#poetic description

[bullard90kendall]

Caught in the tender hum of a city's heartbeat, there she stands—a still whisper amongst the clamor of pedestrian symphonies and the gentle sighs of the breezing wind. Her hair, a cascading nightfall of silken threads, spills gracefully down her back, each strand catching the light with the softness of a raven's wing. The world hustles by in blurred currents of color and life, but she, oh she is the quiet in the eye of human hurricanes. Her gaze, a soulful, faraway muse, is lost in a daydream or perhaps locked onto an arcane secret playfully hidden in the mundane.

She is draped in the casual elegance of city dweller grace; an off-the-shoulder sweater clings with careless precision, suggesting warmth and style born not from the pages of glossy magazines but the intricate dance of necessity and personal flair. The skirt, a concert of gentle pleats, flirts above her knees with a choreography of innocence and mischief, performing for an audience of cobblestones and urban tales. Her legs extend, two pillars of strength sheathed in noir, into boots that click with purpose and whisper with every pavement kiss—a soft anthem for the wandering soul.

Poised with an umbrella at her side—a staff of sorts—she's Merlin's apprentice in a modern-day Camelot, a stalwart silhouette against the whispering lights and passing shadows of everyday knights and paper dragons. In this snapshot of life, she is timeless, a vignette of stillness amidst the ceaseless rush of existence. In her contemplative stance is a novel, unwritten, waiting for the day it spills out onto the pages of someone's searching gaze.

#woman #city life #poetic description #street style #urban setting #hair #skirt #boots #umbrella #elegance #stillness #modern Camelot

[strawberrystepmom]

okay we are loving ourselves today by force & order of me so here's an exercise: please put in the tags how your fav would describe you if they were writing about you

keep in mind - this is someone who loves you. words that are NOT allowed include: boring, average, ugly or anything relating to unattractiveness. see yourself through the eyes of someone who loves you and let me know how they see you.

#i know this isn't a brand new exercise but i feel like we rly need it bc the winter blues are eating us all up lmao #please please please be as descriptive or poetic or prose filled as u need

[15-lizards]

Idk if You've already posted about this, but I would LOVEEEE to see your fashion ideas for the bene gesserit

I already did but im still on my dune kick so I'll do some more <3

Since this is a sci fi where folding time and space to cross the universe is literally possible, the types of clothing any given bene gesserit wears will not be the same as her sister who lives two solar systems away. However, there is an overarching feature that connects all of them. The idea of being hidden and mysterious is so important to the bene dessert's functions, and they need to portray themselves as these mystics behind a wall in any way possible, including in their look. This seems to be basically canon in the new movies, so I'm running with it. Thus there's always some sort of barrier in what they wear. Veils, headdresses, masks, etc. Anything from a delicate lace veil to a simple hair wrap to an extravagant metal full-face covering. Any sort of barrier from the rest of the world, to wordlessly say that they are above the masses, that the curtain is not to be pulled back.

And ive talked a bit about clothing before, and recently came up with more ideas for different sects and stuff, but that's a whole other long ass post that I won't do (just yet). But like the headdresses, what the BG wear is also widely varied due to their spread across the known galaxy, though I do imagine it is always quite elegant.

#dune #dune fashion my beloved #I wish frank Herbert wasn't just a middle aged man in the sixties when he wrote this sci fi #old sci fi is so fun until you want poetic prose and really detailed descriptions #then shits not funny anymore

[steinwayandhissons]

arctic monkeys and every time the word ‘love’ is mentioned

whatever people say I am that’s what I’m not

tonight there’ll be some love, tonight there’ll be a ruckus yeah regardless of what’s gone before

~ view from the afternoon

oh there ain’t no love, no montagues or capulets

~ i bet you look good on the dancefloor

all that’s left is the proof that love’s not only blind but deaf… yeah I’d love to tell you all my problem

~ fake tales of san francisco

she makes a subtle proposition, I’m sorry love I’ll have to turn you down

~ when the sun goes down

lady, where has your love gone, i was looking but can’t find it anywhere, they always offer when there’s loads of love around but when you’re short of some it’s nowhere to be found

~ no buses

well how can you wake up with someone you don’t love and not feel slightly phased by it

~ leave before the lights come on

favourite worst nightmare

it’s wrong wrong wrong but we’ll do it anyway cause we love a bit of trouble

~ balaclava

and those dreams weren’t as daft as they seem, aren’t as daft as they seem my love

~ fluorescent adolescent

there’s room for the trouble and there’s lovers to be had

~ this house is a circus

it’d be a big mistake for you to wait and let me waste your time, really love it’s fine, I said really love it’s fine

~ the bad thing

old yellow bricks, love’s a risk… houdini love you don’t know what you’re running away from

~ old yellow bricks

another roll around and another push and shove, further away from the idea of love

~ da frame 2r

the more you keep on looking the more it’s hard to take, love we’re in stalemate… you’re slacking love where have you been

~ the bakery

am I too quick to assume that the love is no longer in bloom

~ too much to ask

humbug

i had a hole in the pocket of my favourite coat and my love dropped into the lining

~ i haven’t got my strange

suck it and see

i wanna feel your love brick by brick

~ brick by brick

do you still feel love is a laserquest or do you take it all more seriously… when I’m not being honest I pretend that you were just some lover

~ love is a laserquest

your love is like a studded leather headlock

~ suck it and see

jealousy in technicolour, fear by name, love by numbers… crushing up a bundle of love

~ that’s where you’re wrong

before she showed you how to shake love’s steady hand

~ the blonde o sonic shimmer trap

your love’s not what I need, so don’t give it to me

~ evil twin

am

it’s not like I’m falling in love I just want you to do me no good… the look of love, the rush of blood

~ no.1 party anthem

love buckles under the strain of those wild nights

~ mad sounds

I heard that you fell in love, or near enough

~ snap out of it

love like locked horns, love like dominoes… love like thunder, love like falling snow

~ electricity

I know you’re nothing like mine cause she’s walking on sunshine and your love would tear us apart

~ you’re so dark

tranquility base hotel and casino

love came in a bottle with a twist off cap, let’s all have a swig and do a hot lap… but it’s alright, cause you love me

~ star treatment

when true love takes a grip it leaves you without a choice

~ golden trunks

pattern language in the mood for love

~ the world’s first ever monster truck front flip

I wanna stay with you my love, the way some science fiction does

~ science fiction

the dawn won’t stop weighing a tonne, I’ve done some things that I shouldn’t have done, but I haven’t stopped loving you once

~ the ultracheese

the car

lights out on the wonder park, your saw toothed lover boy was quick off the mark

~ jet skis on the moat

put your heavy metal to the test, there might be half a love song in it all for you

~ mr schwartz

#arctic monkeys #alex turner #listen this was purely out of curiosity #there are so many poetic and imaginative ways in which alex describes love #i just wanted a tangible record of every time he just straight up uses the word #i was surprised that humbug only had one mention and even that was a b side but when i was making this i realised that it was such a #lyrically dense and innovative album and descriptions of love were more elaborate and straightforward #*less straightforward #(might make a separate post about that) #also found that the other albums were quite consistent except the car #i found it interesting that most of the songs aren’t actually about the same kind of love like the earlier albums were #the earlier ones use love as a nickname and portray the physical embodiment of being in love #and even in tbhc it describes this feeling despite there being slightly fewer mentions #but the car seems more like a goodbye album… not even about breaking up… just goodbye which is very…. #there’s no room for love in amongst the melancholia and introspection #and makes me wonder about his relationship with love at the moment #it seems very disassociated and immaterial like he has no interest in spouting poetics about love like he did before #and i hope he can rebuild that relationship #i could probably say more but im not going to bc this is getting way too long #cheers if you actually read this whole fucking essay #i spent way too long on this if you cant tell

[saraminia]

I just think that he + a piano (reprise)

#idk this was in my drafts #i just love him #and his hands #and the way he masters his instrument #the way playing the piano seems to come so naturally and instinctually to him #it looks easy like breathing to him #it's such a natural way for him to express himself #my man is a musician™ with the soul of a musician #and talent and skill to match #i truly believe at the piano is his happy place #i just... i'm feeling very sappy about him today #i have so much i want to say #but i'll just say that he's beautiful and charming and so generous with his kindness #at least that's my experience #now enough of waxing poetic about him #'less sap more sex' it says it right there in my blog description #so i'll end this by saying #i still want to hit that more than anything #noah reid #riikka posts

[museenkuss]

Dance performance and delicately constructed skirts, flowing lines and ballet slippers for Chika Kisada a/w 2023. Runway photos by Chika Kisada via vogue.com

Ever since founding her label in 2014, Japanese designer Chika Kisada has drawn on her background as a dancer to combine ballet esprit with punk spirit. This season, after working closely with the ballet dancer Haruo Niyama has inspired her view on gender, the models floating down the runway transcend the ideas of masculine and feminine, wearing suit jackets draped over delicately constructed bustiers, glittering shirts and flowing trousers, rustling heaps of skirts, jeans and stockings, and the omnipresent ballet slippers. And all the while, Niyama dances behind a translucent curtain, a Kisada-clad shadow. Watch the show.

#Chika Kisada #Musenkuss #runway #whenever I read up on collections and designers before doing these ‘poetic descriptions’ I want to say much more than I end up saying #but this time I was SO fascinated with the designer and background of the collection that I couldn’t stop myself #and couldn’t limit it to just one line summarising it all #I couldn’t find too much on her apart from the vogue descriptions and an article a few years ago from Milan fashion week #but this was still super interesting #on social media runway shots are often presented without context but after I got into reading up about them I found that approach lacking #because knowing the background you notice so much more!! it’s really fun!

[daywalkers-fic]

yeehawgust day 3: wanted poster

headlines and descriptions from 19th century wanted posters I found that I thought were fun

“notorious badmen!!!”

“warning! be it known that (name) is falsely practicing as a dentist”

“has the appearance of a hard-fisted farmer”

“these men are desperate!”

“last seen wearing a mustache, which was tinged with grey on one side”

(sketch of suspect) “the above likeness is a good one but flatters. His face is not so full and his lips are thinner.”

“hands hairy on back; has a peculiar motion to them when walking”

#yeehawgust 2023 #yeehawgust #outlaw #cowboy #wild west #western #the visual descriptions some of the ones I looked at were a whole story and then some lmfao #there really is a poetic to writing wanted posters #IM GOING OUT OF ORDER WHEEZE #prompts #writing prompt

[fraglance]

#short story #creative writing #poetic #prose poem #prose poetry #writing #excerpt from a book i'll never write #flash fiction #poetic prose #love prose #poems and poetry #poems on tumblr #free verse #poems and fragments #vignette #poemsociety #microfiction #short poems #spilled poetry #spilled prose #short poem #poetry #spilled writing #spilled ink #short prose #love story #descriptive writing #lovers #romance #love

[fursasaida]

continuing my streak of being a total unreasonable cunt about Deleuze, this is a lot of unnecessary words to say "charisma"

#a poetic description of charisma's effect is a fine thing! i don't think this one adds anything or brings me any pleasure! #i really don't know what it is about gilles but truly 99.8% of the time i'm just like #''why are you working so hard to say something so obvious'' #a lot of those times it's obvious because hes restating foucault with even more obscurantism so this all tracks really #the best and the brightest can bite me #deleuze

[pimsri]

Sigrdrífumál - Brünnhilde greeting the day with Siegfried

#but i made it my opt booyaaaaa!!!!! #brunnhilde #siegfried #brynhildr #sigurd #I based my siegfried's design from Dr Jackson Crawford description of him in his book #logh #legend of the galactic heroes #siegfried kircheis #reinhard von lohengramm #lol 10 years later and they still don't have ship name #pimsriart #illustration #poetic edda #norse myth #norse mythology

[gentil-minou]

Anyways I saw this new merch art at like 5am and my brain exploded and I wrote the start of a half sleepy one shot so here

...extremely indulgent hybrid bunny witches wangxian childhood friends AU

EDIT: Now a one-shot

All witches are born with a hybrid form that they must learn to control by ten. At that time, they will be given their witch's name and join the coven officially as a fully fledged witch.

But Lan Zhan is nine and a half, and he still can't control his ears and his hybrid form...

They're big and unseemingly, embarrassing the way his Ge cam pull and tug on them. And every time he coos and calls him cuts, Lan Zhan puffs up with anger.

Rabbits aren't common hybrids, and he's the only one in the family. Ge learned to control his form at 7, why is he late?

He resolves to spend much of his time practicing on his own in the field behind thier home. He goes through all the meditation and steps, including envisioning the way his human ears might look.

He casts the spell, following the instructions perfectly...but nothing happens. Water wells up in his eyes and it takes all of him to hold them back from falling

Not with sadness, but with frustration. Lan Zhan is at the top of everything! The best in his class, an accomplished musician, and can performing spells his older peers can't even dream of.

But this spell... why is it that this spell is so impossible for him?

His ears droop down and Lan Zhan uses then to block the rest of the world, focusing on the ground he's sitting on. He starts ripping up the grass at his feet.

A voice calls from just a few feet away, "Hey! Don't do that, you're hurting it!"

Lan Zhan's head shoots up in surprise. No one is allowed on the back hills. Who is this intruder?

And there standing before him is another boy around his age, with fluffy black bunny ears and a smile brighter than the sun overhead lending him a halo effect, so dazzling Lan Zhan has to squint his eyes just to see him properly.

Lan Zhan has never met another rabbit before. He's not sure what to do, what's the proper etiquette?

It doesn't help that this other boy is very distracting as he runs right to him and plops down in front of him and starts patting the ground gently, consoling the grass.

"Poor little grasslings, is this mean gege hurting you?" The boy pouts but there's a teasing glint in his eyes when he glances at Lan Zhan.

Is he making fun of him?

Lan Zhan feels the blood rush to his own bunny ears and knows they're looking terribly pink, but he can't help it.

How dare this boy make a fool of him! He's just here trying to get his ears under control so he can't make his family proud, and the boy comes over to mock him!

Lan Zhan feels his lip quiver, and to his horror a tear falls from his eyes into his lap, followed by another.

He's crying in earnest now. It's been years since he cried in front of someone else and he's so shocked by it he can't get the tears to stop falling!

The boy looks at him wide-eyed with the same surprise, clearly agreeing that Lan Zhan is just a loser who is just a failure.

Until the boy finally speaks, "Whoa, whoa, it's okay." His voice is soft and gentle. "This Wei Ying only meant it as a joke. The grasslings don't mind, really, they'll grow back. You don't need to cry."

Lan Zhan huffs, unsure of how to say it's not the grass he's crying for.

Lan Zhan watches his hands as he twists them. His bunny ears droop, brushing against the side of his head as he sniffles.

But although this Wei Ying couldn't understand, he still leans forward so he can peer up at him. His dark eyes shine like the magical sparkles his mama used to cast before bedtime. Her own little stars, she'd call them.

One of Lan Zhan's tears catch in the boy's ears, clinging tight to the fur. But Wei Yung doesn't seem to mind.

Instead he hums contemplatively, before he bounces up to his feet and declares, "I know! I'll show you a spell! But you gotta keep it a secret, okay? No one knows it."

Lan Zhan can't stop himself from scoffing. Is this boy saying he invented a spell? This young?

Impossible. Shameless.

Wei Ying takes his skepticism in stride and grins down at Lan Zhan. "Just you wait, you're gonna love this."

Then he steps back, clasping his hands together and shutting his eyes tight, a furrow deepening between his brows.

He starts humming, quietly like he's trying not to disturb anything. It's not a tune Lan Zhan is familiar with, but lots of spells have songs. The problem is that when they backfire they can often create quite the mess.

Lan Zhan leans back slightly, his tears forgotten. He's somewhat wary this is all going to turn very bad, but he can't look away. He finds he has no desire to look away from this boy at all.

Then, to Lan Zhan's shock, a glowing circle appears around the boy. They're not scheduled to learn how to make arrays until they turn 13, but Wei Ying can make one already?

Wei Ying’s hair lifts by some unseen force as his ears stand straight up. His humming grows louder as Lan Zhan’s eyes grow wider.

Then, all at once Wei Ying stops humming and the circle disappears.

Wei Ying beams. "So! What do you think? Neat, huh!"

Lan Zhan blinks up at him. Nothing has changed, is this another trick?

Wei Ying gives him a confident crooked grin. "Look down, you'll see."

Lan Zhan looks at the ground in front of him and gasps.

Where before laid the remains of grass tearing is a patch of brand new bright green grass, growing proud and strong.

This...is creating life. This isn't something a regular witch can do. Most accomplished ones can't! Let alone a boy.

Just who is this magical boy?

TBC Honestly if I do continue it'll either be on the threadfic or in a one-shot on ao3 but they're just so cute ahh

#normally i would just stuff this in my private discord server with all the other ideas and then maybe revisit them one day #but im having fun sharing a bit here #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #mdzs fanfiction #wei wuxian #lan wangji #bushy writing #anyways if there are typos please blame my autocorrect and sleepy brain thanks #also twitte is an interesting platform to post fics because it means i have to focus more on plot than descriptions #which might actually be a good thing otherwise ill judt wac #ill just wax poetic about wwx's smile being the sun #sjjrjsjjga

[bougiebutchbinch]

best thing about writing a/b/o fic is when that you have a reason for everyone sniffing each other and commenting on the subtle notes like fucking wine connoisseurs

#SOME OF US LIKE LONG POETIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SMELLS #yes it is ridiculous #yes I will continue to do it #teehee

[divinekangaroo]

Started reading Lymond Chronicles after @deadendtracks' comment that SK must've read them too / based Tommy on Lymond....

and like i'm what, at ch3 or 4 maybe and...

yeahhhhhhhhhh XD

#i don't mind what crimes i commit as long as they've got a sensible purpose #johnnie the offsider gypsy #by god i'll give you one night to remember the head of your family by (says the elder brother) #also vaguely robin hood ish / will scarlet etc #i do like the very very different prose (same affection for it that i had for the different prose in the Witcher books) #the purple proseness of description which somehow is still very sparing (no long descriptive paragraphs just 1-2 thick sentences) versus #the intense vernacular used in dialogue. i am mildly over the homogenisation of the 'no style' style in current sf/fan genres #the interesting thing is how Dunnett herself in the a/n says how she was trying to craft a certain persistent masculine trope/character #not her exact words but this undercurrent 'Type' of criminal out there #and tommy and lymond (class difference aside) sit in that space #the other thing i think tho.did SK do it from the beginning or did he start to lean harder into that after seeing CM in S1 #I feel certain routes/themes wouldn't have worked with a different kind of actor and later seasons built more and more on CM's strengths #like the descent into S5/S6 imagery and the sheer symbolic/poetic language wouldn't have worked with statham at all...if it ever got there #tim mielants to steven knight while contemplating cm ordinarily drinking his coffee 'he has become the embodiment of my brothergrief'

[fiction-quotes]

The point is that descriptive writing is very rarely entirely accurate and during the reign of Olaf Quimby II as Patrician of Ankh some legislation was passed in a determined attempt to put a stop to this sort of thing and introduce some honesty into reporting. Thus, if a legend said of a noble hero that 'all men spoke of his prowess' any bard who valued his life would add hastily 'except for a couple of people in his home village who thought he was a liar, and quite a lot of other people who had never really heard of him.' Poetic simile was strictly limited to statements like 'his mighty steed was as fleet as the wind on a fairly calm day, say about Force Three,' and any loose talk about a beloved having a face that launched a thousand ships would have to be backed by evidence that the object of desire did indeed look like a bottle of champagne.

Quimby was eventually killed by a disgruntled poet during an experiment conducted in the palace grounds to prove the disputed accuracy of the proverb 'The pen is mightier than the sword', and in his memory it was ambended to include the phrase 'only if the sword is very small and the pen is very sharp.'

  —  The Light Fantastic (Terry Pratchett)

#book quotes #fantasy fiction #terry pratchett #discworld #the light fantastic #books #reading #writing #poetry #stories #storytelling #poetic licence #exaggeration #metaphor #description #killing

[ur-local-kiwi]

sketch i wont do anything with probably.

i remembered this statuette i used to have as a kid. she used to play music, but i cant remember what her song was.

maybe someday i can hear your melody again.

#kiwi is not eveposting... #kiwi art tag<3 #ignore the messed up hands and feet. idk what those are #also i tried to do something poetic w the description thingy but it probably doesnt make sense. sorry

[hellonoblesky]

“Write a minimum of 200 words describing your art piece and why you made it/the significance” brother I am going to wax poetic in here just to up this word count watch me compare warring factions to fucking magnets.

#turtledove yells into the abyss #They can’t stop me from being poetic in the project descriptions I have an A in this class