prettyquickpoetry
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prettyquickpoetry · 3 days ago
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Can you do some more body language descriptions? For different emotions like Worry, sadness, love, etc!! Ty🩷🩷
Body Language Descriptions
-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.
Worry
She wrung her hands together, her fingers twisting nervously as she struggled to keep her thoughts in check.
He glanced over his shoulder, his gaze darting anxiously around the room.
She pulled at her sleeve, the movement repetitive and absentminded as her mind raced.
He bit the inside of his cheek, a habit that betrayed his inner turmoil.
They hugged their arms tightly across their chest, as if trying to hold themselves together.
She paced the room, her steps quick and uneven as she tried to shake off the nagging sense of dread.
Sadness
She wiped at her eyes, even though no tears had fallen yet.
He let his shoulders sag, his whole body slumping as if the weight of the world rested on him.
She clutched her scarf tightly, her fingers gripping the fabric like it was the only thing grounding her.
He kept his head low, staring at the ground as if afraid to meet anyone’s eyes.
They let out a shaky exhale, the sound heavy with unspoken grief.
She blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill.
Love
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her smile soft and shy as she met his gaze.
He brushed her hand lightly, the touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary.
They leaned closer, their knees nearly touching, as if drawn together by an invisible force.
She tilted her head slightly, her expression tender and full of quiet affection.
He laughed easily, the sound warm and unguarded, his gaze never leaving her face.
She reached out to fix his collar, her fingers lingering as she adjusted it carefully.
Guilt
He avoided her eyes, his gaze fixed firmly on the floor.
She rubbed her temples, her hands trembling.
He shifted his weight from foot to foot, unable to stay still.
She clasped her hands tightly behind her back, her knuckles white as she fought to remain composed.
They bit their lower lip, their jaw tightening.
He fidgeted with the edge of his sleeve, his movements jerky and hesitant.
Fear
She took a step back, her breath quickening as her eyes darted to the nearest exit.
He clenched the fabric of his shirt over his chest, as if trying to steady his pounding heart.
She froze in place, her body stiff and her movements tentative, like a deer caught in headlights.
He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing visibly as he fought to calm himself.
They pressed their back against the wall, their hands splayed out.
She whispered under her breath, her words shaky and barely audible.
Jealousy
He crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw tightening as his gaze followed her every move.
She tapped her foot impatiently, the rhythm sharp and irritated as she forced a smile.
He clenched his fists at his sides, the tension in his knuckles betraying his calm demeanor.
She cast a sideways glance, her lips pressed into a thin line.
They shifted in their seat, their shoulders stiff.
He ran his fingers through his hair, his movements brisk and frustrated as he fought to contain his thoughts.
Relief
She exhaled deeply, her shoulders dropping as the tension melted away.
He ran a hand down his face, his smile faint but unmistakably genuine.
She laughed shakily, her hand pressed to her chest as if trying to steady her racing heart.
He slumped against the nearest chair, his legs suddenly too weak to hold him up.
They let their head fall back, their eyes closing as a soft, contented sigh escaped their lips.
She smiled faintly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the surface of the table as the weight lifted from her mind.
Embarrassment
She tugged at the collar of her shirt, her cheeks flushing as she avoided everyone’s gaze.
He rubbed the back of his neck, his lips twitching into an awkward, forced smile.
She bit her lip, her hands fluttering nervously.
He let out a strained laugh, scratching the side of his head.
They hid their face in their hands, peeking out between their fingers with a sheepish grin.
She stumbled over her words, her fingers twisting the hem of her shirt as her cheeks burned bright red.
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prettyquickpoetry · 3 days ago
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"actions speak louder than words" unless you’re a writer, in which case you’ll spend 300 pages describing a character’s inner turmoil while they stand perfectly still in a room.
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prettyquickpoetry · 6 days ago
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prettyquickpoetry · 8 days ago
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the curse is lifted! you are no a beast no more! congratulations! but you'll never forget the way they looked at you, will you.
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prettyquickpoetry · 8 days ago
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as a child there's nothing cooler than a kid who gets subjected to evil experiments and gains special abilities. it's even cooler if these abilities also cause unfathomable suffering to use/against others. children love stories like this.
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prettyquickpoetry · 8 days ago
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prettyquickpoetry · 8 days ago
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prettyquickpoetry · 8 days ago
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so this is what emptiness feels like.
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prettyquickpoetry · 9 days ago
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Forget about torturing your blorbos, putting them through the wringer. I'm putting my blorbo in perfectly ordinary, pleasant situations. Their tortured personality will cause them anguish anyway, making an absolutely mundane scene into the most dramatic, agony filled affair as though the world is ending and it's all their fault
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prettyquickpoetry · 10 days ago
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The Shape of Ideas
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prettyquickpoetry · 10 days ago
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sometimes the best writing advice is "just let it be bad." revolutionary. terrifying. but it works.
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prettyquickpoetry · 10 days ago
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Finish my WIP and maybee begin querying! And start on another future WIP once this one’s done.
✨ What are your writing goals for 2025? ✨
This can be anything from “write one sentence” to “publish a book!” It’s all valid!
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prettyquickpoetry · 10 days ago
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Two rules for creating anything.
1) Make it weird.
2) Make it with love.
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prettyquickpoetry · 10 days ago
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vampirism poses the question "what if there was a fundamental, horrible, unending well of want in your soul that, if truly satisfied, would lead to great pain for all those you hold closest and, in turn, their absolute and total revilement of you?" and naturally as a person with no problems I don't relate to this in any way at all.
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prettyquickpoetry · 10 days ago
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NEVER ask me WHAT my story is about.
"You wanna know what Im writing about? It's about uhhhhh... and then he like... then he gets sad... and depressed... uh.... it's historical and stuff... uhhhhhhhh then he meets these people and... and they like... cause his parents died and stuff... and he grew up sad... and he's depressed... uhhhhhhhhh..."
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prettyquickpoetry · 10 days ago
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prettyquickpoetry · 10 days ago
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Former living weapon absolutely dominating at laser tag
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