#Lost Voice

[whumpypepsigal]

Silent Night (2023): “Help me.”

[gothmusiclatinamerica]

"Lost voice" by Mexicali, Mexico-based dark post-punk and gothic punk act Silent off of their 2016 album A Century of Abuse

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@flufftober 2024- Day 12: “This is spooky.” - “Really?”

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Summary:

Excerpt for "Lost Voice" (Little Mermaid retelling) Derrick has a realization about his partners

Notes:

Characters: Derrick- Prince Sam- Little Mermaid Hannah(mentioned)- Prince's fiance/bride

Ao3 link

Word count: 184

Derrick PoV

“Well, this is spooky.” Derrick commented.

Sam hummed next to him, looking over.

Pulling out the list he’d gotten from Hannah in his bag, he showed both to Sam. “I asked Hannah what I should get this weekend and you both wrote the same things for each other.”

“Really?” Sam took the lists, reading them himself before he started laughing. “Glad to know some things haven’t changed.” he said as he handed them back.

As much as he found it funny, too, Derrick couldn’t help but feel a little left out. Hannah and Sam had known each other for so long before he’d even come in the picture. And even now, after having spent so many years separated, they still know each other better than he knew either of them.

“Hey.”

He looked up just as Sam leaned over and kissed him.

“There’s more to relationships than spooking matching shopping lists.” the other man said as he pulled away. “Dork.”

Derrick could feel himself blushing as they returned to their own tasks, but the words did comfort him, no matter how simple they seemed.

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[cybergrapeuk]

When The Noise loses his voice due to shouting too loudly/illness/whatever, he'll be absolutely grumpy for the entire time.

He can't talk or chitter-chatter or annoy Peppino...

He'd have to mime things out dramatically like a family round of charades whilst fuming at everyone not understanding what he's trying to say.

Peppino doesn't really like The Noise when he's forced to be quiet. Not only because of his violent anger during multiple misunderstandings, but because he feels genuinely bad for him that he's not feeling like himself. He may be annoying in the pizzeria when he's noisy, but the two are rivals, not hateful enemies.

To help The Noise, Peppino brings him to Gustavo and Brick. The former makes soothing soup that would help with his throat and the latter would teach him how to communicate without words. Be it sign language, pen and paper, text to speech or anything else.

Until he's noisy again, The Noise is humbled by the support and feels a bit better waiting for his voice to come back.

[the-mossy-rock]

Yall so I’m playing Cady in my schools production of Mean Girls, right? Tonight was opening night and I just wanna say…

NOTHING CAUSE I LOST MY VOICE. I LOST MY VOICE.

I AM CADY.

AND I LOST MY VOICE.

I STILL SANG THROUGH EVERYTHING. AND DID ALL OF MY LINES.

DID IT SOUND GOOD? NO.

DID I DO IT? YES.

CAN I SPEAK NOW? NO.

WILL I BE BETTER FOR TOMORROW NIGHTS SHOW? I BETTER BE.

[whumpster-dumpster]

Is it possible to lose your voice after an extended period of not using it? If so, how long would it take, and when would it recover?

The vocal folds can atrophy like any other muscle if they don't get enough exercise. How long the damage and recovery take are hard questions to answer; there's no set timeline because everyone is different. If your character was born with thinner vocal folds to begin with, a weakened voice might happen faster and recovery might take longer. Treatment usually consists of voice therapy with a speech-language pathologist.

[celestiallime]

woke up at 4 in the morning and stayed awake and I just had a chocolate chip cookie and let me tell you, it was amazing.

[sassysophiabush]

[vestigesofperversion]

So turns out Imogen is allergic to the moon

😷 😶

[xsacrificialambx]

help my voice isnt working owowow i spent 8 hours practicing stuff for my choir with like one 10 minute break :(

[faofinn]

DAY 9: Voice Loss

@febuwhump

Finn had had a seizure overnight, that much was obvious by the stabbing pains in his limbs. It wasn't the end of the world, so he took his time, changed his pyjamas -it was his day off, he wasn’t going to get dressed - and then headed downstairs. 

In the kitchen, Fao was making tea when Finn appeared, his hair a mess and looking tired. He glanced at the clock - just after nine - and then frowned at his brother. “Didn’t expect you up so early.”

Finn gave his brother a look, and then frowned. His smartarse comment had somehow got lost between his mind and mouth, but he tried again. Still, nothing. 

He grumbled in frustration, pulling his hoodie closer as he flopped on the sofa. He couldn't be dealing with this.

“You alright?” He asked, following his brother into the living room. “Want a tea?”

From his nest, he shook his head. 

“Something to eat?”

"No." He eventually managed, frustrated. 

Fao sat on the sofa next to him, frowning. “What’s wrong?”

More questions he couldn’t answer. He huffed, though curled against Fao. "No."

“Your words fucked off?” He asked, stroking through his brother’s hair. 

He nodded, visibly relaxing. He should have known better than to be worried about Fao, worried that he wouldn't get it; he always understood.

“You can sign, if you want.” Fao said. “But you’ll have to emerge a little from your nest.”

"No." He was comfy and warm,and Fao knew what he wanted without him needing to do anything. 

“Is no the only word you can find right now?”

"No." He fought for a moment, managing a smirk. "Fuck."

“Oh, you’ve got that one too? Of course you have, you little shit.”

He laughed. Of course he did, he took after his older brother, after all.

“You’re the worst.” Fao shot back. “Sure I can’t get you anything?”

Finn wiggled enough to get his hand out. Lucozade. Seized.

“Overnight?” Fao asked gently. 

He shrugged; he couldn't be sure for definite, but it sure felt like he had.

“Mm, okay. I think we have lucozade in the fridge. Let me up to get some?”

Finn slowly shuffled off his brother, the promise of sugar slightly better than just Fao. He left room for him on the sofa, but pulled his hoard of blankets and pillows around him.

Whilst Fao disappeared to find the lucozade, Arrow appeared, standing on his back legs to sniff Finn’s leg on the sofa. After a moment, he scrambled up to join him, struggling to get any purchase. 

The pup was a welcome surprise, though he startled Finn slightly. He ruffled the dog's fur, scratching his chin before he settled. He'd taken half of the sofa up, but Finn didn't care. He gave the pup a kiss on his nose, screwing his face up and laughing as he returned the favour.

Arrow wriggled his way onto Finn’s chest, enjoying the fuss from him as he settled. He was growing like a weed, seemingly bigger every day now. 

Fao arrived back with the lucozade for Finn and a cup of tea for himself, settling next to his brother again. “Oh, you’ve got a friend there.”

Finn grinned, stretching out. "Mine."

“Oh, you got another word.” Fao murmured. “Maybe he’s magic. He’s not yours, though. My baby.”

He pulled a face. "Mine."

“Yeah?”

He nodded, wrapping his arms around Arrow to prove his point. For good measure, he signed it too, looking proud of himself. 

“Alright. Let’s just have a sofa day.” 

Work? He signed - remembering Fao's shifts was just far too much brain power.

“Not today.”

Ollie?

Fao hummed. “I don’t think so. I didn’t hear him leave, he slept in his own bed last night.”

Finn pulled a face. Of course he slept in his own bed.

“What? Don’t look at me like that.”

Loud together. 

“Oh, shut up. You’re such a prude.”

Fuck you.

“No, it doesn’t work quite like that. Other way around.”

You fuck me? Gross.

“Finn!”

Gross!

“You’re gross.” Fao replied, as Ollie appeared. 

“Morning. Who’s gross?”

Finn huffed, his grin disappearing. "No."

“I’m gross, apparently. Finn says we’re too loud.”

“Sorry Finn, can’t help it. He’s good at what he does.”

Finn made a noise, hiding his face in Arrow's fur. He didn't need to know that. 

Fao laughed. “Such a prude. You’re an adult too, Finn. Can’t hide from reality forever.”

“Are we having a sofa day?” Ollie asked. 

Finn struggled, the words somehow getting lost on his tongue. He just wanted to be able to have a fucking normal conversation, not be limited to three words and a possible grunt. "Fuck."

Ollie frowned. “Everything alright?”

“Finn’s having trouble with his words.” Fao explained. 

“Oh, that’s shit.” Ollie replied. “Do you need anything, Finn?”

He could manage that one. "No."

“Sounds like a good excuse for a sofa day to me. Arrow agrees.”

Finn shot Fao a look. He didn't want to have to share with Ollie. He just wanted Fao to himself. 

Ollie hesitated, sensing Finn’s unease from the way he looked at Fao. “Well, I’m going to get a shower, then. We need to go shopping too, so if either of you think of anything, let me know and I’ll go later.”

Guilt flared through him. He wouldn't say he hadn't meant it; he had. But it still made him feel bad. I'm not moving. He can stay.

“Sorry, I…” Ollie mumbled. “I don’t know sign.”

“He says you can stay.” Fao translated quickly. 

“No, it’s alright. I need a shower anyway.”

"No." He'll come back?

“Finn wants to know if you’ll come back.”

“Uh, no, you guys can have some quality time.”

Finn groaned, struggling to find the words. He stumbled over the sounds, face screwed up in frustration. "Stay."

“Are you sure?” Ollie asked. “I really don’t mind.”

A grin made its way to Finn’s face. But he needs to bring snacks.

“Finn says you need to bring snacks.”

“I can do snacks. What do you want?”

Everything. 

“I’ll see what I can do, then.”

[whumpypepsigal]

[sootygifs]

Sooty & Co - “A Magical Voice”

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@flufftober 2024- Day 5: Acorn, Chestnut, Pine Cone

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Summary:

Excerpt for "Lost Voice" (Little Mermaid retelling) Hannah finds one of Sam's designs made from a long forgotten memory

Notes:

Characters: Hannah- Prince's fiance/bride Sam- Little Mermaid Derrick- Prince

Ao3 link

Word count: 738

Hannah PoV

Leaving the bathroom, Hannah found Sam asleep in their bed. Glancing at the clock, she knew why. Certain meds always made him drowsy. At least with Derrick working from home now, Sam was feeling safe enough to sleep in the middle of the day when he needed to. Instead of the alternative forcing himself to stay awake, making things worse.

She crossed the room to softly kiss the top of his head before putting on her robe to go in search of food. However the kitchen table was occupied by what seemed like every sketchbook in their house, Derrick pouring over them.

“What’s all this?” she asked, walking over to stand next to him.

Not looking up, he took her hand to kiss it before answering. “Sam asked if I could look through his sketches and designs. We’re trying to figure out what we can salvage or recreate when we do all the re-branding0.”

Hannah didn’t completely understand what all of it meant, but she knew just how stressed the two of them were trying to break out from under both Derrick’s dad and the Institution’s control. Rae had tried to help her understand the legalities of everything, which she greatly appreciated, but her mind still barely understood the terminology.

About to leave Derrick to his work, something caught her attention in the corner of her eye. A few papers sticking out of the edges of a sketchbook labeled “Formal Wear.” Curious, she reached over and picked it up.

The first several pages were indeed formal wear. The designs shifted from what she was used to seeing (stiff suits for men, prim and proper dresses for women) to more diverse and varied clothing. This is where you could tell Sam’s real passion started to come out. Clothing that played across gender-lines. Designs for all body types and weights and proportions. There were even some ideas that crossed cultural lines, notes in the margins to treat everything with respect and attempts to understand how to do that properly, especially as these seemed to revolve around biracial weddings and similar events.

She even found designs for what his sisters could wear to their own weddings, if they chose. Both suits and dresses for each. Combinations of these, too. The familiar feeling of fondness at seeing his personal notes next to each idea warmed her heart to have again. Sam’s sketchbooks always were a window into his soul, whether he could help it or not.

The next design, however, made her pause, tears sparking in her eyes. A few loose papers between the pages here were the ones that had caught her attention. Rough drafts, second attempts, almost finished versions of the same dress. Only one was mostly complete.

It was another wedding dress. Not one to be designed all in white. This was made for earth tones, browns and greens, with hints of blue. The dress itself was modest, though complimentary to the figure of the wearer. Sleeves didn’t go over the shoulder, but hung in loops on the upper arms. A gentle sweetheart neckline didn’t over-show the breasts, but still looked comfortable to her personal tastes. The waistline under the bodice was a wrapped ribbon made to trail down and hang on the side of the dress. The skirts were a-line shaped, draped down to the floor to create a train themselves. It was very tree themed, mentions and small sketches of an idea to have embroidery of leaves and pine needles, with acorns, chestnuts, and pine cones hidden within them.

It was the dress. Her dress.

“I can’t believe he remembered.” she murmured, wiping away a few stray tears.

Derrick looked up. “What’s wrong?”

Passing him the sketchbook, she explained, “I used to love those stories about fairies. Read everything I could find, folklore, children’s books, anything. The earth fairies were my favorite, before I started to hate the outdoors for all its bugs that like me more than I like them. It was my dream to have a dress like theirs for my wedding rather than a regular white one. I’d honestly forgotten about it until now.”

“It suits you.” Derrick said, holding up the design to view both her and it fully. “We could make it for you, when we all get married.”

Hannah blushed, turning away. “Hush you.” she said when he laughed at her.

But it was a nice idea. A very nice idea.

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[redglassbird]

i am convinced that there are few things more humiliating than losing your voice. Literally have to embrace the aesthetic of being an old cottage crone witch who is so so mysterious in order to vibe at all.

[curativeself]

There's a voice again i heard today,

wailing, helpless reaching out to me

Why i hear it? I ask myself

Why it feels so familiar and yet foreign?

Why it makes my heart crump?

Why it makes my stomach churn like, I want to throw up?

Why it leaves a distaste in my tongue?

Why? Why? Why?

Why does it make sense? Why I keep hearing this?

As if.... It's a part of myself

I can't tell exactly what it is.

But, feels like if I don't let it out

I'll be gone

I want to, I want to

It hurts so bad,

A voice stops me,

Tells me to stay there

It's okay, it'll go away

Why am I not able to believe it?

Why am I agreeing with it?

It's all so confusing

Want to shut myself from everyone

Hate this, hate that, nothing is good

It's my inner voice,

No matter what, I can't

I can't stop it, it's a part of myself

I realize, not an organ but something that is me

It's fine, it's fine.....

{~curativeself}