#or i might write something depends on what i feel like

[sonicthehedgehoglover2]

Hello, it's your favorite anon, with new ideas for this AU with the Player. Small ideas, Angst, and other delights of existence. But everything is as usual. So. We know that in ISAT everything that happens on the screen is canon, And profiles and buttons, and the tutorial, and how everything affects the world, and levels and problems … And I thought. Why not make the "PLAYERS" canon for this world? just some entities that are not very well known but in principle there were some records about it? those who are known by many names. In short, just curious entities that whether you want it or not but will lead you to your goal. And now it just sometimes … Happens? (Perhaps also known as ending expressions? or something like that?) and people have heard something about these someone who will lead you through everything … And apparently they like to run? (and the price for this help that they provide are quite such nightmares, in which you see how everything could go wrong? (And in fact, people just replay the game to get easter eggs, or favorite fights …) So very dubious someone, but sometimes necessary … And they can also be scared off if you acknowledge their existence so they are also quite timid????????) And I just … thought a little, because even the presence of the player for ISAT siffrin can be explained with the help of Wishcraft. asked for help? Get help! And Loop is here to help! … Yes, Stardust will now not be able to dodge accusations that he is the favorite of the Universe. …I can now imagine a classic post canon fic where Siffrin has to come to terms not only with the fact that it's finally over, but also with the loss of two of his closest comrades who were with him throughout his cycles (imagine Siffrin was given the option to use a knife but never used it on himself, but also didn't give it up when Loop offered to remove the feature??? I don't know, I just think it's a bit of an underused feature) And just… try to imagine what it's like to have someone who can't communicate with you, but if you know they're there, you can sense their intentions? And just… What must it feel like to lose that constant presence in the back of your mind? What must it feel like to… lose that color whose name you never bothered to learn? … And of course, their whole canonical longing for Loop (an entity not an event). I don't know, it's just… there's something that particularly fascinates me about the concept of the player as something not entirely pleasant… But not absolute evil either. Just… Something alive. Something to miss. Something… worth remembering. Yeah. I'm going into uninvited worldbuilding again. Oh well. Let's enjoy this uninvited worldbuilding while it lasts) (i sorry for lacking of structure... i just afraid that if i will add structure, this post will ends up being eaten and non exsisting)

I very much want Players to be canon. I like the idea of them being associated with the Universe - or a part of the Universe itself - that have a whole backstory and everything. Like, helping those who are lost or something like that.

I feel Siffrin's feelings for the Player, specifically, depends on the actions of the Player. (You know just like in Undertale where you're able to alter the ending to the game and your relationship with other characters based on your actions). If you're nice, in a way, to Siffrin, then he's more likely to see you as friendly. But say, for example - and definitely not something I might write in the future - the Player chooses to have Siffrin use the dagger a lot, even when there's better options near by. Or, if the Player refuses to let Siffrin make his own choices every now and then. Siffrin may feel that the Player seems them as an object.

But, if the Player does the "right" thing, then Siffrin may, as you say, view them as someone to miss when everything's over.

Also, I do like your thoughts. You're welcome to worldbuild on this as much as you like.

[bigdipper24]

I find this to be a fascinating study! How did you come to pick out the various shows for your survey's? Did they stem from other conversations that debated their place in the fantasy genre? Or do they somehow represent different "edge" cases criteria for what "might" be fantasy?

Whenever you post more, I would be interested to see what definition you started with. And possibly your attempt at re-writing the definition based off your findings. IMO, most folks will likely base genre off "vibes". Does it "Feel" like fantasy? Or does it feel like "Horror". I think the tough thing is that something can be 100% fantasy, but also be a different genre at the same time. Example: I believe most folks would agree that Lord of the Rings is a great example of classic "fantasy". But it has many elements of other genre's as well! Action Adventure, Romance, Horror. So in some ways, it seems like it depends on what sticks out the most in the audiences perception of the story. What did they latch onto? Anyway, thanks again!

Is it Fantasy?

I'm conducting research about general perception of the Fantasy genre for very (un)important reasons. Respond with your personal opinion, and please reblog to increase the sample size.

Feel free to add commentary, explanations, discussions, or musings in the tags, replies, or reblogs.

(Find all "Is it Fantasy?" posts under tag #fantasy genre poll)

[bubbles-flourishing]

Heaptober day 2: this is stanley painting a watercolour painting

This was based on something I read on ask angie about stanley most definetely not taking up watercolour painting as a hobby agshsgdhsg

[mantisgodsdomain]

We ought to write more Pokemon fic some time. We want to recreate the Pokemon Manners/Human Manners cheat sheet that we made a few years ago we think that this site would like the Sliding Scale Of Politeness When Greeting A New Pokemon You've Never Met Before.

[witheredgardenparty]

Every now and then I see the discourse circulate on this hellsite, and I wonder if people know that the term 'yandere' used to have an extremely specific definition that no longer holds up to how people use it today

[charmwasjess]

At @calcedon79's request, I wanted to share this recipe! Writing this, I realized that a lot of the reason I don’t write down my recipes as a rule is that writing recipes is hard and I’m horribly bad at it!

Still, I’m gonna try, and I’m gonna give you way more information than you need because I want you to succeed! It might look long and intimidating, but it's just because I talk too much and want to tell you why I'm doing things, not just what I'm doing. This soup is cheap, easy, and amazing. 

I’ve tried to guesstimate amounts, but really, so much of my cooking is estimation. You want a bunch of leftovers? Okay, add extra onion, carrot, and another chicken breast and more broth. Looks like your onions are burning a little? Add more oil. Taste thoroughly as you get toward the end. Add more salt than you think you need.

You will need: 

Butter or olive oil or your sauté oil of choice

Onions (1-2)

Carrots (2-3)

Garlic (2-3 cloves crushed, or as many as you like)

Celery or Fennel bulb (2 sticks of celery or about a handful of chopped fennel bulb and stem)

Rotisserie chicken (designed around the bizarre cheapness and availability of these in US grocery stores, really any roast/cooked chicken breast will do)

A spoonful or two of flour

A little dry (not sweet) white wine (optional)

Chicken or vegetable broth (amount based on your pot size/desired quantity, I typically use a 32 ounce carton)

Salt

Pepper

Fresh dill (feel free to add any other leafy herbs if you like herby stuff, parsley would be great here too)

Spinach or leafy green of choice

Lemon

Creme fraiche (sour cream if you live in one of our charming American food deserts, or if you’re European, probably some insanely good third thing that I don’t even know exists, or even mascarpone, smetana, something like that. Creme fraiche can also be made at home by combining buttermilk and heavy cream)

Egg noodles (optional) OKAY!

Every good soup starts by sauteing butter or olive oil with salted chopped onions and garlic in a pan. 5-10 minutes, or however long until the onions are translucent. It will make your house smell amazing. You will feel at peace: confident in yourself and in the sexy genius who created this recipe. 

Chop and toss in carrots, celery and/or fennel (a handful or two.) Try to get them small and uniform because you’re gonna be the one with those pieces in your mouth and you want them to cook evenly. Low-medium heat. Add more oil or butter if it looks like things are sticking. 

While that’s cooking, let’s talk chicken. Where I live, it’s very easy to pick up a rotisserie (roasted) chicken at any grocery store for absurdly cheap- $5-7 depending on the size. It’s one of those economic tricks: stores actually lose money on the chicken, but people go to the store just for it and then they’ll end up buying 20 other things, so it's a net gain. Anyway, roasting your own chicken pieces instead is easy and I do it all the time, but for this recipe, I use the rotisserie because it’s cheap and fast and adds a lot of quick roasty flavor without any extra time. If that’s not available where you are, any roast chicken breasts or thighs will do. (Come see me in the comments if you need more instructions on roasting your own chicken pieces!) The key is to tear the cooked chicken with your hands into bite-sized pieces before adding it, so you have big, shreddy chunks instead of neatly cubed nibbles. It gives the whole soup a mood. Think about two or three handfuls of meat, proportional to the amount of onion/carrot/celery you added earlier. (The vegetables will shrink as it cooks, that’s fine and good!) 

Add a large spoonful or two of flour, just sprinkled over vegetables and chicken both. Give it like 1-2 minutes - just enough time that you’re starting to get really worried that it’s burning or sticking and you have ruined everything - that fucker Jess lied about this being easy!!

Then, dump in about half a cup of wine to deglaze the pan and stir it all up. It will do an absurdly satisfying quenchy sizzle. (If not, turn up the heat.) You don’t have to use the wine at all - actually, at this point, if you want to skip it, just add in all your broth. (If you do use the wine, add the broth after another 2-3 minutes, when the wine has boiled into the ingredients and largely disappeared.) The soup should look now like the amount of soup you intend to make. Why the flour? It’s not as much as if we were making a roux for a thick soup, but it adds just a bit of viscosity and girthy-ness to this soup. The flour sucked up all the flavor hanging out in your cooking oil and any chicken fat, formed a nice crusty roasty layer, and then the wine/broth dissolved it into the soup so every bite will have that deliciousness without a bunch of oil sitting on top of your soup.

Turn down the heat to low. Your broth + chicken and vegetable mixture can simmer for as long or short as you like: at minimum 10-15 minutes, at maximum, hours. Remember, longer simmers mean richer, deeper flavor, softer vegetables, and more fall-apart chicken. Shorter means brighter flavor, vegetables that might have a pleasant firmness if you like that, and generally more brothy soup. Either way, simmering also evaporates some of your moisture, so check your broth levels and add more if it looks like your soup is getting thicker than you want. 

We’re getting to the final steps here you do right before you want to serve. Chop up and add your dill + any leafy spinach greens (think about two big handfuls, but greens get super tiny as they cook, so you can go wild on this. I think this soup would be great with big handfuls of arugula, kale, or whatever you like. Bright and green!) Let your green stuff cook in about 5 minutes, but not longer, because they’ll turn brown and still taste good but not be very pretty.

OPTIONAL STEP TIME: I like to serve this soup with egg noodles, but I cook them separate and put them in the individual bowls on a serving by serving basis, because I don't like soggy noodles disintegrating in my leftovers. If you want to do the same, now is the time to start a second pot of water, boil your egg noodles, and strain them. Just follow the package - usually it’s about 5 minutes. 

Now is a good time to adjust the salt and pepper. Add salt, taste, add more salt, taste, add more salt. Don’t be shy because there’s a ton of shit in this soup sucking up your salt. If you taste it and you don’t like it, nine times out of ten it just needs more salt than you would expect. I like spicier things, so I add a ton of black pepper - and sometimes even white pepper or cayenne for extra warmth.

Squeeze an entire lemon into the soup with your hands or one of those lemon destructo devices.

Put in a bowl with egg noodles if using, a little extra dill on top if you want to be fancy, and a dollop of creme fraiche. The creme fraiche really is important - it will softly and dreamily melt into the soup while you’re eating it, creating a luxurious, creamy texture that goes super well with the brightness of the lemon and herbs.

Whew, okay, meet me in the comments if you have any questions!

This was the chicken soup I was talking about in my other post about soups

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent game related things .. hrmm...

[fiepige]

Wanted to write a quick noirpunk blurb but now I'm 4 pages in and actually considering making it a full blown fic instead.

I don't think it would be that long but I've still got a couple of things to add so I feel like I might just make it a fic at this point.

[stillthewc]

What if... I procrastinated reading a certain chapter of a really good fangan by drawing fan art for it? Haha, just kidding... unless...?

Anyways, here's Kai Dagonet from Danganronpa Wonderland, a fangan I found near the end of 2023, and one I've been binging like crazy lately. Sadly, I don't know if the creator of this fangan has a Tumblr account on here (nor the person who created Kai in the first place), but here's the story he's in.

Also, because I feel like this particular piece benefits from being background-less, there's a version of that below the cut!

[grimxark]

I love how family-centered ROTB is. Everyone feels like a family: of course, you have Noah and his brother and mom, but you also have Noah attempting to be the “older, assertive sibling” to Elena (it didn’t feel like romance to me, just two people bonding over growing up in a hard place) and even accept Mirage into his family. Mirage inserts himself in the House team, bonds with Noah’s little brother, they care for each other. I didn’t really see any sort of chemistry between them, but I’m not judging people for that.

I just think it’s nice. Noah shows genuine pride at seeing Elena on the news, he’s relieved for his brother, he cares for Mirage and in turn Mirage cares for him. Noah isn’t quite in Mirage’s family as Mirage is in his: because the Autobots are a family, one that tries to mirror what Noah has going on. I think Elena sums it up pretty well in the movie (comparing Optimus to Noah, two soldiers who are too worried about taking responsibility for every inconvenience that happens around them to really worry about themselves) and I think it’s a nice way to put it

[rawliverandcigarettes]

I think. I have an idea to push The Empire of Preys out relatively fast and make it more fun and more bearable for me.

[sentientpaperbag]

Just a lovely evening working in the church garden-

uh oh.

Wonder what they’re talking about that she’s not supposed to hear..

[starpros-sunshine]

Hmm tomorrow will be a tad awkward....

[thehmn]

Just read a perfectly fine fanfiction that took place in Germany but something that stood out to me was a chapter where the characters walk across a field and is approached by the farmer yelling at them to get off his land.

I’ve come across this plot point a few times and I feel like it’s worth telling writers that most of Europe has some version of Right To Roam. The laws aren’t the same in every country but generally you’re allowed to walk and rest on private property like fields and forests so long as you don’t destroy crops or leave trash, but not gardens or fenced in areas. Depending on the country you also have the right to pick mushrooms, berries, nuts and other edible things in forests but without chopping trees down or breaking branches. The owner of the land might put up a sign asking you to follow certain guidelines like no horses or keeping your dog on a leash but but there’s no real repercussions to not following the rules besides the owner eventually fencing the area off so people can’t enjoy it anymore.

I’ve personally walked around on a field while the farmer was harvesting potatoes with his big ass machine and collected the leftovers while my dog was trotting calmly besides me and he looked straight at me and didn’t care one bit because Denmark also has an old tradition of letting people collect what’s left as a form of charity (for my fellow Danes, that’s what “rev vi marken let, det er gammel ret, fuglen og den fattige skal også være mæt” means in the song Marken Er Mejet) This is just a tradition and not a law however so it depends on the farmer.

The very north of Europe like Norway and Sweden even give people the right to put up tents and camp on other people’s private land (except gardens and such). Again, the laws vary from country to country but as a rule of thumb you have more right to roam the further north you go and less the further south but if you want to write in a specific country look up the laws there.

[gloomwitchwrites]

You introduce your husband as your "boyfriend" to annoy them.

Anon! This prompt has me screaming! I really enjoyed writing for this one because it's such a fun idea. Sure, our 141 boys might be a little mad that they aren't being called by their proper title, but you know they'll just love punishing you for it.

I went a little different with this one. Instead of introductions, I made it so that reader is constantly referring to them as "boyfriend" in public settings. Depending on the situation, introductions wouldn't make sense if it was with friends, family, or coworkers because they would likely already know that they're "husband" and not "boyfriend." So i changed it up a bit in that way!

Some of these fall into spicy territory without being descriptive.

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Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): canon-typical swearing, suggestive themes, non-descriptive mentions of sex, fade to black, brief dirty talk

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Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon shakes his head and you roll your eyes.

“We can ask someone for help,” you suggest, scanning the massive wall of televisions.

Simon grunts and crosses his arms. “No.”

Sometimes Simon’s stubbornness is cute—even sexy—but right now you’re just annoyed with him. It makes you want to stir up trouble, to cause a little chaos just for the fun of it. Pouting, you turn, eyes narrowing to find an associate of the electronics store. When you spot one near the HDMI cables, you take off, not caring if Simon follows.

��Excuse me.”

The man’s head perks up. “How can I help you?”

You gesture behind you, your hand smacking into Simon’s chest. “My boyfriend—”

“Boyfriend?” growls Simon, but you ignore him.

“—can’t decide on a television.”

Simon is not your boyfriend. He’s your husband. But he’s being stubborn, not making a decision, and you want out of this store.

Shifting, you place one hand on Simon’s large bicep, grinning like you haven’t done anything at all. Simon’s hand immediately grabs your ass, squeezing hard. A warning. One that you ignore.

“I can help with that,” replies the associate. You glance at the man’s nametag. Jim.

“Thank you so much, Jim.” You lean against Simon, giving Jim your best smile. “Getting this guy to commit to anything is so hard sometimes, ya know?”

Jim makes a noncommittal noise as he walks toward the wall of televisions. You start to follow but Simon’s hold on your ass tightens, keeping you pressed against him. Simon leans down, his lips brushing against your ear.

“What are you doing?” he whispers.

You elbow Simon in the side but it’s not hard. He lets go, keeping close to you as the two of you follow Jim over to the televisions. Standing back, you watch with glee as Simon is forced to talk to Jim. You stay out of it, but notice Simon’s gaze switching to you every so often.

You already know what he’s thinking. He’ll likely want to punish you, and sometimes those punishments are so sweet.

Once Simon selects something and the two of you are at the car, there is no safety net. Simon shuts the trunk and then you’re pressed against the car, your body trapped between it and Simon’s massive form.

“Boyfriend?” he accuses.

You shrug. “What do you mean?”

The growl in Simon’s throat comes out a groan. “Get in the car.” He lightly slaps your ass as you open the passenger door.

As you start to slide in, Simon’s hand returns, this time slipping under your skirt to find your thin, lace underwear. He tugs sharply, ripping the fabric.

“Simon!”

He stuffs the underwear into his pocket. “You don’t need these.” You feel your face growing hot.

Simon shuts your car door and walks around the driver’s side, hopping in. He reaches out, placing one large hand on your bare thigh. It roams upward, squeezing, sending a shiver of lust up your body to make your head spin. “When we get home, I’m fucking that boyfriend nonsense right out of you.”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“I’m so sorry, but this isn’t what my boyfriend ordered.”

Kyle frowns and glances up from his phone’s screen. That’s your voice he hears, but the term of address isn’t right.

Boyfriend. Not husband, as it fucking should be.

Kyle glances in your direction but you’re not looking at him. You’re smiling sweetly at the barista behind the counter.

“It should be hot. Not iced. I might have messed up. I’m so sorry. I can pay for another.” You raise your hands in a placating gesture but the barista doesn’t appear fazed at all.

“No biggie. Keep that one. Won’t take me more than a minute or two.”

“Thank you so much.” You glance at Kyle, and your smirk tells him all he needs to know.

You’re being a tease. You’re doing this on purpose. The drink order is wrong, and you’re using this as an excuse to poke at him.

Kyle locks his phone and casually slides it into his pocket. Do you think you’re going to annoy him by doing this? Maybe. The little smirk on your face tells him that’s entirely what you have in mind.

But the joke is on you. Doesn’t matter if you refer to him as “boyfriend,” because all it’ll earn you is a punishment.

As the barista slides the new drink across the counter to you, you thank them profusely. “Thank you so much. My boyfriend will really appreciate it.”

The barista only nods and turns back to the espresso machine.

As you approach with the coffee, Kyle gentle removes the drink from your grasp.

“Boyfriend?” he asks, amused.

You shake your head like you have no idea what he’s on about. “What?”

Kyle laughs and snags the other drink from your hand. With shock on your face, he strides up to the counter. “Can you set these aside for us? Be right back.”

They only nod and continue working. Kyle snags your wrist and drags you to the little hallway that curves out around. There are a few private corners in there, and the hallway itself opens up into the nearby bookstore.

Kyle checks the handle on the unisex bathroom. Finding it unlocked, he draws you inside.

“Kyle,” you hiss, but he’s not having any of it.

Kyle engages the lock and presses you up against the door.

“You owe me an apology,” he says.

“For what?” Kyle tuts, his hand sliding to the back of your neck. “Get on your knees,” he murmurs, undoing his belt buckle with the other hand. “Apologize with that gorgeous mouth of yours.”

John Price

John leans back in his chair, agitation irritating his spine.

House hunting isn’t something he’s particularly excited about. He is happy that it’s with you, his wife, but the tediousness of it all is exhausting to him. John would rather have you select a few places to tour and then be done with it all. Money isn’t the issue. He just wants you to find a place you like and the two of you can go from there.

He’d live in a tent if that’s what you want.

“My boyfriend isn’t all that picky.”

Boyfriend? John is tugged from his inner musings by your voice and that term of address. Boyfriend. Why the fuck would you call him that? John isn’t your boyfriend. He’s your goddamn husband.

You reach out, planting a hand on his thigh. You squeeze softly as you always do when you’re trying to reassure him, but John frowns down at it, and then looks up at you. You’re not looking at him. You’re staring at the realtor, completely ignoring him.

John licks his lips, considering whether to correct you or not, or leaving it up to a simple mistake, but you do it again.

This time, John didn’t mishear you.

Your hand squeezes his thigh again and Price rests his hand over yours. His fingers enclose your palm and he holds firm. You glance at him and John shoots you his best warning look. You don’t even react. Don’t event blink.

No. He’s going to correct you. He is absolutely fucking correcting you.

The realtor pivots the computer monitor. “I think any boyfriend would agree that these are excellent selections.”

That’s fucking it.

Price shoots up from his seat, keeping a tight grip on your hand. “I need to speak with my—” John pauses, swallowing down his annoyance. “Girlfriend. Privately.”

The realtor shrugs, smiling, but John is already turning around, dragging you out the door. Outside, the stuffy, summer air does nothing to soothe his annoyance.

“Boyfriend? Fucking boyfriend?” John crosses his arms over his chest, looming over you.

You shrug. “What’s the problem?”

“Behave yourself,” he says, lowering his voice.

“Or what?” you ask in mock innocence.

So, this is what you want. John understands the moment the words leave your mouth. You’re fucking teasing him. Fine. He’ll make you learn.

“We are gonna go back in, thank the kind woman for her time, and then we’re leaving.”

“No. I want to stay.”

John leans in but he notices the way you glance away from him and back, clearly flustered. “Good girls don’t play games.”

“Funny,” you reply, head tilting slightly. “That as my boyfriend you have any authority over me.”

John pivots, blocking the view of the front door from you. “I will bend you over that bench so fast, wife.”

“You won’t,” you stammer.

John arches an eyebrow and you visibly swallow. “Want to test me?”

You pout, and then playfully shove him in the chest. “You’re terrible.”

As you turn for the door, John grabs your waist pulling you close. “You started it.”

John "Soap" MacTavish

“My boyfriend and I are redesigning our bathroom.”

Johnny’s attention splits. The associate showing him floor tiles is a distant thing. He might be talking about the newest ones on the market, but Johnny is no longer interested.

Did he just hear you right? Did you just call him boyfriend?

“That’s wonderful,” comes a reply, and Johnny notes an older woman talking to you near the laminate flooring that mimics wood. “Where is he?”

“Over there,” you wave at him, a smug smile on your face.

Boyfriend? Johnny is your fucking husband.

“Sir?” prompts the hardware store associate. “What do you think of these?”

Johnny grunts. “Fine. We’ll come back.” He waves the man off and starts for you even as you continuously refer to him as your boyfriend.

You’re doing it on purpose. You’re doing it to annoy him.

And it’s fucking working.

Johnny saddles up beside you, snaking his arm around your waist, pulling you taut against him.

“This is the boyfriend,” you begin, smiling.

“Husband,” corrects Johnny, flashing the same devious grin. He holds up his left hand, showing off the simple gold band. “Happily married to this one.”

The older woman’s eyes round.

“She likes to joke,” continues Johnny. “Come on, love. Better get home.”

Johnny easily guides you away. He leans down, whispering. “You little terror.”

“Bite me,” you reply.

“Oh. I will. Everywhere. When we get home.”

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[tossawary]

One piece of acting advice that has stayed with me for years in regards to both writing and drawing as well is: "Don't use the body to act what the character is saying. Act what the character is THINKING."

Like, as a very, very basic example: a character is apologizing by saying, "I'm sorry." But that line is going to look and sound different depending on what the character is thinking. Crossed arms and a sullen tone can mean that a character is actually thinking: "I don't mean it and also I hate you." A pleading tone and reaching out to take the other character's arm can mean: "Please don't leave me." A tired voice and slumped shoulders within context could mean: "I did what I had to do."

This is one way to begin to do "Show, Don't Tell" in storytelling. It is trusting your audience to see the depth and to catch on to the things you leave unsaid. It's fun to let the audience be observant and clever. It is also reflective of real life, where people are often scared of being vulnerable, or don't necessarily even understand their own emotions, or can't articulate their own thoughts, or have difficulty identifying the true feelings of the people around them, and so don't say very much.

There are exceptions to this advice, of course. In writing especially, rather than in a visual medium, some POV characters are very good at reading emotions from body language and others are not, and their observations in the narration may reflect this skill. Some characters will assume everyone around them is always angry with them or simply not pay attention to other people's moods at all, personalities which can also be subtly communicated to the audience and later used in the story in some interesting way.

Some characters have excellent control over their body language and tone of voice, because they are on-guard, highly trained in some fashion, or a very good liar. They will not easily communicate their true thoughts through their body language or their actions. Their lie can be so good that it can be slipped past the audience as nothing important to the plot until it comes back to bite. Their oddly perfect control over their body in a tense situation can instead maybe be used to indicate to the POV character and/or the audience: "Oh, there's something up with this person."

Body language will also change by culture and class and disability and so on. This clash can cause communication problems between characters, as a character's affectionate pat on the shoulder of another might be intended as casual comfort, but be received as overly intimate condescension. Different cultures / people can even have very different opinions on what level of eye contact and overlapping speech is rude.

This advice was originally given to me in the context of illustration and animation, in which it is very common for inexperienced artists to act out the words that the character is saying in mime-like gesture. In media for young children, we might choose to keep things very simple, as toddlers struggle to learn what it looks like and feels like to be angry or happy. But past that? People don't really behave this way. What we say and what we really mean are not always synchronized, and we can use the body to communicate this.