I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!
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Places Creepy places make atmospheric fiction settings.
Is there a place that makes you feel cold? Are you terrified of walking a certain path, especially in the dark?
Recall a scary dream. Where did that dream take place?
Wierd Shudders Are you frightened of something that others people consider harmless?
The sight of long fingernails, the sound of nails scraping on a blackboard. Moths and butterflies flying in your face?
If you have a shudder that makes you feel low-key creeped out in daily life write about it.
Phobias Many people of phobias about particular objects and situations. If you have a phobias, try writing about it.
Childhood Fears Whether the danger was true or imagined, the fear you experienced in your childhood was probably intense.
What if there really was a monster under your bed?
Gian black steam engines, the blue glow of an automatic door lock, the gaping hole of an empty closet?
Dreams Do you have a recurring nightmare? Something that makes you wake up with sweat?
Human Attitudes What are some things that people do that you find scary or creepy?
Unbending bureaucracy? Bullying? People consuming others' pain for entertainment? Hating others in the name of religion?
Use fiction to address these issues.
Ordinary Things Look around the ordinary things around you and ask - what if they aren't as harmless as they seem?
Metal pins on my bulletin board? Windows? The TV? A potted tomato slowly withering?
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if a patient has a seizure that lasts longer than 5 minutes, or if they suffer several seizures, they risk sustaining brain damage — because their brain can’t get oxygen during the seizure.
if a patient’s coughing up blood when they’re lying on their back, make sure to tune their face to the side so that they don’t choke on their own blood (the same applies to vomit too)
chest compression can and often leave patients with broken ribs. because you have to push down hard enough in order to help pump blood from the patient’s heart to their brain (the point is so that the brain gets blood, in order to prevent brain damage), and more often than not, you’ll end up breaking your patient’s ribs — that is normal and okay, because it’s better for your patient to have broken ribs than it is for them to lose their life.
after a course of electroconvulsive therapy, you’ll normally have to give your patient a dose of muscle relaxant, otherwise the aftermath of the shock may cause musculoskeletal complications.
you don't use a defibrillator to shock a patient if they already flat line, because their heart no longer has any electricity. quote "asystole isn't a shockable rhyme, and defibrillator may actually make it harder to restart the heart." (Cleveland Clinic)
the famous, classic "a character was knocked out and they stayed unconscious for hours before they woke up on their own with no lingering damage" trope is actually almost impossible if you want your work to be medically accurate (but if you don’t care about accuracy and are just here for the whump, that is totally fine!). if someone was knocked out and they stayed unconscious for more than several minutes, chances are that they suffer permanent brain damage, so they won't "wake up on their own in the next hour or two and be completely fine without intense medical attention".
If you write a strong character, let them fail.
If you write a selfless hero, let them get mad at people.
If you write a cold-heated villain, let them cry.
If you write a brokenhearted victim, let them smile again.
If you write a bold leader, let them seek guidance.
If you write a confident genius, let them be wrong, or get stumped once in a while.
If you write a fighter or a warrior, let them lose a battle, but let them win the war.
If you write a character who loses everything, let them find something.
If you write a reluctant hero, give them a reason to join the fight.
If you write a gentle-hearted character who never stops smiling, let that smile fade and tears fall in shadows.
If you write a no one, make them a someone.
If you write a sibling, let them fight and bicker, but know that at the end of the day they’ll always have each other’s back.
If you write a character, make them more than just a character; give them depth, give them flaws and secrets, and give them life.
One keeps asking, “Are you sure?” and “What about…?” because they just can’t believe the other person.
Every little thing the other person says or does is met with suspicion, like, “Why are you really doing this?”
They start to open up, then stop, because they’re not sure if they can trust the other person yet.
One keeps asking for reassurance, like, “You wouldn’t lie to me, right?” but it’s clear they’re not convinced.
A tiny mistake or secret gets blown way out of proportion because the trust was already shaky.
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The hallucinations were the same as being tortured for real, all of the emotions, all of the trauma, and none of the empathy that would come with such a real life ordeal.
There was something in that shout, a pain behind it. John watched. He watched Jane’s eyes. Then he knew. The anger was nothing but a shield for pain, like a cornered soldier randomly throwing out grenades, scared for his life, lonely, desperate. He breathed in real slowly. What if nothing blew up? What if there were no consequences? Wouldn't John have to calm down? Wouldn't the shield clatter to the ground and let the pain tumble out?
John sees Jane. He does. He sees pain in her eyes. It has sat there for her lifetime, trapped in the confusion we all carry. He sees love too, the love she would have given were it not for the scars. It's still there, and one day he will set her free. John is not perfect, yet he loves her, and he knows what love means. He asks for a chance to find his feet, to stop his own head from spinning, and he will prove it. There is so much of her life that is a hell for her soul, and she stays there from strength rather than weakness, he knows. So he wants to join her in that pain, walk with her, feel the same torture he knows she bears. And one day, he will find just the right way to bring her home, his love.
Jane's emotional pain seeps out in her words, and it hurts John to hear them, hurts to read them. He senses what is inside that troubles her, yet also there is so much goodness there too—bravery, tenacity. She holds on like a fighter, every morning rising at the ringing of "the bell." All he can offer her is a brighter horizon, a hope that one day she will be free of all this. One day there will be choice, freedom, and security of food, shelter on a healthy Earth.
Emotional pain leaves invisible scars, yet they can be traced by the most gentle of touch.
Nobody wants to hurt, yet if John's pains can be used to help others, he feels blessed. Anyhow, perhaps his scars are his road-map; maybe he would be lost without them.
He turned towards him, a pained expression plastered across his face, teeth clenched as he tried to steady his breathing.
Gripping the ground as hard as he could to take some of the pain away.
It was as if a thousand needles of doubt and self-loathing were piercing her heart with each passing moment, leaving behind a tapestry of scars that only she could see.
It was as though a veil of sadness had been draped over her eyes, distorting her perception of the world and casting everything in shades of gray.
The weight of sorrow was a constant companion, pressing down on his shoulders until he felt he might collapse under its burden.
Her mind was a battlefield, each thought a landmine ready to explode with memories she wished she could forget.
The storm inside his head raged on, a relentless barrage of thoughts and fears that left him feeling exhausted and defeated.
It was as if a dark cloud had settled over his soul.
Her chest felt hollow, a yawning emptiness where joy and peace once resided, now replaced by a gnawing ache.
His mind was a prison denying him the freedom to live fully.
She felt like she was drowning in an ocean of despair, every attempt to surface met with another wave of hopelessness.
Every laugh felt hollow, every smile forced, as if she were playing a role in a play she didn't want to be in.
She felt like a ghost, wandering through life unnoticed, her pain invisible to everyone but herself.
The nights were the worst, when the darkness outside matched the darkness within, and sleep was a distant dream.
It was like a fire burning within, consuming all that was good and leaving behind nothing but ashes of what used to be.
The pain was a silent scream, a cry for help that no one could hear.
25 hot traits for your character :
(feel free to use <3 yall gotta agree with me on the 10th, 11th, 12th and from 17th to 21st cus :) tag me yall )
they hold eye contact whenever you talk
they love when you wear their clothes. [hehe]
they get physically clingy whenever they're jealous [ holy god]
always pulls you into a random embrace.
they manspread alot with a sultry gaze >> [imagine that gaze and that fucking smirk]
likes to tease you a lott
or easily blushes when you teach them ♡
holding gazes while kissing your body [highway looks mad comfyy rn]
"look at me when I'm making you feel good, baby" *coughing violently*
vocally expressive, isn't afraid of moaning loud > <
loves keeping you close to them
"if you ask me to fucking kneel, then I would, my love."
clicking their tongue against their cheek when they're mad or jealous !!!!!
kissable lips. sultry gaze, seductive smirk. [weak in em knees fr]
"say that again, mi sol."
loves to showcase you.
always has the top button of their shirt open [banging my head aaaaa]
slightly biting their lower lip when they smile
rolls their tongue over their lips often
sexy fingers !!!!
baby face, raspy and deep voice > \\ <
knows the effects of their actions over you [ do yk my last name?? its *yours* ;) ]
smells good 24/7
multilingual. (now tell me yall dont find multilingual people hot af-)
skilled. an all-rounder irl. smart and skilled, can easily save the world singlehandedly fr
Cold - frigid, icy, chilling
Hot - sweltering, scorching, torrid
Small - minute, diminutive, petite
Big - vast, colossal, gargantuan
Smart - intelligent, astute, savvy
Dumb - obtuse, vacuous, dim-witted
Fast - swift, rapid, fleet
Slow - sluggish, lethargic, dilatory
Old - ancient, decrepit, venerable
Young - youthful, juvenile, fledgling
Good - excellent, superb, stellar
Bad - dreadful, atrocious, abysmal
Strong - robust, sturdy, formidable
Weak - feeble, frail, flimsy
Funny - humorous, witty, comical
Not everything has to be fight scenes
—Losing something of emotional value and remembering its history and why it’s important to the character
—Reliving a traumatic event
—Running into an old friend who’s either completely changed since they’ve last seen each other or far too similar, leaving the character to wonder about how they’ve matured and grown compared to this other person
—Internally deciding if they should voice a fear or concern to the group, even if they might look silly or ridiculous doing so
—Friends vs family in terms of choosing who to follow and listen too
—Feeling unqualified to work on a project or be apart of the adventure
—Romantic feelings for someone they shouldn’t and dealing with how they should proceed internally. (THIS MEANS RIVALS OR FORBIDDEN ROMANCE. NOT ANYTHING ILLEGAL!!!)
—Thinking about mortality and death after being reminded of an late friend/family passing
—Being less talented at something years later when they used to be the best in that field
—Finding an old photo that carries much more emotional significance now than it did X years ago.
"it's all in the eyes i was once told"
catching the stare of someone across a crowded room
subtle furrowing of eyebrows beyond a blank facade
coldness easing into warmth
a fond mothering gaze
corner of the lip nudged upward
forced glower/glare as they break underneath
batting their lashes, playful
a boisterous laugh
intrigue piercing the stoic
proud smugness at the other's success
lingering glances
a childish joy bursting through
pupils dilate
eyelids shut in a look of peace, calm and trust
"there was once a time when they were mine"
terseness
features fold into a scowl
an urgent flinching back
coldness returns (as though the warmth had never come)
lips part then purse
invasion of shock
slow stare at the floor
the ripple effect of a swallow
frustrated breath/sigh
bitter laugh in reminiscence
dread tearing through the seams of their composure
"darkness"
mean smirk- teeth bared grimace- scowl
dismissive gaze
gaze of contempt/impatience
threat lowering the voice
sardonic goading grins verging on manic
rolling one's eyes
flicker of irritation in the eyes
stares stubbornly ahead despite distraction
gritted teeth, clenched jaw
fierce biting remarks
even measured complexions betraying no thought
strangling oneself back from violence
utter apathy
murderous silence hanging in the stare
snobbish laughter
smiling at another's downfall