¡Hola!✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧ Casi llegando al final de la segunda película, Obsessive!JD va al territorio de los trolls del Rock, solamente por curiosidad por todo ese asunto de la gira de Barb. Llegando en el momento justo en dónde aparece Branch en el globo aerostático y precencia el momento en el que convierten a Branch en un RockZombie. ¿Cómo reaccionaria?
well this would be a bit chaotic; and I mean totally crazy.
If John Dory were there to see how his little brother sacrificed himself for a troll that John does not know, he saw him renounce his free will, become a shadow of himself, he saw him 'reborn', for a queen of Rock who blindly believed what to do that was good.
John was at the top of the stands, he arrived there because he heard that all the trolls were taken there by the Rock Trolls, John just wanted to know if Branch was alive, if he would be there, and if so, get his brother out of there. and take him away from the Rock Trolls madness.
So he arrived, there was just a big hot air balloon with what he recognized as Reggueton and K-Pop Trolls, and just there, he easily recognized that little troll, he knows him.
It's his brother's baby, his Branch.
So when he saw him jump and that lightning hit him, he felt like the air had been knocked out of him, his little brother.
He shouted as loud as he could, which surprised him since he had no more air in his lungs, but this came from his heart, his brother was there right there, and he couldn't keep her safe; another failure to his list.
That crazy queen had turned him into a zombie, she wasn't his brother, his baby would never look like that.
He could feel the gaze of many trolls on him but he didn't care, if someone tried to stop him, John would hit him and get him out of his way, he heard many bones crunch, he didn't care who he hurt, he just needed to get to Branch.
and so he did, he jumped on stage and tackled that Queen of Rock, he threw the guitar away from her, and he had no mercy,
He hit her and hit her, she could feel the hot liquid stain her knuckles and her face, John was growling and yelling at her, insults, threats, how he would kill her for messing with his brother, she only stopped when she heard Branch growl, it was a warning growl. John knows them and he's done a lot like that before, but having his brother do something against him shocked him a little, so he growled in response, this made Branch moan and start to shake when John approached him and hugged him. John didn't care about the blood that stained him and the bloody and traumatic scene that he made the other tribes see. He only cared that his baby brother was okay, and now he just had to get him out of this trance that the Rock Queen put him in.
He moved away from Branch but took his arm to keep him from moving away. He could now see the Queen. She certainly did a number on his face. She would get up and order him to be caught. She would order Branch. That only made John Dory. he will get more angry.
"How do I free him?" John looked into her eyes, or well into her eye that wasn't covered in blood and swelling, she moved away from her when John took a step towards her.
“Get away!” she yelled at him.
John Dory just smiled at him, a smile that he used sometimes when someone tried to mess with his brothers, he could see how other trolls got as far away from the stage as they could; He looked askance at the guitar, he didn't need the 'queen' to tell him how to free his brother, he could do it.
He dragged Branch with hers, her brother couldn't resist, the girl Branch tried to protect yelled at him to let him go, John ignored her, he has more important things to do than deal with a brat.
"DON'T TOUCH THAT" the rock troll tried to take the guitar from her when John picked it up, still holding Branch's arm, when he saw that the 'queen' got close enough, he turned quickly and hit her with the body of the guitar on the back. Face, a wet and metallic CRACK was heard; The girl fell to the floor complaining of pain, and the guitar in John's hand broke, he threw it at the rock queen watching the strings on it fade away.
John just scoffed watching the brat get devastated, she didn't care about being gray, as long as she had Branch.
"What happened?" John turned, he heard his neck creak because of that but he didn't care, Branch was right next to him, gray, but free from Rock's control.
"Baby Branch!" John shouted with joy, and hugged his brother, he sobbed a little, finally he had his baby brother in his arms again, and no one would ever take him away from him.
(in the end Cooper and Prince D do what they did in the movie and everyone sings and so on, except Barb and Branch, because Barb has a broken jaw and John Dory doesn't let Branch get close to anyone and vice versa, Branch doesn't know why. everyone seems so scared of John and John is all smiles and silly things; but cold stares when Branch isn't looking; and Branch is more worried about the blood on John, because he thinks John is the one who's hurt) it's hilarious
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Vampires are a very composed and prideful sort of monster and your Vampire bf is no different.
He is the picture of perfection and sophistication in all public regards. His posture is so straight you’d swear he was statue. His language is smooth and charming to the point where he could convince an orc he was actually a troll. At society events he is the one to talk to with a row of awaiting guests lined up down the halls. Always with you standing right by his side. While he keeps you close, aching to have you near, he’s always respectful in his acts around you.
As leader of his coven he has to be.
But he’s not like that when he’s alone with you. No, never. When you’re the only one around he finally feels free to be completely himself. Not having to put on a show for everyone while also maintaining all his responsibilities. In the quiet of your chambers he can simply be your mate. As you are his mate. His eternal love. And this affects him deeper than he realizes. He has more of a soft spot for you than even he can admit to himself at times.
Particularly when your Vampire bf drinks your blood. He swears he’s not addicted to it. To the flavors that dance and mingle amongst the copper tang, to the thick warmth that mimics your tender embrace as it coats his throat, to the spark of adrenaline akin to lightning that shoots through his body as your blood pumps through his veins. No, definitely not addicted…
Yet just one drop of your life force has him falling to his knees, whining and whimpering as he nuzzles into your stomach. But it’s important to know that he doesn’t beg— he never begs for it. That is one thing your Vampire bf always says for certain (denies). He definitely doesn’t beg.
Not even as he’s pounding into you from behind, the glide of his cock along your walls making your head spin. His face in your neck, inhaling deeply as he soaks up your scent. So you must mishear him every time he takes you whispering, “P-please, my heart. You know I need all of you. Jus’ wanna consume you, darling, please.”
Of course your neck is bared for him before either of you can utter another word. Yet you cry out as your Vampire bf’s hips jolt, slamming against that spot along your gummy walls at just the mere sight of the slope of your neck.
His fangs sink into your flesh with a quiet squelch that mirrors the wet noise echoing throughout the room as your hips meet with each thrust. Mirroring moans leaving you as you both melt into each other. Your powerful Vampire bf turning into a puddle of arousal at a single drop of your blood.
Loud whines fall past your bf’s lips and vibrate into your neck. You moan, head rolling back. The ecstasy of your bf sucking your blood meeting the intensity of his cock rutting into your pussy just right. Vampire bf rubs against you, desperate to touch every inch of your skin. His hands scouring and groping every soft bit of flesh he can get his hands on. Nuzzling impossibly deeper into your neck as he turns into a whimpering mess of senseless limbs.
All these sensations crash into each other, overwhelming you in the best possible way. They send you flying higher and higher until your orgasm washes over you and you’re mewling as you arch back into your Vampire bf. Your touch and the clenching of your cunt sends your bf into his own orgasm, both of you weakly riding out the waves of euphoria in each other’s arms.
His tongue laps at any remaining blood trickling out as his fangs release you. He brings you into his arms, his form surrounding and curling around you as you lay on the bed. His body hypertensive to touch but he nuzzles into you anyway, seeking more of your warmth.
You hold onto him tightly, swearing that nothing is better than when your sophisticated and proper bf morphs into a total mess. And only ever for you.
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Could you give any advice for "descriptive" writing of any scene or action scenes or mapping out the scenery (Mountains, forests, streets etc) - i believe this is a struggle for Non-English speaking writers due to lack of vast vocabulary.
Common Scenery Description Tips
Vocabulary is clearly an important part of description, but it doesn’t have to be a limit. The most important thing about description in fiction is picking the right details to mention:
How does the details add to the mood of the story? A mountain ridge will be dark, gray and foggy if the overall mood is meant to be mysterious/brooding. In contrast, a mountain can be brilliantly snow-capped, lush green and “smiling down” upon the character if they’re out for a light stroll.
How are the contrasts/complementary aspects being brought out?
Are you using the five senses? You can even combine the senses, ie. blue ringing of the church bells
(If you have the POV character) what
Some other tips for setting description:
Use similes and metaphors. Creative figures of speech always get my attention as a reader.
Mention story-specific elements. For example, “The sky was the shade of Zoes’ eyes” or “the mountains looked like a group of trolls sleeping on one another”
Be concise. Today’s readers don’t want to read paragraphs and paragraphs about one landscape. Outline the larger elements in the scene, their location and general mood. Add some details, then move on.
If the same location appears multiple times, differentiate the description little by little as you write, instead of trying to lay out one scene in too much detail at once.
That said, here are some helpful words/phrases:
Forests/Mountains
Color: bone-white, phantom-white, hazy gray
Sound: rumbling, booming grumbling, bellowing clapping, trundling, growling, thundering
Shape: crinkled, crumpled, knotted, grizzled, rumpled, wrinkled, craggy, jagged, gnarled, rugose
Action: sky-punching/stabbing/piercing/spearing, heaven-touching/kissing, snow-cloaked/hooded/wreathed/festooned
Sloping sides, sharp/rounded ridges, high point/peak/summit
Majestic, gargantuan humbling, vast, massive, titanic, towering, monumental, mighty, vast, humbling
Mountains having faces, etc.
Seas
Color: blue-green, crystal-clear crystalline, emerald, frothy, hazy, glistening, pristine, turquoise
Size: boundless, abyssal, fathomless, unconquerable, vast, wondrous
Sound: billowing, blustering, bombastic
Action: boisterous, agitated, angry, biting, breaking, brazen. Churning, bubbling, changing, brooding, calm, convulsing, enticing erratic, fierce, tempestuous, turbulent, undulating
Alluring, blissful, betwitching, breezy, captivating, chaotic, chilly, elemental, disorienting
Deserts
Sight: A landscape of sand, flat, harsh sunlight, cacti, tumbleweeds, dust devils, cracked land, crumbing rock, sandstone, canyons, wind-worn rock formations, tracks, dead grasses, vibrant desert blooms (after rainfall), flash flooding, dry creek
Sounds: Wind (whistling, howling, piping, tearing, weaving, winding, gusting), birds cawing, flapping, squawking, the fluttering shift of feasting birds, screeching eagles, the sound of one’s own steps, heavy silence, baying wild dogs
Smell: Arid air, dust, one’s own sweat and body odor, dry baked earth, carrion
Touch: Torrid heat, sweat, cutting wind, cracked lips, freezing cold (night) hard packed ground, rocks, gritty sand, shivering, swiping away dirt and sweat, pain from split lips and dehydration, numbness in legs, heat/pain from sun stroke, clothes…
Taste: Grit, dust, dry mouth & tongue, warm flat canteen water, copper taste in mouth, bitter taste of insects for eating, stringy wild game (hares, rats) the tough saltiness of hardtack, biscuits or jerky, an insatiable thirst or hunger
Streets
Dusty, fume-filled, foul, sumptuous, broad, bucolic, decayed, mournful, seemingly endless, empty, unpaved, lifeless, dreadfully genteel, muddy, nondescript, residential/retail
Bleach, flimsy, silent, narrow, crooked, furrowed, smoggy, commonplace, tumbledown, treeless, shady
The blacktop streets absorb the spring sunshine as if intent upon sending heaven's warmth back through my soles.
The streets absorbed the emotions in the air, the city as the steady and reassuring mother.
The streets were a marriage of sounds, from bicycle wheels to chattering.
In the refreshing light of early daytime, the streets had the hues of artistic dreamtime, soft yet bold pastels.
Cobbled streets flowed as happy rivers in sunlight.
Parties
Some extra tips for locations like parties, where lots of action is going around practically everywhere:
Focus on the important characters - where they are, who they’re with.
Provide some overall description of the structure of the party scene (a pool, a two-storey house with yard?), then move on to details.
Don’t try to describe everything.
whirlwind of laughter and music, a symphony of joyous chaos.
It was a gathering that shimmered with the glow of twinkling lights and echoed with the rhythm of dancing feet.
The air was alive with excitement, buzzing with conversations and the clink of glasses.
Every corner held a story waiting to unfold, a moment waiting to be captured in memory.
It was a tapestry of colors, a mosaic of faces, each adding their own brushstroke to the vibrant canvas of the night.
Laughter cascaded like a waterfall, infectious and unstoppable, filling the room with warmth.
The night was a carnival of senses, with aromas of delicious food mingling with the melodies that filled the air.
Time seemed to slip away in the whirl of the party, moments blending into each other like colors on a palette.
The energy of the crowd was electric, pulsing through the room like a heartbeat, binding everyone in a shared moment of celebration.
It was a celebration of life, where worries faded into the background, and the present moment was all that mattered.
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