A little drawing of Mei <3
body language descriptions please?
(eg: she cocked her head)
thank you đđđ
Body Language Descriptions
-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.
She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, her fingers tugging nervously at the fabric as she struggled to find the right words.
They bit their lower lip.
He looked away, unable to meet her gaze, a clear indication of his guilt.
She absentmindedly rubbed her neck.
He chewed his nails, a nervous habit that he couldn't seem to quit.
They rubbed their hands together nervously.
He tightened his jaw.
She felt beads of sweat forming on her brow, betraying her calm facade as her heart raced.
Their fists clenched at their sides.
He tapped his fingers rhythmically against the table, a clear sign of impatience as he waited for her to finish.
He rolled his eyes, the gesture full of exasperation as he dismissed her words.
She let out a heavy sigh, the sound heavy with resignation as she faced the inevitable.
He threw his hands up in defeat.
He leaned forward in his chair, eager to hear more, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
She raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical as she questioned his intentions.
She tilted her head slightly.
He watched intently, his eyes wide with wonder as he took in every detail of her story.
He stood tall with his shoulders back, projecting confidence even in the face of uncertainty.
They sat on the edge of their seat.
She gestured wildly, her hands moving animatedly as she tried to express her excitement.
He stood with his hands on his hips, exuding an air of authority and control over the situation.
They held their chin up high, projecting self-assurance even in the face of adversity.
He crossed his arms over his chest, a defensive posture that spoke volumes about his discomfort.
He braced himself against the wall, a protective stance.
She folded her hands in her lap, a sign of restraint as she fought the urge to speak.
They shrank back slightly, their shoulders hunching as if trying to make themselves smaller in the face of criticism.
He held his breath momentarily, steeling himself for the inevitable conflict he sensed was coming.
She covered her face with her hands, overwhelmed by the situation as she tried to block out the world.
She furrowed her brow in concentration, her mind clearly racing as she tried to solve the problem at hand.
She nodded slowly, processing the information, her expression thoughtful and contemplative.
He stared blankly into space, lost in thought as he processed what had just been revealed.
He drummed his fingers on the table, the rhythmic sound a sign of his deep contemplation.
She tapped her foot lightly, her mind racing.
He paced back and forth, his restless energy manifesting in the constant movement as he considered his options.
She bent forward, her elbows resting on her knees, a sign of intimacy and engagement in the conversation.
She swayed slightly from side to side, a subconscious display of her nervous energy as she waited for the verdict.
He bounced on his toes, his excitement palpable.
She jumped up and down, a spontaneous display of her joy that couldnât be contained.
More medieval dyes for y'all!
besties who hate each other so bad (aka sisters)
academy
adventurer's guild
alchemist
apiary
apothecary
aquarium
armory
art gallery
bakery
bank
barber
barracks
bathhouse
blacksmith
boathouse
book store
bookbinder
botanical garden
brothel
butcher
carpenter
cartographer
casino
castle
cobbler
coffee shop
council chamber
court house
crypt for the noble family
dentist
distillery
docks
dovecot
dyer
embassy
farmer's market
fighting pit
fishmonger
fortune teller
gallows
gatehouse
general store
graveyard
greenhouses
guard post
guildhall
gymnasium
haberdashery
haunted house
hedge maze
herbalist
hospice
hospital
house for sale
inn
jail
jeweller
kindergarten
leatherworker
library
locksmith
mail courier
manor house
market
mayor's house
monastery
morgue
museum
music shop
observatory
orchard
orphanage
outhouse
paper maker
pawnshop
pet shop
potion shop
potter
printmaker
quest board
residence
restricted zone
sawmill
school
scribe
sewer entrance
sheriff's office
shrine
silversmith
spa
speakeasy
spice merchant
sports stadium
stables
street market
tailor
tannery
tavern
tax collector
tea house
temple
textile shop
theatre
thieves guild
thrift store
tinker's workshop
town crier post
town square
townhall
toy store
trinket shop
warehouse
watchtower
water mill
weaver
well
windmill
wishing well
wizard tower
When you come up with a title for a fic and later it only solidifies it
She wants Mother back so much it hurts. They shouldnât have put her in the crypts. She never wanted that. She wanted to be buried somewhere the sun could find. She never wanted to be with the dead boys down in the dark. They frightened her. âI dream of them sometimes,â sheâd told Nell once, while they visited their remains, the lantern shaking badly in her hands. âI sit down to feast and the boys are sitting with me, and they all have blood in their hair and your fatherâs eyes.â Nellâs eyes.
Donella I, Haunt/Hunt by @dwellordream
Throwback to my drawing back in November lol
I have some ideas of making chapter by chapter art, but I also have like many other ideas so if I were to do it it might take me till the year 2038
You've mentioned how one thing GRRM could have done in terms of world-building to add distinctiveness to each of the 7K would have been to come up with different cuisine for each region. Could you elaborate on that? After reading your amazing posts on military doctrines and burial customs I'm interested in your take on that. Thanks.
When it comes to designing regional cuisine, the things you have to think of are, what foods are available in that region? What vegetables grow in the soil, what game are in its wilderness, and whether or not the area is suited for pasture. Anybody whoâs a grower, a farmer, or just likes old school au naturel foods feel free to add anything, Iâm a rank amateur when it comes to this stuff.
The North: The North is cold, so sheep would be the primary animal crop instead of cattle, and oats and barley would take the place of wheat. Iâd imagine the commoner would typically eat boiled roots, herbs, wild onion, and other hardy winter vegetables in a pottage. Meat would be rare except when the herd needs slaughtering during long winters, and the bones would be left to flavor the soup as stock. Blood sausages and hearty roasts of mutton, venison (elk if you can get it), and cold weather birds like grouse. Meals would be filling, so they stay with you longer when rations are tight. The crannogmen would be eating swamp vegetables and frogs, primarily, with a lizard-lion if you could catch one.
The Vale: Youâve got rich black soil for tasty, hardy vegetables, and mountain valleys for cereal grains and pasture, so Iâd imagine a healthy mix. The Vale would probably produce fine sheep and goats. Space is a premium, so more âefficientâ animals are desired. The soil is rich and dark (probably peaty), so legumes, mushrooms, root vegetables, and some dark leafy greens that can handle a chill. All of that makes a fine hearty, brown stew. Iâd imagine the Vale, snooty learned and cultured that they are, would produce exceptional cheese, as well as whiskey.
The Riverlands: Given how large the Riverlands is, thereâd be a lot of variety between different regions. The colder climate of the Twins would be different from the warmer climate of the Blackwater Rush, after all. But given the plentiful water resources. Thereâs plenty of food and forage for a wide variety of meats, so youâd expect different places to have beef, pork, venison, and boar, with a nice variety of ducks, geese, and chickens for poultry. Fish would be salmon, trout, pike, carp and perch. In lands with little in the way of arable land, youâd have fish and wild game, while flatter, richer lands that can support large-scale irrigation works would have fine wheat. Anything that doesnât require the hot climate of Dorne can be grown in the Riverlands. Viva variety.
The Iron Islands: Since space is a premium, most of the bounty comes from the sea. Saltwater fish is the primary delicacy, caught fresh and poached with a light sprinkling of salt, or salt-cured, even fermented like rakfisk. Other sea creatures would find their way to Iron Islander tables, too, I canât imagine the Greyjoys worship krakens so much that they wouldnât pass up good octopus, and who doesnât like a good dish of clams and oysters? Hardy, shaggy sheep call some of the smaller islands their home, and theyâd form a place to, in warm stews and meatcakes.
The Westerlands: The soil of the Westerlands is probably has chalk and/or clay in it, but that wouldnât stop the early First Men from growing fruit trees and summer vegetables like cucumbers, squash, and eggplant that thrive in that good clay. Good grains like millet, rye, and wheat, cooked into porridges and baked into breads would be the common fare. Nobles would eat warm roasts and sauteed vegetables. Some of the more southern Westerlander houses probably have a fair hand at making crisp cider.
The Reach: The verdant fields of the Reach mean a wide variety of crops, and a wide variety of flavor. More than any other region, the Reach would turn cooking into an art form, with prized chefs being valued and well-compensated servants. Crisp fruits are simmered and stewed, vegetables are chopped and arranged, and seasonings are bountiful. A Reachmen might think other regions as frightfully bland (except Dorne and their love of spice), even their breads would baked with herbs to give it a unique regional taste. Wheat is the primary cereal crop, so lighter breads than the darker North. Once you go to the Reach, you might never want to leave.
The Stormlands: As we might expect, the Stormlands is rainy and heavily forested, so primary meats would be game: boar and red deer. The heavy rains means that farmers need to worry about drainage, but that also means that a wide variety of crops can grow in the Stormlands. Youâd probably have dishes made of meat, spinach, onions, and bread, served in a dark broth, which keeps you warm on those wet, windy days. Commoners probably make do without meat, eating hard bread and milk.
Dorne: Lucky for us, Dorne has been well-developed already in terms of foods, with olives, citrus fruits, and spicy peppers for a fine Mediterranean diet. Lighter fare is essential in the arid deserts of Dorne, and those on the Greenblood would probably prefer fish to meat. Foods fried with the native olive oil and spiced with peppers, tart red wines on the side, and blood oranges as a midday snack, Dorneâs palate jumps from one flavor to the next.
Thanks for the question, Anon.
SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King
Daenys and her baby Balerion
You can't convince me he wasn't spoiled.