Evanescent Fantasies

Free-spirit.Student.Multi-shipper.Writer.

[worldbuildingjune]

Day 19: War

Loose the dogs of War today since we’re talking about… War! In particular today is about how large-scale disputes are resolved. This could mean that your world may favor information wars, proxy wars, cold wars, internal conflicts, etc. with of course the most famous type of war being the trading of lives on a battlefield.

Despite what a certain protagonist of one of the Fallout series games says, War changes. Numbers of participants changes, technology changes, context changes, tactics change. The invention of crossbows and guns meant long-range warfare was no longer limited to specially trained individuals dedicated to the art of archery. Any soldier could be handed the device and trained up in a comparative blink of an eye, allowing them to fight at range. This meant a lot for future battles and for those who adopted this technology late, the consequences may have been devastating.

Culture also dictates the nature of war. Concepts of honor, humanitarianism, and tradition may change how someone treats their opponent on and off the battlefield. When prisoners are caught, how are they treated? When one side has clearly lost, is there an olive branch for peace extended along with conditions for this peace now that one side has their lives for leverage? Who even fights in these conflicts? Do nobility forge their leaders in battle or do they keep their hands clean of such affairs? Who are those in the front line and what is their motivation for being there?

This is a subject that is potentially troubling for some, but is a matter of deep interest for others. Some maybe even imagine a world without war. If that’s the case then you can definitely speak about the measures taken to prevent this. There have been some interesting takes on how peace can be achieved.

Well good luck with your war of the worlds and…

GET BUILDING!

[onlylivingirlinny]

To help move away from summary and toward ANALYSIS, it’s important to incorporate strong verbs into your writing when discussing the writer’s rhetorical choices. Below is a list of verbs that are considered weak (imply summary) and a list of verbs that are considered strong (imply analysis). Strive to use the stronger verbs in your essays to help push yourself away from summary and toward analysis: ex “The writer flatters…” NOT “The writer says…”

Weak Verbs (Summary):

says 

explains

relates 

states 

goes on to say 

shows 

tells 

this quote shows

Strong Verbs (Analysis):

Argues, admonishes, analyzes, compares, contrasts, defines, demonizes, denigrates, describes, dismisses, enumerate, expounds, emphasizes, establishes, flatters, implies, lionizes, lists, minimizes, narrates, praises, processes, qualifies, questions, ridicules, suggests, supports, trivializes, vilifies, warns       

Powerful and Meaningful Verbs to Use in an Analysis (Alternatives to Show): 

Acknowledge, Address, Analyze, Apply, Argue, Assert, Augment

Broaden

Calculate, Capitalize, Characterize, Claim, Clarify,Compare, Complicate, Confine, Connect, Consider, Construct, Contradict, Correct, Create, Convince, Critique

Declare, Deduce, Defend, Demonstrate, Deny, Describe, Determine, Differentiate, Disagree, Discard, Discover, Discuss, Dismiss, Distinguish, Duplicate

Elaborate, Emphasize, Employ, Enable, Engage, Enhance, Establish, Evaluate, Exacerbate, Examine, Exclude, Exhibit, Expand, Explain, Exploit, Express, Extend

Facilitate, Feature, Forecast, Formulate, Fracture

Generalize, Group, Guide

Hamper, Hypothesize

Identify, Illuminate, Illustrate, Impair, Implement, Implicate, Imply, Improve, Include, Incorporate, Indicate, Induce, Initiate, Inquire, Instigate, Integrate, Interpret, Intervene, Invert, Isolate

Justify

Locate, Loosen

Maintain, Manifest, Manipulate, Measure, Merge, Minimize, Modify, Monitor

Necessitate, Negate, Nullify

Obscure, Observe, Obtain, Offer, Omit, Optimize, Organize, Outline, Overstate

Persist, Point out, Possess, Predict, Present, Probe, Produce, Promote, Propose, Prove, Provide

Qualify, Quantify, Question

Realize, Recommend, Reconstruct, Redefine, Reduce, Refer, Reference, Refine, Reflect, Refute, Regard, Reject, Relate, Rely, Remove, Repair, Report, Represent, Resolve, Retrieve, Reveal, Revise

Separate, Shape, Signify, Simulate, Solve, Specify, Structure, Suggest, Summarize, Support, Suspend, Sustain

Tailor, Terminate, Testify, Theorize, Translate

Undermine, Understand, Unify, Utilize

Validate, Vary, View, Vindicate

Yield  

[amemiyu]

Amorra Week

A/N: I had a few different ideas for this prompt. This is also my last contribution for Amorra Week. I unfortunately wasn’t able to participate as much as I would’ve liked, but overall I still had fun.

Setting: Modern Day A/U. Korra hails from an upper middle class family. Ever since she was a young girl she has had frail health, and due to this fact, she had to stay within her home as her health gradually began to recover. Korra’s parents are fiercely overprotective of her, but even they could sense their only daughter’s loneliness. Once Korra turned 12 they hired a talented piano teacher named Noatak to not only teach her how to play the piano, but to also serve as a companion of sorts for her. 

Day 04 Crystal

The entire two-story house was mainly silent. The only sound which could be heard was Korra’s rhythmical piano playing emitting from the home’s formal living room. Korra’s hardworking parents were currently miles away at their respective workplaces. The house’s only two occupants were Korra and her piano teacher Noatak.

Korra ended the song she was playing with a dramatic flourish. “Well done, Korra!” Noatak began to shower her with praise. He was sitting right next to her on the piano’s stool observing her performance. “Thanks!” Korra said cheerfully. “I’m beginning to think that your piano playing skills rival that of a professional pianist.” Noatak continued.

“No way!” Korra denied profusely. “I’m still nowhere as good as you are, Noatak.” He was flattering her with his praise she thought. It was true that she had come a long way since their first piano lesson together, and not only that the dynamic between the two of them has drastically changed since then.

She was only twelve years old when she had first begun learning how to play the piano from Noatak. In the beginning, she absolutely dreaded the piano lessons and they became somewhat of a grueling chore to her, but as time went by she came to eventually love Noatak’s piano lessons and being in his presence. Korra felt like she could let her guard down and open up to him. He was attentive, patient, and caring towards her.

Gradually, little by little over the course of the five years which they spent together, she found herself falling in love with him. She didn’t give a damn that he was twenty years her senior. Age was just a number and deep in her heart, she just knew that he was the one she was meant to be with.

Once her health had completely recovered, she wanted to escape from her prison, which is what Korra referred to her own home as. She longed to explore the outside world together with him by her side.

Korra’s pleasant thoughts melted away once she heard Noatak’s voice. “It’s 7 p.m. I should be going now.” Noatak stood up from the grand piano’s stool. “Do you have to?” Korra said in protest looking up at him. A small smile formed upon Noatak’s lips. “Yes. I have to. I’ll be back tomorrow around 1 p.m. For our next lesson.” He assured her. Noatak then made his way to the front door and Korra soon followed right after him.

The two of them said their goodbyes and parted ways. Later that night, Korra decided that tomorrow no matter what she was going to confess her love to Noatak. She figured that now was the right time and she couldn’t contain her feelings anymore. She found herself more and more each day daydreaming about him. How should would love to run her fingers through his raven mane, to be held in his strong capable arms, and to feel his lips pressed up against hers…

If she didn’t confess soon her feelings would continue to eat away at her. Korra had to let her feelings be known. Despite the high possibility that Noatak may not have felt the same way about her as she did him.

The Next Day

Korra had just finished putting the final touches on her outfit when the doorbell rang. She was sporting a navy-blue halter dress and white flats. Korra hurriedly rushed down the stairs to the front door. She quickly ran her fingers through her shoulder-length bob to flatten some loose hair strands. Korra then took a huge deep breath before she opened the front door.

“Hello!” Korra greeted. “Hi.” Noatak greeted while taken aback as he saw what Korra was wearing. “What’s the special occasion?” He asked inquisitively as he entered the house while Korra closed the door behind him and locked it. “You’ll see”, Korra replied playfully.

Without a moment’s notice or hesitation Korra took Noatak’s left hand and towed him towards the onyx grand piano’s stool in the formal living room. She told him to take a seat which he complied as Korra swiftly took a seat next to him.  

“I’ve been secretly working on an original piano song piece and I wanted to play it for you today.” “Hmm, an original song?” Noatak was quite impressed. Korra nodded to his response before she started playing the song. Noatak closed his eyes as he listened intently to the cohesive soothing melodies of Korra’s piano playing. It seemed just as soon as the song started it was over. Noatak reopened his eyes to an eager Korra awaiting his answer.

“So did you like it?” Korra asked. Noatak turned so that he was directly facing her before giving his response. “I found it to be overall enjoyable. From what I could gather, based on the music composition and melodies, it almost sounded like a love song.” Korra could feel her cheeks redden. “You’re right, it is a love song…” Korra began as she turned her body towards her unsuspecting piano teacher so that she was directly facing him. “Because I created it with you in mind.” She continued.

Noatak’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Korra I-“His statement was cut short as Korra seized his lips with hers. The kiss was delicate and short. Korra broke off the kiss first. “I love you, Noatak.” She confessed as she blushed. Noatak was still trying to fully process what had transpired beforehand.

Damn it! This wasn’t supposed to happen. He told himself that this was only supposed to be an easy paycheck. He came from a working class family and he used the money he made as a piano teacher to help support his family. He in a million years could have never have predicted that the daughter of the family who paid him to essentially befriend her, and to teach her piano lessons that he would develop romantic feelings for her.

He told himself over and over again that he would never act on these feelings. He felt that the twenty-year age difference would keep him from ever crossing that line, that eventually these deep-seated feelings of his would fade away, and Korra would fall in love with someone who was more around her age.

But he genuinely enjoyed being around her, and having conversations with her. She was the missing puzzle piece that he was unknowingly searching for, and now that he found her there was no way in hell that he was going to let her go.

Korra looked at Noatak with a worried expression present on her face. He hadn’t said anything after she had boldly professed her love towards him. She immediately perked up once he began to speak. “Are you really ok with someone like me?” By the way he phrased the question Korra was able to conclude that her feelings were reciprocated, which was a relief. “Without a doubt.” Korra replied confidently.

That confidence was rewarded as Noatak cupped her face and leaned in for another kiss. “I love you, too.” Noatak sweetly uttered against her soft lips. The kiss immediately got more intense and passionate. Korra savored the sensation of his lips against hers, which she had been yearning for. She was disappointed when Noatak broke off the kiss.

“That reminds me. I have something for you.” Noatak reached into his trench coat’s pocket to retrieve a small light blue box. He then proceeded to open the box to unveil a gorgeous blue crescent moon crystal-shaped pendant. Korra gasped. “It’s beautiful.”

“Tomorrow will mark the 6th year anniversary since you started your piano lessons with me. I’ll be out of town tomorrow with my brother and won’t be able to come by so I thought I’d give it to you a day earlier.”

“Now I feel bad. I didn’t get you anything.” Korra said saddened. “It’s alright, just spending time with you is more than enough.” He reassured her.

“May I?” Korra turned her body so that her back was now facing him she also lifted up her dark brown hair before Noatak placed the pendant around her neck. After he was finished, she released her hair and turned back to face him.

Noatak with one smooth motion pulled Korra onto his lap as he cradled her in his arms. “You know we may be punished for this.” He quipped. “I don’t care. I can handle any type of punishment that my parents can dish out.” In about a year, Korra will be fully recovered and nothing will contain her then.    

[amemiyu]

Amorra Week

A/N: I wasn’t really sure what to do for this prompt to be honest lol. And after much thought this was the end result. Enjoy.

Setting: Basically, this is an alternate take on episode 4 “A Voice in the Night” towards the end after Korra challenged Amon to a one-on-one fight on Aang Memorial Island.

Day 02 Disappointment

Korra sat with her legs crossed on Aang Memorial Island waiting patiently for Amon to show up for their duel. Minutes soon turned into hours as time, whisked away. Korra’s joints began to get sorer and sorer with each passing hour. It was now 4 a.m. and Amon was still nowhere in sight. She had set the time of their duel explicitly for midnight.

A loud yawn escaped Korra’s lips as she stretched her arms upward. “I guess you’re a no-show, Amon. Heh, look who’s scared now.” Her voice not masking her disappointment. Korra then stood up to stretch her aching leg muscles. On the surface, it may have only looked like she was disappointed, but on the inside she was very relieved that he didn’t show up.

Deep down even though she refused to admit it aloud, she wasn’t ready to face him. Even the mere thought of his image terrified her. Not to mention the nightmares, which plagued her nearly every night of him wasn’t exactly helping either.  

Korra crossed her arms behind her head, turned on her heel, before continuing to walk nonchalantly to take her leave off of the island. When she strolled in front of the museum’s opening, from the corner of her left eye, she saw an all too familiar white mask gradually emerging from the shadows.

What occurred next was so abrupt Korra was unprepared to counter it. With swift precision and dexterity Amon chi blocked her vital pressure points. Effectively, making her body go limp and rendering her unconscious.

When she came to Korra felt something heavy, weighing down on both of her legs and arms. She saw instantly that her arms and legs were subdued by heavy metal chains. Moreover, she still felt faint as the effects of the chi blocking hadn’t worn off yet.

“You disappoint me, young avatar.” Korra immediately whipped her head towards the direction of Amon’s baritone voice. He was standing a few feet in front of her with his back turned to her. The sepia lights from the museum’s ceiling illuminating his imposing figure.

Korra remained silent, trying hard to swallow back her fear. With one smooth motion Amon turned to face her, before proceeding to walk closer towards the young defenseless avatar. “I didn’t think it would be this easy to capture you.” He remarked.

Amon could clearly see Korra’s terror of him reflected within her blue eyes. As he reached his hand out towards her as if he was about to strip her of her bending. Korra closed her eyes, and averted his gaze by turning her head to the right. Her eyes were startled opened when Amon’s hand cupped her chin suddenly as he directed her gaze back up towards him.

He leaned in closer towards her right ear, before whispering some parting words to her. After he was finished, he concluded his farewell by striking another one of Korra’s pressure points to knock her out cold leaving her to her own devices.      

[amemiyu]

Amorra Week

A/N: For story purposes Noatak is 20 and Korra is 15. Korra’s only family is Tonraq and Senna. She does not have any family ties to Densa, Eska, or Unalaq. This was originally going to be much longer, but due to time constraints, I had to cut it short. It’s highly possible that I may revisit some of the elements presented in this one-shot for a future story.

Setting: A/U. In which Korra is not the avatar, but is instead the daughter of a Southern Water Tribe ambassador (Tonraq). In order to conceal her identity and secretly follow her father to the Northern Water Tribe she masquerades as a water dancer in a female performance troupe. Annually during the Festival of Spirits in the Northern Water Tribe, this particular dance troupe displays a spectacular waterbending dance performance in front of the various ambassadors who have come to visit, in addition to the Northern Water Tribe royal family.

Day 01 Déjà vu

It was that time of year again in the Northern Water Tribe. The long established tradition of the Festival of Spirits was in full swing. Many ambassadors from all corners of the world gathered together for this important event. The festival was meant to honor and maintain the nations’ connection to spirits, and also strengthen the nations’ ties to one another; especially in the case of the Northern Water Tribe and the Southern Water Tribe.

The crown prince Noatak, his younger brother prince Tarrlok, their father, King Yakone, and all of the ambassador representatives were comfortably seated awaiting for the water dancers troupe performance to begin.

The performance always took place inside of the ice palace’s luxurious spacious throne room. Which was decorated with exquisitely crafted ice flowers that were wrapped around like vines the main columns that led up to the throne. A lone beautifully sculpted chandelier hung overhead on the ceiling which glistened under the throne room’s pale light. There was a medium oval-shaped opening on the floor roughly seven feet away from the foot of the stairs which led up to the throne. This opening only temporarily existed for the sole purpose of the water dancing troupe’s performance, so the water dancers could freely use the water that they needed for their waterbending performance with ease. After the performance for the festival was over the opening in the throne room’s floor would be resealed.

Noatak glanced over towards his younger brother who was bouncing up and down in his seat barely able to contain his excitement. It wasn’t too long before Tarrlok was reprimanded by their father for his actions. Noatak then proceeded to place his elbow upon his chair’s armrest before resting his head upon his propped up elbow out of sheer boredom. He had grown tired of the monotony of not only the water dancers’ performance, but of the entire Festival of Spirits altogether.

A few moments later the water dancers entered the throne room clad in their cobalt blue performance outfits. The female dancers outfit consisted of a long-sleeved off the shoulder top with white fur trimming around the neckline, a long skirt with a double slit in the front which accentuated the dancers’ long slender legs, dark blue thigh-high shorts could be visibly seen under the slits of the long skirt. A silver-colored double chain, beaded ankle bracelet was present on both of the dancers’ feet. A brown satin sash was tied into a perfect bow on the left side of each dancers’ waist. Lastly, each dancer wore a cobalt blue chiffon face veil, and white flower crowns. In terms of makeup, the dancers only wore indigo colored eyeshadow which helped to bring out the intensity of their blue eyes.

Promptly the dancers began to settle into their starting formation positions, and once they did the dance immediately began. The water dancers’ movements and waterbending form was elegant and synchronized as expected, their performance was enchanting. The entire audience in the room was enthralled. That was everyone except for Noatak at least, but that soon changed midway through the dance performance as the dancers’ choreography was completely different than it had been during their past festival performances.

The sudden change caught Noatak completely off-guard as he slowly found himself becoming drawn into the marvelous dance performance as a specific water dancer in the fourth row of the dancer line up caught his eye with her waterbending. A strange sense of déjà vu washed over him. “That girl…” Noatak mouthed inaudible.  He had this gut feeling he had seen that specific waterbending movement before, but he couldn’t quite place his finger on it.

He combed his mind for his illusive answer and within seconds the answer came rushing to him. Twelve years ago, during his brief short visit to the Southern Water Tribe with his father, he had witnessed a young girl who couldn’t have been older than three years old waterbending prowess. He remembered being quite impressed by that young girl’s masterful waterbending at such a tender young age. Needless to say, she had left a lasting impression on him.

Noatak found himself smiling at the fond memories which he had unexpectedly resurfaced. She had grown up into a beautiful young lady, her dark brown hair now far longer than when he first laid his eyes upon her, and now she was here in the ice palace performing in front of him.

Tarrlok looked towards his older brother catching a glimpse of one of his rare smiles. From Tarrlok’s point of view, he was glad that his brother was enjoying the dancing performance, which he used to relish in as a child. But upon following his brother’s line of sight, he instantly found out that his brother wasn’t enjoying the overall dance act as much after all, and was instead reveling in a certain female waterbender dancer’s performance.  

[jyner-sew-deactivated20190812]

this is a callout post  —-

keep writing

keep drawing

keep building up your OCs backstories

keep creating

continue putting yourself out there

fuck others opinions of what you’re doing

do YOU do what makes YOU happy

do it for yourself first and the results will follow

[amorra-week]

AMORRA WEEK

Given consideration for christmas, hannukah, yule or whatever you celebrate and new years’ with people preparing´and recovering for these holidays, a date has been chosen.

Days: 2nd to 8th of January, 2017

Late entries and out of order entries are fine. All mediums (art, fanfic, etc) are encouraged. Amorralok, Amorrasami or any Amorra threesome is also acceptable. Anything goes, even sketches and drabbles.

Prompts:

Dejá vu

Disappointment 

Carnal

Crystal

Cotton Candy

Breakfast

Kink

May you be inspired and may this Amorra Week be a success. 

[writeworld-blog]

Writer’s Block

A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.

Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

[amemiyu]

A/N: This is my first noeyuru fanfic so my writing may be a little awkward and hopefully it’s not too ooc-ish. Enjoy some noeyuru fluff! In this story, Noel is a high school student and is 17. Yeul is 16 and works as a florist. Title: Sunset Boulevard Rating: K+ Pairing: Noel/Yeul Summary: A/U. Noel has a crush on a young florist named Yeul who he first met during the beginning of the spring semester. The words she said to him that day on the beach saved him, and lately these days she’s all that’s on his mind. He’s been meaning to thank her but there’s a little problem.

I'd wash the sand off the shore  Give you the world if it was mine…

Noel vividly still remembers the day he first encountered Yeul on the beach in intimate detail. Her flowing dark blue hair, her beautiful piercing green eyes, and the very words she said to him that dispelled his sorrow.

He allowed himself to become lost in his thoughts of Yeul, but the sound of a familiar voice whisked him away from his blissful thoughts. “Hey, Noel”, Lightning said as she turned to look at him. “What is it, Light?” Noel said slightly grumpy rising from the spot of grass that he was laying down on. “You were thinking about “her” again weren’t you?” Lightning said as a small smirk formed upon her lips. “N-no I wasn’t!” Noel said trying to hide his embarrassment.

Lightning let out a sigh. “Noel we’ve been friends and have known each other since middle school. Besides, you’re easy to read like an open book. Just a few moments ago you were smiling, and these days it’s fairly easy to guess who you were thinking about that could make you smile like that.”

“Heh. Looks like I’ve been caught red-handed. I could never hide anything from you, Light.” Noel conceded. The gentle wind of the spring season caressed the leaves of the cherry blossom tree which Noel and Lightning were both sitting under during their school lunch break. “I’m guessing you’re still like this because you haven’t thanked her yet. Am I right?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He said hopelessly. “I’d figured.” Lightning retorted. “And the sad news is I haven’t been able to make much progress. I’d visit the Paddra flower shop where she works and lives only admiring her from afar, but never actually going inside because of a certain reason.”

“What reason?” Lightning asked. “Well, you see…” Noel paused before he continued, “There’s this guy with long purple hair who’s always there. His eyes follow me exactly how a predator watches its prey. When he looks at me I feel ill intent coming from him and it sends chills down my spine.”

“I see. So that’s why you’ve been at such a standstill with things. Do you want me to go with you?” Lightning teased.

“Thanks, but no thanks.” I appreciate the offer though. Lightning stood up, brushing grass off of her school uniform’s black pleated skirt. It wasn’t too long after that she heard an irritating voice calling out her name from the distance. Her body immediately went rigid. “Oh, no”, Lightning said disgruntled. “It’s Snow.”

“Yeah, and?” Noel asked waiting for her response. “He’s been trying to convince me to sign up for that stupid maid café that his classroom is doing for the upcoming spring festival because they need more female students to dress up as maids to work the café. “Oh, that’s right the festival.” Noel mumbled underneath his breath. He’d been too preoccupied with other things that he completely forgot about it.

Lightning quickly gathered her things before saying goodbye to Noel. “I’ll see you later, Noel”, she said as she quickly hightailed it out of there. Snow then arrived in the area where Noel currently was sitting. “Yo! Noel have you seen Light? There’s something I need to talk to her about.” “I’m afraid you just missed her.” Noel replied.

“Shoot! I guess I’ll just have to check another place where she might be. Thanks for the help Noel.” Snow said before he took off continuing his search for Lightning.

Noel stood up and dusted himself off before looking up at the clear blue sky. “I think it’s about time I moved forward.” He thought. He was determined to convey his thanks to Yeul.

That same day after school, he made the journey to the Paddra Flower Shop, which was located along the Sunset Boulevard Boardwalk. When Noel made it there he was greeted by the same familiar scenery, which he had come to know all too well over the past weeks when he either visited or walked by Yeul’s family flower shop. A vast array of different flowers were arranged on a table stand just right outside of the shop. The flower shop was located in a two-story building the first floor of the building housed the flower shop while the second floor of the building housed the living quarters for the residents who occupied the shop.

Noel expected to see Yeul working her regular shift around this time of the evening, but he was in for a complete surprise, he didn’t see Yeul or the purpled-haired brooding male. In fact, the shop appeared to be closed, and upon further inspection the shop was in fact closed. This completely threw Noel for a loop what was going on?

What rotten luck. The day that Noel was finally going to convey his thanks to Yeul was shattered as she was nowhere in sight. He was greatly disappointed. He made his way over to the boardwalk railing, looking out over the beach. He was just aimlessly gazing towards the ocean when he spotted Yeul in a strapless white summer dress strolling on the beach near the ocean water with a lone daisy in her hand.

Noel could feel his heart flutter as soon as he caught sight of her. “Yeul”, he said his voice filled with delight. Before he even knew what his body was doing, he rushed down to the beach where Yeul was. Once he came up to her he was almost out of breath.

From the corner of her eye Yeul caught sight of him, stopped walking, turning around to completely face him. “Oh, it’s you Noel, correct?” “Yeah, that’s me”, Noel said sheepishly. “I’m glad that you remembered me.” “Of course, I’ve spotted you nearly every day looking into the flower shop, but you never once came in.” “So, you noticed.” Noel could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. He was so embarrassed.

“Yes, it looked like you had something on your mind that you wanted to say but as soon as you caught sight of my adopted brother Caius you turned away.” “Caius. So that’s his name.” Noel thought to himself. A slight smile formed upon Yeul’s lips. “You don’t have to worry about him he had to run some important errands and won’t be back until later tonight. You see, he can be a little overprotective.” A little overprotective? Noel thought that was an understatement. Either way he was glad Caius wasn’t here right now just his presence alone was menacing.

“I wanted to properly convey my thanks to you. I was going through a tough time in my life and your words lifted me up from my despair.” Yeul blushed at his words twirling the daisy she had in her hand. “You’re welcome. It was nothing really. I just said what I honestly felt at the time.”

Yeul was taken by surprise when Noel abruptly grabbed her free hand and ran down towards the cool ocean water. He playfully started splashing her with the ocean water and Yeul soon joined in the fun. It had been a long time since she had this much fun and freedom since Caius mostly liked to keep her within the confines of their family’s flower shop. She was enjoying the time she spent here at the beach with Noel. He helped to bring out this other side of her and she liked that immensely she didn’t want their time together to end.

They soon found a nearby bench to take a seat on. When Noel saw Yeul shudder from the cool spring breeze he immediately took off his navy blue school blazer to drape it around her shoulders. Yeul looked at him and quietly thanked him as they watched the sunset together. “You know, I had fun today.” “I did too.” Yeul added. Noel looked over at Yeul and placed one of his hands on top of hers. His action startled Yeul slightly, but she didn’t mind it at all. She could feel the warmth emitting from his hand, and Yeul found it strangely comforting. They stayed liked that for a couple of minutes before Yeul deemed that she should go before Caius returned, but not before she did something to show Noel her gratitude for his companionship.

“Noel”, she said shyly. “Hmm?” Noel said while turning to face her. Yeul leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks for spending the afternoon with me.” She said smiling. Noel’s heart pounded even faster. He placed his hand over his cheek where Yeul had just kissed him. She stood up returning Noel’s blazer to him. “I guess I’ll see you around then, Noel.” She said before heading back to the flower shop. “Likewise”, Noel said softly still in disbelief about what just transpired. As he quietly watched Yeul’s retreating form.

[lazyresources]

Ballet Dancing. Information that you can give me on ballet dancing? A character being a Ballet dancer

Look here

Some more links specifically on ballet:

On tumblr: 

Personal opinion about pointe shoes - flutterbye-5

Pirouette tips from Gillian Murphy & Ethan Stiefel - iwontdance

How to Portray a Ballerina - rpstagram

The Basics of Playing a Ballet Dancer - shutupcaboose

Writing a Ballet Dance Scene - whataboutwriting

Description: Describing a Ballerina - writing-questions-answered

Outside tumblr (general):

Ballet - coreofculture.org

The History of Ballet (pdf file) - thecharlestonballet.com

Ballet 101 - washingtonballet.org

Ballet for Beginners - dance.about.com

Ballet FAQs - atlantaballet.com

Ballet Dictionary - abt.org

100 (more or Less) Ballet Terms Defined - dancer.com

A One Stop Classical Ballet Resource - classicalmusic.about.com

Dance Nutrition - ballettechohio.org

Nutrition - daniellekmuir.wordpress.com

What Do Ballet Dancers Eat - theclassicalgirl.com

The Health Risks of Having a Ballet Dancer’s Body - dance.answers.com

Ballet and Dance - healthychildren.org

Bone Health and Female Dancers - iadms.org

Your Best Body: Blister 911 - pointemagazine.com

Pointe Shoe Guide - pointemagazine.com

Great Stretch Tips from Dance Spirit Mag and Hilary Cartwright - balletpages.blogspot.com

Outside tumblr (experiences):

Profile of a Ballerina - californiaconversations.com

How Hard is the Life of a Professional Ballet Dancer? - channel4.com

A Day in the Life of a Prima Ballerina, Elza Leimane - citypaper-archive.com

A Day in the Life of a Ballet Dancer - diabloballet.wordpress.com

The Life of a Royal Ballet Dancer - telegraph.co.uk

Dancing With the Truth - wga.org

Outside tumblr (videos):

Ballet Dancing Lessons - howcast.com

Ballet Evolved - youtube.com

More ballet videos - youtube.com

Hope that helps! Sorry for the wait!

[ancwritingresources]

Resource: Dancing Page to Page

So you want to write a dancer, but you’re not sure where to start or you’ve never danced yourself. Here, you’ll find some great tips on how to describe movement and information about a Dancer’s everyday thoughts and lifestyle. But you’ll also find the trivia. What I think we forget most about our characters is that people nerd out about what they love, so if you’re going to portray your passionate dancer adequately, you’re not only going to need to know how to write dance, but what school they attended, what school they wanted to attend, and who their favorite dancer is (and how many books they have about that dancer). Here are some tips I hope will help:

Writing Tips:

How Does One Write About a Dancer Performing?

Writing About Ballet Dancers

How to Roleplay a Dancer

Ballet: Starting to Write About It

Prompt with Examples: Write About a Ballerina

Dancing With the Truth: What Hollywood Got Wrong/Right

Dance Schools:

3 Reasons to Attend Dance School in L.A.

A Day in the Life of a Dance Major at Walnut Hill’s School For the Arts

A Day in the Life of a Butler Dance Student

A Day in the Life of a Dance Science Major

4 Things Every Parent Should Know Before Choosing a Dance Studio

Top 5 Dance Schools in the U.S.

Dance Schools and Colleges Per U.S. State

Dance Schools in the United States (Organized by Public or Private)

The Julliard Dance Programs

Top 10 International Dance Schools

The Best International Dance Schools

Ballerinas:

What an Elite Ballerina Sees When She Looks in the Mirror

How to Portray A Ballerina

What You Should Know About Ballet Dancing (By Tumblr Users)

Describing a Ballerina

A Brief History of Ballet

Important Ballet Terms To Know

A Very Short History of Ballet

Ballet Basics Handbook

Famous Female Ballerinas

51 Things Only Ballet Dancers Understand

12 of the Greatest Ballerinas of All Time

Other Dancers:

All About a Dancer Career

15 Things that Real Dancers Know

21 Things Dancers Want Their Non-Dance Friends To Know

22 Things Good Dancers Do Differently

15 Truths About Being a Professional Dancer

Dancers and Choreographers: Jobs and Salaries

Facts About Dance: Did You Know?

10 Greatest Dancers of the Twentieth Century

Research is really going to help with this one, so read up and familiarize yourself with the terms; the more you know, the more authentic the writing will sound. 

[lazyresources]

i really want to write a story revolving around dancing and the main character is, obviously, going to be a dancer and i was wondering if you had any guides or links that would be helpful to start researching because im hopeless at researching and i've never danced before. thank you in advance!

…what kind of dancing? There are a lot of dances, so I can’t help you thoroughly. I’m so sorry. What I can do is give you links on general topics about dancing. Anything further than that, you will have to research on your own.

I do, however, suggest watching videos or movies. Youtube, for one, has a lot of how-to videos, and many do focus on different types of dancing. In addition, by watching people dance, you’ll have a visual account on the movements, timing, and music. Study how they move (even the subtle finger movements count). Look at their expressions. When do they breathe? What clothes do they use and is there any significance behind their choices? How is their hair styled? Don’t forget to research on the general lifestyle of a dancer. It doesn’t matter if dancing is a profession or a hobby—unconscious and conscious habits will be affected. Past the dancer themselves, do research on the history behind the dance. A lot of your research may not show up in your story, but it’s good to have background information on the dance you’re writing about.

Here are some links (Please note that while I heavily relied on wikipedia, do not use that site as your main source of information. Instead, use it as your starting point): 

On tumblr

How to Write About Dance - backonpointe

Personal opinion about pointe shoes - flutterbye-5

Pirouette tips from Gillian Murphy & Ethan Stiefel - iwontdance

Writing Exotic Dancers - referenceforwriters

How to Portray a Ballerina - rpstagram

The Basics of Playing a Ballet Dancer - shutupcaboose

Civil War Ballroom Etiquette - thecivilwarparlor

Writing a Ballet Dance Scene - whataboutwriting

Description: Describing a Ballerina - writing-questions-answered

Outside tumblr

Getting Started in Dance - dance.about.com

Dance - wikipedia.org

History of Dance - wikipedia.org

Types of Dance - dance.about.com

Types of Dances - buzzle.com

World of Cultural Dance - fitforafeast.com

List of Dances - wikipedia.org

List of Ethnic, Regional, and Folk Dances by Origin - wikipedia.org

List of Dance Style Categories - wikipedia.org

Historical Dance - wikipedia.org

Novelty and Fad Dances - wikipedia.org

Dance Music - wikipedia.org

Glossary of Dance Moves - wikipedia.org

Glossary of Dance Terms (in-depth links at the left) - rounddancing.net

Dance and Health - dance.about.com

15 Truths About Being a Professional Dancer - theportlandballet.org

How Hard is the Life of a Professional Ballet Dancer? - channel4.com

A Day in the Life of a Ballet Dancer - diabloballet.wordpress.com

Life as a Professional Dancer - aberryblog.wordpress.com

Life as a Freelance Dancer - lifeofafreelancedancer.blogspot.com

Outside tumblr (videos)

Traditional Dances of the World - youtube

Belly Dancing 101 - youtube

Hip Hop and Modern Dance - youtube

How to Dance - youtube

How to Dance - youtube

How to Dance to Reggae - youtube

How to Latin Dance - youtube

I hope that helps~ 

[stellaverba]

Since I’m researching about how to write dance scenes, I felt like sharing this terminology.

[clevergirlhelps]

Reference

Dive reflex

Mermaid anatomy

Mythology

Facts and Legends

Types, types 2, types 3

Symbolism and History

Mermaids

Mockumentary, mockumentary whole

Species. Most agree merpeople are some strange mix of mammal and fish. You should probably determine to what extent merpeople are one or the other.

Fish. Fish have gills to help them take oxygen from the water. Some fish (like beta fish and arapaima) also need oxygen from the air; these fish usually live in freshwater. A fish’s tail moves in a side-to-side manner. Fish have extra fins to help them maneuver. Fish are cold-blooded and covered in scales, which protect them and can provide camouflage.

Mammal. Dolphin-like mammals (cetaceans) are totally dependent on air for oxygen. Their tails move in a up-and-down manner and have a different fin orientation. Cetaceans communicate and navigate via echolocation. They are warm-blooded. Cetaceans have hairless skin that easily scars. I used cetaceans for this post, because that is what many merpeople are based off, but you can also use mammals like otters, pinnipeds (see selkies), manatees, and dugongs. 

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[fuckyeahcharacterdevelopment]

Do you have any resources or books with merpeople?

I certainly do, although not much. From the looks of things, you might need to get your most detailed information out of books. Here’s what I have:

Guides/Articles

Character Development: The Mermaid

On Mermaids, Voice and the Writing Life

Of Mermaids and Seaweed: Writing ‘Rusalki’

Mer-People and their Underwater Society

Mermaids and Mermen in Folklore and Mythology

A Gorgeous Dissection of Mermaid Anatomy

Merpeople of Loi, Uinn @ DeviantArt

Traits of Mermaid Women

Otherkin/Merpeople

World Wide Council of Mers (forum for ‘water people’)

MerNetwork (a forum/social-network for merpeople)

otherkin_news: A Convention of Mermaids and Mermen

Books

Merpeople Shelf at Goodreads

Mermaids 101

Spirits, Fairies and Merpeople: Native Stories of Other Worlds

Angel Wings, Faery Dust and Other Magical Things: A Story About Merpeople…

Videos

Writing About Mermaids

Animal Planet: Mermaids (fake documentary) 

Other

Creative Writing Prompts About Mermaids

Fuck Yeah Mermaids

The fake Animal Planet documentary is flooded with criticism, but I think it’s inspirational/entertaining if nothing else. Also note it includes the notion of a corpse being secured and dissected, for those where such a trigger warning would apply.

As for the MerNetwork and such… the reason I’ve linked these sites is because members of the MerNetwork are likely to know way more on this topic than anybody else. There’s always a chance you could find interesting or inspirational discussions on these sites. That said, be respectful and kind and remember you’re not entitled to anything from anyone. Generally, we have lovely followers and I know the majority of people don’t set out to hurt others, but  if you find you’re really unable to suppress the urge to share a negative opinion, do it somewhere out of the way and please don’t send in asks about it either. Although it’s of my understanding that merpeople are not otherkin, there are some correlations in regards to lifestyle and beliefs, which is why I have included ‘Otherkin’ in the title (plus, some may identify as otherkin, whereas some may not).

Otherwise, that’s all I can think of in terms of researching merpeople. I hope this helps (and if I’ve caused offence in any way, please let me know…)

- enlee

[villancikos]

[commander-ledi]

villancikos:

The Anatomy of a mermaid

yes, thanks.

i hate when people draws mermaid’s tail like it was some sort of goddamn suit on normal human legs like this:

it just doesnt work

[mewmii-deactivated20160821]

yeah we wouldnt want to make our mermaids too unrealistic

[ultralaser]

this asks more questions than it answers. they don’t really have vestigial legs, like those aren’t even motile fins, so why do they still have fully formed hips, why hasn’t the pelvic bone changed significantly? and where did the tail come from?

[proto whale]

[orca skelly]

whales as we know them evolved from land animals that went back out to sea, and it’s all spine all the way down to the tail fin. the pelvis is vestigial to the point of being tiny and unrecognizable, and the rear leg structure is //gone//. and by the time they evolved all that, their forelegs had turned into proper fins and they didn’t have hourglass figures, because they built up walls of insulating fat and blubber where it was needed most - around the vital organs.

[walrus skelly]

which brings us to the walrus. as you can see the skeletal structure and the external appearance are fairly ursiform - the rear legs are basically still in there forming the tail, and the pelvis is intact, and above that it may as well still be a land animal. if mermaids did exist, as hominids who went back out to sea, and if they hadn’t evolved into basically dolphins, then a walrus skeletal system, complete with vestigial thigh bones inside a kind of muscle skirt, and with significant fat and blubber deposits //on the main body// would be most likely. which is to say, mermaids with human torsos and seagoing lower bodies would waddle around on their tails, have clearly defined thigh structures, and would be a hell of a lot rounder above and about the waist than they’re usually depicted.

which begs the question, then, if you see a mermaid and it’s a skinny little thing with a slinky waist and an eel-like tail and a perfect bosom and a coy smile, //why does it look like that//? because whatever that is? it is not a land animal that readapted to the sea. it is not your distant kin. it is a sea creature that adapted //to get your attention//.

maybe it’s all an illusion, a frilly mane, an hourglass shape, and narrow antennae that mimic the shape of human arms, waving lonely sailors into the water, only to realize too late the bioluminescent patterns of lipstick and pert breasts are to distract from what lies behind them - viselike jaws and row after row of stiletto teeth.

or maybe it’s all soft tissue, the gelatinous bell of a jellyfish folded into a pleasing shape, luring the unwary down to be caught up in a tail that is nothing more than thousands of barbed lines of stinging neurotoxin cells.

or it could be that the tail goes deep into a shadowy well, and the beautiful woman is a mask for a single enormous jaw, the internal skeleton just the endless spine and ribs of a vast and hungry sea snake.

or, perhaps most terrifyingly, the face is real but not the face of the eyes looking out of it - a human mask for an intelligence both cold and calculating, wearing an inviting smile to bring you within reach of the dagger behind it’s back. waiting to slice the skin off of you because it needs a new disguise, because it is shaped like you but does not look like you, because it must pass as you so it can go among you, so that by starlight it may go on land and into town, where your kin are sleeping, unsuspecting.

[scuttleboat]

Jesus Christ back up a minute buddy

[randomdeinonychus]

I am 100% on board with eldritch horror mermaids.

[brigidkeely]

Can I set up something to just reblog this every time I see it? Like automatically? Because this is perfect and I love this.

[dear-indies]

Do you have any advice or maybe a guide on playing mermaids? I'm making an OC and... they live in the ocean, so I'm not sure how I would have my character interact with other people. Thank you so so much!

A masterlist of categorized links on mermaids including folklore, mythology, legends, anatomy, prompts, and fiction! 

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