The Shadow of a Winged OneIn the darkness I wander,The Shadow of a Winged One by Starbrite234
For what purpose exactly....
Why it is rather somber,
For these reasons are rather deadly.
Light provides no cover of stealth,
thus it serves no aid for plans made.
It is more of a case of wavering health,
Truth be told...in its presence I might fade.
For thou has no infliction,
of person or otherwise.
It embitters me in addition,
that you move to condemn me with lies.
For the night is mine, and the day your course,
A sinner am I, hidden in the shadow of thine’s tainted force.
A Century of Dreams (APH Steampunk Poetry)Cogs and gears are like the threads fine crocheting,A Century of Dreams (APH Steampunk Poetry) by Starbrite234
interwoven in the arteries of the heart of Frankfurt.
They are as commonplace as the people,
who sit in the cafes alongside the cobblestone roads;
Venturing about talk and gossip,
as the clicks and turns go about,
whilst the sounds of the world around them meld to become music.
Vati said once,
that a century of grandfather clocks lie silent in Römerberg.
Waiting with thin hands until the strike of noon,
to sing a symphony of beautiful metallic sound.
Those where the rare few sentences uttered that day,
that were clean of irritation,
and raw with intelligence and passion.
He also said that similarly,
I was his and Mutti’s cacophony;
a senseless melody of childish whims and loud laughter.
Mutti told us not to run late,
early in the morn of Monday,
as his lips met her proper cheek.
We whisked out the door into the brass and metal city,
as her small hands touched the warmth he had left behind.
It was here there that I like to
SpaMano - Tell him I said...TheOnlyThingIsAnime
"What does that bastard want now?" Lovino groaned, rolling his eyes in annoyance. Feliciano, his brother, had been transmitting messages from Lovino to Antonio, telling each one in detail what the other had said. The two were currently in an argument, and had refused to look at each other until they made up, which they claimed would never happen. Their only source of communication? The tiny, naive, manipulative Feliciano. Plus, he was the only one who was willing to do it.
"He says he wants to stop fighting," Feliciano replied, his usual wide smile not falling from his
Oceanic Skies [Clear x Depressed!Reader]TheNobodyofaSOLDIER
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b8c_A_EeVsY&spfreload=10 Please listen while you read!)
~Yura, yuram yurameku,~
~Namino ma hi.~
He was beautiful.
But, that was not the reason why you loved him.
His eyes, pools of soft gold, often gazed into the infinity above you, marveling at its majesty yet delicate and simple beauty. They sparkled with delight as a soft breeze moved the clouds across the light of the sun, as if venturing to some unknown, celestial destination. His pale skin radiated the gentle light of the moon. In fact, it was almost as if it captured that heavenly aura as it so glowed. His smile melted every trouble locked away into unknown depths within you, almost as if they had never been there in the first place. His silvery locks glistened in the light as if flecks of starlight dance within those strands of silk as you slid your fingers through them.
But, no, that was not why you loved him.
~Kira, kira, kagayaku,~
~Koe wa tada yure kanata e to...~
Ghostalia X Reader: VenezianoMiistical
~Oh, sweet child of mine/With your kisses so divine/Let you not break that quivering dove/Lest you lose Heaven's love~
Steeling your nerves, you looked to the right and on the swing next to you was a young man, forever stuck in his late teens. His eyes were closed, but his face was pointed in your direction; giving the distinct impression that he was looking at you.
Even with his eyes closed, his expression told you immediately that, like the other ghosts whom you saw frequently, he was lonely and sad.
Before saying anything, you glanced down to his clothes. They looked all kinds of old and worn, as if he was a traveler in life. He was barefoot, with nothing on but frayed trousers that were held by farmer spenders and a button-up shirt tucked into the pants; as if, by doing so, he'd give off some impression of cleanliness. You gazed upward and studied his face, taking in every detail. He had reddish hair, parted down the middle, with a strange curl on the left side of his h
True Blu's Guides: They're MEN!Hi loves, well, for the first time, I'm gonna take a second to try and do a "True Blu Guide" for those who are interested.Blubeany
This is just a taste of what's to come if these turn into a regular thing~
Hope you enjoy or take something away from this.
First and foremost, I'd like to say that I am no expert on the subject of writing or developing characters in any way, however, I do have an advanced understanding of it. Choose to trust my advice if you'd like, but don't hold me accountable for any misfortunes or misunderstandings that may come from this in your own writings. For this guide, I'm gonna be using Levi, from SnK/AoT, as my example, given that he's one of the most popular men in fanfiction at the moment.
This guide's topic is:
"Writing for those characters that are beyond your years."
F I N D M A T U R I T Y
Cafetalia X Reader - 2P!CanadaContains foul language and lime content. Reader discretion advised.1Julivia
Matt was just standing there, slouching against the wall to your right, with the sunlight hitting his black sunglasses in just the right angle. He hadn’t even come to your table, like he should be. He was just chilling by the front door and shooting you dirty looks.
The one person who had the name tag with the usual three letter name that seemed to feel a bit pretentious and simplistic all at the same time.
You’ve been frequenting your neighborhood Timmy’s for a month now and Matt Williams still wouldn’t treat you like a human being, but of course, you didn’t know why.
Vacationing in Canada for the winter was what you had wanted to spend break on because you had wished to experience the vast land in its time of the winter solstice, and Christmas ha
Prose Mentorship Project, third lesson Hello and welcome back, poetry mentors and mentees! I hope your course is going greatly, and if there's anything you need or wish to ask, we are always here to clear your doubts and help how we can.IrrevocableFate
First Things First
We have interviewed julietcaesar , xlntwtch and VFreie on the subjects of this lesson, descriptions and vocabulary building (and LiliWrites, neurotype and illuminara give some input in the article too), so check it out: tWR Interviews: Description and Vocabulary . Fave and share, you know you want to.
Prose Course, Lesson 3
The next Poetry lesson will be up on March 5th, together with the next Prose one, so you Poetry peoples can keep practicing on
Writing Tips - DescriptionML-Larson
Description: Balancing Too Much and Not Enough
Theres an old adage about writing that says, show, dont tell. But what does that actually mean? Surely, were not expected to illustrate our stories, are we? Christ, I hope not. Some of mine are rather long.
No. What that means is that you should use your words to paint a visual picture for the reader. Talking heads are both boring and confusing, and should generally be avoided. If youre unfamiliar with the term, talking heads refers to the phenomenon where all, or most of story is carried out through the characters dialogue. You see it like mad in web and news paper comics, but it happens in prose as well.
The first, and arguably the most fun way to banish the talking heads is to make your characters act. This doesnt mean action, necessarily. The character can do any amount of going from place to place or thing to thing, but so what? Hes still not rea
Synonyms, the Thesaurus, and YouEvery now and then, I see one of those lists going round, be it on Tumblr, shared on blogs, or whatever. You know, those lists; the ones that go on for eight miles listing ten synonyms for dozens of common words.ML-Larson
I hate those lists. In the wrong hands, they often do more harm than good. And in the right hands, they‘re just sort of useless.
There's one going around I do rather like, because it points out the idiocy of these lists. At the top, it says, 'instead of whispered, consider…' and lists off a whole bunch of words. One of those words is 'insinuated'. And the very first response to that list? 'Aye lil mama, let me insinuate in ya ear.' Now, that sentence sounds utterly ridiculous, because whisper and insinuate do not mean the same thing. Not even close. But these lists are often rife thesaurus copypasta like this that upon closer inspection make very little sense.
Let's take the word 'got' for a mome