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Some of my favorite words and phrases to describe a character in pain

coiling (up in a ball, in on themselves, against something, etc)

panting (there’s a slew of adjectives you can put after this, my favorites are shakily, weakly, etc)

keeling over (synonyms are words like collapsing, which is equally as good but overused in media)

trembling/shivering (additional adjectives could be violently, uncontrollably, etc)

sobbing (weeping is a synonym but i’ve never liked that word. also love using sob by itself, as a noun, like “he let out a quiet sob”)

whimpering (love hitting the wips with this word when a character is weak, especially when the pain is subsiding. also love using it for nightmares/attacks and things like that)

clinging (to someone or something, maybe even to themselves or their own clothes)

writhing/thrashing (maybe someone’s holding them down, or maybe they’re in bed alone)

crying (not actual tears. cry as in a shrill, sudden shout)

dazed (usually after the pain has subsided, or when adrenaline is still flowing)

wincing (probably overused but i love this word. synonym could be grimacing)

doubling-over (kinda close to keeling over but they don’t actually hit the ground, just kinda fold in on themselves)

heaving (i like to use it for describing the way someone’s breathing, ex. “heaving breaths” but can also be used for the nasty stuff like dry heaving or vomiting)

gasping/sucking/drawing in a breath (or any other words and phrases that mean a sharp intake of breath, that shite is gold)

murmuring/muttering/whispering (or other quiet forms of speaking after enduring intense pain)

hiccuping/spluttering/sniffling (words that generally imply crying without saying crying. the word crying is used so much it kinda loses its appeal, that’s why i like to mix other words like these in)

stuttering (or other general terms that show an impaired ability to speak — when someone’s in intense pain, it gets hard to talk)

staggering/stumbling (there is a difference between pain that makes you not want to stand, and pain that makes it impossible to stand. explore that!)

recoiling/shrinking away (from either the threat or someone trying to help)

pleading/begging (again, to the threat, someone trying to help, or just begging the pain to stop)

Feel free to add your favorites or most used in the comments/reblogs!

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Shoutout to my best friend who's also my ex who JUST found out that we broke up over a year ago

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Do you listen to the magnus archives perchance

need to see my blorbos going through the horrors and crying their eyes out as they reach a low deeper than anything they could imagine in their nightmares <3

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Hole

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"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I fell asleep in my friends' arms. It was eleven at night, we were tired, curled up in a small pile on my tiny bed. I had my head buried in my roommate's side, and one of my closest friend's hand on my shoulder, steadying me. It was quiet and nothingness and peace and their heartbeats in my ears, my hands in their hair.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

We pack four people to that little bed, you know. Laps used as footrests, collarbones as pillows, little lights like moonlight in rustic yellow bathed on their faces. The TV plays an anime. The words are repeated by my dear friend on my shoulder, curled close. My legs are asleep; my roommate may be, too.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

The cat curls on top of our criss cross mess of legs and arms and heads on chests to absorb the warmth of us all. She purrs in contented peace. When my roommate and I are left alone in the quiet, she cries, and watches the door for our friends' return.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I will never kiss them but the top of their heads. I will never touch but the warmth of their arms. I will never take more than what's freely given, and in return I put my glasses on the bedside table fashioned from a guitar amp, and when I lean into their sides, I pick up my vulnerability and place it in their capable, tender hands.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I sing for them. I cry for them. I work and I run and I withstand the worst of the world for them, because some days I get to cradle their forehead on my shoulder and some days I get to see their shining eyes.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Maybe to you. But look beyond explanation. I love them. With my heart in my unsteady hands, with my nose pressed to the side of their head, with the buzzing in my feet and the warmth all around Iike the sunset pushing into the window.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Is it enough to say I love them? With no strings attached? With reckless abandon and utter devotion and freedom and kindness and fear?

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I cannot explain it any clearer. I love my friends. There is no more to say.

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THE BLORBO

my scp oc infodump

Embry Owens is basically me, but older, and if I worked in the SCP Foundation, and eventually got trapped in a pocket dimension with about 90 other people.

Her pronouns are She/They. She has a queerplatonic partner named Karmin Denrad (My partner's oc). I'm not supposed to say that, Denrad is an O-5)

Owens is a recorder in the records department. Her main job is translating written documents into audio files or typed-up word documents if required.

She is autistic (the hoodie is a nonverbal hoodie with yes and no on the sleeves, made by Karmin) and deals with high anxiety, so she mainly works from her dorm or in her office with the door closed. (Doesn't stop Simmons. She hates that guy.)

During the initial shift, she locked herself in her room and refused to leave during all of the riots and searches. She continued to do work and survived on her stash of microwavable macaroni cups. After the first shift, her evaluation gets sent to Dr. Chapel, who starts therapy with her.

Major parts of her story within FUA are Blackout (goretober drawing), Incident B, The Night Game, and The B Side (She got locked in one of the D-Class cells by Alves' containment for revolting.)

Art under the cut

Design + Name in body code

Info

Art I did During Goretober

Incident B Art

Drawings

Doodle

outfits

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THE BLORBO

my scp oc infodump

Embry Owens is basically me, but older, and if I worked in the SCP Foundation, and eventually got trapped in a pocket dimension with about 90 other people.

Her pronouns are She/They. She has a queerplatonic partner named Karmin Denrad (My partner's oc). I'm not supposed to say that, Denrad is an O-5)

Owens is a recorder in the records department. Her main job is translating written documents into audio files or typed-up word documents if required.

She is autistic (the hoodie is a nonverbal hoodie with yes and no on the sleeves, made by Karmin) and deals with high anxiety, so she mainly works from her dorm or in her office with the door closed. (Doesn't stop Simmons. She hates that guy.)

During the initial shift, she locked herself in her room and refused to leave during all of the riots and searches. She continued to do work and survived on her stash of microwavable macaroni cups. After the first shift, her evaluation gets sent to Dr. Chapel, who starts therapy with her.

Major parts of her story within FUA are Blackout (goretober drawing), Incident B, The Night Game, and The B Side (She got locked in one of the D-Class cells by Alves' containment for revolting.)

Art under the cut

Design + Name in body code

Info

Art I did During Goretober

Incident B Art

Drawings

Doodle

outfits

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Asher

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Human bishops!

And I said "oh, let's do some sketches and that's it…" what a liar

Working on other characters… eventually

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Me too, man

I wish to become plant

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PSA for Switch owners

The latest 11.0 update means that Google Analytics is a thing on the switch and turned on. What that means is that Nintendo has a deal with Google to share with them your data for advertisement purposes.

To turn it off

go to the eShop

go to your profile where your funds and account info is

go down to the bottom of the page

there you will see “Google Analytics Preferences”

select the Change

select “Don’t Share”

Please spread the word. Really shitty of Nintendo to just quietly start allowing Google to spy on users for advertising.

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crisp glass of water moodboard

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You ever been in a state where you physically have no energy, but you're bored and socially understimulated so you kind of wish you could just invite people to come over like this:

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You're so real for that.

I opened tiktok to a video about the DC universe, and they referred to Harley Quinn as just "Harley". I had to do a double take like "she?" "superpowers?" oh, you dont mean the radio guy from my favorite podcast nevermind not interested

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*wet guitar noises*

ah. wet guitar.

truly the music of the future if you think about it

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Oh shit I just realized I can post the "Gaussian Blur Wizard That Gaussian Blurs You" here