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novlr · 3 days
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Hi, can you write a paragraph about rain? Can you also give tips on describing nature? Thank you.
Rain can evoke a range of emotions and associations, from the childlike joy of splashing in puddles to the melancholy of grey skies mirroring a character’s mood. But while we’ve all experienced stormy weather, capturing its essence on the page can be surprisingly tricky. Here are some tips to help you write about rain in a way that will make a splash with your readers. (You can also adapt this advice to almost any nature description, but we will try to put out a separate post on more general nature advice at a later date.)
How does it look?
Use vivid adjectives to describe how the rain looks at different times of day and in different conditions.
Mention the angle the rain is falling at. Is it falling straight down? Angled? or even sideways?
Describe the size and shape of the raindrops – are they small and needle-like or large and heavy?
Note if the rain is clear or if it’s tinged grey or yellow from pollution.
Does the rain form puddles, streams, or mini-rivers as it flows?
Describe any ripples, splashes, or concentric circles the rain makes when hitting surfaces.
How does it sound?
Use onomatopoeia like “pitter-patter,” “tapping,” “drumming,” “plinking,” or “hissing” to mimic the sound.
Show the surfaces the rain hits and how that changes the noise — a “clattering” on windows, a “thumping” on the roof, a “plopping” in puddles
Describe the overall volume, from a soft “murmuring” or “whispering” to a loud “pounding” or “roaring”.
Note any variations or patterns in the sound, like a steady drone vs. syncopated rhythms.
How does the sound fill a space? Does it echo? Reverberate? Or is it dampened and muffled?
Describe how the noise of the rain interacts with other ambient sounds in the scene.
How does it feel and smell?
Describe the temperature of the rain and how it feels on the skin. Is it cool and refreshing or shockingly cold?
Describe the tactile sensations, like wetness, dripping, soaking, or chilly dampness.
Note how the rain changes the air, making it humid, misty, or heavy and saturated.
Describe the smell of the rain, which can be clean and fresh, dusty, earthy, or laden with ozone.
Describe how it feels to be out in the rain — are characters getting drenched to the bone or finding shelter?
Use metaphors to compare the feeling to other sensations, like tears on the face or a massage.
What mood and atmosphere does it evoke?
Use the rain to set the overall tone and mood you want to evoke, from gloomy and sad to peaceful and cleansing.
Show how the rain affects the setting, like making colours more vivid or obscuring things with mist.
Describe how the lighting changes, with skies darkening or a glistening sheen over everything.
Describe how the rain makes characters feel emotionally as well as physically.
Use the rain as a symbol or metaphor to mirror the characters’ mental states or the themes of the story.
Show how the rain transforms the world, slowing things down or washing things away, and how characters react to that.
Positive story descriptions
Rain can bring a sense of renewal, growth, and life to the world.
There is a cosy feeling of being inside looking out at the rain, safe and warm.
Rain can make everything glisten and gleam in the light, looking fresh and new.
Show the soothing, hypnotic quality of the rhythmic patter of raindrops.
Rain can be invigorating, energising, and joyful.
Rain can symbolise a fresh start, washing away the old to begin a new chapter.
Negative story descriptions
Rain can create a sense of melancholy, isolation, or loneliness
Rain can be an obstacle or hindrance, slowing characters down or forcing them to change plans.
There is a chilling, bone-deep cold that comes from being soaked in the rain.
Describe the bleak, colourless world that seems to exist when the sky is endlessly grey and stormy.
Show how the rain can feel oppressive, like a heavy weight pushing down on everything.
Describe how the rain can make the world feel dreary, soggy, and depressing, sapping energy and vitality.
Helpful vocabulary
Use words like deluge, downpour, torrent, cloudburst, hammering, lashing, pelting, battering, or thrumming to describe heavy, intense rain.
Try terms like drizzle, mist, sprinkle, shower for lighter rain.
Describe rain-soaked things as drenched, saturated, sodden, waterlogged.
Describe how rain dimples or stipples surfaces.
Gutters may babble, gush, trickle or overflow with rain.
Puddles can slosh, ripple, or reflect like mirrors.
Raindrops may bead up, roll, or slide down windows, leaves and other surfaces.
Adjectives like windswept, blustery, driving, relentless, or unceasing can evoke a storm.
The air may feel close, clammy, sticky, or muggy from humidity.
Petrichor is the earthy scent released when rain falls on dry soil.
Slickers, macs, wellies, brollies, and goloshes are rain gear that can add character details.
After a storm, the world may seem scoured, quenched, drenched, or newly baptised.
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kaylinalexanderbooks · 5 months
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Behind the Scenes Writing Ask Game
So behind the scenes won the poll, but I thought I'd do an ask game with it!
✍️ "when did you get started writing?"
✏️"what are your current WIPs about?"
📜"how did you get started on your WIPs?"
📝"what stages are you currently in your WIPs?"
🖊️"how does your magic system work?"
🖋️"what inspired you to write your WIPs?"
📖"what has surprised you about your WIPs?"
💻"what perspectives do you write in?"
🖥️"what types of writing do you do?"
❤️"what are your favorite scenes from your WIPs?"
😭"what are the biggest challenges writing your WIPs?"
❗"how many WIPs do you have?"
‼️"what has stayed consistent across all drafts?"
⁉️"what do you do when stuck on a scene?"
❓ask anything you want!
If anyone wants to reblog this to play with too that's totally fine with me!
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practically-an-x-man · 10 months
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ok y'know what. I'm tired of all the same questions in ask games so I'm taking matters into my own hands
OC/Writing Art Asks
For the character:
Pencil: does this character have any "sketchy" habits? Have they ever broken the law? Do they regret it?
Pen: what's one minor moment your character regrets? A small mistake, but something they "can't erase"?
Paintbrush: How often does your character "brush over" conflict instead of facing it head on? Is there something specific they don't like to face, or do they avoid conflict as a whole?
Marker: what's one thing your character would never tattoo on their body, even if they were paid a million dollars for it?
Crayon: what was your OC like when they were four years old? Were they loud? Shy? Were they the resident "weird kid" or did they get along with others their age?
Colored Pencil: if given the choice, would this character splurge on an expensive (but potentially worthwhile) branded product, or buy a low-budget alternative even if the quality suffers?
Copics: what is this character's most expensive habit or hobby? Do they ever feel guilty about the money they spend on it?
Graphite: what's something decently common that your character does in a unique or different way? (like how graphite is present in all pencils, but not everyone uses pure graphite)
Charcoal: share any unique physical features about this character that are not scars or tattoos.
Tortillon: does your OC "blend in" with the people around them? Physically? Metaphorically?
Pastels: Give me three colors that best represent your OC. Now give me three colors that your OC likes best. Is there an overlap?
Chalk: what was one activity this character enjoyed with their sibling(s) as a kid? If they don't have siblings, what they did with their neighborhood friends
Eraser: what's one way this character has changed over time? Either over the course of their story, or over the course of designing them as an author.
Palette: list four of your character's primary skills, then share at least two ways these skills might blend or overlap
For the work:
Starry Night: are there any scenes in this work that take place at nighttime? Is this significant, or just the passing of time?
Mona Lisa: oh, it's the fanfic writer's favorite word. Do a find-and-replace on the word "smirk" and share any lines that pop up.
The Scream: are there any moments in this work that you think could scare a reader? Are there any moments where the characters themselves are profoundly scared?
Persistence of Memory: are there any moments in this work where a character's memory plays a strong role? Either an individual memory, or simply a character's ability to recall the past.
Girl With a Pearl Earring: are there any moments in this work where a character's clothing or accessories play a major role?
The Kiss: share your favorite kiss scene from this work. If there's no kiss scene, share your favorite moment of intimacy (romantic or platonic)
American Gothic: what's one relationship between characters in this work that you think people wouldn't expect? (i.e., how the people in American Gothic are not married, they're the painter's sister and dentist)
Guernica: look through a few of your imagery/descriptions in this work. Are they generally straightforward, or are they more "abstract"?
Wheatfield with Crows: are there any scenes in this work that involve birds? Do the birds play a definitive role, or are they simply part of the setting?
Woman with a Parasol: are there any moments in this fic that feel "blurry" to you? Is this a stylistic choice, or would you go back and clarify the descriptions if you were given the chance?
A Sunday Afternoon...: pick one "little moment" from this fic. How representative is it of the fic's tone and story as a whole?
Creation of Adam: choose one character that is not present at the beginning of this work. How did you introduce them into the story?
The Swing: are there any moments in this fic where the characters get to slow down and have fun? If not, why is that?
The Last Supper: does this fic incorporate any symbolism based on religion, theology, or mythology? If so, give an example.
For the author:
Paper: Who do you feel is your most two-dimensional or underdeveloped OC? Why is this? (including those that are still in development/haven't been written about yet)
Canvas: Do you ever "prep" your fics with outlines or warmups before you start writing, or do you just dive right in?
Graffiti: Have you ever had to research something that felt illicit or illegal for a fic? What was it?
Photography: What's one moment from any of your fics that you feel is preserved in your memory?
Clay: Do you usually take time to "sculpt" your OCs before you write them, or develop them as you write?
Film: Which one of your fics do you think would work best if turned into a movie? Who would direct it?
Adhesive: when you write, do you usually "stick" to one character or story for a while, or bounce around various characters and ideas?
Cricut: are there any characters you've had to "cut" from a story? Are there any moments/chapters/stories you've had to "cut" entirely?
Felting: how often do you include soft moments when you write? Do these moments play a role in the main plot, or do you include them as an escape from the rest of the story?
Weaving: are your works typically similar to one another? Pick two works, and share one similarity and one difference between them.
Finger Painting: share a small snippet from your earliest work (or the earliest that you can get back to). How would you rewrite it today? Either share the rewrite itself or just describe how you'd do it.
Creative!: free space! share something you've been dying to share about your writing! Could be an OC that never gets the limelight, a moment you were proud of, or anything else you'd like to share
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lightasthesun · 3 months
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Dialogue Prompts (Taylor's Version)
1♪ “You are the best thing that's ever been mine.”
2♪ “I will never leave you alone.”
3♪ “I'm captivated by you, like a fireworks show.”
4♪ “How's life? Tell me how's your family?”
5♪ “I'm sorry for that night.”
6♪ “Run away now.”
7♪ “Run as fast as you can.”
8♪ “They are the lucky ones.”
9♪ “Have we met?”
10♪ “Who do you love?”
11♪ “Remember this moment?”
12♪ “Remember this feeling.”
13♪ “Life makes love look hard.”
14♪ “I love you. I loved you from the very first day.”
15♪ “Meet me tonight.”
16♪ “You are not the exception.”
17♪ “I can't stop thinking about you and I.”
18♪ “I'm setting you free.”
19♪ “It's gonna be alright.”
20♪ “It's in the past.”
21♪ “Heaven can't help me now.”
22♪ “No one has to know what we do.”
23♪ “Are you insane?”
24♪ “It's been a long six months.”
25♪ “You're my best friend.”
26♪ “It might blow up in your pretty face.”
27♪ “Come here.”
28♪ “I said 'I love you', you say nothing back.”
29♪ “I knew it all along.”
30♪ “How'd we end up on the floor anyway?”
31♪ “She's laughing up at us from hell.”
32♪ “I don't remember.”
33♪ “The end is coming.”
34♪ “You should be doing more.”
35♪ “You have to trust more freely.”
35♪ “Love is a lie.”
36♪ “It's time now, let go.”
37♪ “This is it. I've had enough.”
38♪ “I swear I'm gonna change.”
39♪ “I still love you.”
40♪ “It's been you all along.”
41♪ “I need you.”
42♪ “Look at you, worrying so much about things you can't change.”
43♪ “I'm sorry, too.”
44♪ “Don't get attached.”
45♪ “Everybody knows that.”
46♪ “Why?!”
47♪ “Go out and have some fun.”
48♪ “Why did you let her go?”
49♪ “It's not just a phase I'm in.”
50♪ “Believe in one thing, I won't go away.”
51♪ “I'll wait for you.”
52♪ “Do you know how much I miss you.”
53♪ “All's well that ends well.”
54♪ “Fuck the Patriarchy.”
55♪ “It's supposed to be fun turning 21.”
56♪ “I keep waiting for you but you never come.”
57♪ “I don't know what to think.”
58♪ “You look beautiful tonight.”
59♪ “Forever and always.”
60♪ “I'm in love with you.”
61♪ “There's nothing you can say.”
62♪ “Too late.”
63♪ “Did you ever think of me?”
64♪ “We're still friends.”
65♪ “Take my hand.”
66♪ “I think he did it.”
67♪ “They all want to be you.”
68♪ “What's a lifetime of achievement if I pushed you to the edge and you were too polite to leave me?”
69♪ “Dancing is a dangerous game.”
70♪ “I survived.”
71♪ “What a sad sight.”
72♪ “Yes.”
73♪ “Who knows what could've been.”
74♪ “Are you sure?”
75♪ “This is me trying.”
76♪ “Fuck you forever.”
77♪ “Sir, I think he's bleeding out.”
78♪ “Doc, I think she's crashing out.”
79♪ “Get in, let's drive.”
80♪ “I'd die for you in secret.”
81♪ “Give me a reason.”
82♪ “Im fine.”
83♪ “I love you (ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?)”
84♪ “Where we gonna go?”
85♪ “I rent a place on Cornelia Street.”
86♪ “I don't know.”
87♪ “I'd die for you.”
88♪ “Damn, it's 7am.”
89♪ “Are you ready for it?”
90♪ “Don't thrown away a good thing.”
91♪ “You're gorgeous.”
92♪ “Go, go, go!”
93♪ “That's a lie.”
94♪ “Does he know?”
95♪ “Get your shit together.”
96♪ “Nothing is gonna change.”
97♪ “You made us proud.”
98♪ “Don't leave me here alone.”
99♪ “I know you don't.”
100♪ “We always walked a very thin line.”
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the-ellia-west · 19 days
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Food themed Ask Game
(This is a request to @vyuntspakhkite-l-darling, @mk-writes-stuff and @illarian-rambling... can I join these?)
Please anyone use/play this, and also, I'd love to be asked any of these and anything else <3
🍰Cake - Which of Your Ocs is your favorite?
🧀Cheese - What do you think of your writing on a scale of 1-10 or 1-5 stars and why?
🍓Strawberry - What was the first thing that you remember coming up with about this Wip? Was it a feeling? A character?
🍌Banana - Give me your most mentally deranged character and list off their mental issues (Optional: How they got them/why they have them)
🫚Ginger - Who is your most Responsible Oc, how old are they, how much coffee do they need to survive, and how many hours of sleep do they get? (We know it's not a lot)
🍒Cherry - Which two of your Ocs are most weirdly alike now that you think about it?
🥐Croissant - Which of your Ocs is the most difficult to write?
🥥Coconut - Which one of your characters is most exotic, in the terms of their culture/customs/habits are different from your own?
🫓(Idk what this thing is) - Wild card! Tell me your favorite fact or something you want to share about your Ocs or Oc world.
(PSA, Do not ask my sideblog @jakkon-and-rose-topic banana or you are going to get a 10k word long post)
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operationroots · 2 months
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It’s getting kinda awkward to say that I’m a writer in my spare time, especially when I get comments from people I know like “oh, what do you write? Have I read it before? Can I read something?”
Like no…Denise. I’m pretty sure you haven’t read, nor would you want to read, a smutty fanfic about a clown from a popular anime/Netflix show
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sassystyl · 27 days
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Hey writer of Tumblr what is your'e go to writing fuel? I'll go first and that's just plain water.
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beholdme · 11 months
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BOTH HAVE AMNESIA — I am GIDDY over this
ME TOO
I cannot wait to get to this eventually. Basically, the premise is that Hob loses his memories in the first world war, has NO IDEA he's immortal, and eventually ends up working for Burgess. Dream is soooooo happy to see him but Hob doesn't remember him!
Still, since Dream is suddenly willing to talk to someone, they figure out a plan to break him out (even amnesia Hob hates seeing Dream in a cage). Something is the action of the escape triggers Hob and he gets his memories back.
BUT RIGHT AS DREAM GETS OUT, something happens with the binding spells, and Dream loses HIS memories. So now we have a newly recovered Hob and a newly amnesiac Dream.
What could go wrong!
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lokisgoodgirl · 3 months
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help how do I do those little line picture things that are used to aesthetically cut between text in a writing 😭I CANT EXPLAIN WELL, IDK IF THAT MAKES ANY SENSE BUT PLEASE
Hellooo! Apols for the delay - christmas brain :) I'm guessing you mean dividers like this?
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I'm sure there are lots and lots of talented creators, but my favoured choice is @firefly-graphics - hers are absolutely gorgeous and so versatile! She has lots by fandom, aesthetic (eg seasonal, above) and gorgeous plainer ones too. (Just remember to reblog the set/s you use from to make sure other people can see how great they are!) Her divider masterlist is here If you find one you like, save it like you would a picture to your computer/phone. Then when you're in your writing post, put it in like you would a normal picture where you want it to go!
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Hope that helps x
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pinespittinink · 1 year
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🎊 writer asks except they’re all things i have in my room 🎊
vintage mirror: how long have you been working on your most devoted project?
velvet pumpkin: what do you like describing the most when it comes to scene dressing? share an excerpt
leather ottoman: how do you structure your wips? do you outline or fly fast and loose?
hot chocolate squishmallow: do you include food in your writing? do you have a preferred beverage you gravitate toward while working?
star-shaped crystal: have you ever been inspired by a dream? tell us about it
gold obsidian egg: what do you treasure the most about your wip?
van gogh tapestry: do you create from any specific emotion? what drives you?
giant bt21 shooky pillow: what’s the most warm and fuzzy scene in your wip? share an excerpt
handwritten poems: what do you do when experiencing writer’s block?
evenstar necklace: if you could give any of your characters a gift, what would it be?
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estrellami-1 · 9 months
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Writer prompt: hurt Steve Harrington
Jesus fuck babe I think you’re trying to kill me.
Also side note this was NOT supposed to be Steve channeling Steve Rogers but. Oh well. It happened and honestly I’m not upset about it. They both get the doe-eyed brunet with the hair at the end, so. 🤷‍♀️ also you should know I’m absolutely incapable of not ending with fluff, so. That is happening. Thanks for the prompt! ❤️
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Steve was used to getting back up.
He was used to taking the hit, to walking it off, so no one else had to.
Perhaps the most notable one was underneath Starcourt, in a skimpy sailor costume, so his then-coworker—and God, now he can’t imagine life without her—could hopefully remain unscathed.
He was used to being brushed aside, labeled other, unimportant, dumb. He was used to brushing all that off. Like water off a ducks back or whatnot.
But this.
God.
This was total, all-encompassing, dizzying, terrifying.
It had started as a small headache. He wasn’t sure from what—from not drinking enough, skipping lunch, not sleeping enough, just too many bright lights and loud sounds, who knows—but it didn’t matter, not now, not with the way it had grown, from a slight pulse behind his eyes to a jackhammer through his skull. His vision was going in and out, his ears were ringing, he couldn’t even tell if he was standing or laying or upside-down.
All that mattered—all he could think about—was the pain.
Time didn’t exist, which meant he didn’t know how long it had been since it had started to now, feeling a hand on his shoulder. He wanted to move, to jerk away, but he couldn’t. Couldn’t tell if the hand was friendly or not. It didn’t matter; whatever they could do to him couldn’t be worse than this.
He would know. This hurt worse than the Russians.
Something pushed against his lips, and he opened on instinct, swallowing pills on instinct.
He didn’t have the capacity to wonder what it was, if it was more medicine, if the medicine he’d already taken had worn off, or if it was something worse.
He didn’t have the capacity to wonder about the hand on his shoulder, the other hand now on his head, in his hair. He couldn’t move away.
The pain lessened slightly. The hand in his hair, on his shoulder, felt nice. He didn’t move away.
The pain lessened slightly. A warm body, next to his. Familiar.
The pain lessened slightly. Words, a voice, whispering.
The pain lessened slightly. He could make out what the voice was saying, if he concentrated hard enough.
“You’ll be okay, Stevie, I’ve gotcha. ‘M glad Robin called me, said she thought you weren’t okay. God, to think you were just going to try to ride this out on your own.” A pause. “I’m only sorry for breaking in because it feels like something I should be sorry about. But I’m not sorry, if it means you’re not alone. If it means I can help you through this somehow.” A hand moved through his hair again. “I really hope any of this is actually helping. Kinda outta my depths here.”
Steve focused more. He knew that voice. “Eds?”
He winced, curled in on himself. The jackhammers doubled for a few seconds, drowned out any and everything else.
“Shh,” Eddie said. “Yeah, it’s me. Can you give me one of your hands?”
Steve focused. Tried to remember the rest of his body. Found a hand, prickly like tv static. Moved it until it hit something unyielding.
Eddie scooped it up, placed it in his palm. Lifted Steve’s first finger, let it fall against a callus, under his fingers. “Tap once for yes, twice for no.”
Tap.
“Good. Can you drink some water for me?”
Steve didn’t move. He wasn’t sure.
“Okay, let’s try this. Would water help right now?”
Tap. Hesitant, he didn’t want to move, but it probably would help.
“Okay. We can do that in a second, I’ve got a glass right here. Do you feel nauseous?”
Another pause, then two taps.
Eddie tapped back. “Do you think you could get nauseous if you move?”
Tap.
Eddie sighed. “Okay. Can I move you for just a second? So you can drink some water?”
Tap. Hesitant, but there.
“Brave boy,” Eddie murmured. “Let me do the moving, m’kay? You focus on keeping lunch down, but if you can’t, I’ll have a trash can ready. Okay?”
Tap.
“Alright.”
The world spun behind his closed eyelids, and he gagged, but kept it down.
“Good,” Eddie murmured, now behind him. “You’re doing so good, Steve. Little bit of water, now, slow, small sips, take your time.”
A glass pressed against his lips. He opened. Slow, small sips, like Eddie had said.
“Good,” Eddie said again, moving the glass away. His hand found Steve’s again. “Think you can sleep?”
A tap, then a squeeze.
Eddie paused. “With me here?”
Tap.
“Okay, Stevie. Okay. I’ll stay. Always.”
Steve woke up an indeterminate amount of time later. His head still hurt some, but it was much better than it had been. He rolled over to look at Eddie, who was waking up. “Mornin’,” Eddie murmured. “How’re you feeling?”
“Good,” Steve whispered. “You stayed. You came.”
“Course I did,” Eddie said, hand finding Steve’s hair again. “You needed me.”
Steve’s hand found Eddie’s other palm, tucked between them. Tap. “Always.”
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novlr · 2 months
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how to describe despair in writing
Despair is a visceral and crushing emotion—one that echoes through the pages of a story, gripping readers with its raw intensity. It is more than just a feeling; it’s an abyss that characters fall into, a shadow that colours their every action and decision with hues of hopelessness and loss.
Behaviour
Neglecting personal care or obligations.
A lack of motivation or interest in activities they once enjoyed.
Withdrawing from social situations or avoiding company.
Engaging in self-destructive actions or habits.
Consistent signs of fatigue or lethargy.
Frequent emotional outbursts or mood swings.
An inability to concentrate or focus on tasks.
Indecisive, even on trivial matters.
Focusing on negative thoughts.
Displaying a loss of hope or a sense of defeat.
Interactions
Avoiding physical or eye contact with others.
Short-tempered and easily irritated.tempered
Speaking in monosyllables or giving terse responses.
A sense of indifference or apathy toward others’ concerns.
Struggling to express themselves or to articulate their feelings.
Misinterpreting others’ intentions or words negatively.
Isolating themselves despite offers of help or companionship.
Being unresponsive to attempts at humour or light-heartedness.
Blaming others or external circumstances for their despair.
Seeking out enablers or situations that validate their mindset.
Body language
Slumped shoulders or a consistently bowed head.
Averted gaze or blank stares into the distance.
Fidgeting, such as wringing hands or picking at skin.
Slow, dragging movements or a lack of coordination.
Heavy sighing or audible breaths.
Neglecting personal space or boundaries.
Minimal gestures or lifeless posture.
Clenched fists or jaw during moments of heightened emotion.
Visible trembling or shaking due to emotional strain.
A general lack of energy or life in physical presence.
Attitude
Pessimism towards the future.
Cynicism about intentions, whether their own or others’.
Resignation, believing that effort will not change their situation.
Indifference to opportunities or choices presented to them.
A sense of helplessness or powerlessness in all scenarios.
Self-deprecation and a tendency to dismiss their own value.
An overwhelming sense of guilt or responsibility for past events.
A fixation on the negative aspects of every situation.
An inability to accept comfort or positive feedback.
Believing they are a burden to others.
Positive Story Outcomes
An epiphany or realisation that sparks a desire for change.
A gesture of kindness from another character that provides a glimmer of hope.
The discovery of an inner strength or previously untapped resource.
A serendipitous event that offers a new perspective or opportunity.
The formation of a supportive relationship or friendship.
Minor victories or achievements that build self-confidence.
Learning a valuable lesson through hardship.
Developing empathy for others going through similar experiences.
Finding purpose in aiding others, easing their own despair.
An eventual embrace of vulnerability, leading to healing and growth.
Negative Story Outcomes
A surrender with long-lasting consequences.
The breakdown of important relationships.
A significant loss incurred because of inaction or apathy.
Descent into a more self-destructive or reckless lifestyle.
The solidification of a character’s role as an antagonist.
A missed opportunity for redemption or improvement.
A worsening of the character’s situation, potentially affecting others.
The development of a trait or flaw that hinders future happiness or success.
A downfall that provides a cautionary tale within the narrative.
A tragic ending that leaves a profound impact on the reader and other characters.
Helpful Vocabulary
Desolate
Forlorn
Wretched
Crestfallen
Anguished
Dolorous
Bereft
Hollow
Numb
Morose
Sullen
Bleak
Languish
Melancholy
Hopeless
Despondent
Dejected
Heartbroken
Miserable
Pained
Woeful
Eclipsed
Defeated
Overwhelmed
Grief-stricken
Tormented
Disconsolate
Listless
Oppressed
Despairing
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book-of-baba-fett · 5 months
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✨ Ask Game: Anonymously Ask Me Anything About My Fics ✨
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25 Character Questions for the Writer
It's been a while since I've made one of these! I hope you enjoy it ^>^ Please remember to share and drop an ask to the folks you reblog it from! Let's bring some connections back in this community!
Likes and dislikes
1. What is your character’s favourite food and why?
2. Does your character indulge often in the things they like?
3. What makes your character’s skin crawl?
4. What does your character hate the most?
5. Tell us about something that your character finds sweet.
Past and childhood
6. What is your character’s fondest memory?
7. What does your character miss most from their childhood?
8. Is there something your character deeply regrets from their past?
9. If asked, would your character say they were happy as a child?
10. What were your character’s favourite and least favourite parts of their education?
Relationships
11. Who are your character’s most important people?
12. Who had the most negative impact on your character’s life?
13. Who had the most positive impact on your character’s life?
14. Who would your character never betray?
15. Who does your character look up to and who do they despise?
16. Who would your character consider as part of their family?
18. What is your character’s relationship with their parents/the people that raised them?
19. Does your character have many friends? Best friends?
20. Does your character have any significant others?
Miscellaneous
21. Does your character have trust issues?
22. What is your character most afraid of?
23. Does your character have any pets?
24. What do they like about their appearance?
25. Do they play any musical instrument?
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frankcastlescumslut · 2 years
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okay so idk about you, but i have accepted that matt murdock is a pain whore. a masochist, if you will. so kind of sub!matt x reader smut where they keep pressing on his bruises and choking the life out of him and he's just enjoying it 😌 drooling at the thought rn.
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oh I have thought, pondered, philosophized, theorized, abt this all day. i’m drooling from my pu-
Pain and Pleasure
word count: 2.5k
pairing: sub!Matt Murdock x dom!Fem Reader
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!!! sub/dom themes, oral (m receiving) p in v, slight degradation, praise kink, use of “mommy” (sorry this is more for me than anyone else lol) use of “good boy”, cockwarming, slight breeding mention, use of safe word/color
comments/feedback/reblogs/like are always welcome!!! my inbox is currently open!!! thank you for reading!!
DO NOT STEAL OR REPOST MY WORK. I’LL CRY.
“what did I tell you about that, huh?” the freezer door slams shut.
“what did I tell you about going out without your suit?“ cabinet drawers rattle as you yank them open in search for a dish towel.
“do you remember?” you hastily turn on the sink in order to wet the rag before wrapping the ice pack, not allowing Matt to answer your rhetorical questions.
“I said, ‘Matthew, if you go out there, you’re gonna get hurt’, and what happened?” your feet carry you to the couch, quickly straddling the battered body. he winces as you place the cool ice pack against the growing bruise on his cheekbone.
“you got hurt.”
you can’t help the way your heart lurches as his puppy dog eyes droop under your touch. he looks pitiful.
“I’m sorry,” he all but whispers in defeat.
you want to be mad. you want to be furious. you want to grab him by the shirt and yell in his face that he doesn’t have to be a martyr, but you don’t. you can’t.
it’s quiet as you contemplate whether you should keep up your facade of empty anger that disguised your worry; only the sounds of shallow breathing and the buzzing of neon fills the apartment.
the ice pack numbs your palm as you hold it against the wound. your free hand strokes his hair, welcoming the way he leans into your touch.
you take a moment to scan his body for any glaring injuries and breathe a sigh of relief as you spot none. a few scrapes and bruises linger around his neck and his lip is nearly cracked, but nothing out of the ordinary. you can’t even be sure the bruises around his throat aren’t from you.
“‘’m sorry, really. I shouldn’t have gone out tonight, you were-“ his eyelids flutter and his voice gets caught.
“Matt? what’s wrong? did I hurt you?” your face scrunches in concern as you search for the culprit of his pain, quickly pulling the ice pack away.
“n-no, sweetheart,” he clears his throat and looks anywhere other than your face.
“sorry, I just-“ his mouth falls open as you place the ice on his bruise. that’s a face you’ve seen before, just not under these circumstances.
the air gets trapped in your lungs as you make sense of the scene before you, and the growing bulge underneath you.
your gaze doesn’t go unnoticed. blood seems to course through your body at an alarming rate, emphasizing the warmth in your cheeks, neck, and core. your eyes shut in embarrassment; he is hurting, get it together, but the image of his doe eyes and full pout is seared into your memory.
it's as if your hips move on their own accord, slightly adjusting to the hard member that rubs against you, and the whimper that leaves his lips acts as a switch, activating your own needs.
“Matthew,” his name leaves your lips as a whisper, barely concealing your urge to moan.
“do you like that?” it’s condescending. the ice pack presses into his cheekbone ever so slightly, eliciting a small moan.
“does it feel good?” you can’t help but lightly grind yourself against him as you lean forward, placing a gentle kiss to his throat. his hips buck in response.
“do you like it when I do this?” you add a little more pressure to his bruise while simultaneously nipping at his neck. the taste of his blood, sweat, and dirt coat your tongue, only adding to your enjoyment.
his chest heaves underneath you as you taste him. it’s overwhelming- the way your heartbeat thunders in his ears, confirming your enjoyment, the way your blood rushes to your cheeks, the way your arousal practically perfumes the living room- he’s desperate for you.
“please,” hazel eyes desperately search your face.
“please what, baby?” fingertips trace along his cheeks and chin before softly caressing his lips.
“please touch-touch me” he stammers, eyes wild and breath uneven. you can’t help but press your lips to his in order to soothe him. he melts under your affection, groaning at the touch.
“you want me to touch you?” you mumble into his lips while rocking your clothed, aching cunt against him.
“yes, please” a large hand grips your waist, holding you to him, while the other grasps at the leather couch.
“mm, such a good boy when you beg” your teeth catch his bottom lip as he ruts into you.
you reluctantly pull away from his swollen lips, but relish in the sight beneath you. his eyelids are hooded over, lips glisten with your spit, and his chest rises as quickly as it falls from uneven breaths. he’s ruined and you haven’t even touched him yet.
you can’t help but laugh at the way a hand reaches out to grab at your thigh as you hoist yourself off of him.
“ohh, someone’s needy, huh?” he whimpers at your realization.
the sounds of clothes dropping to the floor sends a blush to his cheeks and he groans as his pants become unbearably tight. your arousal practically coats his tongue as he licks his lips, needy for any part of you.
he’s surprised when your fingers lift the hem of his black shirt, but he doesn’t question it and lifts his arms for you to strip him. your fingers scramble to remove the remaining clothes, careful to avoid his member as you slide his pants off, not wanting to give him the satisfaction quite yet.
“sit up” your voice is harsh and you swear you saw his cock twitch through his boxers.
he immediately obeys, a little too quickly and eagerly, and scrambles so that his back rests against the cushions. a smirk finds home on your lips at his desperation.
“you’ve been such a good listener for me, baby,” you stroke the side of his face as you shuffle between his legs.
“do you think so? do you think I should reward you for being a good boy?” he moans as your delicate fingers squeeze the sides of his throat. your arousal practically drips from your bare core.
“y-yes mommy! yes, please, I-“ you swipe two fingers through your wet folds before placing them in his mouth. he moans into the taste of you on your fingers, tongue swirling around the digits in haste.
a gag fills the room as you shove your fingers further into his throat, his hand that wraps around your wrist only pushes them down further.
“Matt, sweetheart, what’s your color?” you wipe away the tear that falls onto his cheek.
“green! green” his eyes fall shut as he places a kiss to your palm.
your lips melt into one another as you swallow his moan. it took so much for him to admit that he needed to be out of control every once in a while, and god, you swore that you would never complain again if it meant you could take care of him like this- to be the one to soothe him was an honor you wore proudly.
as much as you were hesitant to admit it, you also loved seeing him absolutely wrecked under your control.
the hardwood floor is rough under your knees, but the sight of Matt coming undone in front of you is enough to distract you from the discomfort.
“oh jesus!” the name sounds ludicrous coming from his lips as you free his member from its constraints.
“ohh, look at you sweet boy,” you coo, running a finger from the shaft to the leaking tip. his hips automatically buck into your touch, desperate for more.
“do you need me to make you feel better, hm?” your fingertips practically glide over him.
his hands dig into the leather as he twitches and squirms.
“please, please I can’t take it. please, I need you”
“you know I love it when you beg, such a good boy for me” you breathe against his member before placing a small kiss to the red tip, precum wetting your lips.
the moans that fill the living room are filthy.
your hands rest on your knees as your tongue trails from the base of his cock to swirl around the sensitive tip. hot breath only provides extra stimulation before you wrap your plush lips around him, gently sucking and lapping up the drops of precum.
your eyes flutter shut as you relish the taste of him with a moan, causing him to twitch against your tongue. his moans and whimpers sound like music.
“christ, that feels so good sweetheart” his eyes flutter as he leans his head against the cushion.
“mhm?” your response is muffled as you bob your head down the length of him.
“your mouth feels so good, angel, fuck” you stick your tongue out so that you can take him further into your mouth, gagging as the tip hits the back of your throat.
you hoist yourself up, hands pressing into the tops of his knees, so you can take him fully. strings of spit dribble from your lips and onto his cock as you suck, your name falling from his lips.
large hands smooth your hair into a makeshift ponytail and you feel your head being pushed further down- nose meeting his pelvis. you couldn’t stop your arousal from coating your pussy.
“just like that, fuck!“ you peek through tear stained eyelashes to find his face, squished and mouth agape as he used you. you drag a small hand up his torso and land on his neck, fingers desperately squeezing.
“you’re gonna make me cum, I want to cum” his thrusts become sloppy as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth.
you gasp for air as you release him. Matt didn’t need his sight to enjoy the way your drool coats your lips and chin and tears stained your face. you could feel yourself slipping out of control, desperate for his touch.
“not yet, baby” you hoist yourself up, his large hands hold onto your hips you as you catch your breath.
“you’re gonna cum in my pussy, okay?” he leans forward to pull you against him, your face is squished against his before you can protest.
you moan in unison as you straddle him, your warm cunt nudging against his throbbing cock. you slip a hand between your bodies before running the tip through your wet folds.
“fuck, use me, please, use me” he cries into your neck.
you lower yourself slightly, only allowing the tip to fill your need.
“that feel good, hm? does my pussy feel good around you?” you try to catch a glimpse of the way your pussy teases him.
“so good, you make me feel so good” he gently bites down on your neck, pulling a moan from you.
“look at me, baby” your hand finds the hair at the nape of his neck and tugs, pulling him to face you. his glazed eyes scan your face, desperate to find your eyes.
“i want to watch you while i use you” you lower yourself onto him, fully taking his length. your eyes flutter, trying hard to watch as he unravels in front of you as your pussy grips him.
“god Matty, you’re so fucking big” you hold onto his shoulders as you adjust, his hands gripping your waist.
a small whimper leaves his lips as you squeeze around him.
“you’re doing so good for me,” you push his hair out of his face as you grind your hips forward, hitting your g-spot expertly.
“you feel so, fuck, so good”, he moans into your mouth as you pick up your pace.
“feels like h-heaven. you feel like heaven” you can’t help but clench at his praise. your hands roam his body in an attempt to draw even closer.
“i love the way you fill my pussy, you’re such a good boy” you bounce up and down while peppering wet kisses to his jaw and neck, squeezing gently to swallow his moan.
“such a good boy for me” you moan into his mouth.
his hands grasp at your soft skin, helping to lift you enough just to slam you back down on his length. his orgasm threatens to spill over as you squeeze around him.
“‘m gonna cum, god, ‘m gonna cum” he’s mumbling into the air as you lick a stripe along his neck.
“not yet, baby. wait for me” you take advantage of his open mouthed moans by sticking two fingers against his tongue. he wets them with ease, and you begin to circle your clit.
your cunt flutters with the new pleasure, and you realize how close you are to your own orgasm. Matt picks up on your increased heartbeat and the goosebumps that litter your skin. his hands roam your body as you grind against him, chasing your own climax, and his mouth wraps around your supple breasts.
“fuck, baby” you moan at the new sensation of his teeth grazing your nipples.
“i’m gonna cum soon, are you ready to cum with me?” your hand pulls at his hair, his eyes slamming shut.
”hm? gonna be a good boy and cum with me?”
“yes, mommy” your mouth slacks open as he responds with one of your nipples between his teeth.
you nearly orgasm on the spot.
you rub circles against your sensitive clit and rut against him, desperate to achieve your high. his cock twitches inside of you and you know he’s doing his best to wait for you.
fingers pinch and pull at your nipple that isn’t in his mouth and he moans against you, thrusting in determination to bring you crashing down on him.
“that’s it, baby. make mommy feel good, you’re doing so good for me” your head flies back as your g-spot is hit with precision.
“fuck, Matty, I’m gonna cum-“ your forehead rests against his, your fingers rubbing your clit.
“cum on my cock, please, please”
“cum in my pussy, baby. be a good boy and fill my pussy”
your moans reverberate throughout the apartment as you both climax together. it’s messy, animalistic, and you claw at each other to somehow prolong the pleasure as you become enmeshed. you slowly drag your core up and down his length to milk him, eventually coming to a stop with him still buried in you.
you catch his quivering lip in between yours as he twitches under your touch. your body warms as his calloused hands rub against your bare back before resting on your waist, pulling you closer to him. the air buzzes between your bodies as you come to.
“I love you” you brush his hair out of his face before placing a kiss to his forehead.
“I love you” his lips meet your sternum.
it takes you a second to meet his stare. his eyes are sleepy, his lips curl into a dopey smile, and he relaxes into the feel of your hand against his cheek.
“how are you feeling? can I get you some water? what do you need, honey?” you’re not sure why you whisper, but it feels right- intimate.
“you. just you” he pulls your forehead to his lips.
your nose nuzzles into the crook of his neck as you rest against him, enjoying his warmth and embrace. his back is smooth under the feel of your fingers as you draw lazy circles into his skin, him following suit on your own back.
your eyes close while you silently thank whatever god he prays to for sending him to you.
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thank you for this yummy ask🙈
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ficwip · 1 year
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2022 in review
What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out? Would you do it again?
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