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[whygodohgodwhy]

Conversation Prompt

“I don’t know why you guys keep saying that it was an unhappy marriage, it was a very happy marriage. We both got exactly what we wanted out of it.”

“Which was?”

“Companionship. Financial security. And for people to stop asking us when we were going to get married.”

[writing-challenges-and-prompts]

Writing Prompt: Dialogue

"It's for, let's just say -- make it more effective against fleshy targets."

[veeaziel]

every day i am percieved™️

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

There is a reason for this though!

The original tweet summarizes it pretty well. Fanfic tends to be popular among certain types of neurodivergent people (aka people most likely to read excessively as a child, and have burnout as an adult) for the same reasons that we tend to hyperfixate–neurochemical signaling (I hope I’m using that phrase correctly). What I mean is, for people who are really dependent on changes in dopamine/serotonin/neurotransmitter levels, who have low levels or wonky neural reward systems (perhaps the most common types of neurodivergence)…people like us rely on dependable external sources of those neurochemicals. In order to function, we spend a lot of our free time trying to level out our brain chemistry using things that can reliably bring us a steady stream of joyful moments (rewards) without costing too much of the mental effort that is already in short supply. 

significantly: the investment of reading has to be balanced with a steady “return on investment”–and this return has to start fairly quickly. because again, we don’t have a lot of attention/energy to invest on tiring things. we have perpetual “low batteries” in that regard.

that doesn’t mean these stories are “simple,” or that they lack complexity or value–only that the reward has to come in short regular intervals, and it has to have a low “upfront cost.” these stories are only “easy” to read in the sense that the effort we put into them is rewarded in a timely manner. which is why fanfic stories are so perfectly formulated for neurodivergent readers–they are often beautifully written, but skip a lot of the upfront costs (of introducing new characters, of world-building, of getting the audience emotionally connected to the story elements).

the nature of fanfiction is that the reader has a pre-existing relationship with this world and these characters. that–combined with the shorter average length of fics–means that fan fics very quickly start rewarding the reader in a way that traditional fiction struggles to. that’s not a bad thing! and maybe it’s something more traditionally published writers should be paying attention to.

Fanfic, as a genre, has been uniquely helpful and accessible to many neurodivergent readers who would otherwise struggle to immerse themselves in stories. I’m glad so many of you have found a way to love and enjoy reading again! The important thing is that you are spending time inside stories you love–the way those stories are published or presented to the world is just one detail. The fact that you find joy in the process of reading (or listening!) to stories–that is what matters.

[attackofjak]

I feel understood 🥰

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

a bunch of people have reblogged this with the default “i feel called out” reaction….and i know when we say that we mean it tongue-in-cheek….but this comment sorta blew my mind & shifted my perspective up and to the left a little thank you♥

[zadabug98]

The Serotonin is stored in the Ao3

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

The Serotonin is stored in the Ao3

[serakosumosu]

@deadcatwithaflamethrower

[deadcatwithaflamethrower]

Yo, bring it on.

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Neighbors

“To new neighbors.” “To new neighbors with kids.” “To new neighbors who instead of baking us a welcome lasagna invite our kids over for pizza and movies.” “And bring us our own pizza too.” Cling

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Bonding Experiences

Prompt: “Our friendship is built on the foundation of a shared hatred of pinball machines and a shared joy in watching them be destroyed.”“It’s a strange foundation.”“It’s stronger than any other I’ve ever made.”whygodohwhy Continue reading

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[lacetulle]

Paolo Sebastian | Once Upon A Dream

[eureicca]

Water Tribe Ambassador Katara is real

[franception]

a witcher sketch request from the 600 followers thing! (i grouped some of them together bc they were similar) 

[lookingbackatfashionhistory]

• Wedding Dress of A.A. Radkevich (Panaeva).

Place of origin: Russia, St. Petersburg

Date: 1910

Medium: Silk, tulle, satin, silver thread, beads, bugles, sequins.

[fidellius]

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help you look for your stuff?” he said. “Oh no,” said Luna. “No, I think I’ll just go down and have some pudding and wait for it all to turn up…It always does in the end….Well, have a nice holiday, Harry.” “Yeah…yeah, you too.” She walked away from him, and as he watched her go, he found that the terrible weight in his stomach seemed to have lessened slightly.

-Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

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I just love Luna.

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So I keep writing these drabbles for these random characters I created. And I’ve even created a vague world-story for them. And the vaguest of vague plot possibilities.

And I really want to develop them, and see if I can come up with a real full-on plot. I want to see what craziness they get up to when presented with an actual conflict. (I mean they’re practically writing themselves in the drabbles KNOCK ON WOOD I don’t want to jinx them!)

 But I also start classes again in TWO DATS and will once again have NO TIME to write. Let alone to get distracted with entire world-building and plot development.

My poor... poor characters. Forever doomed to drabbles. I’m sorry.

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Letters

Three Things Prompt: ink-stained hands, a paperback book, jazz music

The office door is open when Marni approaches. Down the hall, she can already hear the soft tones of soothing jazz pouring from the room. Reaching the door, however, she’s faced with a sight completely at odds with the relaxing music. The piles of papers have strengthened and even increased their territorial claim: they are scattered across the desk and chairs, open filing cabinet drawers, and the floor itself. Taped to the walls are several charts detailing various class schedules and educational requirements. One has even been taped over several shelves of books. Open on the desk, and at risk of falling over at even the hint of a careless movement, are inkpots of various colors. Marni sighs and debates leaving the harried man to his current and, in her opinion, far more worthy, duties.

Instead, she taps politely on the doorframe to not startle James in his furious scribbling. “Hey there, Marni,” he says without glancing up. His tone seems calm enough, not frantic or panicked. The later stages of marking and planning then. The tears and calls for mercy have passed — for the moment at least. Perhaps this could be worse timing, then.

“I come bearing caffeinated gifts,” she announces holding up the coffee cup. This one has words and a fox on it. It’s from Heather if she remembers right. She’s never been sure if James allows it because the younger kids don’t recognize the joke, or if he is simply too enamored with the fox to realize what the mug says. Marni just makes sure that its use is primarily confined to the study.

The mention of coffee spurs him to look up, eyes bright and with an excited smile, like offering candy to a toddler she thinks, spreading across his face. Marni moves towards the desk and places the mug down on the warmer, swiping up the empty “Master Magician” mug — probably from Randy — that was shoved to the corner. She moves over to the file cabinet next, where there’s a “Leader of Tiny Humans” — from Alison maybe? — mug and snatches it off the top of the structure.

“That’s not all you have,” James declares as she reaches for a precariously perched stack of notes with her other hand. She shoves them into the folder tucked under her arm and slams shut the open cabinet drawer they’d been about to fall off of. Instead of answering, Marni looks around for other paperwork that she can kidnap.

“I reviewed that paperback, the one you were thinking of for history. I don’t know, James. Seems a little… well toeing the line isn’t it?” She turns just in time to see him set a feather quill down. Oh, perhaps she could have had better timing. He only pulls out the real feather quill when he’s particularly frustrated or upset. He doesn’t need to use one, Marni has never seen him once lose control, but he says it’s good sometimes to have the reminder.

“That’s part of the point,” he grouses. “We are supposed to be teaching after all, despite what others may think. And I’m guessing that the letter sticking out of your folder is from some of those others.”

“It’s from the Council,” Marni admits. James mumbles something unkind under his breath but holds out his ink-spattered hand. His other hand is cradling his head. He’s going to get ink in his hair again, Marni thinks. She pulls the envelope out and hands it over.

James motions towards the chair at the end of the desk. It’s the only surface clear of paperwork and Marni’s unofficial-official chair and workspace. She has her own office, but this time of year it’s just easier to keep the chaos contained in one room. She sets the empty mugs on the floor and sits, flipping her folder open on her lap.

“I’m surprised they’d send something,” she admits, comparing one of the pages to a stack on her corner of the desk. “Usually they at least have the courtesy to wait until this is all finished up at least. Better to interrogate you by way of completed reports then.”

James vigorously stabs a letter opener through the envelope. “Yes, well, when it comes to politics there’s no understanding the minds of—" he halts as he unfolds the letter. Marni doesn’t have time to ask. He’s already turning it so she can see. Next to the black Council seal, is the bright red seal of the Seers.

Marni forces herself to move, carefully releasing the pages and closing the folder once more. She clasps her hands in the air above the delicate papers. “That’s… unusual,” she admits. “Does it say what they want?” James turns the letter back around and reads. She clasps her hands tighter; she has control. Perhaps she should have moved the folder to the desk where the delicate papers would be safer. “Could it be something to do with Alison?”

Finally, he sets the letter down. “All it really says is a request for my presence.” He clasps his own hands beneath his chin, but James does not do it in a bid to maintain control. He’s thinking through the possible implications, what this might mean for them. “Probably,” he admits after a moment. He meets her eyes again. “I’ll leave tomorrow.”

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Eclipse Dreams

Three Things Prompt: an eclipse, a dress, a lover

Her hand rests gently on the his cheek. Both of his are on her hips, his thumbs rubbing slow circles on the small patch of skin between the waistband of her jeans and the hem of her t-shirt. Her thumb gently caresses his cheekbone in reply. She breathes slowly, and he matches her breath for breath. But she doesn’t lean in for a kiss. He wishes she would. He knows she won’t. He doesn’t want to let go, he can’t.

It’s not him who lets go.

Her gaze moves away from his and catches on something behind him. Why can’t she just keep looking at him instead? He never wants to tear his eyes away from her. But she is going to be torn away from him, nonetheless. She steps back, too sudden for him to even tighten his hands and pull her close to him. His arms fall empty to his sides. He is still staring at her, but she will not look back at him. Her gaze is captured by the sky instead. He knows from the last time how beautiful it must be. But now it is both beautiful and terrible. He wants to watch her beauty in these final moments, rather than see the sight that, while it once marked her arrival, now will mark her departure. He just wants to see her.

No, he doesn’t actually, not to see her leave like this. When he let himself hope that she might never have to. But he has to watch. Has to burn these last moments into his eyes, into his mind, into his thoughts and dreams.

It will all be as if it was a dream. That’s what she had told him.

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“Don’t worry,” she said, as they laid together on a blanket under a bright sun-filled sky. The grass was warm under them. “If the time comes, you will simply forget. And you will be as happy as you were before.”

“I don’t want to forget you,” he responded, his hand tightening its grip on hers. “And I am far happier now, with you here.”

She chuckled. “It will be a different happy, but still good. Calmer, content and peaceful. My presence,” she said, “is not one that brings peace. You will have that when the time comes for me to go. You deserve that peace.”

“You said if before. If the time comes,” he accused. She raised her free hand, shielding her eyes even as she stared straight at the sun. He winced and had to resist the urge to reach over and cover her eyes. The sight would cause her no harm.

“The time will come,” she said after a moment, and turned back to him. Her eyes shined with that same light as the sun. She reached over, cupped his cheek, and gently kissed him. “But you will be far happier for this time together. And the dream will bring you peace and joy even if it is only a dream.”

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He watches her step further away. He cannot let her go. He doesn’t have to because it is out of his control.

The sky is bright with stars and as she moves away it’s as if all that starlight is soaked into her clothes, into her skin, into her hair. Her jeans sparkle with the shine of the stars. Her white shirt turns silvery. Her dark hair seems to take on a sheen to match that of the blue-black night sky.

She steps again. She’s going to walk past him now. But too far away for him to reach, to touch one last time. He cannot move, and he will not be able to turn and watch her, he knows, even though he never wants to tear his gaze from her. She still looks only towards the sky. She breathes carefully again. He thinks he can feel the universe shifting around him. Finally, she turns to look at him. She is just barely within his clear line of vision. She does not say anything, only smiles kindly, beatifically. Her clothes seem to be changing still, taking on a faint red sheen along with the silvery and black of the night. Soaking up the red non-light of the moon behind him. She looks back to the sky, to the moon, another step, and in his peripheral he can see the image of a silvery-red gown. Of blue-black locks tumbling loose from their braid to fall around her shoulders. The hem of the dress just barely brushing the tips of the green grass. Then, she is gone. He does not see her leave, and there is no sound. But there is an emptiness in the field that was not there before. And he knows.

He turns and looks up at the night sky, at the bright red of the full moon in its total eclipse and closes his eyes. He breathes in.

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“OOF!” he breathes out as something heavy lands on his chest.

“You fell asleep!” his little sister accuses, and he opens his eyes. “You missed the whole thing, lazy!” He glances up into the sky. The moon is still red, but it seems that the eclipse reached its maximum and is now moving back towards a partial eclipse. Did he really miss it? He remembers watching the slow progress. Remembers setting out the blanket with his sister. Remembers her raising one hand, as if to cover her eyes from the sun, even though it was night, and pointing out the different stars and constellations he has taught her. Remembers watching together as the eclipse began.

Blue-black hair, a silvery-red gown.

He shakes the grogginess from his head and wraps an arm around his sister, tossing her gently from him. “What, and you stayed awake that whole time?” he demands.

“Yup,” she giggles and squirms away before he can trap her to tickle her. He sighs and flops back down, staring up into the sky. “Come on,” she prods stepping closer again, “you said we could have hot chocolate before bed!”

“But I’m in bed,” he complains. “You said it yourself: I was asleep!”

“Not outside!” she complains. “You promised!” She adds when he makes no further comment. She steps closer and nudges him with a pink-converse-clad foot. He takes the opportunity. Rising quickly to his feet he grabs her around the waist and under the knees, tossing her over his shoulder. She squeals in mixed outrage and excitement, jean-clad legs kicking helplessly. He turns towards the house.

“Well come on then!” he says, “hot chocolate awaits!” He spares one last glance for the sky, still surprised that he fell asleep. Oh well, it wasn’t his first eclipse. He feels his sister thwap at his back with her long-black braid, ordering him to move. There will be other eclipses, anyways.

It will all be as if it was a dream, a voice had once said, until it is time for you to remember.

[naity-sama]

Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

[littlestsecret]

Appetite -  craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal

Arouse -  agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up

Assault -  attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound Beautiful -  admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting Brutal -  atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild Burly – able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed Carnal -  animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean Dangerous -  alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous Dark -  atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched Delicious - enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty Ecstasy -  delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled Ecstatic -  delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild Erotic -  amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing Gasp -  catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded  Heated - ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous Hunger -  appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst Hungry -  avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting Intense -  forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous Liquid -  damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping Lithe - agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry Moan - beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl Moving -  (exciting,) affecting, effective  arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling Need -  compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen Pain -  ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart Painful -  aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded Perverted -  aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile  Pleasurable -  charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent Pleasure -  bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven  Rapacious-  avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering Rapture -  bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy Rigid -  adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering Sudden -  abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning Thrust -  (forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel (push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick Thunder-struck - amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback  Torment - agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe Touch -  (physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap  (mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize Wet - bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water Wicked -  abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched Writhe -  agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank 

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Soulful Music

Prompt:

“Where’s A? I thought they wanted to talk to me?”

“They ran off to get their instrument, no matter how badly they play you have to be impressed. They poured their heart and soul into it.”

From: Dialogue Prompts

“Where’s Trisha?” Kris ties off the thread he was working with and reaches for another ball of yarn. “I thought she wanted to talk to me?”

Rachel shoves her hands into her back pockets, playing at casual as she leans against the doorframe. “Well yeah, she did,” she admits, releasing one hand to scrape unruly red curls out of her face. Maybe she should just chop it off again. It worked last time, even if Trisha cried.

“Well then, where is she? Or do you at least know what she wanted?” Kris demands, unrolling the skein and cutting off a sizable amount.

“It was about that lyre of hers, you know about this, right? That she’s trying to repair it.” Rachel watches his wrinkled fingers as they twist the strands of yarn into knots, each one different in shape and size, but with a purpose. Not that she knows what half of them mean or are meant for. And he’s so fast, she can barely follow the movement. She’s seen his hands shake just from grasping a mug for too long. How he manages this is a marvel. Certainly not her specialty. She’ll stay out in the gardens, thank you very much.

“Yes,” he interrupts her musings. “The girl’s been badgering me for help. I gave her what I could. If it’s more of that than just tell her again that this isn’t the kind of thing as can be rushed. She ought to work with what I gave her and in a week or two we can see what progress there is.

“Well that’s exactly the thing,” Rachel hedges. Kris glances up but then doesn’t want to meet those wrinkled brows. She watches his fingers instead, they’re still flying and he’s working with five colors now. When did he even add them? “I know you haven’t worked with Trisha much yet… But she wants to take on your specialty you know. Inanimates.”

“Spit it out,” he says, and it’s slow, not an exclamation. Her eyes flash up and meet his.

“Kris, she would cry over a dust mote! She took what you gave her and she poured her heart and soul into the thing!”

There’s a beat of silence. First the silence, then his fingers finally pause in their movements a second later. Another of silence and stillness both. Finally, carefully: “So where is she now?” he asks, his gaze boring into hers.

“She ran off after the silly thing!”

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Good Morning?

Based on the three-word-prompt: pancakes, cemeteries, and an overwhelming feeling of shame

-- from Writing Prompts

Marni stepped into the kitchen and immediately wished she’d gone out with Alison and Sylvia. What’s a little rain to her, after all? And when the invitation was coming from them, Marni could be pretty certain that they weren’t inviting her simply because it was raining. Sylvia just enjoyed having company and Alison would put up with just about anything Sylvia asked for, even spending more time than necessary with other people.

Marni wondered if, somehow, Alison’s Skill had given her an inkling of the events in the kitchen. If so, it would be nice if the empath had shared as much when offering the invitation. But Alison didn’t really share much with anyone beyond Sylvia, and Sylvia would have just jumped at the idea of going out, no questions asked.

Oddities of the company and rain aside, she should have gone with them.

“Randy,” she called to the rusty brunette standing at the stove, “what are you doing?” She faintly tried to recall chores this week, perhaps he was simply on clean-up duty? That seemed unlikely from Heather’s expression, where she leaned against the counter. If Heather was at all sane, it would have matched Marni’s own exasperated terror. Heather simply smiled a pleased grin. At least she was merciful enough to pour out a cup of coffee from the pot beside her. Marni accepted the mug gratefully and took a large sip. Coffee from Heather was never too hot.

She considered the values of pure caffeine over the mercy on her tastebuds of added cream and sugar. Once the shock of black coffee and caffeine as a whole hit her system, she usually preferred the rest of her brew to not taste like sludge.

“Don’t worry, I’m here for damage control,” Heather stated reminding Marni’s morning-brain of her earlier concerns. Keep it black, then.

“Damage control?” Marni echoed, eyeing Randy carefully.

“Shush! I’m concentratin’ over here!” he called out.

“And now you’re here too! It’ll be fine,” Heather ignored him. “I even got Sylvia out of the house, so no risk from that front.”

“Hey, the lil’ Firefly’s been doin’ much better!” Randy insisted. Concentrating on his task did not foreclose the possibility of conversation on his part, just conversation from others. At least Marni now knew the true origins of the girls’ decision to go to the coffee shop. Heather probably had to do no more than drop a comment about how fun it would be to get out this morning, rain or no rain and Sylvia would have been halfway out the door, unaware that she had been played, Alison following at her coattails.

“Randy, turn it off and step away. In that order,” she added. The coffee was finally putting her common sense in its rightful place. Everyone else seemed to have left theirs in bed. “You heard James. If there’s an accident you will be so dead that we won’t even have to transport your body to the cemetery—you’ll already be buried. And I. Will. Help.”

“Oh calm down, Marn, I’m almost done. Yer such a fusspot,” Randy called over his shoulder.

“You heard the man, he’s fine. And we’re both here as backup,” Heather soothed, but she was grinning widely. Cat caught the canary for certain. Marni looked her up and down, but Heather’s hands were wrapped innocently around her coffee cup.

“So what, you’re assisting him now?” Marni demanded.

“I am absolutely not helping him,” Heather declared, then added, “Randy offered, and I was here.” She set her half-empty coffee cup on the counter beside her, running an idle finger along the mug’s handle.

“Heathen said if I couldn’t flip a jack, then I couldn’t even be trusted with a waffle iron. I told her I’d put any iron to shame.”

“You goaded him!” Marni hissed at Heather.

“Overwhelmin’ shame. I’ll bury it in a mountain of shame! Her and the iron!” Randy continued. Heather did not comment, simply observed her grey-tipped fingers. Marni turned towards Randy, intent on turning off the stove herself. He was just lifting the stove-top waffle iron to flip it. There was a gust of wind from the open window behind her, and it caught the flame of the gas stove.

There were no cemeteries – only because Marni and Heather were able to mitigate the kitchen damage to a couple of particularly hideous kitchen towels and James’ favorite tablecloth which Randy had for some unfathomable reason placed on the counter by the stove instead of on the table.

There was an overwhelming shame. Mostly on the part of Randy as it took him months to grow his burnt hair back out. James had declared that, because she shared in the blame, Heather should share in the results and her hair was also chopped. Unfortunately, she quite took to her new, short, hairstyle. The fact that she was relegated to kitchen clean-up and not allowed pancakes or waffles, even at family breakfasts, for the same amount of time was at least more effective.

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