#five senses tag

[the-golden-comet]

✨🧞‍♂️Five Senses Tag🧞‍♂️✨

Thanknyoy for the open tag, @dyrewrites ! 💛✨

Here is a scene that encorporates all five senses from my current WIP YWIMC 🧞‍♂️✨

Smell, Touch, Taste, See, Sound

Instead, a heatwave flushed over his cheeks. A bright sun permeated his pores, and soaked into his eyelids. A light, bright and warm. The sounds of people conversing in a foreign language, and ocean waves. The smell of the sea and fish wafted by his nostrils. The taste of salt on his tongue, to mix with the sweet syrup he consumed just moments prior.

Finally, he opened his eyes. Sand and beach shacks hung their straw awnings over raised wooden decks. The waters on the coast had three different hues of blue: sapphire, cyan, and cerulean. A tinge of teal tickled the tops of the waves, where white suds washed upon the sandy shore.

Going to also leave this tag +open and gently alert my tag list 💛✨

✨👇 Tag list for writing snippets below. DM me if you’d like to be added 👇✨

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[tabswrites]

Five Senses Tag

I’m not sure if this has been done yet but go forth, my friends!

Tagging: @willtheweaver @the-golden-comet @pandoras-comment-box @dyrewrites @writingrosesonneptune

@winterandwords @sleepy-night-child @space-writes @lychhiker-writes @kaylinalexanderbooks

Rules: Share a snippet to represent each of the five senses! (Taste, Touch, Smell, Sight and Sound)

Taste

The baker sprinkled a handful of sugar into a large mortar and pestle and set to work grinding it into a fine powder. Milvar leaned across the counter towards her.

“You make the whole world sweet, you beautiful lass. Never stop,” he murmured as Adrin grabbed his arm and tugged him away.

Indeed, as Adrin smacked his lips together he could taste the sugar and for a moment the throbbing pain in his wrist vanished–but only for a moment.

Touch

“I am a felisquama.” Their smooth tail beat gently against his legs.

“You say that like it’s a normal word.” He hesitantly reached down to scratch their ears. The scales were soft, as expected, but also bumpy. Their body was squishy but had the hardness of toned muscle. All in all, it wasn’t nearly as unpleasant as he had imagined.

Smell/Sound

The air was stale, so unlike the berries and cream sweetness of Eternity–but the most chilling thing Mara noted was the absence of sound. It was as if the entire city had been frozen at its point of ruin, and the world had not dared to breathe since.

Sight

The leaves that dangled overhead were now white instead of yellowish green. One of them broke free from its branch and floated gently down to land on the side of Hettie’s face. The pale pink light looked ethereal on her skin, and Mara knew at last the reason she had struggled to find any beauty in the world during her exile–it lived there, in the depths of those deep brown eyes.

[winterandwords]

Five senses tag

Thanks to @tabswrites for the tag!

📝 Share a snippet to represent each of the five senses! (Taste, Touch, Smell, Sight and Sound)

These are from Spin Cylinder...

TASTE (Noah's POV)

Iron warmth floods my tongue, your pulse racing against my hand. Blood never held any interest for me until yours.

TOUCH (Brett's POV)

You watch me like an experiment and you touch me like you’re ending my life and saving it all at once.

SMELL (Noah's POV)

I’m immersed in the cardamom and oakmoss warmth of your skin and how achingly, violently, alive you are.

SIGHT (Brett's POV)

Determined to be the most appealing subject of focus in the room, I give him a look that never fails to hold anyone’s attention.

SOUND (Noah's POV)

Your words drift raw and hypnotic. “Keep doing that and I’ll start making more ill-advised choices.”

Tagging @chayscribbles, @clairelsonao3 and @comicgoblinwrites if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in 💙

Reblogs, replies etc on my tag posts are always welcome, but if you're doing this tag yourself, please make your own post instead of using mine to start a reblog chain.

[awritingcaitlin]

Five Senses Tag

Thanks @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag!

Rules: post snippets from your WIP that have the five senses! They can each be different or one scene with all of them or anything in between!

Snippets from Heist under the cut!

But first, tagging: @sithbelle, @elbritch-kit, @diabolical-blue, @flower-reads, and @juls-writes! (and anyone else who wants!)

Sight: (Em's POV)

Her heart skipped a beat as she rolled over, reaching for her violin case that she’d set beside the bed…

Rattle.

She didn’t need to open it to know what she’d see.

Sound: (Em's POV)

It was cheap because it was older and there was virtually no sound insulation. She could hear every ship coming into dock, complete with shanties from the sailors.

Smell: (Lelia's POV)

Inner Town was built of stone and steel. South Town was more wood and brick, but it had such a wonderful charm that Lelia had come to love. It was dirty and smelled like fish all the time, but the markets were crowded with genuine people and there was always something lively to do. People breathed here in a way that wasn’t possible in the constant bustle of Inner Berthingtonn life.

Touch: (Em's POV)

Em decided she could trust the astral. Then, in a move uncharacteristic of her, she offered a hand to Lelia to take. Lelia looked at it for a second, then gleefully took Em’s hand and followed her all the way to where they were serving food.

Taste: (Lelia's POV)

After a while, someone brought Lelia a small carton of apple juice and an unappetizing tray of food with mystery meat, runny mashed potatoes, and some corn. She wondered if this was the food served to just the prisoners, or if it was the general cafeteria food for the Guards. She wasn’t sure which was worse.

Nevertheless, she ate. She was hungry enough the meat almost tasted good.

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @somethingclevermahogony!

Five Senses Tag

Rules: share a snippet to represent each of the five senses (sight, sound, taste, touch, smell)

Let's see if Secrets of Salis (MG book 2) has anything good!

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Sight:

Well, slather me in radium and call me a sorcerer…. Astra’s eyes grew wide as she took in the spotless streets and sculpted stucco columns. It was like stepping from hell into heaven. Fountains made flowing music on every corner and there were even decorative pines in planters along the sidewalks. Every window frame was plated in brass, turned luminous by the wrought iron gaslamps.

And the people! For once in her life, Astra saw no humans, goblins, or selkies to balance things out—just a sea of white and gray faces framed with donkey-like ears. The elves here dressed in delicate pastels, not even the ash from the foundries beyond daring to cross the inner wall. Most walked at a stately pace, shooting her vardo the sort of well-bred glares the witch was accustomed to in Yewbury.

“This place is fuuuucked,” she whispered.

Sound:

The shades giggled as she tried to breathe heavily, but the air wouldn’t come. This time, they sounded like little Agri and Twayun who’d lived at the end of her street.

At the end of this street though, Vermir could finally see her destination. She hadn’t been certain of the location, hence why she’d set down the door a ways away. It wasn’t like she’d really been in Unity for that long, despite haunting it for nearly a year. Even so, getting the directions wrong galled her.

Taste:

Astra awoke slowly and miserably. The first sensation that came back to her was, unfortunately, taste. This was unfortunate because her mouth tasted like a week-dead mushroom.

Touch:

The second sensation to return was touch. This was even more unfortunate for two reasons. One, she was tied to a chair. Two, she was dressed in the itchiest, most unflattering shift known to man.

Smell:

Mashal gave a lungless sigh. “We’re getting close…”

Astra laughed from her place within the vardo. “Sure are! When you can smell the pig shit, you’re officially within the city limits of Nakaow. I’m pretty sure that’s the law, at least.”

“I don’t have a sense of smell.” Mashal tapped his sculpted bronze and steel nose for emphasis.

The witch winced at her misstep, then suddenly took on a thoughtful expression. “You know, I could try n’ build ya one. I fixed you up with those temperature sensors and that new arm on the way down—I reckon smell wouldn’t be too much of a bother after alla’ that.”

Briefly, Mashal actually considered it, before shaking his head. “No, I think we have bigger things to focus on right now. And I though I don’t remember what pig shit smells like, I’m pretty keen on keeping it that way.”

This was surprisingly difficult with one of my two protags missing three of his five senses

I'll tag @mysticstarlightduck @abalonetea @elizaellwrites and anyone else who wants in :)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

just wanted to make a color ref for Brain Therapist Magneto from 309 but i needed lights too for some reason

bonus The Flats Only Version

[smiuffzo]

didnt plan on posting this today originally but decided that it actually fits really well with the beginning of the spooky season, so!

a fake doai movie poster inspired by posters for movies 'a short film about love' and 'on the silver globe', both by andrzej pągowski! and just for fun i also made a version with a shoddy polish title, how authentic am i right

[frootbyethefoot]

danganronpa is experiencing some technical difficulties, we apologize for the interruption and appreciate your patience. please stand by!

[percycoolguy]

tucker voice Haha woah hey ladies am i interrupting something haha nah its cool you two get back to your lovers quarrel ill just stand right here and enjoy the view

[godofstupidsentences]

Never felt the need to make a character Italian more than i feel it every time I think about Tim Drake

[navybrat817]

Lovelies, I love Bucky and clearly have stuff on the horizon for him (farmer!Bucky, sugar daddy!Bucky, a couple of other one-shots), but I need to write non-Bucky. 😂

[queer-omens-in-the-archives]

so we've spent the past three months writing MelloNear daily, and we've worked on enough different pieces in that time that i now have some Thoughts as to the narrative purposes they each tend to serve in our own works (this is not. about canon though i suppose it DERIVES from their canon dynamic. this is very much about how we personally play with the blorbos)

by and large Mello serves to drive the plot, regardless of the position he is put in within the universe. we don't even have to actively be trying to do anything with him -- even in our more Near-centric pieces, as long as Mello is present? his emotions, whims, wants are what shapes the trajectory of the story, his emotional beats are the beats that drive the plot forward. he feels, he impulses, he injects stuff into the sequence of events. things happen because Mello wants them to (or pushes Near to make them happen if/when he himself cannot).

meanwhile Near is much less of a driving force for the plot and more of a reflective force for the story. he isn't IRRELEVANT to the plot, he doesn't do NOTHING, but most of what he does from a plot progression standpoint is reactive. like, he acts not because of an inner drive, not based on his own wants or needs, but largely when his circumstances require action of him. (by circumstances i don't just mean Plot Events. sometimes what he reacts to are his own emotions, like in sweet atonement, when they are so overwhelming that he cannot put them aside to strategise effectively anymore -- the keyword here being "effectively", because even then his first response will still often be to try to strategise.) by and large what Near does do is provide space for reflection, for thought, for analysis. things happen to him, or through him, and he thinks about them a bunch, and he'd leave it at that if Mello wasn't pushing him.

so they make for super neat storytelling when you figuratively drop them together in a jar and shake them around, because it's like. Mello pushes Near into action Near wouldn't take on his own; and then Near adds weight to Mello's direction, provides a deeper sense of spacetime, fleshes out the places where Mello takes him that Mello wouldn't necessarily stop at or consider on his own. like at their core, in the way we write their dynamic, Mello Does and Near Is. and mixing them up, you get: all of the essential elements for a compelling story!

and obviously im not like, talking in absolutes, none of this is true 100% of the time or the only possible reading of them, nuance exists etc etc. but that's the general trends we're starting to notice in our own MelloNear writing over the past few months

[dinoisdizzy]

On break so y'all get to listen to me rant abt the teen au boys (which is kinda just their backgrounds and random facts but whatev)

(I started this while on break but I only get 30mins and I'm a slow typer so had to finish it at home :'D)

Cross grew up in a strict, Christian household. To the outside, him and his family seemed like the most perfect, loving family. (They were wrong, dun dun duuuunnnn) XGaster doesn't pay attention to his kids, and just focuses on his work and making sure him and his family maintain their "perfect" lifestyle. During Cross' time in church, he became friends with Nightmare and Epic (who appears shortly I'm working on a design for him now dw), who also grew up going to church. It's very common for Cross to get grounded, or get into fights with his father (that end up with him grounded anyway), but don't worry, his boys are always willing to sneak him out. It's not uncommon for Cross to just up and leave his house for a day or so after an argument with his father, and if that happens, he stays with Nightmare, who is arguably Cross' best friend.

Nightmare, as said before, also grew up in church, but didn't attend as often, as his mother, Nim, was often busy with work. Nightmare has been known in his group as the one to be able to sweet-talk the others' parents into letting them attend things or just simply hang out (Cross is grateful for this). Due to their background and who his mother is, Nightmare is seen by the others' parents as the good example, and is very trustworthy. As of now, Nightmare's the only one of the group who knows how to drive, and he even has their own car, because of this, he's always driving around the others (another reason they're trusted by the others' parents)

Killer grew up in an unhealthy living environment, not only is his house always dirty and rundown, but their father is verbally and (partially) physically abusive to him, aswell as neglectful. In the past, due to home troubles, Killer has run away a few times, their first time doing this being when they were 7. When Killer was about 13, his father had hurt them pretty badly, and in the dead of night, he ran. He didn't bother putting on shoes, a jacket, nothing, hell he was in a t-shirt and shorts. While running, they ran into Nightmare, who was on a late-night walk. Nightmare helped him, and they became friends (and then they would soon be introduced to the others). While Nightmare is the good influence, Killer's the bad, and XGaster doesn't approve of him, but only tolerates Killer and Cross' friendship because he believes Nightmare can balance them out.

Dust grew up in a neglectful household aswell. His dad is an alcoholic that rarely leaves his room, and he never knew his mother, but Dust has grown indifferent to it. Due to the easy access to alcohol, Dust is always the one bringing it to their hangouts. He's a frequent guest to the Dreamtale household, because not only is it a regular thing for Dust to be locked out of his own home, but Nightmare just prefers he stays with them. Dust is selectively mute, and only really talks to his group and Nim (Because she's very caring to Dust, and he's grown attached to her, and comfortable around her). Due to Dust's living situation, the fact he's "living off of Nightmare", his appearance, and attitude, XGaster doesn't approve of him (But, like Killer, XGaster tolerates him because Nightmare's around).

Horror grew up in a poor household, unable to afford basic necessities like food, hygienic products, and basic utilities, and it's not uncommon for things like water, electricity, or gas to be shut off due to being unable to pay for it. It's very rarely that Horror gets a proper meal, not only because of the lack of funds, but he lets his younger brother get his fill of breakfast/lunch/dinner, while he gets the scraps. No matter how hungry Horror is afterwards, and how much he wishes he could actually eat, he wouldn't dare change a thing, as he's always put his brother's needs before his own. After joining Nightmare's little group, and Nightmare hearing of Horror's living situation, Nightmare (of course) cooks Horror meals when he's over, and makes sure he has enough to bring home some for his family too (which they were very grateful for), the first time they'd done this, Horror broke down, and now sees Nightmare as his closest friend. While Horror's a complete sweetheart, XGaster believes because of his living environment, he "must be some delinquent", so XGaster doesn't approve of him aswell as Dust and Killer (But, as usual, is only tolerated because of Nightmare).

......

So yeah got that all out of my system

What do we think?

The stars' group next?

[soupmanspeaks]

Soooo guess who decided to make a crack Godzilla vs Biollante FNAF AU

Listen they're called siblings like ONCE in the movie and I JUMPED on that--can ya blame me!

[teddybeartoji]

o wait before i start posting any pics.. i was thinking that maybe.. you guys could help me liquify this gender some more by switching up what you call me.... DON'T GET ME WRONG I LOVE . LOVE LOVE LOVE WHEN YOU USE HE/HIM AND JUST OVERALL LIKE MORE MASC STUFF THAT'S SOOO MMMMMMMMMSO FUCKING GOOD like i don't get to feel that irl at all so it really does make me so happy but i've just been thinking abt TRYING to switch it up more yk? does this even make sense...... . hhhh anyway i might won't even like it and i'll want to just go back to hehim but i wanna try... JUST TO SWITCH IT UP.

[lewstherintelescope]

okay wait absolute crackpot idea right now

but lemme lay out some quotes real quick

“So the night will reign, for the choice of honor is life . . .”

“Three of sixteen ruled, but now the Broken One reigns.”

To separate the power from those who are attached to the Physical Realm… that should frighten you. It is not so terrible a thing for part of me to despise you. But for the power of a god to? Dangerous. For all of us.

....what if the Night was broken into the Unmade, reassembles herself through Ba-Ado-Mishram, and takes the Roshards?

perhaps the Night of Sorrows is actually the Night bearing Odium's sorrows....