Still Screaming

It’s SynS time! Or will be, soon. Please come play tomorrow night (Friday) starting at 7 pm AT - which is 6 pm ET, 3 pm PT, and 10 pm GMT.

It’s SynS time! It’s been a blipping age since we’ve all gotten together on Discord, so please come play tonight starting at 6 pm AT - which is 5 pm ET, 2 pm PT, and 9 pm GMT.

I miss you all. <3

Bingo Time!

Three cards for the third month of March, and two bonus cards! These cards have no expiration date - use them whenever and for whatever you want! We’d love it if you posted your works to our AO3 collection or right here on the blog via submitted post, but it’s absolutely not a requirement.

So it appears that SynS is 4 years old! Last week, technically, but it's never too late for a birthday party. Join us in chat on Discord tomorrow (Friday, March 5th) evening starting at 21:00 (9 pm) UTC, which is 5 (your mod cannot tell time, apparently) 4 pm ET. Never been to SynS before? It's a great time to start.

What it says on the tin - chat is starting right over here on Discord!

It’s time for the monthly call for prompts! Actually, it was time several days ago, but your mod has the memory of an average goldfish. Again.

Your theme for May is Generator Prompts. We have two prompt generators, one for SSSS and one for aRTD - come up with prompts by clicking the buttons! If you'd like generic prompts, just don't click the character buttons.

SSSS machine: http://idleleaves.epizy.com/ssssmachine.html aRTD machine: http://idleleaves.epizy.com/artdmachine.html

Send your prompts via ask-box, or e-mail the mods at idle.leaves at gmail dot com or nerdanel.istarnie at gmail dot com. Keep in mind that relatively simple prompts tend to work better than complex or drawn-out ideas.

Questions about prompting or how this all works? Check out our FAQ.

General

Any - Close to Home Any - Drive It Like You Stole It Any - First Love / Late Spring Any - Little Talks Any - Pink in the Night Any - Shut Up and Dance Any - The Path to Isolation Any - True Trans Soul Rebel Any - You Should See Me in a Crown Any/Any - Me and My Husband Any/Any - Unnecessary Tension Any/Any - You Know How to Make a Boy Feel War

She-Ra

Adora/Catra - Not Given Lightly Adora/Catra - Over My Head Catra - Without Me Entrapta - Help Is On the Way Glimmer - I May Fall Scorpia - Are Friends Electric

aRTD

Hannu - Fear of the Water Little Hare & Tuomi - To Noise Making (Sing) Ville - If I Were a Boy

CoH

Any Cyborg - New Person, Same Old Mistakes

SSSS

Original Danish ghost character. Contains: Disease, death, apocalypse, haunting.

Surviving

She’d read about this in the yellowing Reader’s Digests her uncle had stacked along the shelves of this always-too-full house, with its smell of must and unwashed dishes. They called it an out-of-body experience. People had them when they were dying.

But she’d had the vaccine. They’d been out of space in the makeshift hospital, but the nurse in the mask had beckoned her over and given her the jab anyway. “Good luck,” he’d said as he’d waved her and her mother away. The rash had been only an itch on her neck, then; half her mother’s face was gone.

The cold storage bag of food lay beside the sofa where her body curled in on itself. Electricity had gone out some time ago, and they’d stacked some of the perishables in it, hoping she’d get the chance to eat it. Hoping at least she would survive. She had the best chance of all of them, with that vaccine.

She could see a dark line connecting her to that breathing shell, still, silent. She tried to swim down, go back into her body, but all she could do was move left to right, right to left, scrabbling, too high, dangling helplessly in the air.

The voices had been growing more numerous as she waited for the experience to be over. Some were gibberish. Some said dark things. She wished she could feel the chill of fear. She could feel nothing.

The morning came. Then a day, and another night. And another. And another.

Her body, unblemished except for that smattering of rash, stopped breathing.

She looked up, looking for the white light the Reader’s Digest had talked about. She was tired and ready to go home. To go to the light.

But the light never came.

Another. Another. Another.

She couldn’t smell the must or the rotting things, so she just watched them fall apart. The sight of rats scuttering through the house made her hungry beyond compare, but some some living thing with teeth got them instead. Nobody came. The line connecting her to her body began to shred. She spilled her incorporeal body upstairs, through more and more stacks of newspapers and photo albums and chests full of old winter clothes. But she shied away from the windows.

Night and day, day and night. Expanding and retracting, like a slow heartbeat.

This was its house now, not its uncle’s. Rain beat on the windows, on the roof tiles, and then later heavy snow shrouded the windows. The air murmured despair. There was nothing else. Wind pummeled the house. It threw a branch through one of the upstairs windows, letting in snow and rain and washing out the signed posters of bands whose names it could no longer recognize. Sunlight dried and bleached the Reader’s Digests.

It’s time for the monthly call for prompts! Actually, it was time several days ago, but your mod has the memory of an average goldfish.

Your theme for May is Song Titles.

Send your prompts via ask-box, or e-mail the mods at idle.leaves at gmail dot com or nerdanel.istarnie at gmail dot com. Keep in mind that relatively simple prompts tend to work better than complex or drawn-out ideas.

Sigrun/Tuuri - What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be / alive. Something dead that doesn’t know it’s dead.