!”

Now the ice blows off Lake Acuity

Ice whips up around them and she darts back several places, limping.

When the ice blows

“Confuse Ray!”

Glace shakes her head and retaliates with knife like pieces of ice, and the cradily recoils, its movements slowing.

The ice flows knocks you down

Steven returns the cradily and Glace limps back some more. Could she do it… He let out an armaldo.

“Ancientpower!”

Bug Rock type. I return Glace as the rocks slam into the ground around where she’d been.

“Brith!”

She runs back onto the pitch.

Your teeth are black with wine

“Water pulse!”

So… he wants to keep her at a distance.

The armaldo rears up, gathering water from the ground and jetting it at Brith. She moves like a whip and it crashes into the stand, and I stumble over my footing.

As you place those lips on mine

“Bone rush!” There aren’t really any bones around – well, I hope there aren’t – but Brith will make do.

And she does, heaving rocks from the pitch to throw at the armaldo, slowly getting closer and closer.

“Aerial ace!”

The armaldo lunges for her, and now Brith is too near to dodge so she doesn’t but she holds an arm up to take the blow as she punches her other fist into the armaldo’s chest.

And the moon hangs heavy and forbidden high

He releases a metagross. Psychic steel type. Doom – I fumble the pokéballs, dropping the one in my hand.

Ray appears on the pitch as Brith looks back up at me.

“Earthquake!”

On the night of our lives

I hit the platform on my knees as electricity sings through the air and the metagross roars.

“Psychic!”

Ray yowls in return and there’s more electricity crackling in the air.

“Blue,” Brith hisses, paws under my shoulders as she lifts me back up. “Come on.”

I'm evil and a heathen

“Meteor smash!”

I shake my head.

I'm evil and a heathen

“Blue!”

Concentrate on the present. Ray.

“Thunder!”

I'm a heathen and evil like you

I look up to see the metagross bearing down on Ray, one leg raised higher.

Ray roars in defiance and the room explodes into light. I shut my eyes, hand covering them with that as well.

There's not a lot

The light dies down, slowly.

I lower my hand.

Not a lot we couldn't do

Ray is standing with the metagross at his feet, out cold.

#pokemon #oc #writing #champion steven stone #hoenn #pokemon battle #hoenn league #1st gen #Jay nightgale #mainverse

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