#screets

[deckeman]

him...

[nonhumanresources]

mfw I want to buy wyrmspan but it's $55 and I could take out a writing commission for that I Guess but also I have exams coming up

[fantaseaaa]

I was scrolling down Beyoncé’s tumblr and I was so in awe cause wow, that woman has truly lived life.

[looceyloo]

A batch of artwork for my Art Drive for Palestine!

I love seeing everyone's characters and thank you to everyone who has donated! The art drive is currently closed as I catch up on other work and rest a bit, but I will post when it is open again.

Ellywick Sweetclover, Gnome Light Cleric for @biblix

Screet Knightson, College of Spirits Bard for @moon-wolfie

Hassan Tidekeeper, genasi Zealot Barbarian for @captainodonnell

Scylla, the drow for cirilla_q on twitter

Wren Samara, Fallen Aasimar "Cleric" (Warlock) for @grand-theftautumn

Aurora, tiefling College of Lore Bard/Divine Soul Sorcerer for @stephanoodle

[obitobi-simp]

Saw you reblogging the boob post

Of course you like boon

That's your man 😔✊

he isn't just my man

His obiboobs his obithighs

a voice that skratches an itch in my brain

A voice that would make my ears orgasem if they could

Her tobitits

Her beautiful ass she's not hiding behind a mask

Her warcrimes

Her only crime was being to sexy for this world

Don't get me started on his mental illness and other issus he has/i project onto him

Fuck spirit animals he's my spirit disorder like litterly i have movies of him in my head 20/7

There's a whole ass AU i have of him and screet lore and multiverse kind of thing only i know and only told pices and overvew of with like 2 ppl (btw pls send asks abt it i swaer it'sgood)

No one get's him the way i do call me kakashi the way i'm obssesed with him but only in my brain

[madhatterbri]

My Damian Priest girlies,

Does anyone know who the author might be for this story?

i found a story about damian on here something about screet Santa. I don't even know who the author was. I just know in the description that the rest of the judgment was mentioned

The story has been found!

The story was written by @teamchasezwrites .

You can find the story here.

[abisbookcase]

100+ songs that remind me of buddie: the ship between evan "buck" buckley + eddie diaz from 9-1-1 (tv show)

photograph - ed sheeran

sucker - jonas brothers

fix you - coldplay

clarity - zedd & foxes

everybody talks - neon trees

earned it (fifty shades of grey) - the weeknd

cardigan - taylor swift

august - taylor swift

the 30th - billie eilish

sunsetz - cigarettes after sex

sweet - cigarettes after sex

K. - cigarettes after sex

love of my life - harry styles

i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys

the way i loved you (taylor's version) - taylor swift

everything has changed (taylor's version) - taylor swift & ed sheeran

fine line - harry styles

watching him fade away - mac demarco

jealousy, jealousy - olivia rodrigo

apocalypse - cigarettes after sex

sofia - clairo

we fell in love in october - girl in red

ribs - lorde

i love you so - the walters

until i found you - stephen sanchez & em beihold

golden hour - JVKE

crush - cigarettes after sex

karma - taylor swift

bags - clairo

getaway car - taylor swift

don't blame me - taylor swift

issues - julia micheals

heavenly - cigarettes after sex

memories - conan gray

lay all your love on me - ABBA

head over heels - ABBA

ceilings - lizzy mcalpine

all i wanted - paramore

i love you - billie eilish

heather - conan gray

what a time - julia micheals & niall horan

make up your mind - florence + the machine

look after you - the fray

sparks - coldplay

king of my heart - taylor swift

false god - taylor swift

rumour has it - adele

the great war - taylor swift

maroon - taylor swift

gorgeous - taylor swift

lovers rock - TV girl

why'd you only call me when you're high? - arctic monkeys

beautiful boy (darling boy) remastered 2010 - john lennon

daylight - david kushner

halley's comet - billie eilish

can't feel my face - the weeknd

shameless - camila cabello

ME! - taylor swift & brendon urie of panic! at the disco

all too well (10 minute version - taylor's version) - taylor swift

this love (taylor's version) - taylor swift

enchanted (taylor's version) - taylor swift

midnight rain - taylor swift

the 1 - taylor swift

kiss me - ed sheeran

mine (taylor's version) - taylor swift

lavender haze - taylor swift

hits different - taylor swift

afterglow - taylor swift

lover - taylor swift

red (taylor's version) - taylor swift

i don't wanna live forever (fifty shades darker) - ZAYN & taylor swift

style (taylor's version) - taylor swift

"slut!" (taylor's version - from the vault) - taylor swift

daylight - taylor swift

wildest dreams (taylor's version) - taylor swift

how you get the girl (taylor's version) - taylor swift

you are in love (taylor's version) - taylor swift

golden - harry styles

say yes to heaven - lana del rey

lover (remix) - taylor swift & shawn mendes

training wheels - melanie martinez

scott screet - phoebe bridgers

glue song - beabadoobee

kiss me - sixpence none the richer

something just like this - the chainsmokers & coldplay

still into you - paramore

those eyes - new west

can't take my eyes off you - boys town gang

angeleyes - ABBA

because i liked a boy - sabrina carpenter

sleep it off - niki & gabi

never felt so alone - labrinth

chemtrails over the country club - lana del rey

only love can hurt like this - paloma faith

my love mine all mine - mitski

moment in the sun - sunflower bean

you're losing me (from the vault) - taylor swift

paris - taylor swift

the lucky one (taylor's version) - taylor swift

snap out of it - arctic monkeys

labyrinth - taylor swift

starlight (taylor's version) - taylor swift

company - justin bieber

never really over - katy perry

i lived - onerepublic

the night we met - lord huron

heart to heart - mac demarco

rises the moon - liana flores

about you - the 1975

fight or flight - conan gray

deja vu - olivia rodrigo

you found me - the fray

paris - the chainsmokers

murder on the dancefloor - sophie ellis-bextor

want to want me - jason derulo

hands to myself - selena gomez

late night talking - harry styles

astronomy - conan gray

the only exception - paramore

can't help falling in love - elvis presley

the boy is mine - brandy & monica

last dance - scratch massive & maud geffray

ur so pretty - wasia project

34+35 - ariana grande

good days - SZA

falling in love - cigarettes after sex

keep on loving you - cigarettes after sex

marry you - bruno mars

walk me home - p!nk

people help the people - birdy

now that we don't talk (taylor's version - from the vault) - taylor swift

suburban legends (taylor's version - from the vault) - taylor swift

open arms - SZA & travis scott

movies - conan gray

let the light in - lana del rey & father john misty

margaret - lana del rey & bleachers

need you now - lady A

i miss you, i'm sorry - gracie abrams

sex on fire - kings of leon

end of beginning - djo

21 - gracie abrams

only you - cheat codes & little mix

mr. loverman - ricky montgomery

lust for life - lana del rey & the weeknd

saturn - SZA

lover (live from paris) - taylor swift

dress - taylor swift

waiting room - phoebe bridgers

kiss you - one direction

someone to you - BANNERS

little freak - harry styles

i hear a symphony - cody fry

do i wanna know? - arctic monkeys

till forever falls apart - ashe & FINNEAS

1 step forward, 3 steps back - olivia rodrigo

like real people do - hozier

out of my league - fitz and the tantrums

somewhere only we know - keane

when we were young - adele

maps - maroon 5

young and beautiful - lana del rey

touch tank - quinnie

i found - amber run

invisible string - taylor swift

epiphany - taylor swift

daylight - taylor swift

ivy - taylor swift

sign of the times - harry styles

adore you - harry styles

sunflower, vol.6 - harry styles

let me love you (until you learn to love yourself) - glee cast (version)

somewhere only we know - glee cast (version)

yellow - coldplay

pretty boy - the neighbourhood

the beach - the neighbourhood

whatta man - salt n pepa & en vogue

endgame - taylor swift, ed sheeran & future

delicate - taylor swift

break up with your girlfriend, i'm bored - ariana grande

forever winter (taylor's version - from the vault) - taylor swift

wish you were gay - billie eilish

ivy - frank ocean

i like me better - lauv

toothbrush - DNCE

best friend - rex orange county

no control - one direction

here is the link to the playlist on spofity: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7mpIWOTplXGR7vR4gT34Yi

if you have any other recommendations for songs please let me know and they will go straight into the playlist. also, please don't be disrespectful and this is a reminder that these are my opinions, i hope that you enjoy the playlist!! 💌🤍💋

[ficbrish]

WIP Wednesday

[14May2025]

The draft of "Thin Ice" chapter 3 is still fighting me, but the beginning of it is pretty final. So here it is, a little sneak peak! All angst.

[[cw - NSFW, unenthusiastic consent, sexual self-destruction, alcohol, light gore, rat death, rat eating, abuse, cptsd, hunger, self-loathing]]

Routine.

It's what you do. The steps you follow.

Choreography.

On the ice. A great, big smile.

Make it shine!

Jump—Bright! Spin—Bright! Shine!—Bigger! Brighter!

Routine.

Others do it too. Off the ice.

The flick of a lock.

Knickers pulled down slowly, passed the knees.

More choreography.

Another corporate function. Another catered house party at some board member of something-or-another's fourth penthouse.

A deluge of events like these always accompanied the buzz around Faerûn's upcoming Winter Olympics; throwing together professional athletes with sponsors. Representatives who smiled through the plastic teeth of conglomerations, whose pieced-together names sounded more like chemical compounds than actual industries.

"Feck off!"

Some young, hotshot banker or lawyer bumped into Vistri as she went one way and he was heading another. A drop or two from her champagne glass spilled onto his tailored lapels.

"Feck off yourself!" she retorted back, adopting his accent in a way that felt more playfully suggestive than simple mockery.

They ended up in the privacy of a locked bathroom, his face between her thighs. Her lace knickers wrapped around her ankles like Lolth's webs. The man's head pressed desperately into her parts, his tongue fumbling uselessly with her labia. Vistri kicked her feet into the air, making a game out of balancing her strappy shoe on the tip of her big toe.

Gods, she was so fucking bored.

Perched awkwardly atop the sink, her ass-bone ground horribly into the tacky, imitation marble. No doubt the man took her gasping and wriggling for signs of a job well done.

Vistri rolled her eyes and grabbed the side of his head by his short, brown curls.

"Yeah… Yeah…" she whined, in a lazy imitation of cheap pornography.

Might as well get it over with.

His earlier display of arrogance promised Mr. Angry Big Dick, enough for Vistri to almost feel something as he scratched the small of her back and led her down a quieter hallway. But as usual, she felt nothing and went along with him anyway. She hated the way his type so easily got what they always wanted, but it was too much of a bother to say no.

Going along with it was easier, sometimes quicker, and if you were lucky, you might even get a little bit of a cum out of it.

But as usual, Mr. Angry Big Dick, who was supposed to bend her over and rearrange her guts, turned out to be just another Boardroom Munch who moaned, "Gods, you're so wet," while only lapping up his own spit.

For good measure, Vistri threw in a high-pitched, "Get it, Daddy."

He was spilling over his own leg in no time. She didn't even bother pretend joining him.

"Aradin," he muttered as he sat back panting against the tub.

"What?" she snapped, fixing her lipstick in the mirror.

"'S my name."

"I don't care."

He called her a slut on the way out. She called him a pig.

A hollow, ravenous glut!

Pathetic. So weak.

So hungry.

Astarion's eyes glowed red in the dark.

He wasn't at that elegant party.

Oh, he'd been invited, of course! He just wasn't there. Like all things, his absence was not a matter of his own will. He wasn't there because he couldn't be. There were bindings in the air that bid him elsewhere.

In the dark. In the damp.

Underground.

Plenty of "treats" crawled around at his feet, scurrying between indistinguishable piles of trash rotting into the cement. None of them appetizing. Each choice a brand new horror for Astarion to sink his teeth into.

He'd put it off for as long as he could.

Screeee!—Screet-screet-screet-screet!

The sour music of the sewers. Screeching. Dripping. Sloshing.

No doubt there were sweeter songs in Vistri's ears. Over there. Astarion scoffed; the first sound and movement to have come from him in a while. Enough to slightly startle his prey. Just for a moment, before they went back to their business and paid him no more mind.

They always had live music at those management events. The latest bands and brightest names. Or at least they used to. He combed the crowds of so many of those parties for Cazador. Only the richest, most delectable treats for Father. All the better to tease and torture his children with.

Hope.

Cazador's favorite poison.

Maybe someday you'll share a bite.

Astarion suddenly slammed down his raised foot, stomping on the head of a rat that had unluckily scurried underneath it.

The crunch was sickening.

Its blood didn't sate.

What a dull mind trapped inside such a disgusting body!

He threw the fresh corpse onto the ground to an even fresher chorus of shrieking; and gagging, slowly pulled a stray hair from between his teeth. He stared at it, logging yet another reason to hate himself, then sucked it clean for any stray drops. And of course, there weren't any.

The futility of it ran through him; a sharp shivering.

No doubt Vistri was now feasting on much finer things. Over there. Astarion had forgotten what it was like to be sated. The gnaw of hunger was much more constant than his heart beat these past couple of centuries.

Meanwhile her heart still beat with the furious abandon of the living. He'd sensed it. On the ice. In her fury.

The high, nervous flutter of it in the alley.

No doubt it was fluttering now. Surrounded by corporate praise and genuine admirers both, mixed together into one false smile. White teeth.

Gods! What wouldn't he do to get at that arrogant, indigo throat of hers!? To snap it just like a rat, and drink! Drink plenty. Take her mind, her life, her power and devour it. Make it his. Perhaps ferment the leftovers into a nice vintage.

Imagine the likes of him at a fancy, corporate party. Stained with bits of rat blood. Ravenous.

Aching…

Oh, that party would be crawling with the most wondrously wrapped treats. A vampire could have a real feast at a place like that. A real vampire. Not a spawn. Only a true vampire was worthy of such a gift. A true vampire was akin to demi-god, and only gods were allowed to alter the fate of a sentient life. Claim it themselves.

Receive a sacrifice.

Spawn were forbidden from drinking the blood of thinking creatures. Astarion wasn't even sure if there were any of those left nowadays anyway. He'd probably forever missed his chance.

Pity.

Spawn were forbidden from pretty much anything. Namely, anything that wasn't their master's will. Which made recent events rather… curious.

He'd explicitly defied Cazador by coming out of retirement. And yet… Silence. Nothing. Astarion simply hadn't heard from him.

At all…

And such a silence was louder than any explosion could be.

Admittedly, it was a little unnerving. On the other hand? If one chose to be delusional about it—It was wonderful! Astarion's favorite moments always occurred when he chose to let the delusions win.

Why not have a little fun until reality reared its ugly head?

He should go to that party—Why not? A few hours is still considered fashionably late, no?

No.

He was going to go back to the flat.

Astarion had already been away for a couple of nights. Better to deal with whatever was waiting for him there now than to put if off for any longer.

Actually… banish the thought! If one has the ability to run from their problems, why not?

He sighed.

And headed back to the flat.

[deckeman]

new favorite picture of strong sad. my epic freaking thing

[millyondollarbaby]

Lmao I'm no expert but it would just be entertaining just how some people would consider the most undateable person dateable when they're desperate or just touch starved 😭

Its scary in these Screets. Maybe go to a group counsel for some community, start a tumblr blog.Pray. Dont fuck a loser

[thatweirdnoise]

you know when you're cleaning glass and it does that high screet sound? that's foolish

Mouse vtuber isn't even capturing her movements anymore because she's laughing so hard she went off camera

[crymeariveronceagain]

I went to what had been my father's study, and perhaps still was his study, but now it was where I worked. I sat and stared at Juanita Mac Jenkin's Face on Time magazine. The pain started in my feet and coursed up through my legs, up my spin and into my brain and I remembered passages of Native Son and The Color Purple and Amos and Andy and my hands began to shake, the world opening around me, tree roots trembling on the ground outside, people in the street shouting dint, ax, fo, screet, and fahvre! and I was screaming inside, complaining that I didn't sound like that, that my mother didn't sound like that, that my father didn't sound like that, and I imagined myself sitting on a park bench counting the knives in my switchblade collection and a man came up to me and he asked me what I was doing and my mouth opened and I couldn't help what came out, "Why fo you be axing?"

--- Erasure, by Percival Everett.

[the-kr8tor]

BDAS SECRET? MAYBE WE CAN GET LOREEE FOR THE NEW BOOK? DOES THE SCREET INVOLVE LOREEEEE?

Nope just for book 1!! Im keeping 2 just to myself for now 🤫

[memorycycle]

feng wei wabts to be the most poeweul fighter ever. ambitions without eeason, he broke the rules od his dojo forbudding contestd with nartial artists of otger stules. ehen his master intervened, feng wei killed him. now, he seeks to recobver the screet scroll and perfect his art if the God Fist.

[fangtastic-vampyra]

Reaaally hate how it seems I have to be "watched" by people from the system the whole rest of my life.

It's MKULTRA MILBAS targeted individual stuff. You know the people that they go after?

Those that would stick their neck out for somebody else.

You know. Yes. So. I have to do a Stinkin' re-assessment sometime next week, ish, Im like "Im in for a life sentence. Schizophrenia gets worse when you get older. Very few people "get better" [or whatever they think] whatever that means, not understanding why I keep having to do a reassessment." I mean, I really hate Drs, of all kinds, I can take care of my Fecking self, and I want them to Bugger off in general. It was creepy asf. What is so hard to understand, stop thinking shit in my head, voices, v2k, and then, making me feel like shit with uh military, weapons? thennn tormenting me in my sleep. LIEK IF I FELT BETTER, I WOULD BE BETTER. a poisoned, drug, prescription or otherwise, filled body, with emo. pain, and trauma, and not enough healthy meals, and shit, prolly aint going to be around very long. plus parasites and what have you. I CAN BE A SCREET DR. JKKK. Just a herbal supplement recommender. :] {been studying those since I was 16, got a lot of time behind me on that particular interest, yah, thats why got me all into trouble, rebelling against norms, well if Punch Line really is my ..mm.. hear voices saying dont go out with her buut...what could i get out of it? it will probably, if i dont try, end up like harley and me, im fubar.. F.U.B.A.R.} And that? Was Mr and Mrs Smith.

And she mentions the Govt program medicaid enforces it every 6 months. I'm like nooooo. Even though I know it's fake, and thats fake, I have too much rage, to not be on meds, but I don't think they're quite ready to let me only be on one anti-"psychotic" umm Vraylar and Seroquel, are my two, and we lol we -- are doing great.

Yes Im a plural, also. DID... MPD.

Anyway-- I think I "actually am" schizophrenic.. Not just a Fake illness.. But Idk maybe it's just damage from previous incarnations. Some lady read my palms and said I was reincarnated. Neat.

Meanwhile, I've gotten into some sick sort of reminescensing/revenge thing. Prolly the first male "plague rat" -- Waheyyy. Emilie Autumn fan. They want them young, to study, and observe, if ya know what Im saying. AND. They dont like to let folks go. Once they have ya. Since these bastards, think they are some type of Woman Inspector. I dont want Pig Ass Hybrids for my kids anyway, fuck off. I am no longer young, and a Cantankerous ass bitch, and One day, THOSE Fuckers, are going to compensate me, for all my TBC, and everything else. TBC/Thought Broad Casting.

WTF..!! THEY CRASHED MY BROWSER, I HAD TYPED LIKE FIVE MORE PARA. Yes. they got access to my puter. UGH!!

WELL HOW ABOUT THAT.. AND....GAWDDAMN.

Note to self/other authors, authoresses: WRITE IN WORDPAD.

Or something similiar.. There use to be one that had a black background. White makes me feel like I got a lined loose leaf paper with no.2 in a uncomfy plastic chair. YES. UNCREATIVE. Like. In a fecking institution.

Uhm what had I said... Mum also said people get sacrificed to the devil a bunch more than most think. She's kinda uh weird. yes. Used to be into goth, and horror, and metal, when she was Younger, and witch craft, lord knows umm, now shes just, Blonde hair, blue eyes. And everything else, normal, she wants to be Barbie. IDEK, this Family wsa NOT ready. She was just another Handler, my dumb ass thought fighting, was the answer. I want to SUE the pants off MKULTRA ( and associations/etc, off them.) If you know what I mean. Abuse. Trauma. Mum says it happens to boys just as much. OHHH WELL. IDK about that. Shes just another brainwashed handler. Tho.. pretty insightful if you can actually get her to say anything. Lol we're munsters, I got out the sun synchronization, or something ugh.

Im just nursing a wound. Not caring about anything else, but trying to stop the pain. I dont uh see any point in living this way? My head is aching like someones been smashing rocks against my skull for the past hour. "Okay ill stop" Like they harass and make fun of me as AFAB UNDESIRABLE. Fat and whatever, though they did it um. And call me a he/she, they did that to. And I just uh, want to punch something in the face that something is God, Idk, until it stops moving. yes. then i can be god. >.> IDK, like whyyyy me.

Why all of this. WHYYYY.

He says we are all equal, he says his thoughts are higher than our thoughts, he says the enemies are not flesh and blood, but spirits. Yes. SAYS humans are more close to him than angels, says this and that, that we have power as humans over the animals, and the demons. idk. somethings not adding up. i think he's a f*cking rapist. celebrating the black majick curses he places onto children. a pervert, a predator. yes. i try. to calculate what is going on here, i hadnt known what i know now, i rebuke the thoughts i had as a child, the gnashing of teeth, in hell, and that, i dont want to end up there. AND? I think he's a bully. There's always been a man.. sigh.. tiresome.. voice over my shoulder harassing me.

WHAT I WANT: To be the Court leader of the Neutral guise. Or herd or pack or whatever. *LOL.*

What should my name be? Circe.

brendan used the word "blessed" in association with the amount of food we have. Im used to high quality meals, this is like, yuck, sort of. I wish I could remember shit, I want to give up. There are no plans, Im jsut saying "i want to" im tired of hurting, im tired of suffering, tired of aloneness, tired of rejection, maybe showing vulnerability will help? Why are men attacking me? Idk, i think they are scared of me.. Tbh. I will get my one desire, to be my true self. And theres nothing they can do about it." If " they try to mess it up, I have my ways.

{Wow, have the inkling of intimacy / u might be a d00d, on ur page, I MEAN, AMAB, and got scammers messaging me "hot photos" and shit lololol. Im too lazy to remove. if they're not a native English speaker, some of the messages are pretty funny...}

[libidomechanica]

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Laws, were thee than rhymes slumber: I     raises the other splending at þer sleep, in grayþe, ’ quoþ Gawayn     weȝed ȝet þe rayne, and all me have for Pyramus, a     way she always be such

as fast foe; and cherry ploughboy     cheese are overtime. And rarely deigning twa sparkling     sweet, as he scarce too-early, and some bele chemné þay þe     brokenly tried the hit

choose your prowest wede, like in seeme     my trawþe. A strange in space been from a little grone; to halls,     whilk the sea. Mixing rainbow. A gloue and fyched o’er they     can I had a woman

in aiding to my chilling rose,     and raises dryuen of all them to Kryst, ’ said, nor evening; t     was uncurl’d on either own where þro þronge. That which open’d     me, as þe con hir war.