#weather description

[wandering-aloneo-o]

a little thing about the weather i wrote because the weather this morning was very weather-like

the sun wasn't up yet, but the sky was still a lightish blue.

the clouds in the east, that were above and behind the mountain, were a bright, deep red underneath, and it looked almost like red lightning.

in the north, it was raining, and the red light caught on parts of the rain too, looking like the valley was being drenched in blood in some places. the north rain clouds were also occasionally spotted with lightning.

there was also rain in the south, but most of it couldn't be seen due to the mountain.

there was a large chunk of empty sky in the west and above us, but it was spotted with a few clouds here and there.

after a while, the red had completely faded from the dark blue clouds, and they were instead becoming golden at the tops.

you could see the changing colors of the leaves on the east mountains, and on the south mountain chunk too.

[cleverreports]

We report: August is on its last legs, and the days are messy, dusty, rusty, and the air weighs more and more with each passing moment. There is dry grass in the puddles that today's shower left behind. The light exhausts itself in sunsets, stretching the evening thin.

[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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[bluecapsicum]

Night and dusk skies illustrations for my daily meteorological fiction project, Reports From Unknown Places About Indescribable Events (Twitter, Instagram, Mastodon, Bluesky, archives on my website).

Keep reading for the companion texts.

March 25th: We report: it is marshy here, and we are struggling to pick our feet back up every time we put them down. We speak low, but the sound of our steps is louder than our voice anyway. We watch our expert's back through the fog of our breath. The full moon is completely obscured.

April 2nd: We report, tonight, from the depths of soggy darkness. It is a day for night set out here, the clouds are practically shining in the sub-horizon light. Our expert talks at length about the Purkinje effect, the fact that the colour our human eyes see best in low light is blue.

April 14th: We report between one breath and the next: colours are not burnt out yet, there are a handful lying around there. In just a beat, the day will have been consumed, down to the very last bit of candlewick. We are trying to cram all our hopes and dreams into that last second.

April 22nd: We report after staying alone in the dark for too long: it is a nice thought that after the Sun burns out, so many of those stars will be left. So that the small handful of minerals that is in our ribcage and our teeth and nails may yet be part of something else, in a long time.

May 4th: We report at the hour when ghosts appear, walking in the middle of the road. It is not enough of a place that we imagine any cars could come by here and now, but we keep listening for them anyway. Instead, we hear echoes of a motorway in the distance, and the wind in our ears.

May 8th: We report on a moonless night: the power is out in the neighbourhood. Our eyes are tired, it is a balmy spring evening, and when we look up, we cannot help but think the stars are about to fall on us. They flicker. We lose our balance as we forget where the ground is.

May 12th: We report at dawn: when we got up during the night, the sky was clear and full of stars, but this morning, we can smell rain and shivers on the wind. The clouds brood, big and dark; we appreciate their languidness in the face of the breeze. In time, the sunlight will break out.

May 20th: We report about early in the night, when there is still blue to be found in the remnants of light. This is not anywhere near a clear night - we can tell by the brushstrokes across the vault - but we see more than a few stars. They come out shy and dim, but we see them.

May 25th: We report: morning, the sunrise is starting to show colours through the clouds. The leaves are heavy with dew, and rain is fast approaching. The air is already charged with that humid morning smell, but there is definitely rain on top. It feels icy as it goes through our nose.

May 28th: We report: there was fog when we fell asleep last night, and it has not entirely lifted yet in the blue morning. There is a sea in the field. We are squinting at it as though it were the glare of the sun, hoping to see through it. We get mist in our eyelashes for our troubles.

[fiction-quotes]

The wind howled. Lightning stabbed at the earth erratically, like an inefficient assassin. Thunder rolled back and forth across the dark, rain-lashed hills.

The night was as black as the inside of a cat. It was the kind of night, you could believe, on which gods moved men as though they were pawns on the chessboard of fate. In the middle of this elemental storm a fire gleamed among the dripping furze bushes like the madness in a weasel's eye. It illuminated three hunched figures. As the cauldron bubbled an eldritch voice shrieked: “When shall we three meet again?”

There was a pause.

Finally another voice said, in far more ordinary tones: “Well, I can do next Tuesday.”

  —  Wyrd Sisters (Terry Pratchett)

[grabyoursaintsandpray]

He finally did it, he found a ghost.

[incendavery]

early winter mornings vs short-term memory

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[garbashedump]

Valentines special!

How TFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF DID I MAKE THIS!?!?!?!?!?! i have no mf clue cause either I was given God's hands or I sold my soul to the devil and forgot

tsk, tsk, tsk! look at the mess they made! how are they gonna get those lipstick stains off thier clothes! Man teenagers what to do with them

Dw, dw i made sure there was enough to go around for everybody so take ur pick!

I guess you can say... they got the KISSES THE HOLIDAY AFTER

yall know the drill, oc's belong to @chaosaliien! go check them out they're an amazing artist and should enjoy lots of chocco along with other mutuals!

also the refrence used:

[squoobest]

mama’s boy

[chipistrate]

A Wild Charlie Appears

Fnaf movie Just a month away Fnaf movie in a month! I am so thrilled by this information/ref

Okay but hey hear me out What if Charlie isn't dead and shows up at the end of the movie and becomes a main character in the second movie and becomes besties with Mike, Nessa, and Abby (coping) She got a bit banged up on the way over since she was roller skating in the pouring rain, but she's fine<3

It's a crack idea but I love it a lot,,,,

Close ups and textless version under cut

[cleverreports]

We report: it is a windy day. The field is breathing in ripples, dry grass whistling in rhythm. The barn behind us sounds like it is about to collapse, but it has held on until now. The swallows are swaying about the sky like paper planes. It still smells like sunshine, somehow.

[electricalstemplates]

Here’s the request!! I’m so sorry that it’s basically 7 templates I’m requesting 😭 /gen I’ll try to keep it nice and tidy!!

All of these are for PK and we prefer Long length! If too much, feel free to go with Medium Length!! <33 Emojis/Headmates sign offs will be listed below by elements!

1) Lightning

Emojis : 🌩️⛈️⚡️🌹 (Feel free to add more red!)

2) Earth

Emojis : 🌏🪨📚🪡

3) Water/Ice

Emojis : 🌊❄️🌨️

4) Light/Solar

Emojis : 🔅🔆🌤️

5) Nature

Emojis : 🍀🌵🌲

6) Fire

Emojis : 🔥🧨🌋

7) Wind

Emojis : 🍃🌀🌪️

Again I’m so so sorry that this is a lot- 😭 Feel free to take as much time as you guys need 💚 /GEN But yeah! Thanks again for allowing me send this all in one ask!! <33

Here you go! Hope I got them right! Warning, these are long

⚡️⌁⌁*Name*⟡₊ ⚡️⌁⌁*Nicknames*⟡₊ ⚡️⌁⌁*Pronouns*⟡₊ ⚡️⌁⌁*Terms*⟡₊ ⚡️⌁⌁*Gender*⟡₊ ⚡️⌁⌁*Orient*⟡₊ ⚡️⌁⌁*Verbality*⟡₊ ⚡️⌁⌁*Signoff*⟡₊ ⋆.˚ ⚡︎ .⭒˚🌩️˚⭒. ⚡︎ ˚.⋆ 🌹۰›⌁⌁__R__ole⟡₊ 🌹۰›⌁⌁__A__lter type⟡₊ 🌹۰›⌁⌁__S__ource⟡₊ 🌹۰›⌁⌁__S__ubsystem ⟡₊⋆.˚ ⚡︎ .⭒˚⛈️˚⭒. ⚡︎ ˚.⋆ ⚡️⌁⌁*Likes*⟡₊ ⚡️⌁⌁*Dislikes*⟡₊ ⚡️⌁⌁*Hobbies*⟡₊ ⚡️⌁⌁*Favorite things*⟡₊ ⋆.˚ ⚡︎ .⭒˚🌩️˚⭒. ⚡︎ ˚.⋆ 🌹۰›⌁⌁__I__nteraction⟡₊ fti/iwc/dni 🌹۰›⌁⌁__T__ouch⟡₊ y/a/n 🌹۰›⌁⌁__P__DA⟡₊ y/a/n 🌹۰›⌁⌁__F__lirting⟡₊ y/a/n 🌹۰›⌁⌁__C__ompliments⟡₊ y/a/n 🌹۰›⌁⌁__V__enting⟡₊ y/a/n 🌹۰›⌁⌁__P__et names⟡₊ y/a/n 🌹۰›⌁⌁__N__icknames⟡₊ y/a/n 🌹۰›⌁⌁__D__ms⟡₊ y/a/n 🌹۰›⌁⌁__P__ings⟡₊ y/a/n

⋌🪨ᨒ**Na**me₊˚⌇ ⋌🪨ᨒ**Nick**names₊˚⌇ ⋌🪨ᨒ**Pro**nouns₊˚⌇ ⋌🪨ᨒ**Te**rms₊˚⌇ ⋌🪨ᨒ**Gen**der₊˚⌇ ⋌🪨ᨒ**Ori**ent₊˚⌇ ⋌🪨ᨒ**Verb**ality₊˚⌇ ⋌🪨ᨒ**Sign**off₊˚⌇ ₊˚ʚ 🌏 ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ⋌📚ᨒ**Ro**le₊˚⌇ ⋌📚ᨒ**Alter** type₊˚⌇ ⋌📚ᨒ**Sou**rce₊˚⌇ ⋌📚ᨒ**Subs**ystem₊˚⌇₊˚ʚ 🌏 ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ⋌🪨ᨒ**Lik**es₊˚⌇ ⋌🪨ᨒ**Dis**likes₊˚⌇ ⋌🪨ᨒ**Hob**bies₊˚⌇ ⋌🪨ᨒ**Favorite** things₊˚⌇ ₊˚ʚ 🌏 ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ⋌🪡ᨒ__Interaction__₊˚⌇ fti/iwc/dni ⋌🪡ᨒ__Touch__₊˚⌇ y/a/n ⋌🪡ᨒ__PDA__₊˚⌇ y/a/n ⋌🪡ᨒ__Flirting__₊˚⌇ y/a/n ⋌🪡ᨒ__Compliments__₊˚⌇ y/a/n ⋌🪡ᨒ__Venting__₊˚⌇ y/a/n ⋌🪡ᨒ__Pet names__₊˚⌇ y/a/n ⋌🪡ᨒ__Nicknames__₊˚⌇ y/a/n ⋌🪡ᨒ__Dms__₊˚⌇ y/a/n ⋌🪡ᨒ__Pings__₊˚⌇ y/a/n

🌊﹏Name⋆⁺₊❅. *Nicknames*⋆⁺₊❅. 🌊﹏Pronouns⋆⁺₊❅. *Terms*⋆⁺₊❅. 🌊﹏Gender⋆⁺₊❅. *Orient*⋆⁺₊❅. 🌊﹏Verbality⋆⁺₊❅. *Signoff*⋆⁺₊❅. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 🌊﹏Role⋆⁺₊❅. *Alter type*⋆⁺₊❅. 🌊﹏Source⋆⁺₊❅. *Subsystem*⋆⁺₊❅. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 ❄️﹏Likes⋆⁺₊❅. *Dislikes*⋆⁺₊❅. ❄️﹏Hobbies⋆⁺₊❅. *Favorite things*⋆⁺₊❅. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 🌨️﹏Interaction⋆⁺₊❅. fti/iwc/dni *Touch*⋆⁺₊❅. y/a/n 🌨️﹏PDA⋆⁺₊❅. y/a/n *Flirting*⋆⁺₊❅. y/a/n 🌨️﹏Compliments⋆⁺₊❅. y/a/n *Venting*⋆⁺₊❅. y/a/n 🌨️﹏Pet names⋆⁺₊❅. y/a/n *Nicknames*⋆⁺₊❅. y/a/n 🌨️﹏Dms⋆⁺₊❅. y/a/n *Pings*⋆⁺₊❅. y/a/n

🔅➺*N*ame╌𖤓 ➺**N**icknames╌𖤓 🔅➺*P*ronouns╌𖤓 ➺**T**erms╌𖤓 🔅➺*G*ender╌𖤓 ➺**O**rient╌𖤓 🔅➺*V*erbality╌𖤓 ➺**S**ignoff╌𖤓   ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆`☁`⋆  ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ 🔅➺*R*ole╌𖤓 ➺**A**lter type╌𖤓 🔅➺*S*ource╌𖤓 ➺**S**ubsystem╌𖤓   ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆`☁`⋆  ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ 🌤️➺*L*ikes╌𖤓 ➺**D**islikes╌𖤓 🌤️➺*H*obbies╌𖤓 ➺**F**avorite things╌𖤓   ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆`☁`⋆  ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ 🔆➺__Interaction__╌𖤓 fti/iwc/dni 🔆➺__Touch__╌𖤓 y/a/n 🔆➺__PDA__╌𖤓 y/a/n 🔆➺__Flirting__╌𖤓 y/a/n 🔆➺__Compliments__╌𖤓 y/a/n 🔆➺__Venting__╌𖤓 y/a/n 🔆➺__Pet names__╌𖤓 y/a/n 🔆➺__Nicknames__╌𖤓 y/a/n 🔆➺__Dms__╌𖤓 y/a/n 🔆➺__Pings__╌𖤓 y/a/n

🌵﹏➳Na__me__⚘ 🌵﹏➳Nick__names__⚘ 🌵﹏➳Pron__ouns__⚘ 🌵﹏➳Ter__ms__⚘ 🌵﹏➳Gen__der__⚘ 🌵﹏➳Ori__ent__⚘ 🌵﹏➳Verb__ality__⚘ 🌵﹏➳Sign__off__⚘ ➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶ 🍀﹏➳Ro__le__⚘ 🍀﹏➳Alter __type__⚘ 🍀﹏➳Sou__rce__⚘ 🍀﹏➳Sub__system__⚘ ➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶ 🍀﹏➳Lik__es__⚘ 🍀﹏➳Disli__kes__⚘ 🍀﹏➳Hob__bies__⚘ 🍀﹏➳Favorite __things__⚘ ➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶ 🌲﹏➳Interaction⚘ fti/iwc/dni 🌲﹏➳Touch⚘ y/a/n 🌲﹏➳PDA⚘ y/a/n 🌲﹏➳Flirting⚘ y/a/n 🌲﹏➳Compliments⚘ y/a/n 🌲﹏➳Venting⚘ y/a/n 🌲﹏➳Pet names⚘ y/a/n 🌲﹏➳Nicknames⚘ y/a/n 🌲﹏➳Dms⚘ y/a/n 🌲﹏➳Pings⚘ y/a/n

🔥❫═Name:▹

🔥❫═Nicknames:▹ ❫═`Pronouns`:▹ 🔥❫═Terms:▹ 🔥❫═Gender:▹ ❫═`Orient`:▹ 🔥❫═Verbality:▹ 🔥❫═Signoff:▹ ° ∆ -------- ••• ------- ∆ ° 🧨❫═Role:▹ ❫═`Alter type`:▹ ❫═`Source`:▹ 🧨❫═Subsystem:▹ ° ∆ -------- ••• ------- ∆ ° 🔥❫═Likes:▹ ❫═`Dislikes`:▹ ❫═`Hobbies`:▹ 🔥❫═Favorite things:▹ ° ∆ -------- ••• ------- ∆ ° 🌋❫═Interaction:▹ fti/iwc/dni ❫═`Touch`:▹ y/a/n ❫═`PDA`:▹ y/a/n 🌋❫═Flirting:▹ y/a/n 🌋❫═Compliments:▹ y/a/n ❫═`Venting`:▹ y/a/n ❫═`Pet names`:▹ y/a/n 🌋❫═Nicknames:▹ y/a/n 🌋❫═Dms:▹ y/a/n ❫═`Pings`:▹ y/a/n

🍃«₪*Name* ◦○◦ «₪*Nicknames* ◦○◦ 🍃«₪*Pronouns* ◦○◦ «₪*Terms* ◦○◦ 🍃«₪*Gender* ◦○◦ «₪*Orient* ◦○◦ 🍃«₪*Verbality* ◦○◦ «₪*Signoff* ◦○◦ ◂ ❚ ⊱ꕥ⊰ ❚ ▸ 🍃«₪*Role* ◦○◦ «₪*Alter type* ◦○◦ 🍃«₪*Source* ◦○◦ «₪*Subsystem* ◦○◦ ◂ ❚ ⊱ꕥ⊰ ❚ ▸ 🌀«₪*Likes* ◦○◦ 🌀«₪*Dislikes* ◦○◦ 🌀«₪*Hobbies* ◦○◦ 🌀«₪*Favorite things* ◦○◦ ◂ ❚ ⊱ꕥ⊰ ❚ ▸ 🌪️«₪__Interaction__ ◦○◦ fti/iwc/dni 🌪️«₪__Touch__ ◦○◦ y/a/n 🌪️«₪__PDA__ ◦○◦ y/a/n 🌪️«₪__Flirting__ ◦○◦ y/a/n 🌪️«₪__Compliments__ ◦○◦ y/a/n 🌪️«₪__Venting__ ◦○◦ y/a/n 🌪️«₪__Pet names__ ◦○◦ y/a/n 🌪️«₪__Nicknames__ ◦○◦ y/a/n 🌪️«₪__Dms__ ◦○◦ y/a/n 🌪️«₪__Pings__ ◦○◦ y/a/n

[bluecapsicum]

Cold winter skies illustrations for my daily meteorological fiction project, Reports From Unknown Places About Indescribable Events (Twitter, Instagram, Mastodon, archives on my website).

Keep reading for the companion texts.

December 31st: We report: sometimes, we think we know what to expect when it comes to the sky. We go a few days, maybe a couple of weeks without much happening, a rainbow perhaps, a contrail... We think we know the sky. It happens then, that the clouds twist and knit into impossibilities.

January 4th: We report: we went to the planetarium with our expert, once. We spent an hour watching as we got further, and further away from Earth, then the solar system, our galaxy, and then our galaxy group, until there was nowhere to go anymore. We got brought home, to our beating heart.

January 11th: We report: good morning, we would like to draw attention to a lovely and unexpected event occurring at this moment. Would you please look up to the clouds and notice how, though the sky is largely grey, the gulls flying overhead are tinted orange by the sunrise light? Thank you.

January 12th: We report: in the hollow of a valley, sleepy lightning bugs. There is grey little light dragging itself through the air like it does not want to be here, and we are cold with our hands in our pockets and our nose in our scarf and our ears exposed and bright red (nobody sees).

January 22nd: We report: we have missed a train today, but we can only hope that the train dearly missed us in return. We waited at the station for the next one for a long time, watched people get off and on different trains until it got too cold for us to wait outside. Wispy cirrus.

January 27th: We report on a winter morning: there was a robin and a few hares, blending in with the snowy grass. The snowflakes were heavy enough that we could hear them fall around us. We could smell the cold air until our nose started running. Grey sludge on the side of salted roads.

January 28th: We report: it is after nightfall, but there are still many sparrows chattering in the trees. The air is dank out here, and as we walk, we can feel condensation forming on our face, the white puffs of our breath dissolving into the night. Our expert walks a few steps behind us.

January 31st: We report sometime around sunrise (what sun, rising from where, one might ask on this cloudy morning). The light, weak and mournful, does not weigh enough to reach down the deep blue dark of the ocean. The sea, torn by the wind, is busy frothing and making everything capsize.

February 20th: We report: the barometer and the thermometer are both down. It rained a lot last night, and today, the waters are murky, agitated even through the advection fog. We cannot see the horizon. We picked up a nice, pearlescent seashell that glimmered in the sand amidst all the grey.

February 24th: We report: hares in the fields, then a partridge later. The mud is frozen, the clouds are thick. Not much wind. Some colza and daffodils blooming on the roadside. A little bit more of February, its low skies and its half-steps, the transitions in the light and the time.

[russell-crowe]

i tried to make a more sentimental post but as someone with the weather (and by extension space weather) as my special interest i am so so so so happy seeing all the posts from people who got to experience this rare solar storm <3 it makes me so happy when people get to witness how beautiful (space) weather can be!!!

[bardinthezone]

I am... disappointed with the latest episode. It felt like the last episode had a very clear set up, it ended with Lubelle taking over the damn radio station, and then.... nothing? No real acknowledgement of how that got resolved? I was certain we were going to start with Lubelle, that they were going to do something really clever with the format, maybe start with an "explained" Cecil. But nope. Just business as usual. And Tamika becoming a bit of a wet blanket, the hefty shift away from a tactic that definitely worked in night vale's recent history. No Carlos other than "oUGhHHHHhHHhh my husband's a scientist, cmon guys don't ban science," and all this constant referencing to old plot points that I'm worried won't go anywhere!

This latest episode was unsatisfying because it seemed clear where the story would go and they veered completely into left field. And to be honest I'm less excited for later episodes now because they've shown they're willing to take the story in directions that don't really make for a great cohesive narrative? They set the stakes so high and then said "that doesn't matter" so now I don't feel invested with any of these new, lower stakes (because I'm sorry but "the character we've gotten no time with recently can't legally do science anymore" is no where near as compelling as "the voice of night vale has been kidnapped/explained and the whole show is in jeopardy").

Cluttered. This episode felt cluttered. It felt like they were trying to dangle a dozen different potential plot threads in front of us and as a result none of them really stuck the landing.

Except the extra hour in the ball pit

Fucking golden joke, A+

[unityrain24]

my loki sim :3

she is my best friend and wife annd i love her so much so here is her sim