#how to describe

[me-writes-prompts]

:-Ways to describe one’s personality-:

(Please add more if you have any in the comments or in the reblogs!|| Requested by: Anon)

By @me-writes-prompts

Positive:

Brave

Adventurous

Affectionate

Determined

Generous

Intelligent

Authentic

Amicable

Considerate

Confident

Bold

Self-motivated

Reliable

Loyal

Hard-working

Ambitious

Curious

Dedicated

Sympathetic

Empathetic

Diligent

Charming

Optimistic

Cheerful

Negative:

Arrogant

Boastful

Aggressive

Impatient

Selfish

Deceitful

Manipulative

Cruel

Dishonest

Hostile

Bossy

Boring

Careless

Egoistic

Vain

Domineering

Stubborn

Possessive

Obsessive

Irresponsible

Cowardly

Grumpy

Vulgar

Obnoxious

[unboundprompts]

hi!! im writing a story and everything is moving smoothly except for the part when they are outside because it’s winter and there’s snow.

now i’ve never seen snow or know what that type of weather feels like and i want to describe how it can affect the characters while they are talking outside a party, they are both escaping the loud noises from inside but i would like to describe if their noses turn red or if they feel their cheeks bone, something like that. could you help me? please and thank you!

How to Describe a Character in Cold Weather

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

As they stepped out into the crisp winter air, the contrast was immediate. The noise from the party muffled to a distant hum, replaced by the serene silence of the snow-covered night.

The cold nipped at their cheeks, making them feel tingly and alive, while their breath formed little clouds in the frosty air.

Snowflakes drifted down from the sky like tiny, glistening stars. They landed in his eyelashes as they spoke, causing him to blink as he fought off the chill.

Their noses reddened quickly, a vivid splash of color against the pale backdrop.

Her cheeks were blushed pink from the cold, and she sniffled to stop her nose from running.

They could feel the cold biting at the tips of their ears and the bridge of their noses, an icy reminder of winter’s presence.

Their teeth were chattering as they spoke. No matter how much they willed them to stop, they were relentless.

They both instinctively pulled their scarves a little tighter around their necks, trying to ward off the chill.

The air was biting at his skin, and he felt nearly too cold to even move.

Her fingers were numb beneath her gloves.

The snow crunched softly beneath their feet, and the soft, powdery flakes that landed on their eyelashes melted away almost instantly, leaving tiny droplets that made their lashes feel heavy. 

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[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

need help!

So in 2 weeks I am hosting a panel at my local Comiccon and I’m talking about fanfiction!! But I need help, I’m stuck.

How would you best describe what is a headcanon in fanfiction?

Please please please!! I’m lost for words!

Tagging fellow writers! @kazsrm67 @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior @impala-dreamer @writercole @writethelifeyouwant 

[some-pers0n]

I hate how people will look at popular indie artists who had one or two songs go viral on TikTok and start making fun of anybody who listens to them. "Oh you listen to Lemon Demon, Will Wood, Jack Stauber, Glass Animals, and Mother Mother? Tsk, don't you know that is stupid TikTok neurodivergent white transmasc preteen music? It's so mid and bad you should listen to real music–" you are a pit of misery

[scribefindegil]

being a writer leads to a genuinely helpful but also very stupid kind of mindfulness where you'll be having a sobbing breakdown or the worst anxiety attack of your life and think "okay, I really need to pay attention to how this feels. so I can incorporate it into my fanfiction."

[bored-boring-and-tired]

i propose that instead of pride month, we have queer year (queer people are treated like actual people all year long)

edit: @ilackhumanqualities wins best addition to this post

[dirtytransmasc]

the men and boys are innocent too.

we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.

I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.

I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.

I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.

I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.

the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.

[official-lucifers-child]

still thinking about the brainrot that fast fashion has caused in people, like i made this pair of pants that are black and white with a cool flowery design, and an acquaintance saw them and said "wow i'd pay like 20 dollars for you to make me a pair" and i could barely think with how utterly horrified i was at that; i told them that 20 dollars wouldn't even cover the materials, let alone the hours of work that went into cutting, sewing, ironing, hemming, altering, etc. they just had this look on their face when i told them that, when i said i wouldn't make them a pair for even 100 dollars because that was still way too low of an amount, a look that said "you're crazy for thinking that those cost 100 dollars" and maybe i am crazy but holy shit, 20 dollars for a pair of handmade, durable, lined pants fitted specifically to your measurements? 20 dollars for upwards of 60 hours of work? 20 dollars for several yards of high-quality fabric, thread, and buttons? 20 dollars???

[spurgie-cousin]

This is such a good, succinct way of describing the illusion of choice many fundamentalist women and men have when it comes to life paths.

[el-blog-pepe]

How to Describe things Well

I take a little walk and describe what I see.

[nonbinoclard]

classic toxic yuri btw.

[magicicephoenix]

i finally finished reading I see you, Sundrop! by @shirajellyfish and IT'S SO GOOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO FINISH IT RAAAAAAA

i will be gushing about it in the tags but here's a lil animation i made based on the below paragraph in chapter 6 that gave me such a strong mental image that i had to make it real :)

[unboundprompts]

body language descriptions please?

(eg: she cocked her head)

thank you 💗💗💗

Body Language Descriptions

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

Anxiety/Nervousness

She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, her fingers tugging nervously at the fabric as she struggled to find the right words.

They bit their lower lip.

He looked away, unable to meet her gaze, a clear indication of his guilt.

She absentmindedly rubbed her neck.

He chewed his nails, a nervous habit that he couldn't seem to quit.

They rubbed their hands together nervously.

He tightened his jaw.

She felt beads of sweat forming on her brow, betraying her calm facade as her heart raced.

Frustration/Impatience

Their fists clenched at their sides.

He tapped his fingers rhythmically against the table, a clear sign of impatience as he waited for her to finish.

He rolled his eyes, the gesture full of exasperation as he dismissed her words.

She let out a heavy sigh, the sound heavy with resignation as she faced the inevitable.

He threw his hands up in defeat.

Curiosity

He leaned forward in his chair, eager to hear more, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

She raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical as she questioned his intentions.

She tilted her head slightly.

He watched intently, his eyes wide with wonder as he took in every detail of her story.

Confidence/Assertiveness

He stood tall with his shoulders back, projecting confidence even in the face of uncertainty.

They sat on the edge of their seat.

She gestured wildly, her hands moving animatedly as she tried to express her excitement.

He stood with his hands on his hips, exuding an air of authority and control over the situation.

They held their chin up high, projecting self-assurance even in the face of adversity.

Defensiveness/Resignation

He crossed his arms over his chest, a defensive posture that spoke volumes about his discomfort.

He braced himself against the wall, a protective stance.

She folded her hands in her lap, a sign of restraint as she fought the urge to speak.

They shrank back slightly, their shoulders hunching as if trying to make themselves smaller in the face of criticism.

He held his breath momentarily, steeling himself for the inevitable conflict he sensed was coming.

She covered her face with her hands, overwhelmed by the situation as she tried to block out the world.

Thoughtfulness/Concentration

She furrowed her brow in concentration, her mind clearly racing as she tried to solve the problem at hand.

She nodded slowly, processing the information, her expression thoughtful and contemplative.

He stared blankly into space, lost in thought as he processed what had just been revealed.

He drummed his fingers on the table, the rhythmic sound a sign of his deep contemplation.

She tapped her foot lightly, her mind racing.

Eagerness/Excitement

He paced back and forth, his restless energy manifesting in the constant movement as he considered his options.

She bent forward, her elbows resting on her knees, a sign of intimacy and engagement in the conversation.

She swayed slightly from side to side, a subconscious display of her nervous energy as she waited for the verdict.

He bounced on his toes, his excitement palpable.

She jumped up and down, a spontaneous display of her joy that couldn’t be contained.

[fairycosmos]

love really DOES feel like an inside joke that everyone is in on but me

[cloud-ya]

sobbing.....her little brother is her guardian angel

[girlcockholmes]

HAATEEEE hate actually. that overweight is considered a more pc nice term than fat. like i need the word fat to become destigmatized right now because im tired of people talking circles around trying to say chubby or big or plus size as catchalls because fat is a fine word. its fine. i know its been deemed derogatory by our culture but thats because being fat is deemed bad anyways but i think its a better word than calling people overweight like over what weight hm? what weight are you saying they are over. normal?? fuck you