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Different Ways to Describe Eye Colors

↳ a masterpost for writing prompts that describe eye colors

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Brown Eyes

Blue Eyes

Green Eyes

Hazel Eyes

Unusual Eyes

Gray Eyes

Heterochromia Eyes

Black Eyes

White Eyes

White/Silver Eyes pt 2

Hazel Green Eyes

Gold/Yellow Eyes

Reddish-Brown Eyes

Red Eyes

Seasonal Eyes

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you know those meme redraws? yeah

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Take Me Back To Eden

Shadowheart x F! Tav

18+ thigh riding, fingering (f!), breast worship, light dirty talk, sub/dom, tenderness, implied trauma, porn with plot

Escaping the vampire lord's castle, she made her way to the Selune outpost. Into Shadowheart's waiting arms...

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Part 1

"Wait, he didnt even want to make you a full vampire?" The disgust in her voice dripping.

"Right?!" Tav exclaimed, huffing.

Laying face to face in Shadowheart's bed, safe in the candle kissed dark.

The way to her had been an arduous one. Grabbing a stray cloak from the back of a chair she shrouded herself leaving the beach. Though he must have thought her dead after the fall, she didn't want to risk it. He had spies everywhere, word of her being spotted in the Lower City would not bode well for her chances.

Making her shaky way through the streets to the carriage at the edge of the road. "West, as far as you can take me." Handed the driver a hefty bag of coin.

"Yes saer."

When she finally shambled to the mouth of the road leading to the outpost, Shadowheart was there. Rushing to her and taking her broken body in her arms.

"You're here! Oh Gods you made it!" Both joy and concern pitched through her voice.

Going limp against her arms Tav smiled in disbelief. "I made it..."

"Oh let's get you inside," She hushed, looping an arm under her shoulders. "You'll need to see our healer."

"I thought you were my healer..." She teased, pulled to walk. Leaning her head into Shadowheart's shoulder. Her silver hair tickling her face.

"Oh sure, but Francesca is very powerful. You'll be in good hands Tav, on Selune I swear it."

"Good hands. It's been so long." She laughed shakily.

Now, swaddled in dark Shadowheart rolled her eyes. "Making you, the savior of Baldur's Gate, a spawn. What an asshole..."

Tav laughed. It helped to talk about him like this. Like he was just some shitty ex. Well, he wasn't not that. What a mess.

Heart heavy again, she still missed him. The him before the ascension. Gods she was so in love back then, her whole body soaked with it. He was her everything.

"Do you miss him?" Shadowheart asked gently, seeing the strain on her face.

"All the time." She sighed, Shadowheart's hand threading into hers.

"But he's gone. My love is for a ghost."

"I'm sorry Tav," Pushing her hair behind her ear. Voice so soft, fingers equally so.

"I dont regret it, being with him. Not one bit. If I'd only had more foresight, been more forceful at the ritual..."

"Hey," Shadowheart scooted closer to her. "You cant fault yourself, you were doing what you thought was best. You always wanted us to follow our own paths. Make our own choices."

Eyes full of adoration. "You cant blame yourself for not pushing back against his wishes."

Tav smiled, breathing out a sigh. "Maybe. I hope you're right." She nuzzled into Shadowheart's hand. "You're too good to me."

"I think, after everything," She hushed, pulling closer still. Eyes meeting, pupils wide, face flushed. "You're owed some goodness."

Her warm mouth sliding against her. Tav moaned gently into her. Hand coming to cradle her head. A heat rising in her belly.

It had been so long since she had been touched like this. All soft, exploring. Desired. No force, no possessive pulls, not a piece of claim here in her touch.

She pulled her closer, pressing their bodies together. Shadowheart's legs tangling in hers. Mouths hot and needful. Their breath a lustful miasma around them. Tongues twisting.

Shadowheart's little moans were so sweet. A soft bird call. Tav left her mouth, kissing and biting softly at her neck. Her body arched under her. Hands reaching for her blouse.

"You sure you're not a vampire?" She teased through panting breaths.

Tav laughed, helping Shadowhearts efforts in pulling off her blouse.

"Maybe just for tonight." Tav smiled, leaning back to bare absent fangs.

"Oh! So frightening!" Shadowheart admonished. Leaning up to kiss at her bare torso. Lips velvet against her scarred skin.

Tav moaned into her touch. Hand threading behind her head. A throbbing need between her legs.

When her lips met her erect nipple Tav groaned, eyes pulling closed. "There," She encouraged, trying to not pull her hair. "Right there."

Shadowheart hummed teasingly, looking up at her through her lashes. Tongue sliding slow against her peaks. Hand holding her hip, other pushing up her back to the space between her shoulder blades. Pushing her chest into her mouth.

When she took her fully in and started nibbling and suckling Tav thought she might go blind with lust. Hips already rolling against nothing.

Trembling hands pulling her robe open, the ties coming loose and falling away. Her pale form bare to Tav's eyes. Drinking her in as she worshipped her breasts. And Tav was thirsty, parched. Insatiable.

Gripping her hips she lifted her onto her thigh. Hands pushing her ass into the muscle of her leg.

Shadowheart shivered, hips already seeking. Pulsing down into her thigh. Mouth more vicious, rough, against her swollen tips.

Tav mewled, head thrown back. Hips bucking. Trying to hold her thigh taut for her as she ground down. Leggings already wet under her riding.

Shadowheart's hand pushed into her waistband, lithe fingers searching desperate. Finding her easily, already a hard mound. Rubbing tight perfect circles into her clit.

Tav gripped her ass, gritting her teeth. Pulling her hard into her thigh. Already embarrassingly close. Touch starved. Touch drunk.

Shadowheart switched breasts, her hand taking up the nipple her mouth left. Flicking it and twisting between her fingers. Mouth pulling and slobbering over the new peak obscenely. Hand still below pushing back, teasing at her entrance.

"Gods please," Tav begged, for what she wasnt sure. More, definitely more.

Shadowheart pushed inside her, two fingers hooking. Pulsing roughly.

"You're so wet," She smiled into her chest. Biting at her engorged peak.

Tav moaned in agreement, beyond words. Hips fucking her hand. Panting breaths rising.

"Are you going to come for me?" Shadowheart asked sweetly, hand leaving her chest to take her long braid in her hand, tugging it taut. Tav's head falling back with the pull, exposing her long neck.

"Yes," She panted, Shadowheart's lips coming up to lave long licks up her exposed throat, sending shivers down her spine. Limbs feverish, pelvis trembling. "Dont stop."

Shadowheart's fingers sped up, plunging into her viciously. Palm of her hand meeting her clit in rough pulses.

Tav whimpered out a handful of cries, feeling the cord about to snap. Hips moving of their own accord. Feral.

Her hands tangling in Shadowheart's hair as it hit her. A guttural shriek threatening to spill out she shoved her shirt into her mouth, muffling her cries. Like a thousand arrows striking her pelvis it ripped through her. Hips rising and bucking uncontrollably. Her muffled scream bringing a smile to Shadowheart's flushed, fluid slicked face. Pinching her nipple one more time for her own amusement.

Not far behind her Shadowheart picked up her pace, hips fast and hot. The fabric on her thigh thoroughly soaked through. Her breasts moving in tandem with her desperate riding. Eyes screwing shut. Little pleading mewls. Going rigid, her eyes bursting open. Mouth falling slack into a silent scream. Hands gripping Tav's hips as her body trembled, still grinding sloppily into her hard thigh.

Tav saw stars as the high pulled through her. She hadn't come so hard in a long time. Her body so sensitive to touch.

Taking Shadowheart into her shaking arms, burying her face in her neck. Them staying like that for a moment, holding eachother anchor.

"Gods below," She admonished. Looking wild into Shadowheart's eyes.

"I agree," she said, eyes alight with laughter. "You almost killed me Tav."

"Me?!" She scoffed, cradling her face in her hands. Kissing her swollen mouth softly. "I think I saw the after world for a second there." Pulled back. "I dont know how many more near death experiences I can take."

Shadowheart smiled up at her. "No sea water this time though." Hand cupping over hers on her cheek.

"Did you hear?" A worshipper hushed to her friend, carrying their breakfast together.

"What?"

"That lord! Ancunin I think..."

Tav's hackles bristled.

"He killed his whole staff!"

"No! Surely that cant be true!"

"Apparently one of his consorts ran off and he went into a blind rage! Everyone says it's a vampire den, so I believe it. That he's a vampire himself!"

Tav stood, hands trembling as they wandered away. Whispering amongst themselves.

She knew she was safe here, only a trusted handful knowing her identity. To all others she was just another pilgrimage coming to take up rites.

Still, that wording made her anxious. Ran off. Not dead. She knew the rumor mill was not a trusted source, but it made her stomach turn.

"Everything okay?" Shadowheart came up beside her, hand reassured on her forearm.

"Yeah," Tav sighed, taking the fruit she offered her. Picking up her drink as they started to walk. "Just locals making up stories."

"Oh they're always on about something." Shadowheart agreed, taking a bite of the peach she was carrying. The light dappling her silver hair as they went towards their favorite sitting spot. "Last week they said they saw a bronze dragon in a cave nearby." Shooting her a withering look. "It was an owlbear."

Tav laughed, lifting her drink to her lips. Braid swinging behind her. Their feet hushing through the well trodden undergrowth.

"So I was thinking," Shadowheart started as they sat down. "I know bringing a bunch of people here would call attention. But I want to let everyone know you're safe, that you're here." She mused. "I think we can get away with bringing at least one of our old companions around."

Tav smiled. "Aww I'd love to see everyone, especially Karlach! Oh I miss her. But she's still in Avernus with Wyll right?"

Shadowheart nodded.

"Hmm," Tav thought. "I guess I'm realizing I've been gone so long I dont know whose still around." She laughed sheepishly.

"What about Halsin?" Shadowheart offered, sliding her a knowing look. "He's in the Shadowlands but I know he'd drop anything to come see you."

"Oh please," Shadowheart waved away her aghast look. "I remember how you two looked at eachother. Oh he was smitten with you. A puppy following you around camp." She laughed lightly. "While I greatly enjoy your company I think you need to spread your wings. Gods, Tav you've been stuffed away in a castle for years, have some fun." Cradling her face in her soft hand. "And if you decide you want to come back to me, I'd be delighted to have you."

Tears threatening at the edges of her eyes she smiled at her. "I think you're right." Took a shaky breath out. "It's time to live again."

"Fuck it, send for him."

"That's the spirit." Shadowheart cheered and kissed her softly.

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Part 3

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“The pale elf” (5/8).

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"this song is about this" "this song is about that" "this person wrote this song about this person" wrong all songs are about ocs ive made and ocs that have not yet come to pass

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i relate to orin because i too sometimes want to bash my sister’s head in for her questionable choices in men :)

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while you were studying girls i was kissing the blade

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How to write angst ?

@urfriendlywriter | req by @everynowandthenihaveacrisis @aidyaiden :)

know your character. from their deepest fears to what they cherish the most. know your deepest fear, ask yourself how you will react and feel at that moment. "oh shit, if this happened to me I'll lose my mind" what's that type of scenario for you? write it. :)

decide on the type of angst you are going for!

major, minor, physical, emotional, paranormal, spiritual, verbal, abusive, quarrel, misunderstanding, etc.

and then, decide on--what reaction you can take out of your character by doing what to them.

are they gonna be, held at a gunpoint to give something up? or have their soul wrecked by whom they thought were close to them? or is it going be horror, or etctec, decide on it.

moving on to actually writing it-

Tip 1 - Use sensory details.

her eyes brimmed with tears

his chest heaved

pain clawed at his heart, as his face twisted with hurt

his scream pierced my heart

her lips quivered

she dug her nails into her palms (to distract herself, to stop it from shaking, etc)

show what is happening to ur MC, instead of telling it.

Tip 2 - how to actually write it.

If they're panicking, make them notice too many things at once, show every detail that they're seeing, feeling, from touch, to that burning sensation on their eyes, the blood on the ground, that dryness of their throat, the buzzing in their head and their parted lips unable to trust their own sight, and--and, boom! have them register that they're really really in trouble. and that they've to act fast.

use short, very minimal type of writing for this. make it long, but not long enough that it feels like it's being dragged.

the readers should hold themselves back from skimming the page out of curiousity, they should be in their toes to find out what happens next.

what does your MC do in times of panic? do they chant calm down to themselves, do they get angry, or start crying.. or?? what makes your character genuinely feel an emotion so hard that they'll burst?

there's always something, someone that'll always give them love and easily can be that something or someone to take it away. yk.

Tip 3 - crying.

what is close to your character that u can deprive them of? will it make them cry? beg for it?

what will make ur character cry so hard, that their scream fills everyone's ear, stays in their minds like ghosts and always haunts them?

make a character who never cries, burst out with tears.

while writing crying, focus on the 5 senses, one after the other.

focus it on their breath, make them run out of breath, gasp for air, feel like they're being choked, cry so scrutinizingly. it shud punch the reader's gut.

have them replay what had just happened over and over again in their head

best books and writing styles (for angst) to analyse and learn from (in my opinion);

3rd book in the AGGTM series (yk it hit hard like a truck. it got me depressed in bed the entire time lmao)

Five Survive by Holly Jackson. The moments of red outside of the truck, and moments leading to it.

there's this book called " Warm by @untalentedwriter127 " in wattpad. the author served angst for breakfast, lunch anddd dinner.

and if there's more angsty ones, drop em in the comments! :)

Hope this helps, tag me when yall write a masterpiece! ;)

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Some of My Favorite Ways to Describe a Character Who’s Sick

pressing their forehead into something cool or comfortable (this could be an array of things. the table, the floor, someones leather jacket, their water bottle, the countertop)

warm to the touch, or heat radiating from them (could be noticed if someone’s gauging their temperature with their hands, hugging them, or just generally touching them)

leaning into people’s touch, or just spontaneously leaning on them (like pressing into their hand when someone’s checking their temp, or just, like, literally walking up and laying their head on them from fatigue. bonus points if the character is usually feral and the other is scared to engage™︎)

falling asleep all over the place (at the dinner table, on their homework, in the car, in the bathroom — just being so exhausted from doing literally nothing)

being overly emotional (crying over things that don’t usually bother them, like their siblings arguing, or their homework, or literally just nothing)

stumbling/careening/staggering into things (the wall, furniture, other people. there is no coordination in feverish brains. running into chairs, hitting the door, falling over the couch, anything and everything)

slurring their words (could be from fatigue or pain. connecting words that shouldn’t be connected, murdering all of their conversations with the excessive use of ‘mm’ and ‘nn’ in place of words) (this is my favorite thing ever)

being overly touchy (basically like a sick kid — just hold them, please. do that thing where you brush their hair back out of their face, or rub circles on their back, or snuggle them. they won’t care. bonus points if this is also the feral character and they refuse to believe it afterwards)

being extremely resistant to touch (flinching away when they usually don’t so someone can’t feel the fever, not letting themselves be touched because they’re so tired they just know they’ll be putty in their hands if they do)

growing aggressive or being extremely rude (it’s a defense mechanism — they feel vulnerable and are afraid of being manipulated or deceived while they’re ill)

whimpering/whining/groaning (this was in my “characters in pain” post but it’s so good that i’m putting it here too. this shite is gold, especially if it’s just an involuntary reaction to their symptoms)

having nightmares caused by a fever and/or delirium (crying and murmuring in their sleep, or being awake but completely out of it and convinced they’re somewhere else)

making themselves as small as possible (curling up into a ball everywhere they lay, hunching over slightly when standing, wrapping their arms around themselves)

TW for vomiting below cut !!

sleeping in the bathroom floor because they keep getting sick over and over (bonus if someone finds them all weak and pitiful. bonus bonus if they find them there in the morning only to learn they’ve been there all night)

using their hands/other body parts to clamp over their mouth so nothing can come out (like pulling their knees up to their chest and using that, or like, their arm, y’know) (~maccreadysbaby who has emetophobia suddenly gets very awkward about this post~) (~yes i have a phobia of puke and still write this happening to my characters, shut up~) (~it’s about the hurt/comfort okay~)

sympathy pukers (people who aren’t the sick ones but get nauseous/vomit when they see someone else throw up) (~aka me~) (~okay I’m done now~)

dry heaving (it’s gross, but good for making your characters absolutely freaking miserable)

rolling/churning/spinning/cramping/ lurching and all those awesome words that describe what stomachs do when sick (i hate these words with a deep, fiery passion. but they’re good for writing or whatever)

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tf is he pouting like this for…………… grown ass man. over two centuries old

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Some of my favorite words and phrases to describe a character in pain

coiling (up in a ball, in on themselves, against something, etc)

panting (there’s a slew of adjectives you can put after this, my favorites are shakily, weakly, etc)

keeling over (synonyms are words like collapsing, which is equally as good but overused in media)

trembling/shivering (additional adjectives could be violently, uncontrollably, etc)

sobbing (weeping is a synonym but i’ve never liked that word. also love using sob by itself, as a noun, like “he let out a quiet sob”)

whimpering (love hitting the wips with this word when a character is weak, especially when the pain is subsiding. also love using it for nightmares/attacks and things like that)

clinging (to someone or something, maybe even to themselves or their own clothes)

writhing/thrashing (maybe someone’s holding them down, or maybe they’re in bed alone)

crying (not actual tears. cry as in a shrill, sudden shout)

dazed (usually after the pain has subsided, or when adrenaline is still flowing)

wincing (probably overused but i love this word. synonym could be grimacing)

doubling-over (kinda close to keeling over but they don’t actually hit the ground, just kinda fold in on themselves)

heaving (i like to use it for describing the way someone’s breathing, ex. “heaving breaths” but can also be used for the nasty stuff like dry heaving or vomiting)

gasping/sucking/drawing in a breath (or any other words and phrases that mean a sharp intake of breath, that shite is gold)

murmuring/muttering/whispering (or other quiet forms of speaking after enduring intense pain)

hiccuping/spluttering/sniffling (words that generally imply crying without saying crying. the word crying is used so much it kinda loses its appeal, that’s why i like to mix other words like these in)

stuttering (or other general terms that show an impaired ability to speak — when someone’s in intense pain, it gets hard to talk)

staggering/stumbling (there is a difference between pain that makes you not want to stand, and pain that makes it impossible to stand. explore that!)

recoiling/shrinking away (from either the threat or someone trying to help)

pleading/begging (again, to the threat, someone trying to help, or just begging the pain to stop)

Feel free to add your favorites or most used in the comments/reblogs!

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The symbolism of flowers

Flowers have a long history of symbolism that you can incorporate into your writing to give subtext.

Symbolism varies between cultures and customs, and these particular examples come from Victorian Era Britain. You'll find examples of this symbolism in many well-known novels of the era!

Amaryllis: Pride

Black-eyed Susan: Justice

Bluebell: Humility

Calla Lily: Beauty

Pink Camellia: Longing

Carnations: Female love

Yellow Carnation: Rejection

Clematis: Mental beauty

Columbine: Foolishness

Cyclamen: Resignation

Daffodil: Unrivalled love

Daisy: Innocence, loyalty

Forget-me-not: True love

Gardenia: Secret love

Geranium: Folly, stupidity

Gladiolus: Integrity, strength

Hibiscus: Delicate beauty

Honeysuckle: Bonds of love

Blue Hyacinth: Constancy

Hydrangea: Frigid, heartless

Iris: Faith, trust, wisdom

White Jasmine: Amiability

Lavender: Distrust

Lilac: Joy of youth

White Lily: Purity

Orange Lily: Hatred

Tiger Lily: Wealth, pride

Lily-of-the-valley: Sweetness, humility

Lotus: Enlightenment, rebirth

Magnolia: Nobility

Marigold: Grief, jealousy

Morning Glory: Affection

Nasturtium: Patriotism, conquest

Pansy: Thoughtfulness

Peony: Bashfulness, shame

Poppy: Consolation

Red Rose: Love

Yellow Rose: Jealously, infidelity

Snapdragon: Deception, grace

Sunflower: Adoration

Sweet Willian: Gallantry

Red Tulip: Passion

Violet: Watchfulness, modesty

Yarrow: Everlasting love

Zinnia: Absent, affection

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Writing tips for long fics that helped me that no one asked for.

1.) Don't actually delete content from your WIP unless it is minor editing - instead cut it and put it in a secondary document. If you're omitting paragraphs of content, dialog, a whole scene you might find a better place for it later and having it readily available can really save time. Sometimes your idea was fantastic, but it just wasn't in the right spot.

2.) Stuck with wording the action? Just write the dialog then revisit it later.

3.) Stuck on the whole scene? Skip it and write the next one.

4.) Write on literally any other color than a white background. It just works. (I use black)

5.) If you have a beta, while they are beta-ing have them read your fic out loud. Yes, I know a lot of betas/writers do not have the luxury of face-timing or have the opportunity to do this due to time constraints etc but reading your fic out loud can catch some very awkward phrasing that otherwise might be missed. If you don't have a beta, you read it out loud to yourself. Throw some passion into your dialog, you might find a better way to word it if it sounds stuffy or weird.

6.) The moment you have an idea, write it down. If you don't have paper or a pen, EMAIL it to yourself or put it in a draft etc etc. I have sent myself dozens of ideas while laying down before sleep that I 10/10 forgot the next morning but had emailed them to myself and got to implement them.

7.) Remember - hits/likes/kudos/comments are not reflective of the quality of your fic or your ability to write. Most people just don't comment - even if they say they do, they don't, even if they preach all day about commenting, they don't, even if they are a very popular blog that passionately reminds people to comment - they don't comment (I know this personally). Even if your fic brought tears to their eyes and it haunted them for weeks and they printed it out and sent it to their friends they just don't comment. You just have to accept it. That being said - comment on the fic you're reading now, just do it, if you're 'shy' and that's why you don't comment the more you comment the better you'll get at it. Just do it.

8.) Remove unrealistic daily word count goals from your routine. I've seen people stress 1500 - 2000 words a day and if they don't reach that they feel like a failure and they get discouraged. This is ridiculous. Write when you can, but remove absurd goals. My average is 500 words a day in combination with a 40 hour a week job and I have written over 200k words from 2022-2023.

9.) There are dozens of ways to do an outline from precise analytical deconstruction that goes scene by scene to the minimalist bullet point list - it doesn't matter which one you use just have some sort of direction. A partial outline is better than no outline.

10.) Write for yourself, not for others. Write the fic you know no one is going to read. Write the fic that sounds ridiculous. You will be so happy you put it out in the world and there will be people who will be glad it exists.