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Teluanen i'na, lethallin

@crassmahariel / crassmahariel.tumblr.com

Dawsey / 26 Trans-NB/Asexual Icon by zeuswares! Video games, personal rants, cats, and some other stuff that I like.
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Anonymous asked:

Could you give any advice for "descriptive" writing of any scene or action scenes or mapping out the scenery (Mountains, forests, streets etc) - i believe this is a struggle for Non-English speaking writers due to lack of vast vocabulary.

Common Scenery Description Tips

Vocabulary is clearly an important part of description, but it doesn’t have to be a limit. The most important thing about description in fiction is picking the right details to mention:

  • How does the details add to the mood of the story? A mountain ridge will be dark, gray and foggy if the overall mood is meant to be mysterious/brooding. In contrast, a mountain can be brilliantly snow-capped, lush green and “smiling down” upon the character if they’re out for a light stroll.
  • How are the contrasts/complementary aspects being brought out?
  • Are you using the five senses? You can even combine the senses, ie. blue ringing of the church bells
  • (If you have the POV character) what 

Some other tips for setting description:

  • Use similes and metaphors. Creative figures of speech always get my attention as a reader. 
  • Mention story-specific elements. For example, “The sky was the shade of Zoes’ eyes” or “the mountains looked like a group of trolls sleeping on one another” 
  • Be concise. Today’s readers don’t want to read paragraphs and paragraphs about one landscape. Outline the larger elements in the scene, their location and general mood. Add some details, then move on. 
  • If the same location appears multiple times, differentiate the description little by little as you write, instead of trying to lay out one scene in too much detail at once. 

That said, here are some helpful words/phrases:

Forests/Mountains

  • Color: bone-white, phantom-white, hazy gray
  • Sound: rumbling, booming grumbling, bellowing clapping, trundling, growling, thundering
  • Shape: crinkled, crumpled, knotted, grizzled, rumpled, wrinkled, craggy, jagged, gnarled, rugose  
  • Action: sky-punching/stabbing/piercing/spearing, heaven-touching/kissing, snow-cloaked/hooded/wreathed/festooned
  • Sloping sides, sharp/rounded ridges, high point/peak/summit
  • Majestic, gargantuan humbling, vast, massive, titanic, towering, monumental, mighty, vast, humbling
  • Mountains having faces, etc. 

Seas

  • Color: blue-green, crystal-clear crystalline, emerald, frothy, hazy, glistening, pristine, turquoise
  • Size: boundless, abyssal, fathomless, unconquerable, vast, wondrous
  • Sound: billowing, blustering, bombastic
  • Action: boisterous, agitated, angry, biting, breaking, brazen. Churning, bubbling, changing, brooding, calm, convulsing, enticing erratic, fierce, tempestuous, turbulent, undulating
  • Alluring, blissful, betwitching, breezy, captivating, chaotic, chilly, elemental, disorienting

Deserts

  • Sight: A landscape of sand, flat, harsh sunlight, cacti, tumbleweeds, dust devils, cracked land, crumbing rock, sandstone, canyons, wind-worn rock formations, tracks, dead grasses, vibrant desert blooms (after rainfall), flash flooding, dry creek
  • Sounds: Wind (whistling, howling, piping, tearing, weaving, winding, gusting), birds cawing, flapping, squawking, the fluttering shift of feasting birds, screeching eagles, the sound of one’s own steps, heavy silence, baying wild dogs
  • Smell: Arid air, dust, one’s own sweat and body odor, dry baked earth, carrion
  • Touch: Torrid heat, sweat, cutting wind, cracked lips, freezing cold (night) hard packed ground, rocks, gritty sand, shivering, swiping away dirt and sweat, pain from split lips and dehydration, numbness in legs, heat/pain from sun stroke, clothes…
  • Taste: Grit, dust, dry mouth & tongue, warm flat canteen water, copper taste in mouth, bitter taste of insects for eating, stringy wild game (hares, rats) the tough saltiness of hardtack, biscuits or jerky, an insatiable thirst or hunger

Streets

  • Dusty, fume-filled, foul, sumptuous, broad, bucolic, decayed, mournful, seemingly endless, empty, unpaved, lifeless, dreadfully genteel, muddy, nondescript, residential/retail
  • Bleach, flimsy, silent, narrow, crooked, furrowed, smoggy, commonplace, tumbledown, treeless, shady
  • The blacktop streets absorb the spring sunshine as if intent upon sending heaven's warmth back through my soles.
  • The streets absorbed the emotions in the air, the city as the steady and reassuring mother.
  • The streets were a marriage of sounds, from bicycle wheels to chattering.
  • In the refreshing light of early daytime, the streets had the hues of artistic dreamtime, soft yet bold pastels.
  • Cobbled streets flowed as happy rivers in sunlight.

Parties

Some extra tips for locations like parties, where lots of action is going around practically everywhere:

  • Focus on the important characters - where they are, who they’re with. 
  • Provide some overall description of the structure of the party scene (a pool, a two-storey house with yard?), then move on to details. 
  • Don’t try to describe everything. 
  • whirlwind of laughter and music, a symphony of joyous chaos.
  • It was a gathering that shimmered with the glow of twinkling lights and echoed with the rhythm of dancing feet.
  • The air was alive with excitement, buzzing with conversations and the clink of glasses.
  • Every corner held a story waiting to unfold, a moment waiting to be captured in memory.
  • It was a tapestry of colors, a mosaic of faces, each adding their own brushstroke to the vibrant canvas of the night.
  • Laughter cascaded like a waterfall, infectious and unstoppable, filling the room with warmth.
  • The night was a carnival of senses, with aromas of delicious food mingling with the melodies that filled the air.
  • Time seemed to slip away in the whirl of the party, moments blending into each other like colors on a palette.
  • The energy of the crowd was electric, pulsing through the room like a heartbeat, binding everyone in a shared moment of celebration.
  • It was a celebration of life, where worries faded into the background, and the present moment was all that mattered.
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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

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Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

Ofcourse. They are all welcome.

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skelegenie

Well if it ain’t by now, I guess I’m a danger to myself lmaoo

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hey good news

there's a specifically designated role in the naked mole rat ecology for "guy who runs off into the wilderness and fucks their way into a stranger's house"

Y'all have no idea how absurdly strange naked mole rats are as creatures They're cold-blooded mammals that live in a eusocial structure with a queen and drones, similar to ants, bees, termites and no other mammal on the planet. They barely need to breathe, with a respiration rate low enough to let them thrive in burrows with 2% oxygen, and survive with 0 oxygen whatsoever for about 20 minutes with zero lasting effects.

They live for over 30 years, which is absurdly long for a rodent, don't grow frail with age, and are basically immune to cancer because their telomeres just never shorten.

Naked Mole Rats are rodents that attempted to evolve into bugs, failed, and unlocked the secret to immortality in the process.

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uchidachi

I feel like the psyops are back…

Ok let’s go over this again, for those with short memories:

The psyops work by taking (screenshotting or paraphrasing) REAL leftist takes by REAL people, (very often American POC,) generally where they are upset or discouraged about the us government or democrats specifically.

Then, the psyop either adds to the post (or in a separate post) something to direct the conversation into “things will never change” “voting does nothing” “politicians are all the same” etc.

The POINT of the psyop is to make leftists who agree with the REAL person who made the original post ALSO agree with the psyop, by conflating the two as being the same person, or at least being on the same side.

anyone who tells you not to vote is not on your side

Alright, let's discuss this. And since I'm going to be talking for a minute here, and I'm going to use pictures, we're putting it behind a read-more. I'm considerate like that. Any inline links you see that are in words will be links to definitions and news articles that discuss topics more in-depth. [legal dictionaries, Merriam-Webster, Al-Jazeera, etc]

Hold on to that, because it's probably the nicest I'm going to be in this whole post.

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ahfuck-why

face holding is something that is so precious and personal to me. yes, grab my face or cradle it in your hands. i'll gladly put myself under the mercy of the strength of those hands.

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eirian

i watched one (1) video on how to draw hands that changed my life forever. like. i can suddenly draw hands again

these were all drawn without reference btw. i can just. Understand Hands now (for the most part, im sure theres definitely inaccuracies). im a little baffled

for those of u asking for the vid!

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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

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