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[writers-potion]

Let's Talk About Pacing Our Fight Scenes.

For Fast-Paced Parts:

Short words with single syllables. Immediately > at once/ endeavour > try/ indicate > point at/ investigate > check out.

Short sentences, the shorter the better.

Partial sentences to blaze through multiple senses and actions within a few lines.

Short paragraphs

Lots of verbs.

Few adjectives and adverbs.

Cut down on -ing form of verbs, as it can make words longer

Use simple past tense

Avoid conjunctions and link words.

Avoid internal thought - your characters are irrational, ruthless and in the flow of pure action.

For Slow-Paced Parts:

Use medium/long sentences

the paragraphs are longer: three lines minimum

Include longer words with more syllables

Use adjectives and maybe a couple of adverbs.

Insert the thoughts of the PoV character.

Words for Action Scenes

act, alter, attack, avert, back, block, bang, bash, battle, beat, beg, belt, bend, best, bite, blacken, bleed, blind, blister, blow, blunt, boil, bolt, boot, bore, bow, box, brace, brag, brash, brawl, break, breathe, brush, buck, bulgde, burn, burst, cackle, call, can, carry, cart, carve, catch, check, chop, chuck, clack, clank, clap, clash, claw, clear, cleave, click, cliff, cling, clip, close, club, cock, coil, cold, collar, come, con, connect, corner, cost, count, counter, cover, cower, crack, crackle, cram, crash, crawl, creep, crinkle, cross, crouch, rush, cry, cuff, cull, cup, curl, curse, curve, cusp, cut, dart, dash, deepen, dig, deep, dip, ditch, drive, drop, duck, dump, ede, effect, erect, escape, exert, expect, feint, fight, fire fist, fit, flag, flare, flash, flick, fling, flip, flock, force, gash, gasp, get, gore, grab, grasp, grip, grope, group, hack, harden, heat, help, hit, hop, hurl, hurry, impale, jab, jar, jerk, join, jolt, jump, keep, kick, kill, knee, knock, knot, knuckle, leak, leap, let, lever, lick, lift, lock, loop, lop, plunge, mask, nick, nip, open, oppose, pace, pack, pain, pair, pale, palm, pan, pant, parry, part, pass, paste, pat, peak, peck, pelt, pick, pierce, pile, ping, piss, pit, pivot, plot, pluck, plug, plunge, ply, point, pool, pop, pose, pot, pound, pour, powder, pray, preen, prepare, prey, prick, prickle, print, probe, pry, pull, pulp, pulse, pump, punch, pursue, push, quarry, quarter, quest, race, raise, rake, ram, rap, rasp, rear, retreat, rip, riposte, rivert, roar, rock, roll, rope, round, rouse, run, rush, sap, scale, scalp, scan, score,scream, seek, seep, shake, shape, sharpen, shock, shoot, shop, slap, slap, slash, slice, slick, slip, slit, smash, snap, snare, snatch, snipe, sock, space, spar, spark, speed, spike, spill, spin, spit, splash, spoil, spring, spur, spurt, spy, squirm, stand, steert, step, stick, strap, strike, stuff, suck, support, swat, sweat, sweep, swingm tack, tag, take, target, taste, team, tear, tent, test, thrash, throw, thrust, thud, tick, tide, tilt, time, tire, top, toss, tower, toy, trap, trick, trigger, trip, triumph, trouble, trump, try, tuck, tug, twril, twitch, weaken, wet, whip, whirl, whirr, whoop, whoosh, whop, work, zap, zip.

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[luna-azzurra]

Rage That Burns Like a Forest Fire

It starts small. A flicker. A spark. A clenched fist, a sharp inhale, a word bitten off before it can escape. But it spreads fast, turning everything inside him into kindling. His skin is too tight, his pulse too loud, and the world is suddenly the wrong shade of red.

He tastes metal in his mouth, maybe from biting his cheek too hard, maybe from the words he’s swallowing back before they can explode. His hands shake, not from fear, but from too much energy with nowhere to go. He wants to slam a door, throw a punch, break something just to hear it shatter.

Rage doesn’t whisper. It roars. And if he’s not careful, it will consume everything.

[imbecominggayer]

Character Quiz! :D

Here are some questions to ask your character in order to understand them just a little bit more!

What is the worst quality you could ever imagine in someone?

2. If you had to define you childhood with one item, what would it be?

3. What do you wish people knew about you?

4. What traits do you admire?

5. What's the worst decision you have ever made? Was there a reason?

6. What's your biggest fear and have you ever faced it? Do you know why you are so scared?

7. What makes you feel safe? Why?

8. What's your favorite memory and why? It could be a childhood memory or something that happened a couple days ago!

9. Do you think about the future and the past? Why?

10. Who's life do you envy the most and why?

11. What's something you learned that nobody else has learned? It could be a life lesson or maybe a secret?

12. How do you show appreciation? Why?

13. Who is the person you are closest to? Why?

14. What is your main piece of advice?

Tagging: @loverboyxbutch, @differentnighttale, @12-cluh, @fanwriting93, @drivingmebonkas, @largestmothinnorthamerica, @startheoverseer, @wyvchard, @madmadhuman, @lavenillarose, and anyone else who wants to do this :D

[spliceweird-2004]

[cat-writes-sometimes]

Do you ever fully intend to write smut and end up with a plot. Like where the fuck did that come from.

[alectohowl]

There's no colour I know better, than the colour of your eyes, I've looked through them enough, to see through your lies, all we had was a moment, it meant more than a lifetime, they judge us, didn't matter until, it mattered to you, so we sang sweet lies, We'll tell our soulmates, one day in the future, of our broken pasts, and we'll never leave out, our love full of lies, We could have happened, but we let us go, and its okay, love is letting go

[zoerislovely]

i get bored on a daily bases! So I would be very happy if you guys gave me ideas to draw! Or write poetry or even Fanfics! I just get really bored lol, so Yea :) thank you beautiful person for reading this

[eldritch-abomination-kill-me]

Writing tip: literally don't bother with a story at first. Just write notes on a single Word Doc. Just any scene you want, write out how you want it to go.

Example:

"A is meant to be trying to sneak into Place, and B catches them and threatens them at knife point. This slowly devolves into smut somehow. Figure that part out later when it comes to you."

That's it. That's what you write. And slowly, all your notes will turn into a story that you just have to go change a few words for and add transition sentences here and there. And then reread it and never post it until a friend reads it and forces you to post it.

[saigalblues]

it's actually such a shame that the desi tumblr users don't write fanfics because i know at least three people who would like to get railed by siddharth abhimanyu

[lychiiie]

Beard is not my everyday drawing so yeah it's kinda screw up...

But thanks to @winterrose527 and your robbcella fics, I can't help but draw Robb ASAP

[robotlearnstolove]

2025-04-20

Marsha

~610 words

Sitting on the front steps, Darius took a sip of his tea. Already, the tumbler felt like is was only half full. He checked the time on his phone. It was getting late. It wasn’t that unusual for Marsha to be this late but he still couldn’t help but worry a little.

If she’s not here in ten minutes, he thought, I’ll call her.

For the next ten minutes, he watched cars pass in front of his house and, every time he saw a white one, he perked up, thinking it might be her. He got his phone out again and brought up her number. He hesitated and thought about how annoyed she was going to be; she didn’t like receiving calls, especially when she was running late. He looked up and, to his relief, her car was just slowing down. She smiled and waved at him as he shoved his phone into his pocket and made his way to the passenger seat.

“Sorry,” said Marsha as he buckled his seat belt. “There was a huge line up at the wine store and then I got a call about my Amazon getting hacked and that caused me to take a wrong turn on the ninety-six and then I had to go through Elm Park to get here which is a whole other thing, you know. But how are you doing?”

Darius bit his lip — he had been waiting for her for over forty-five minutes, after all — but he knew better than to complain to her. “I’m good,” he said plainly.

They started driving away. “Sorry again for keeping you waiting,” said Marsha. “Do you want to stop for ice cream?”

“I, ah,” Darius stammered, taken aback. “I’m good. Thanks.”

“Okay,” said Marsha. Then after a short pause, she continued. Do you mind if we stop at Sweet Tops? They won’t be busy. I just really want a small cone. Please? It won’t take long.”

Darius shrugged. “I mean, you’re driving.”

“You don’t mind?”

“I guess not.” What choice did he have?

To Darius’s surprise, she had been right about it not being busy. He waited in the car while she went into the strip-mall ice cream shop. “You sure you don’t want anything?” she had asked as she left. He’d declined. Four minutes later, she was back in the car and they were driving back across the parking lot.

“You want me to hold anything for you?” asked Darius as he watched her steer one-handed whilst also biting off the tip of her soft-serve cone.

“Yeah. Actually. Um. Hold these napkins for me,” Marsha replied as she momentarily held the wheel straight with the wrist of her cone-laden hand and reached over to drop a tightly crumpled wad of napkins into Darius’s lap. He hadn’t even realized she’d been holding them the whole time in her “free” hand.

As they left the parking lot for the road and then merged onto the highway, he kept his attention on the napkins. One by one, he pulled them from the wad, smoothed and stacked them neatly on his lap. There had to be at least a dozen napkins in the wad; why had she taken so many? When Marsha asked him for a napkin, he would hand one over to her without looking. When when he finally took his eyes away from his stack and looked around, he was surprised to see how far they had gone.

Marsha had finished eating her ice cream and was leaning back with one hand on the bottom of the steering wheel, her used napkins stuffed into the cup holder between them.

[writers-potion]

Can you please share some words to use instead of "Look", I really struggle with that, it's always "She looked at him in shock" or "He looked at her with a smile". I know there's "Gazed" and "Glanced" but I wanted some advice to use "Look" less

Words To Use Instead of "Look"

Words Closest in Meaning (w diff connotations!):

stare

eye

study

behold

glimpse

peek

glance

notice

observe

inspect

regarding

view

review

look-see

get an eyeful

peer

give the eye

eyeball

size up

size up

check out

examine

contemplate

scan

recognize

sweep

once-over

judge

watch

glare

consider

spot

scrunitize

gaze

gander

ogle

yawp

Other (more fancy) words:

glimmer

sntach

zero in

take stock of

poke into

mope

glaze

grope

rummage

frisk

probe

rivet

distinguish

witness

explore

gloat

scowl

have a gander

comb

detect

surveillance

squint

keeping watch

rubberneck

pout

bore

slant

ignore

audit

pipe

search

note

speculation

simper

[ikesu]

[fromthemindofacancermoon]

SILENCE: The Forgotten Art

The Art of silence is powerful.

People who don't want the truth are dangerous. Cowards hide behind typed words, Because they know what they are voicing has MANY holes. People be ruining personal relationships over celebrities they don't know (stan culture is a sickness!). When negative friendships come to an end it feels like a weight lifted off your soul. People that try to push their beliefs on others are WEIRDOS. People love to point the finger at you, when they haven't washed their hands in YEARS. Delusion is at an all time high, it's spreading at a rapid pace. People love to mask JUDGEMENT behind Christianity. People use Christianity for hate and think they're spreading “the WORD”. Experiencing conflict and realizing you have grown is one of the best gifts / feelings, even if the other person is not there. Starting something and then playing VICTIM is a sick art. People focus on what others are doing to hide THEIR demons... SPOILER ALERT they are still there and even BIGGER than ever. If someone doesn't agree with you and you interpret that as arguing, that simply means you think and want everyone to agree with you and that's why you're stuck in a sunken place. Sometimes you have to let people sit in their delusion alone. Devils dressed as Christians. Even they are fooling themselves. Preaching, but not practicing.

Bye Kevin!