#mari13606

[wolfythewitch]

Been a hot minute, but I hope these crabs brighten your day the way your art does for me!

Omg. I'm not sure what this means but thank you for the crabs :D

[slylock-syl]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SLY !!! I hope you have a wonderful time !

Thankies, Noko! 💜 ‘Twas indeed a wonderful day!~ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ ✿

SDKGJSDLHGKSDG “COMIC MONSTER”- Thanku! (つ ் ▽ ் )つ

Many Thank!! *:･ﾟ✧ ♪~ ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ

fjghSLDKGJSD nOX- X’D

I’m gonna heckin’ cRY witH aLL the KinDnESS- ✧ﾟ･:*ヽ(;ヮ;ヽ)

It’s just like that, dear anon! “Syl” is indeed “sil” as in “silly” XD And jgkHLSDJG ThANK X’D

So many birthday wishes omL- BIG Thank you all of you!! ;W; 💜💙

[marlynnofmany]

Invisible Songs

I love how this turned out.

Here’s the prompt, thanks to @mari13606: 

Someone who appears to be deaf/hard of hearing (signs, doesn’t react to many noises if at all, hates it when smth doesn’t have cc, etc.) But it turns out, they can only hear the music of other people, like an aura except instead of it being color it’s sound. Each persons is a unique song/sound w/e and can divulge info as simple as mood or complex as personality. 

The story: 1037 words

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A year ago, my world went silent. The doctors told me the particulars, which of several genetic disorders was to blame, but I had enough shouting elders in my family tree that it wasn’t a surprise. Twelve months since I’ve heard a human voice, and I only spent one in rage and despair. Family had shown me what to expect.

But nobody said anything about the music.

Eleven months ago, I heard a soaring aria, faint and tinny but real. I stood up in my living room, rotating in place, trying to find the source. A shadow at the window told me that someone had probably rung the doorbell. But my doorbell didn’t sound like that.

I yanked open the door in time to see a delivery person heading back to her truck. She gave me a wave, her steps jaunty and her attention elsewhere. I was too dumbstruck to wave back. As she got into the truck and zoomed away, the music faded. I stepped forward to follow, and stumbled against a package.

Everything was quiet again. The package was nothing; some light bulbs and soap I’d ordered online. My thoughts whirling, I took it inside and spent a frustrating afternoon trying to find things that I could hear.

Since I worked from home, sending many an email about web development and rarely seeing people face-to-face, it was a while before I heard the music again. This time I had gone out to empty the trash, and as I lowered the lid with its usual silence, a burst of death metal made me jump.

No one was behind me with speakers, or in a nearby yard having a party. The only person on the street was the neighbor across the way, who was scraping his shoe on the grass with dramatic fury.

I stared. He was clearly shouting, waving his arms and everything, but all I heard was discordant electric guitars.

A child appeared at the window, surely asking what had happened, and the tempo slowed. By the time the man had left his shoes by the door and gone inside, the tune in my ears sounded more like classic rock. It wasn’t a song I’d ever heard before.

I left the trash can and circled the block, listening as hard as I could. With each neighbor I encountered, their voices were silent, but something sang.

The woman gardening sounded like a pastoral scene in a movie, all skirling flutes and good cheer. The man carrying groceries from his car sounded like a workout montage as he strained to lift all the bags at once. The children playing soccer each had a different version of the same song following them about; it spiked with excitement when someone scored a goal, and hummed in anticipation when the next round began.

I didn’t know what to make of this. I went home and scheduled a doctor’s appointment. That was eleven months ago. By ten, the doctor had tested everything and said politely that he didn’t believe me. I gave up on answers.

Nine months ago, I started spending time in coffee shops for the music. Many people passed through, some staying longer than others. At first it was exhilarating, being able to hear something, many somethings! But the songs were unpleasant more often than not, accompanying people under stress of one type or another. I tried other places that people gathered: the park, the movie theater, even the library. That one was the most likely to sound peaceful, but not as much as I’d expected. I started to get discouraged.

Eight months ago, I heard a crow sing.

It was so unlike the rough caw that I remembered, I stopped in my tracks and laughed. The crow was happily eating something: a bit of fast food that someone had left on a bench, and the music surrounding it was the most cheerful of reggae tunes.

When I laughed, it startled and flew off in a flutter of chase scene drums. I apologized to it and crossed the street so it could return to such a delightful meal. Instead of going home, I went to the woods outside of town for some birdwatching.

Seven months ago, I did my research, cleared space in the yard, bought the supplies, and built a proper atrium. I filled it with the happiest songbirds you’ve ever heard. They have every need met, and I spend a good portion of my days there, laptop at hand and seeds ready to scatter. I can’t hear the chirps of my birds, or the jingle of their toys, but I hear their joy.

Web development pays well, thankfully, and I haven’t lacked in funds to care for my new feathered family. They are happy, and I thought seven months ago that I’d heard the best there was to hear.

Then six months ago, a cat passed through my yard, and sang me a new song. One of curiosity, and stealth, and a mix of peace and excitement that the birds could never match.

I started researching again.

Five months ago, I brought home three adult cats that the shelter knew to be sisters. The car ride was full of anxious violins, but once they explored the house and realized they could stay, they sang me a song full of such purring love that I couldn’t stop crying.

By the four month mark, they had settled into a routine of sunbeams, treats, windows overlooking the atrium, and the occasional high-octane gallop through the house. My life is no longer silent. It is full of an ever-changing orchestra of largely good moods.

Three months ago, I set up a “catio” on the other side of the yard from the atrium, to let the cats spend time out in the breeze without worrying about losing them to cars or dogs. They like this arrangement just fine, and the birds have learned to ignore them.

Two months ago, I was sure that this time, I was set.

One month ago, I was even more certain.

Yesterday I took a walk by the river, and heard a fish sing. It was devastatingly beautiful.

Today I am researching aquariums.

[chrismerle]

@mari13606 replied to your post: Last Line Tag Game

May I join in @shaicarus ?

you may!

[penny-anna]

Happy birthday!

thank you! <3

[charlesoberonn]

Happy birthday!!!!

Thank you, gay greaser.

[elsewhereuniversity]

A Name

It was an accident. A scroll through the usual sites brought to a halt by a single name. A fae name. Someone begging for help, having bartered for the wrong thing, somehow gaining the name instead. It becomes branded in my mind as I stare at it. With a click, I close the page, the computer, and dash out of the library. I tuck all my electronics to the bottom of my bag quickly as panic sets in. Sparks of magic dance invisible in the air around me at my high emotions. I wouldn't be able to help in time. They would be dead before I could finish gathering the supplies. But I refused to let anyone touch me or mine, and that included the creature coming for me tonight.

At the silver signal of the moonlight, I slip outside. The moon is bright, though not yet full. Leaves dance across the concrete next to the pool, partners to the wind playing with my short hair. Noting the time, I sit in the moonlight, dipping my feet into the water. It's still warm from the sun, the bite of autumn not yet strong enough to nip at the warm temperatures. I'm not left waiting long.

When she steps out, it is into shadow. From where I sit, I can see her. Rich robes appear to drape of her thin, elongated form. Jewelry glints at the shallow moonlight that fell through the trees, though there was little to do so. But through it I saw a more monstrous and twisted form, less elegant but no less powerful. For once I was glad of my mixed heritage. She spoke first, "Girl, you know why I've come. Return my name and I'll let your family live,"

I didn't acknowledge her. She knew what she was doing, if she wished to speak to me and negotiate, she would do it properly, and with respect. I had the advantage here, and she knew it. So I simply kept swirling my feet lazily in the warm water, drinking in the moonlight. The fae paused for a long while. While boredom was beginning to get to me, I pushed through, reminding myself of the steep consequences should I fail. Eventually, she lost patience.

"Fine," she growled, "What is your name, and what do you wish from me, o mortal one?"

I did not let my small pleasure show, simply swirling my feet as I answered.

"You may call me F."

The fae was not pleased, but continued "And what do you wish from me, F?"

"A bargain, with your name and a request."

The fae smiled, catlike and predatory. "The last one to know my name did not fair so well, why do you think you can use it when he couldn't?"

I used her name, ordering her to take exactly two steps forward and pause. Her face twisted in shock as she obediently did so. I carefully stood, the motion drawing her attention back to me.

"Do you still doubt me?" I whispered

"No,"

"Good. All I have to request of you is simple. In exchange for your name, you will not return to the human realm in any capacity, nor send anyone or anything under your control or command to the human realm for ten thousand years. These terms will apply the moment you take back your name."

She stared at me in shock. What I was requesting was a complete disconnect from this realm, a forced start over. Few things could live for ten thousand years, and even fae usually died before then. If they lived long enough, they'd be starting in a completely different world, with no connections other than their fellow fae or maybe a few small gods.

The faes eyes narrowed into slits, and she opened her mouth to barter or argue- I cut her off.

"It is that or no deal."

She growled, searching my face for weakness, for fear, for some crack to dig into. But I had faced worse within my own home. The reckless acts of a desperate fae were childish compared to my daily experience.

Seemingly giving up, she nodded.

"Are we in agreement?"

"Yes, I will take back my name and leave this realm for ten thousand years."

"And not return in any capacity nor send any under your control or command during that time, these terms will begin the moment you accept your name."

The fae growled, but repeated the full terms back.

I felt it leave me. The power flowed back like sheets being pulled out from under me, quick and almost painless. The fae dissapeared when it fully left, returned to whatever realm they had come from. There would be retaliation, of that I was sure. But it wouldn't come tonight, so I gathered myself and slunk back to my room, where I finally let out all of the fear and pain. I never wanted to know another fae name again.

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[lovelylapins]

since everything’s a little weird right now & most seem to be bored I thought we could play a quarantine game 💘 answer the following! 1. how has your day been? 2. what is the last thing that made you smile? 3. what’s keeping you entertained these days? 4. if you are in some kind of quarantine/self isolation: is there anything you’d like to achieve in this time? 5. post a selfie! (if your comfortable with that) 6. last but not least send this to some mutuals to keep the game going 🥰

omg this seems so cool!!!

1. my day has sadly been spent doing class work lol i stayed up last night doing accounting and spent most of my day on a paper :/ (if only online courses paused like the world did right now lol)

2. the last thing that made me smile was this video i’m watching for this fashion course i’m taking to help me get a better grasp on fashion for fics!! it’s so interesting to learn more about the fashion world and how fashion really isn’t based on clothing but change and i really think it’ll help me get a better view on marinette when i write!

3. no one laugh but i’ve been getting back into anime and 👉👈 it do be entertaining... also i have this huge obsession with any film keira knightley’s in so i’ve been working through all her period pieces (anna karenina is next on my list as soon as i watch the 2020 version of emma that recently came out) and i shit y’all not those movies are the only things that help me write sometimes

4. i’m really hoping to 1) finish all my fics for zines 2) finish clockwork ch 3 and 3) not lose my mind the more i rot away in my room <3

5. i’m shy but okay 🙈

6. hmm let’s see i’ll tag @heizerux @inkshila @chatalyst @chataclysmes and @bevvydraws!