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plantanarchy · 4 years

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Horse Color Genetics: a primer

(because I want to talk about it and someone out there may want to listen)

Under a cut because even though I really want to swallow your dashboard with horsey science, I am nice and merciful.

Base Colors

All horses have a base color, which is determined by two genes working together: extension and agouti.

Extension (E) allows for red and black pigment, and agouti (A) distributes black pigment to the points. The “wild type” of all horses was EEAADD aka bay dun. Which you still see in some primitive breeds today, including the Przewalski’s Horse (considered until recently the last true wild horses... but now thought to be domesticated very early on and later released so technically feral)

Bay was the original base color of all horses and phenotypically has a red/brown body with black points such as mane, tail, legs, ear tips, etc. The most extensive bay horses (called brown) can be fully black with a small bit of cinnamon color on the nose and flanks to mark them as bay. By genotype, they can be EEAA, EEAa, EeAA, or EeAa.

Black occured when dominant agouti (A) mutated, creating recessive agouti (a). With homozygous recessive agouti (aa), black pigment was no longer restricted to the points and instead covered the whole body. Phenotypically, black horses look... black but some are prone to heavy seasonal fading so can appear reddish/brown at certain times of the year. By genotype, they can be EEaa or Eeaa.

Red occured when dominant extension (E) mutated, creating recessive extension (e). Horses with homozygous recessive extension (ee) aka recessive red can’t produce any black pigment. With no black pigment, agouti has nothing to direct and has no affect on them. Phenotypically, red horses (also called chestnut/sorrel) can be a range of red shades, from so dark as to look black (called liver chestnut) or with a pale mane and tail (called flaxen). By genotype, they can be eeAA, eeAa, or eeAA.

All other horse colors in existence are all dilutions, modifiers, white patterns, or even pigment diseases layered on top of the three bases.

The Dun Gene

(a grulla horse aka black dun)

Dun (D) is largely considered a dilution gene but also technically because bay dun was the original horse wild type, all other colors are actually modified dun.

All duns will have a diluted base color and strong “primitive” markings such as a dorsal stripe that runs down the back and into the tail, a darker lower face mask, zebra-like striping on on the legs/ shoulder/neck, dark bars on the ears, etc. Fun fact: zebras are actually genetically bay dun and are basically an extreme expression of this gene.

Bay-based duns are called bay dun or just dun. Their red pigment is diluted to a peachy color and their black pigment remains in their manes, tails, and points.

Black-based duns are often called grulla. Their black pigment is diluted to a mousey brown color.

Red-based duns are called red dun. Like bay duns, their red pigment been diluted to a peachy color.

Horses were originally all homozygous dun (DD) with two mutations occurring that allowed for non-dun horse colors. One was non-dun1 (nd1) which does not create the diluted color but can create some primitive markings like dorsal stripes, leg barring, face masks, etc. The other was non-dun2 (nd2) which created your “normal”, solid horse colors with no primitive markings.

All horses are genetically either Dun (D), nd1 or nd2, with dun being dominant over the others and homozygous nd1 being more likely to show strong primitives.

(the difference between dun, nd1, and nd2)

The Cream Gene

Other than dun, there are a variety of other dilution genes in horses, including cream, champagne, silver, pearl, and fun new ones like mushroom and sunshine but instead of unpack... all that, I will focus on the arguably most common one.

Cream (Cr) is an incomplete dominant dilution gene. One copy affects only red pigment and two copies dilutes to almost no pigment.

A bay-based single dilute is called buckskin and can look similar to a bay dun horse with the red pigment diluted to a tan color and the black points/mane/tail remaining. Like bays, buckskins can be so dark they look almost black to a bright golden to a very pale cream color.

A black-based single dilute is called smoky black or black carrying cream and because cream does not affect black pigment in a single copy, they will look exactly the same as non-cream blacks.

A red-based single dilute is called palomino and is diluted to a tan color, often with the mane/tail diluted to white. Palominos can have the same range in shade as buckskins from deep golden to almost white.

Double dilutes have pink skin, blue eyes, and appear very pale in color, almost white. Red-based double dilutes are called cremello, bay-based are perlino, and black-based are smoky cream. There’s’ no reliable way to visually tell them apart.

(a smoky cream double dilute with a white pattern showing the difference between no pigment and diluted pigment)

The Grey Gene

Grey (G) is unique in that it’s actually a pigment-related disease, where pigment burns out and is lost over the horse’s life. A grey horse can be born any color but will gain grey hairs as it ages until it goes fully white in time. Grey is genetically dominant, meaning a horse that has a grey gene will always grey out, but it’s possible for a heterozygous grey (Gg) to have non-grey foals.

At birth, grey foals can usually be identified by their hyperpigmentation, appearing much darker or closer to adult shade than non-grey foals, which usually have a certain amount of buff foal coloring. Some will have “grey goggles” or white hairs around the eyes.

Some horses grey slowly and others grey very quickly. In the meantime, horses can be dapple grey with a mix of dark hair and light, a stage which eventually fades as grey progresses, and some horses regain spots of color as they age and are called fleabitten grey. The grey gene is also linked to melanoma.

(the progression of a red-based grey from 2 to 17 years old)

White Pattern Genes

There are way, way too many different white pattern genes to reasonably get into here and new ones are being discovered all the time. Any color can have white pattern genes, and they can be extensive to the point of creating what appears to be a white horse with pink skin or so minimal as to appear solid with no markings. Horses can also have multiple white pattern genes at once. So here are just a few of the more common ones.

(a bay tobiano)

Tobiano (T) is a widespread pattern which usually involves a solid head and white legs with color appearing in rounded patches.

Frame Overo (O or LWO) is also widespread and can range from a loud, splotchy pattern to being as minimal as facial markings or even no telltale markings at all. This is problematic, because the homozygous form of the gene creates a Lethal White Overo. Lethal White foals do not survive longer than 72 hours due to their underdeveloped digestive system and are usually humanely euthanized. Lethal foals can be avoided by only crossing frame horses to non-frame carriers, so frame should be tested for if there’s any possibility of it being in the breed, even if the horse does not have any white patterns.

Splash White (sw1, sw2, sw3, sw4) has a few different flavors descending from different originating horses and can create bold, white facial markings or the appearance that the horse is dipped in white paint from the bottom up. Or be as minimal as creating blue eyes and a small belly spot. sw1 tends to be more minimal in heterozygous and more dramatic with more white in homozygous form. sw2 frequently causes deafness.

Roan (Rn) is a gene (or series of similar expressing genes) not always thought of as a white pattern, but it’s actually on the same locus as tobiano. Roan involves a mixing of white hair into the coat, creating a diluted or faded look, with the head and points of many roans remaining solid. When scarred/damaged, hair on roans will grow back a solid color. Roans can be any base color and often change seasonally, sometimes appearing very minimal.

Leopard Complex (Lp & PATN1) is a whole other monster of a subject and too complicated to fully get into here. These are the genes associate with Appaloosa horses, but there are many more breeds throughout the world that can have the genes. Lp creates mottled skin, striped hooves, and gradual, splotchy loss of pigment. PATN1 combined with Lp is what creates the dramatic, dalmation-like spots on top of the other characteristics, so the horse has to inherit both to end up with most of the cooler patterns. Overall, the expression of Lp is highly, highly variable and you can get such fun and fancy pattern names as snowflake, blanket, fewspot, leopard, varnish, etc. It’s fun! It’s confusing! Spots!

(bay roan)

And that’s all the colors I’m willing to expand upon here in this horse color genetics primer. I will leave you with some pictures of some funny and colorful color and pattern combos.

(palomino with homozygous sw1)

(grulla/black dun with Lp & PATN1)

(dunalino aka palomino dun, a red-based dun horse with one cream gene)

(grey tobiano, base color unknown)

Sources:

This is all from memory honestly but Equine Tapestry is a cool place to delve in further and the Equine Color Genetics facebook group is where you can find the most current info being discussed as far as horse colors go.

#horse color genetics #???? i just did that i suppose #long post #i tried to source the pictures but it was a struggle

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juniperjoy101 · 4 years

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The Starstruck Lounge – (Sans x Reader)

Outertale AU

Trans MtF Reader

Word Count: 2.2k+ words

Rating: PG-13 for some suggestive themes

The following's a fluffy, standalone one-shot, but it does relate to my fanfic 'Save Point', found on Quotev, Wattpad, and Ao3!

Note: '(N/N)' means '(your) new name'.

You tug at the sleeves of your dress, nervous to show yourself at the lounge. Today, finally, you would be referred to as 'Lady (N/N), the singer-astronaut'. While you had sung plenty of times with the obstacle of zero gravity and a space helmet, it was the first time you would be ever referred to as '(N/N)' or 'lady'.

A knock sounds on the door, though you open it only halfway, still uneasy at the thought of people seeing the new you -- the you you. In front of you stands an admirer a few years younger than you, no more than a college freshman from what you assume based on his appearance and fidgety nature. He gapes at your presence, toying around with the peony, carnation, and garden phlox bouquet in his hands.

"H- Hey there, miss," he greets, handing you the flowers. "These are for you." He rests a hand behind his neck, looking down at his shoes. "I've, um. . . I've always had a crush on you -- ever since the first day I saw you up on stage. I know you're dating someone else, b- but can I, um, well-"

You smile, putting an end to his rambling by raising a hand and warning him in advance over what you were about to do. Leaning in, you press a kiss against his cheek, giggling when his face turns a faint red.

"Th- Thanks, miss. You, um. . . You look very cute! Good luck with today's show!"

He sprints off, leaving you alone with a bouquet and a smile. As soon as you feel someone stand behind you though, you use the bouquet as a weapon, shoving it in the person's face.

"Stars -- Don't sneak up on me like that!" Your breaths are scarce, a hand placing itself over your chest as you try to recover from the scare. "I told you I'm not good with surprises, Sans!"

"You're way too easy to startle," he counters, chuckling. "Didn't even get to spook ya before you attacked me."

His comment makes you look around to see a few flowers scattered about. He helps you pick them up and place them back where they belong, taking a few with him and asking you to turn around. Still wary over the earlier scare, you scrutinize him before giving your back to him, tensing when you feel his hands on your hair. His fingers tangle on your locks, painted dark blue and purple for the occasion. You wait, searching for a mirror when he voices an 'all done'.

As soon as you catch the image of your hair, you hold back a smile, shock replacing that urge instead. Not only did the white, silver, and golden colours contrast with your outfit's theme, but it made your attire represent what it was supposed to be more: the first starry night you ever shared with the monster standing behind you. On your first date with him, the sky -- though always dark and starstruck -- had been an explosion of colours, the benefit of being obliged to wait until late -- when shops closed, streets emptied, and artificial lights turned off -- to leave Faust with a caretaker and head out.

The ankle-length dress swooshes when you give it a twirl, smile growing when you see the flowers stay in place.

"Thank you!" you exclaim, excitement barely contained. You tackle Sans into a hug, making him fall. Your dress tangles with his body, yet you pay no mind to it as you hold him tight, not wanting to cry for the fear of making your eyes swell and your makeup smudge. "It looks so, so great! I'm in love with you!"

"Weren't you already?" he asks, laughing.

You kiss his teeth, grabbing his cheekbones with your hands and repeating the earlier action multiple times, letting go when you lose your breath. "I. . . I love you that many times more!"

"Nine times?"

"You counted?"

Sans grins and sits up, placing you on his lap and holding you still by circling his arms tight around your waist. He brings you close, enough for your chest to press against his. "Might've lost count halfway, though. Got distracted."

You stifle a laugh and lean in even closer, repeating that action one more time. "Just to make sure," you add, pulling away. "Ten times."

Your cheeks grow warm at the sight of him placing a hand over your chest, calling out for your soul. Next, your ears burn, a light feeling taking over when he beckons for it. "And I. . ." You close your eyes when you see him nudge himself closer, approaching your soul. "Love ya this much, (N/N)." Sans presses his teeth against its surface, remaining there for some time. "How many seconds was that?"

You hesitate, hazy from the sensation of him that close to your soul. "Um. . . Thirty?"

"'Bout halfway there."

Opening your eyes, you can feel a tear escape your eye. You hug him tighter, hiccuping when you hear him mutter 'it's sixty' under his breath.

You hold back the instinct to swat his hand away when you feel it slip under your dress's top piece, reaching for your brassiere. "Wearin' it for today's show?"

"Yeah. . ." you reply, keeping him in the hug. "I know nobody's gonna see it or anything, but. . . It makes me feel more me."

You can feel him nod, how little he moves making you stay on the floor there with him, neither of you bothering to stand up. "I'll be there a lil' late, but I should be on-time for your show. If ya feel nervous, just gimme a call and I'll help ya, alright?"

"Thanks," you reply, nodding back and pulling away, wanting to face him again. "This almost feels like a dream."

"Does it?" he asks, facing you. "What'd make it feel like a dream, then?"

"That's a hard question." You smile, heat returning to your cheeks when you finally grow conscious of your position. While your dress was long enough to cover up your fall, you were a mess of limbs: his arms hooked with yours, torso against torso, and knees brushing with your thighs, his shorter height making you tower over him almost completely. "I, well. . . I guess if we could stay like this for years to come? Faust loves having you around, and I. . . I do, too. You're my family, friend, husband, and so much more."

You burst into a fit of giggles when you see him blush, near reddish pink contrasting with the yellowish white of his bones.

★ ★ ★

You can't do it.

People are waiting, yet you can't bring yourself to step out.

The dress feels bunched up, the accessories look too tacky, and your hair extensions feel faker than plastic flowers. The only thing that feels remotely right is what Sans had done for you with some flowers the fan from before had given you. It doesn't feel right to call anyone for help, against bothering any of them when the tailor had worked hard for your dress, a friend had gifted you those accessories, and another had done your extensions.

You don't feel like disappointing the audience, so you instead begin taking off the dress, deciding it was best to continue being the 'original' you for the moment being. With a defeated sigh, you reach out for the back of your dress and begin unzipping it, door to your changing room opening when the dress is already down your waist.

Instinctively, you grab the first thing closest to you and launch it at the intruder, freezing when you hear a familiar voice laugh under his breath.

"Twice in one day, huh? That's a new record, pal."

Sans stands by the door, humour exchanging for intrigue when he sees you half-dressed. You cover the brassiere away from his sight, embarrassment crossing you.

"Sorry," he speaks up, chuckling. "Didn't know you were still changin'. Lemme help you with that zipper, though."

Against bringing up the fact you were doubtful, you nod and turn your back on him, slipping the dress over your torso and waiting for him to zip it in place. You wait, tensing when he comments on your upper underwear.

"That's a cute bra, by the way. Somethin' tells me it ain't from a regular store -- judgin' by how lacy it looks."

The embarrassment you had fought off returns, the surprise you had planned out for your night together spoiled by a moment of indecisiveness. "It was. . . meant for after the show tonight. You weren't supposed to see it yet."

Sans brings his arms around your waist, pulling you against him. "Don't mind teasers, though. Ya lookin' prettier than the stars, half-dressed or not." He kisses the lower back of your neck, provoking a shudder all across your body. "And this might be a hunch, but. . . Were ya gettin' undressed? Figured you might've 'cuz ya have your shoes and hair all done already."

You stay silent, holding his hands and keeping him in the embrace, not daring to look at him in the eye. ". . .Yeah. I kept looking at myself in the mirror, and I just kept picking out every little thing I didn't like."

"Call me next time, (N/N)," he states, hold on you growing stronger. "I mean it. We might both be a lil' busier now that we're gonna adopt another kid, but we'll make it work. I can always find time for stuff like this."

"Th- That's another thing, Sans!" you exclaim, breaking out of his hold. "Who knows if they'll even accept now? They were already against it when we were both male -- What will the adoption center even think when I tell them I'm actually a woman? They'll reject us in a heartbeat."

"We'll have our own kid, then. You remember what the book said 'bout soul reproduction, don't ya? We can try it."

"Wh-" You cut off your own words, feeling your ears and face burn over the proposition. "How can you say that so easily? It. . . It would've taken me years to say that to you!"

"You know I like sayin' it like it is," he remarks, grinning. "Maybe in the past my soul was too weak for that, but now it should be possible."

"Do you really mean it?"

"'Course I do, pal."

You take in some air, chest trembling as you hold back your feelings. A smile blooms on your face, and it only grows when you see the earnest look in his irises, white glow bright and certain. "Thank you," you murmur, reaching for his hands again and keeping them both in one. "Do you really feel ready for this, though? I mean, Faust's accepted you as a father long before we got married, but. . ."

"Worried I won't be ready for the responsibility?"

"N- No! I already know how responsible you are. It's just. . . I don't want to be selfish. 'Cuz I feel like I've already been that enough with my transitioning."

"Are we really gonna have this conversation again? Selfish would've implied you not being honest with me 'fore we got married, but you were. You were honest and brave, two things I love about ya -- be it (N/N) or not."

"Dammit," you mutter, suppressing a laugh as you stare up at the ceiling again. "You're gonna make me cry again."

★ ★ ★

The show ends with a high note -- in both singing and feedback from the audience. Persistent vocal practice sessions had improved your ability to shift between low and high tunes, the latter you wanted more now that you were more comfortable with the new you. Claps continue to resound as you begin floating down to firm grounds, wobbling a little when your heels bump with the rocky surface of the Moon. Flowers, stars, and stardust are thrown at your feet, a few letters and folded papers being thrown in the mix. An assistant aids you by handing you a basket you use to pick up the items, taking them with you back to the inside of the lounge.

You take off your helmet as soon as you enter, a few fans greeting you along the way. Some throw additional compliments into the basket, while others hand them to you personally. Well wishes spread across the hall as you make it to the bar, where Grillby and Sans wait, both staring at the sky until they notice your presence.

Carefully, you grab the skeleton by the shoulders, hugging him the same way he had done with you, only with him seated on the bar stool. He relaxes under your hold, the tension he looked to carry from a distance leveling down. "Ready for tonight?"

"The show, or the other thing?" he asks, low enough for only you to hear.

"Don't," you warn, laughing. "Else it won't happen. You know what I'm talking about."

He gives in with a grin, closing off the space remaining between you. "Guess I am. Dunno if people'll like it, though. You were way too awesome back there -- Can't compete with that."

"You silly." You let your extensions fall over his face as you place your chin over his head, holding him tighter. "Yours is a different act. You'll stand out in your own way, no matter what -- And don't go saying it'll be in a bad way!"

He laughs, honest. "Damn," he mutters, grabbing a lock and tickling your nose with it. "Ya know me too well, (N/N)."

"We're married," you state, giggling. "It's my job to."

#sans x reader #outertale sans x reader #trans reader #trans mtf reader #outertale #undertale #reader insert #lgbt

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mysticsparklewings · 4 years

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Fire Flower

Note: I originally made this painting and typed most of the description towards the end of March. I meant to upload this sooner, but things happened it obviously got pushed way back. Oh gee, would you look at that. It has somehow been 8-9 months since I last made a full acrylic painting... But! I have a video for this one to make up for it! Link: youtu.be/8IgVvgTiZjM I promise I've been trying (and failing) to come up with ideas to do more with this medium. Acrylic paint just isn't my thing. I swear I said this somewhere before, but I have no idea where; It's just hard for me to commit to an acrylic painting when I know I can get the look I want usually much faster and much more easily with other supplies. Acrylic painting just takes so much more time, set up, and patience. This very painting I know I probably could've had done in half the time using primarily watercolor instead, for example. So why is this an acrylic painting instead of something quicker and easier? Because my dear Sparklers, I made this painting and filmed it as a bit of a blending demo for a friend. They tried their hand at an acrylic painting with a sky going from red to yellow...except they lost most of the yellow in the process, and even they weren't really sure how it happened. So since I'm in sort of an art teaching/mentoring position to them, I decided I'd pull out my paints and take a shot at a similar look. Now, to be fair, my end result is very different from their's intentionally. They painted a boat on the water during sunset, I wanted something different and more me, so after some browsing around on Pinterest, I settled on this flower silhouette. I made my own job harder because the reference image had a blue and orange background with lots of black, almost like a vignette, so once I got past the stage of putting the base background colors down, I had a lot more work cut out for myself in trying to replicate that. Speaking of which, you can see most of my process in the video, but a recap just in case: I started by picking out my paint colors, and to be fair I could've gotten away with less or slightly different colors, but I got extravagant and picked a total of nine colors from my Liquitex Basics set (also known as currently the only decent acrylic paints I have):

• Mars Black • Ivory Black • Titanium White • Cadmium Red Deep Hue • Cadmium Red Light Hue • Portrait Pink • Naples Yellow Hue • Cadmium Yellow Medium Hue • Primary Yellow Why the two blacks? Mars Black is a "denser" black so to speak, it's more opaque (less transparent/see-through). The Ivory Black is less opaque, and it's a bit warmer in color than the Mars black. I used the Mars black in areas where I wanted a total and complete black and the Ivory black where I wanted some of the colors from the background to leak through a bit. It's subtle, more of a "feeling" to the eye than something you can clearly see. Also, I used the Portrait Pink, which like the name implies is a very pink flesh tone, and the Naples Yellow Hue (think a shade similar to Yellow Ochre...or fancy Mustard if "yellow ochre" doesn't help you visualize) primarily for blending and not so much for the colors themselves. And the Cadmium Red Light Hue is much more of a reddish-orange in person than it is red, which is why I picked it. It's also pretty transparent (yellows and oranges often are in acrylic paints, especially more student grade ones like the Liquitex Basics) so it also got lost in the mix fairly easily and I had to build it up a lot. In the video, you can definitely see as I start that I do indeed do a lot of back and forth with the paints, blending and layering to my heart's content to try and get the right color balance while also getting a smooth transition. And this goes on for quite a while; the background was definitely the part that took the longest. Initially, I did sketch in a couple of lines as markers for roughly where I needed certain parts of the gradient to begin and end, and with the paints, I went in and got down the base of red and yellows so I could then start working on marrying the two together. And I have to admit, even I let my yellows get a bit lost/pushed down more so than I would've liked. It's a difficult balance to strike; red is already a strong color that easily overpowers yellow. It's even easier when the yellow and your transition colors are more transparent while the red is more opaque. And even more so when your painting has a vignette feel to it. But once I finally had something I was comfortable with and blocked in most of the black (which was a pain in the butt to blend out, by the way, as I'm sure is obvious by how much I go back and forth with it in the video, misusing a fluffy watercolor brush as a mop brush to blend), I then took my outline for the silhouette that I'd already prepared on another piece of paper and used a Faber Castell Gelato (first a gray, then later I'd use a black) on the back to be able to transfer it on the canvas by tracing it with a mechanical pencil with the point pushed in. Personally, I really do think the Gelatos are the best method I've tried for making faux-transfer paper. They're soft so they transfer the color without much fuss without making a powder smudge-y mess (like charcoal, chalk, or pastels might), and they're also water-soluble so they play nicely with the wetness of the acrylic paints, especially if you've thinned them with a bit of water. Then I got the lovely challenge of trying to paint and blend out a nice bright setting sun on top of the blackish mess I'd made. (It actually wasn't that bad; the Titanium White is pretty opaque so once it mixed with the yellow and I got a couple of layers on it really didn't have any problem covering the darkness that it had to.) After that, I transferred again some of my lines I'd covered up and then got to work on the black silhouette parts. I did have to alter the look slightly because I wasn't quite as careful with lining up the placement of my "transfer paper" that second time and also because the brush had different ideas about how much black should be in some places than I did, but it wasn't too much of a hassle. And then, of course, the real challenge of blending the black up to meet the silhouettes without completely covering up my sun or messing up my other blending. Although, this also wasn't as tricky as I had thought it would be. Ironically, I think by the time I got this far I was finally starting to get a handle on the acrylics after having been away from them for so long. Believe it or not, this tiny 4"x6" painting took well over two hours to complete. I had at least two hours of footage that I trimmed down and sped up like four times, and that doesn't include the dry time in between two background layers, the background and the sun, and then the sun and the silhouette. I'd say it was probably closer to 3 and 1/2 hours total, although technically longer because I kept getting interrupted by things and I had to figure out how to set up the camera and everything before I actually started painting. Once I was done with the painting, I also had to actually edit the thing together, which took many more hours than I bothered to document or care to admit. (P.S. Whoever decided all free video editors that don't come pre-installed on a computer either must have stupidly low export limits and/or super obnoxious watermarks, I hate you.) Yeah, there's a reason it's been almost a year since I last posted an actual video of me making art... It just takes so long to edit everything together and I also have to make an extra effort to get stuff set up before and after for filming...Like, maybe it would be different if I had the space and resources to have an area where I could just leave everything and have a camera set up that doesn't move, but right now when my space is limited and my phone is my camera it's just so much easier to...well, to not. At any rate, here's one. One acrylic painting, and one video. A two-for-one special! Sort of! And I think both turned out pretty okay in the end, at least for someone that 1. Doesn't acrylic paint and 2. Doesn't make videos regularly. I call that a win, wouldn't you? Although, I have a few canvases stockpiled. I really should work on trying to squeeze more acrylic paintings into my art regimen somewhere to use those up, if nothing else... ____ Artwork © me, MysticSparkleWings ____ Where to find me & my artwork: My Website | Commission Info + Prices | Ko-Fi | dA Print Shop | RedBubble | Twitter | Tumblr | Instagram

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beyondthetemples · 4 years

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{{ Take 2, because I started writing this post, but it just Vanished. ???

I’ve been thinking about Sieara a lot lately! She was a wonderful part of Dove’s childhood, they remain steadfast friends for all of the little bird’s life, and Sieara’s continued existence is like a little piece of Azarathean history and magic being preserved on Earth-- not to mention a living remnant of Dove’s personal life. She means a lot to Dove. It’s honestly a low-tier crime that I haven’t written her in RPs much at all.

She certainly has a presence in the fanfics, heck the chapter I just published starts off with a scene centered around her! But I feel I’ve neglected her a bit, especially with how close she is to Dove.

Granted, she’s canonically only situationally present. Any time Dove is in Titans Tower, Sieara is either with her in the same room, or hanging out in Dove’s room. Dove is genuinely afraid that Silkie might eat her, so she doesn’t ever want her avian companion anywhere without either a locked door or her own supervision! (Not to mention, Sieara’s naturally curious and charmed with higher intelligence, so she can get into some serious trouble if she’s left alone.)

Dove will sometimes bring Sieara out with her on patrol, but she intentionally avoids bringing her into mission territory, simply for fear of her being hurt. Sieara also has standing orders to go home if anything Dangerous happens while they’re away.

I also wanted to point out that although she’s all white, Sieara is NOT albino!

(Bird genetics and Azarathean headcanons below the cut.)

Rather, like I've headcanoned all the subspecies of Azarathean doves to be, her feathers display a rather extensive wash of leucism! Leucism is like selective albinism, where the pigment melanin is only missing from certain parts of the body. In birds, it affects the feathers, but not the skin or eyes. In Sieara's case, this makes her lack color everywhere but her eyes and feet, hence her white feathers but dark eyes and feet.

I’ve raised albino doves before, and Sieara’s build, with her chest and shoulders being slightly thinner and sleeker with longer primaries, is based on my first albino dove. Her name was Serena, and perhaps the most important distinction between them is that Serena had red eyes!

Sieara's eyes are that of a pigmented dove, with large black pupils and a thin ring of deep amber-gold at the very edge.

I spent awhile studying the doves we see in Azarath today, and came to the conclusion that these are definitely not albino doves.

There wasn't a whole lot to go on in the comics, as the closest view we get of an Azarathean bird is rather monochromatic:

So the feathers are definitely white, but so is the beak. That doesn’t even happen in albino doves. Not the most reliable source.

So I looked to the much more colorful birds in the cartoon.

These definitely don't look albino. Their feet are too dark, almost black! (Again: leucism doesn’t affect the pigments of the skin, and the color you see on this dove’s toes is way too dark to be albino skin.) Their beaks are bright orange, rather than a pale pink! And while the albino columbid eyes I’ve seen could look black in a dark room, the ones I had bore dark reddish eyes that looked bright red in any kind of decent light.

I’ll admit: Maybe I’m splitting hairs and missing animation palette color theory, because Teen Titans used very saturated colors as a rule, and they probably wouldn’t animate albino animals with red eyes in an episode where red eyes are Very Integral Symbols of An Evil Demon...

But even from a genetic standpoint, true albinism would've been a lot harder to breed than leucism. While it's technically possible for a population to be established that's all albinos (since two albino parents will only ever have albino offspring), total leucism (all white feathers with colored eyes+feet) would be a lot more common than full albinism, so finding those original parents to start your population is a lot more likely to happen. Once you have a parent with "total leucism", with all the feathers coming in white, the offspring cannot develop colored feathers, so the total leucism will be passed down to every single individual baby. And that's how you can end up with an entire society only having white birds with pigmented eyes and feet!

#sieara #{{ I have a lot more headcanons about Sieara but couldn't find a way to fit them in... and honestly this post is long enough already. heh #dovemun headcanons list

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{Jimin’s POV}

Walking back upstairs, I tried to open the door only to realize it’s locked. “What are you doing Jimin?” Eliza asked, making me jump up in fright as I wasn’t expecting her.

“Sorry you scared me, I thought the bathroom was here, guess someone is already using it,” I lied, giving her a nervous laughter.

“Oh the bathroom is right here,” she said pointing at the bathroom on my right.

“Oh!” I exclaimed, thanking her as she soon left, looking at my phone I felt silly to think that (y/n) would actually want to hang out with me. I mean she made it very clear that she didn’t do friends.

Sighing, I soon walked back into the party, laughing at crazy antics that Jungkook did or talking to Eliza and Taehyung. Yet, I couldn’t stop glancing up at the stair case every once in awhile. Hoping that (y/n) will come down at least once.

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{Y/n’s POV}

“Huh? So the vampire finally decides to show up I see?” Allen chuckled humorlessly,

“Listen I already had to deal with Elaine’s shit. I don’t want to deal with yours,” I stated, soon sitting down next to Allen.

Allen was Elaine’s ex boyfriend. After she met Hoseok, her feelings towards Allen changed. She was more bitchy, more conservative, and less affectionate. Allen grew tired of it and they began to fight. To the point that Elaine broke up with him. Telling him that it’s all his fault and that if he paid more attention to her and less to me that they will still be together. Of course that was a lie, Allen and I are just friends and even if I were to have a crush on him, it wouldn’t have mattered because Elaine’s well Elaine. She will take whatever she wants, by any means necessary, even if it results in her younger sister’s pain.

“Why didn’t I date you?” Allen asked, puffing out smoke from his cigarette.

“Probably because you fell under the spell of the wicked witch of the west. Ignoring my warnings and getting hurt in the end,” I told him, making him nudge me as I bursted out in giggles.

“Hey make yourself at home kid. You know where the beers are at,” he smirked, taking another drag of his cigarette.

“Nah I’m good. Where’s Ollie by the way?” I asked him, Oliver was his step brother. A big contrast to Allen who was more dark and gloomy, Oliver was more bubbly and cheerful, not a big surprise if Jimin and him were to become friends to be honest.

Soon realizing who I was thinking about, I quickly began to choke on my own spit. Allen quickly getting up and heading over to me,

“You good doll face?”

“Jimin?!” I asked myself, Allen giving me a confused face only to smirk.

“No way! No fucking way! You caught feelings for someone! Fucking finally! You’ve been moping about that Jae loser for months now,” Allen chuckled, only for me to glare at him as I kicked him in the shin, making him double over in pain.

“Shut up!” I growled, heading over to the kitchen, getting myself a can of coke.

Walking back, I soon saw Matt walk in, curly dirty blonde hair structuring his blue eyes that looked almost purple and plaid red shirt which was a bit ripped on the sides. His jeans ripped in some parts and dusty brown boots making imprints on the floor boards.

“Mattie!” I exclaimed, hugging him as he chuckled and began to ruffle up my hair.

“Hey kiddo! Long time, no see! The evil twins got you all down?” he asked.

Here’s the thing between Matt and Al. Matt dated my sister Eliza, Eliza is more of a sweetheart but with Elaine she is still a sweetheart but also two-faced. Aka she will stab you in the back. Let’s just say she also joined in on the cheating wagon.

“Something like that,” I replied,

“Pssh. As if. When you called me I could barely make out half the words you were saying!” Allen called out.

“Literally Allen shut up,” Matt gruffed, flicking the side of Allen’s head making him whimper out.

It truly is funny, the difference between the two as Allen had instead of curly dirty blonde hair, he had mahogany brown hair, with brown eyes that when reflected at a certain angle looked a bit reddish. He wore a skin tight tank top with a burgundy bomber jacket and dirty ripped blue jeans with red converse shoes. They really didn’t look like siblings. If anything, I looked more related to Allen then Matt or Oliver combined.

“Hey doll! Who’s Jimin?” He drawled, red orbs staring me down, as I felt my eye twitch.

“Oh chick-a-dee found a lover?” Matt smirked,

“What?! Oh goodness! Oh goodness! You finally found someone! Oh (y/n) that’s wonderful news!” Oliver exclaimed, dropping the bags he had on the floor as he came over to the table I was currently sitting at and hugged me.

For someone who looks small and scrawny, he had a death grip when it came to hugs. Giggling at his excitement, I soon pouted as I told him that I didn’t find someone and that I don’t have a crush on anyone, glaring at Allen for the false accusation.

Oliver soon nodded his head, baby blue eyes almost glowing in understanding, soon looking at his blonde hair I realized it was now a pinkish blonde.

“Oh my gosh! You dyed your hair!” I called out, making him chuckle.

“Yup did it a few months ago. Ah~ but sadly the color is coming back,” he sighed, chuckling at my shocked state.

“I really wasn’t expecting that,” I told him, “honestly I thought Allen would dye his hair,” I exclaimed.

“I am not going to let my hair die!” He stated,

“You mean damage you dimwit? Your hair is already dead,” Matt corrected, rolling his eyes.

Chuckling at the duo, I felt my phone buzz. Looking down I saw Hoseok just texted me.

[7:35pm] From Hobi: Hey where are you?

[7:36pm] From (y/n): Hey! I’m at Al’s. The wicked-

Soon realizing I was about to call his girlfriend the wicked witch of the west, I quickly deleted the saying, chuckling to myself. Allen perked up and looked at me, before he can ask I told him what happened, instead of seeing him laugh along with me he gave me a glare or really my phone a glare before looking back at the blank tv screen.

‘Someone’s still salty,’ I thought, soon finishing my text to Hobi.

[7:36pm] From (y/n): Hey! I’m at Al’s. Elaine and I had a fight and I needed to escape for a bit. I’ll need a ride though! Think you can get me?

Getting up, I grabbed the controller and put on Netflix. Watching the latest shows, I felt my phone buzz again. Unlocking it I read Hoseok’s message.

[7:38pm] From Hobi: Sorry sweetheart. El and I are going out after dinner. Jimin offered to pick you up though, should be getting a text from him any minute now.

As soon as I read the last sentence, a new message with an unknown number popped up, the message read “Hey (y/n), this is Jimin.”

Groaning, I looked up to see Allen with a wide smirk, “I see this Jimin guy gets to pick you up, huh?” He smiled.

Whining, I pouted as I looked at Allen. “Why can’t you just drop me off?” I asked him.

Staring at me in all seriousness he began to put his finger pointer up, “one, don’t want to see your sister,” putting up his middle he continued, “two, don’t want drama to occur,” putting up his ring finger, he soon closed his eyes and looked back at me with a small smile. Of pity. Of apology. Of hurt. “And three, I don’t want to see him.”

Nodding my head in understanding, I quickly replied to Jimin’s text telling him where I’m at and soon texting Hobi telling him thanks but that out of everyone he had to choose Jimin.

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{Jimin’s POV}

Pulling up at the driveway that (y/n) sent me. I couldn’t help but to feel nervous. The neighborhood already looked a bit scary, looking over at the house, I soon saw (y/n)’s head pop out of the door frame, a boy with blondish pink and blue eyes with freckles spread all around his face, also looking outside.

Putting down the passenger window, I gave her a little wave. She waved back only to glare at the person who was supposedly behind her. She looked back at me and motioned for me to come inside. Gulping, I turned off the car and ran over towards the steps. Once entering, I greeted each person, Allen, was the one with ruby eyes, the one with baby blue eyes was Oliver and the last person with violet eyes was Matthew. Matt for short.

“So how did you guys become friends?” Al asked, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

“Are you serious? Allen I already told you,” (y/n) groaned, face palming, only for me to soon realize that they were talking about me, I gave her a playful smile.

“So you were talking about me?” I asked, only for her to give me a cold stare, I felt a shiver go down my spine as I mumbled a soft apology.

“It’s not like that. It’s just- there were problems concerning your dear friend Elaine and Eliza but I don’t want to get into the gory details. Don’t want to mess up their “image”” (y/n) said, using air quotes around the word image.

As she began to say bye to everyone, Oliver pulled me off to the side. “Please take care of her. I know she’s a bit closed off and she doesn’t have many friends, except well us. She really needs someone who can at least show some type of emotion. When she talks about you her eyes brighten up. She doesn’t know it yet but I have a feeling her meeting you, is the best thing that has ever happened to her,” the blue-eyed male exclaimed.

“I thought she doesn’t do friends?” I asked him,

“Oh don’t get me wrong. It takes a long time to get her to open up but before she became this closed off person she- actually you remind me of her. How she used to be at least. She was happy and a free soul, she always found the good in people and was very open. But then something just killed that light or really someone. This is her go to place, away from her siblings when she’s hurt. To be honest, she feels more like our family than a friend. So I’m just telling you this as a warning but please don’t hurt her. She already deals with a lot of stuff at home and at school. I just want what’s best for her.” Oliver told me. A gloomy look in his once cheerful eyes. Nodding my head, he squeezed my hand in gratitude and waved goodbye as I walked over to the door, (y/n) looking at me before giving me a small smile.

~~~~~~

Driving back to her place was awfully quiet, an awkward tension in the air.

“So what did Ollie tell you?” (Y/n) asked,

“He was um... just telling me that it’s nice to know that you’ve made a friend,” I said, shortening up the conversation we actually had.

“That was a long conversation for him to just be saying ‘thanks for being (y/n)’s friend,’” she snorted, looking over at me, her elbow was resting against the glass and her head was laying down on her elbow. So her eyes looked more cat-like but also gave her a cute appearance.

“I don’t know if I should say, it wasn’t anything bad. I rather you ask him then me,” I told her, giving her an apologetic smile. Nodding her head, she looked out, “you know, I can’t help but find it odd how we keep on meeting. Maybe it’s fate,” she giggled.

“You believe in fate?” I asked her, slightly astonished by this information.

“Why yes I do. I know, right? Quiet, brooding girl who hates the world actually believes in fate? How odd?” She mocked, looking at me with a goofy grin. “I mean I wasn’t always like this. Honestly, you remind me of how I used to be. I just hope no one messes up that care-free spirit of yours. That has to be one thing I truly do like about you, Pinky.”

Blushing at her compliment, I wanted to ask her what happened. What made her become who she is now. Who made her lose that spirit? But I couldn’t because we soon pulled up to her house. Opening the car door, she thanked me and told me she’ll see me at Chem class. Waving bye, I waited until I could no longer see her figure.

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{Y/n’s POV}

Alarm going off, I quickly got out of bed and got ready. Everything was as it should be. Once going downstairs to pack up my lunch, I felt my phone buzz. Face furrowing in confusion, I pulled it out to see Jimin has texted.

“Wanna ride?” It read.

About to reply ‘sure’, Elaine came out of her room, tears streaming down her face.

“What’s wrong” I asked, expecting some snarky comment, she whipped out her phone to show me the text.

[9:38pm] From Baby: I’m sorry Elaine.

[9:39pm] From Elaine: What did I do wrong? We were good Hobi! Baby... please!

[9:40pm] From Baby: You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just not happy. The love dwindled and I’ve been watching you ogle at Jungkook multiple times. You’ve been more distant and I just don’t think this will work out anymore.

[9:41pm] From Elaine: I get it we broke up. But why?

[9:42pm] From Baby: We’ll talk about this tmr... okay?

“I-I’m so sorry,” I told Elaine, looking up at her, she glared at me. “This is your fault you stupid bitch,” she seethed, grabbing her phone and hitting me across the face with it. Falling down from the sting, I looked up at her, unshedded tears forming in my eyes.

“How the hell is this my fault?!” I accused,

“You ran off. God Hobi’s always your little hero so no doubt he’s breaking it off so he can be with you,” she sneered.

“Or maybe it’s because you suck at being a good, older sister! Ever think of that! God not everything is about you!” I yelled at Elaine, grabbing my stuff and going into my car, driving off to school.

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Before exiting out of my car, I looked over at the side of my cheek and saw the red markfrom Elaine's phone begin to bruise up, lifting up my hoodie. I soon exited out, walking over to my locker, I saw Jimin and his group of friends huddled up, Elaine and Eliza not there yet, neither was Hoseok or Namjoon.

“Jimin? Can I talk to you?” I asked him.

Turning around, he nodded his head, as we parted from the group, I asked him how he feels about Eliza.

“She’s a good friend... I guess?” He shrugged,

“If you date her just be careful please. Same thing with Elaine. They aren’t in a good mood,” I told him, about to walk away, he quickly grabbed my wrist.

“Hey! (Y/n) what’s that on your cheek?” He asked,

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it,” I told him only for him to pull me closer, taking my hoodie off he examined the bruised up cheek.

“Did one of them do this to you?” He gruffed, his usual happy and care free aura gone.

“It really doesn’t matter,” I told him.

“Stop lying!” He hissed,

“It... Elaine did it. She was mad because Hobi broke up with her and blamed me. It’s okay, though! I don’t nee-“

“This isn’t okay (y/n). I don’t care if it’s out of anger or what? She can’t do this to you. Come on, we’re going to the nurse’s office,” he stated. No room for excuses as he pulled me with him.

~~~~~

Once we reached the nurse’s office. Dr. Kim began to look over at the bruise. “Ice will definitely help with the swelling. What happened?” He asked,

“I dropped my phone and it hit me against the cheek,” I lied,

“...well this is a very big bruise just from your phone falling on your face,” he exclaimed.

“I bruise easily,” I retorted.

“Is there something you want to tell me Ms. (l/n)?” He asked, placing a bag of ice, wrapped around with paper towels onto my bruised cheek.

“Nope. Nothing. Thank you Dr. Kim,” I told him, quickly leaving the nurse’s office. Not realizing that Jimin wasn’t in tow.

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{Jimin’s POV}

“She was lying, wasn’t she?” Dr. Kim asked,

“She was Jin-hyung,” I told him. Jin was the step brother of Jungkook. Looking up at him, he nodded in understanding.

“Her parents?” Jin asked,

“Sister,” I answered. “Ah~ She really is cold,” I sighed, looking at Jin.

“And I see she has found a way to capture your heart,” he chuckled,

“She intrigues me. I want to know more about her,” I told Jin honestly,

“Curiosity, hm? Well, be careful. Don’t want you to be making rash decisions now,” Jin chuckled, as I soon left his office waving him a quick goodbye, I ran over to Chem class. When I reached it I saw (y/n) sitting in her usual seat, except where I usually sit there was a bag there, pouting I was about to head to the front until I saw (y/n) grab the bag and put it down, still not looking at me but I could see a small smile form up.

Smiling, I quickly took my seat. “Thanks,” I whispered. “No problem, Pinky,” she replied, twirling a strand of my hair before zoning in on the lecture as Mr. Choi walked in.

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A/N: I decided to do a double update since I didn’t update last time.

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I have a prompt! Basically, 4 gets sick, but is being SUPER stubborn. Sarah Jane basically ends up having to drag him into the medbay. Cue the two of them being awkward in love, and Harry just being... awkward. Thanks, and keep up the amazingness!

@dearsarahjane @lady-sci-fi

Okay so I went overboard and also didn't know how to end it so I apologize for the ending but I wrote a little fic.

Sarah Jane was not an idiot.

She had been traveling with The Doctor and Harry nearly a month and knew,m the curly haired Timelord was lying to her face. Not to mention doing a terrible job at it.

He was nearly shaking and was shivering in his four layers (that being undershirt, shirt, vest, scarf) of clothing. He was paler than usual and his eyes seemed dull and expressionless in his face.

“Now, really I am fine…” he said holding back a cough.

“Doctor your voice is hoarse and your shivering.” Sarah Jane said softly to him as she held a hand to his forehead. He seemed to blush almost and gently brought her hand away.

“Im fine just a little…er humans call it? A cold?” He asked reaching for the English dictionary on the library bookshelf.

“No…no books, look at me hmm? Harry can you look him over?” Sarah asked turning towards her companion who was reading on galactic medicine.

“Oh? A cold you say?” He asked standing to find a book on Gallifreyan medicine. The Doctor sneered at him, not wanting to discuss even his favorite anatomy with The Imbecile at that time.

“No need Harry, I only want to sit with a book and read to take my mind away from my simple normal cold.” He said before sneezing, something Sarah wasn’t sure she had ever seen him do before.

“Doctor..” Sarah asked.

“Now don’t whine at me. I hardly need you humans fussing over me!” He growled before coughing painfully again. Sarah Jane was silent and Harry braced himself knowing he had gone too far.

Sarah Jane pouted and stamped her foot in anger and fear for him. Harry seemed terrified of her fiery spirit as it took hold.

“DAMMIT DOCTOR DO I LOOK STUPID TO YOU??” Sarah Jane shouted at him. Even the TARDIS was silent as the grown human man and Timelord looked up at her. He looked down in shame knowing he was mean in his comments.

“COME ON. WE’RE GOING…NOW!” Sarah said to him helping the Timelord up. He obliged and slowly followed her.

“YOU TOO HARRY!” She barked at the medical doctor who immediately stood and followed her obediently.

Her two boys wandered with her into the infirmary where the TARDIS was already up and buzzing with medical instruments and items to help diagnose her pilot.

“Sit...” Sarah said to The Doctor, who in much better lighting seemed worse. His poor nose and cheeks were a reddish pink and he groaned under the heavy TARDIS lights.

“Harry is there anything to help us here?” Sarah asked. Harry looked around the room and into his book. The Doctor sighed and rolled his eyes.

“The scanner on top of the left cabinet with the glory red bit on it Harry, turn it on and point towards me.” The Doctor said trying not to scowl under the infirmary lights as he used his scarf to shield his eyes.

“Oh thank you.” Harry said with a sheepish smile.

He did as he was told and the machine beeped and vibrated in his hand.

“What does it say?” Sarah Jane asked worried about him even though she was trying to hide it.

“It seems to say Martian flu?” Harry asked. The Doctor groaned.

“I thought I had my flu shot already…How did I get it again this year?” He whined sounding very much like a teenage boy who didn’t get enough sleep.

“What is the cure?” Sarah Jane asked still worried.

“Hmm, well scrolling down it says lots of fluids, rest, and chicken noodle soup.” Harry said with a smile.

“Hmm, I think the TARDIS has a kitchen around here somewhere. Doctor where’s your bedroom so we can get you some rest?” Sarah said immediately determined to let her Doctor feel better. She headed down the hall and opened a door that was mysteriously unlocked.

“NO! Sarah we are not going in their!” The Doctor shouted as Sarah stepped inside his room.

“Oh my.” Sarah said softly when she opened the bedroom. It was not at all what she expected. She had expected it to be full of tinkering tools and toys he liked to scatter everywhere but instead found it...nice?

It was clearly an alien design with a circular blue bed and dark walls, but it was calming and peaceful like the expansion of space. It was tidy and besides some socks and a pair of boxers next to his hamper it was spotless. Sarah turned and found a wall with what seemed to be dozens of faces. The TARDIS hummed happily lighting up artificial stars on the wall.

Her picture was there along with Harry’s and the brigadiers and she understood. These were the people he had traveled with.

“Doctor...this is...beautiful...”Sarah said softly as the grouchy and tired Timelord went into his closet to change.

“It’s not supposed to be an open door exhibit but a certain ship doesn’t want me to be alone apparently even though I’m Fine.” He growled.

“I’ll get some tea and soup going yeah?” Harry asked wanting to leave and go as far away as possible from the grumpy Timelord.

“Okay Harry...” Sarah Jane said softly looking at the faces. The largest frame was of a young girl with short nearly black hair and an adorable smile. There was circular gallifreyan that appeared next to it that Sarah didn’t understand. The closet door opened and The Doctor was in gold and TARDIS blue pjs with his scarf safely looped around him. He climbed into bed snapping Sarah out of her awestruck view of the photo gallery and focused back on her sick companion.

She tucked him in and pulled a fleece blanket over his to keep him warm and cozy.

“There you are, nice and cozy.” Sarah said happily.

“Yes. I feel like a...er dumpling all wrapped up.” He said growing sleepier and sleepier. Sarah smiles feeling better that he was safe and felt comfortable around her and Harry to sleep. She ran fingers through his soft curls making him relax and further fall into his dreams. After about five minutes she realized she had lulled him to sleep. Harry brought in some soup and smiled seeing their alien friend had fallen asleep.

It was weird to see him so still and quiet. They sat with their bowls and silently watched over him as he began to heal with their help.

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Anywhere you go

let me go, too

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In the deepest dark she’d ever known, no sound was ever so ghastly and hair-raising as that of the unnatural echo of Penimra’s words. They were less words and more horrifying sounds; whispers that clawed at the back of her mind and made Essätha shudder as he read aloud the alien runes upon the pillars and walls in the corroding labyrinth. He had stopped entirely translating them in the common tongue; for which she was grateful. Hearing the twisted language of Deep Speech was enough. Knowing the incantations he murmured were gruesome promises of torture ahead was even more unnerving.

As each gnarled turn lead to more dead-ends, damp corners, and overgrown areas where deadly plants had taken over and the decayed bodies lay stacked, her hope began to fade further and further into away.

They would not be leaving this hellish place alive.

“We should stop to rest,” Ravamora insisted, her sleeve covering her nostrils to block the stench of mildew. “I haven’t smelled any decaying bodies lately. Maybe no one has gotten this far in?”

“Or maybe whatever abominations may yet reside in this hell devoured their victims whole,” Abernathy concluded. Essie had to side-step to avoid a drip of blood falling off the end of his axe from the fiend he had cleavered in half not but just a few turns and twists ago. Or what felt like a few turns and twists. She felt hopelessly lost in the depths of the chaos of the winding maze.

Lingering behind her; still adjusting the darkvision goggles upon their face with discomfort, Sulhadur added in: “Unless anyone is feeling unwell with fatigue, I agree we should keep moving forward. I’d like to get out of this place.”

“I don’t think I could sleep here even if I was exhausted,” Adela choked, wrapping her tail firmly around herself like a security blanket.

“Let’s just keep moving,” Pen stated; his voice hoarse from uttering the harsh ancient language. “There’s more of these scriptures to read.”

Hoping the mental health of their warlock wasn’t becoming obsessed in the texts, Essie shuddered and without argument, pressed on. Her wary legs were tired; feet dragging sluggishly. The walls felt cramped the further they got themselves lost within the realms of tunneling walls. Every second felt endless; spiraling further into nothing with no result.

The scurrying of Pri’cha’s small limbs bounded in random spurts to catch up to them. Glancing back, the Yuan-Ti woman noted the helpless bug trying to make sense of their surroundings. Within their clawed digits they held a journal, which they were scribbling notes on direction and flipping through tirelessly to try drawing an accurate map should they become lost.

Too late for that, she thought sourly. Not wanting to upset the fluffy innocent Thri-Kreen though, Essie didn’t snark her bad mood upon the distressed looking cleric. They were only doing the best they could, in uncertain circumstance.

As something brushed by her right side, Essätha shuddered and flinched warily. With a squint of her gaze, she glimpsed over to where the nobleman, too, had jumped in surprise. His boots scuffled against the slick cool ground, trying to give her space in the cramped quarters.

“Difficult to breathe,” she rasped, her lungs feeling constricted from the stale air and pungent odor.

“Mmm,” Lord Amon agreed in a rumbling echo. His mouth was only parted enough to breathe through; not daring the smells to enter his nose. She didn’t blame him.

A slight haze continuously covered at the lenses of his nightvision goggles, and he wiped at the condensation with irritation from the hot puffy air of his breathing with the linen tightly grasped in the hand baring his shield. As he reached up to repeat the action for the dozenth or so time, she reached for the handkerchief to gently wipe at them herself.

He smiled. “I can do it; I’ve got two hands.”

“And the other is carrying a sword,” she reminded him. “I’m still waiting for you to bonk yourself on the head with the shield every time you raise your hand to do this.”

To her amazement, he rasped a chuckle despite their dire circumstance.

“I’m not sure if I should be flattered by your gesture, or offended on the blow to my common sense.”

“To be fair, I’m considering my own intelligence when I say this, not your own.”

He huffed at her remark in a way that said he disagreed. With no further response however, she turned her attention back to the front of the group as Penimra lead them onward further into the black void of passages.

Through the crooks and bends, snaking past crumbling walls and stumbling over cracks and risen blocks, the party trailed along the silent corridors. Only their boots and breathes echoed like an eerie symphony. Essätha felt as though she was going mad, listening to the sound of her heartbeat in her ears.

“Hurmph,” Penimra paused, swaying their rounded hips in place as they stood before what appeared to be another dead end. He tilted his head slightly, the mask upon his face adding to the comical bird-like gesture.

“What is it, nister Peninra?”

Ignoring the hushed inquiry from their devoted cleric, the warlock raised a gloved hand to rest upon the stone. The rune upon this one didn’t appear inscribed, so much as scribbled on with ink.

“This one’s different,” the high-elf remarked. “It’s newer; not written like the others.” The transcribing smeared a bit beneath his touch. The Yuan-Ti’s stomach knotted as it revealed a reddish tint beneath the aged oxidized brown.

Blood.

The verse letters began to glitter faintly, and the wall began to part before their very eyes. Everyone shuffled a few steps back warily, as the opening yawned open before them. The transaction was smooth; timeless as though built yesterday. The walls did not groan, and barely any dust stirred from the settled structure.

“Oh thank Torm,” Abernathy brightly explained. “Finally; a way out.”

“I don’t trust it,” Adela whispered. “Pen, what did that rune say?”

With one foot already slid over the threshold, the paladin orc came to an abrupt halt. They appeared torn between running through, and remaining a statue in place from the sorceress’ words.

“Enter,” Penimra validated, standing curiously still. “All that rune meant, was ‘enter’.”

“What do you suppose we do, Adela?” Essätha spoke up; her voice dry and croaking. “Continue wandering in hopes for a better way out?”

“There’s no reason for attitude-”

Sighing, Essie crossed her arms, ignoring the red Dragonborn’s lecture. She was achy, thirsty, and fighting hunger purely through her disgust for her surroundings She didn’t trust to eat or drink a drop here, without something dripping from the ceiling into her food and contaminating it.

“Allow me to go first,” Abernathy politely offered. “If this is a chance at getting out, I think we should take it. I will protect you, Adela, I promise.”

She worried for a moment that the pink Tiefling would reject this notion. Chewing on her lip, her jewelry jingling quietly in the dead silence. But Adela finally and thankfully accepted after a few moments pause, bobbing her head up and down, and with no further argument from the tired remainder, Abernathy proceeded onward through the new gateway.

A light shoulder brushed against hers as they squeezed through the doorway. Essie leaned away instinctively, trying not to suffocate anyone with her presence. With a glance, she spotted the green filters of the darkvision goggles on Amon’s face, stealing away the dark blue of his eyes as he looked back at her.

The contact was not accidental. His hand grazed along hers; the shield to his back. A touch so light it was easy to consider she was only imagining it.

She took his hand and squeezed with a demure smile.

He appeared unsettled.

“M’lord?”

“We’re going to follow the instructions painted in what could arguably be blood at a dead end stone wall?” he contended unhappily. “Does this really sound like the best course of action?”

She sighed uncomfortably. “No. But what if it does offer us a sustainable exit? We don’t know who, or what, made this entry, let alone if it’s still alive.”

“And if it is how it appears: a trap?”

“We’ve had to behead, burn, and assault various monsters so far in this labyrinth,” Essie pointed out. “If it’s just one more, I think we should be able to handle it.”

A long, tired sigh escaped the nobleman. He flexed his hand around hers as he murmured to himself, “Are you sure about that?”

Those had to be some of the most eerie words she’d ever heard. They plagued doubt into the mind like a scavenging infection, raging on the mind. It was the whispering uncertainty of a god’s mockery in the back of the mind, and it made her feel much less certain about her enthusiasm in running headlong into what she hoped to be freedom.

The single path seemed to take them deeper and deeper into the unknown, and further away from the maze left behind them. She began to question the length of the open room, and it’s security, when something crunched beneath Abernathy’s boots ahead.

Everyone came to a deafening halt, to examine what he’d stepped on.

“Rat bones.”

An exhale of relief echoed amongst them.

“You’d expect vermin, right?” Adela laughed almost hysterically with fear. “There’s nothing strange about rat bones scattered around the room, right?”

“Scattered?” Sulhadur breathed. “They’re all pretty uniform to me, Adela.”

“No,” she corrected, her voice showing her confusion. “There’s more, right over here.”

“… And here,” Ravamora whispered. “And here,” Pri’cha chirped.

Sure enough, as Essätha followed their pointing fingers, her eyes zeroed in on the random other pieces of bone. They all appeared mostly small, but none appeared to be part of the skeleton of the rat Abe had stepped on. These were random pieces. Part of a rib here of some small creature, a femur from what looked like another there, and then there was a finger bone there…

“Are they all parts of rats?” Penimra asked almost hopefully.

The tightness of Amon’s hand against hers increased. “Let’s keep moving, quickly.”

There was no disagreement to investigate. In a burst of energy, the cautious footsteps that had began to take them through the new passage began to pick up speed. As it did so, the air temperature; which had been unnoticed to them as growing chillier, began to change. It grew colder and colder the deeper into the rabbit hole they fled. The air seemed to have a draft; or perhaps it was simply them, rushing, feet clamoring, the sound of their footsteps like thunder in the bleak silence.

Walls began to open further and further, revealing a chamber’s space. The air was misted with hanging crystals of moisture. It caused Essätha to shiver not just from the biting cold to her sensitive nerves, but from the liquid suspended in the air. It was almost artful; rain frozen in time, you could almost make out the visible microscopic snowflakes drifting as the air escaped lungs in clouds.

“There’s a door!”

Essie followed the bubbly, sob-like relief in the jeweler’s voice. Sure enough, there was what appeared to be a half-collapsed threshold on the opposite side of the room. It looked like a tight squeeze to pass through for some of the party members, but it was a promising change to the dreary room and nightmare tunnels far behind.

As they stepped inside the misty terrain, a growing sense of paranoia enveloped her. Static seemed to sizzle and crackle in the air; or was it just the chill in her goosebumps? Her eyes moved around the room, and she quickly realized she was not the only one to recognize the charge as some of the others began to gaze around.

To her deepest regret, Amon released her hand to retrieve his shield.

“What are all of you pausing for?” Sul asked, oblivious. He scanned the area like the rest of them, taking up his impressive shield to offer cover towards anxious-looking warlock near him.

Essätha held her breath as she turned in a tight circle. Amon’s attendance shifted from her side, to angular; giving her partial cover with his body and shield as the group formed a loose ringed circle with each other. His breathing was relaxed compared to her own; more ragged, adding to the haze of white swirling around them.

To the right, just out of sight between the fog and darkness, a boulder quivered and moved. It’s bumpy, discolored surface flexed like a quivering egg ready to hatch. It rolled to one side, and then the other.

“I can’t see shit,” the warlock whined.

“Shush,” Abe growled. “Look. Listen.”

Essätha squinted through the darkness with her superior darkvision, seeing something floating independently in the air. It’s shadows moved; a spherical orb of milky flesh white.

A singular crimson eye turned towards them and hovered.

Instead of words, a horrified and breathy hiss burned through her chest as she raised a hand; a flurry of magic sparking in violet hues along her fingers.

The words barely spat out of her mouth, and suddenly, the mound of cancerous looking skin flew in their direction. Her Chill Touch missed the erratic movement of the hovering creature as it twisted out of the way, and her companions all turned their attention in the direction she was.

Emitting curses in the Deep Speech she only recognized the sound from Penimra’s repetitive translations, the creature launched itself at them. Some of the ridges and bumps on its bodies suddenly extended. Arm-like appendages exploded outward; further, and then further still, and the collective screams of half the startled party filled the room in a unified echo as tentacles came swatting upon them from the monstrosity.

The one directed towards her was quickly adverted; slamming against Amon’s shield as he flung it up protectively. A second limb smashed against Sulhadur’s thick armor, doing effectively nothing. The third slapped Penimra, looping itself partly around his waist.

The high-elf let out the most alarming screech; their beak-mask opening to reveal rows of gnarled teeth. As disturbing as the cursed elf’s face was, Essie had seen it before. Seeing the rows of teeth at the end of the alien creature’s appendages; their color red and pulsing with life-blood, pierce through his clothes and into flesh however was a whole new kind of terror.

Gushes of red swelled around where the tentacle planted itself, and like a vampire to prey, it fed in horrifying gulps from its toothy limb like a ritualistic death kiss.

“Let go of my boy!” Abernathy suddenly roared, lifting the axe from his shoulder as he charged forward. His arms reared back, his legs braced, and Essätha watched as the weapon came down upon the monstrosities rounded, ugly body.

It screeched; the sound coming from seemingly every direction. As it howled and writhed, it’s many-limbs flinging themselves wildly around, Abernathy too let out a startled cry. Arcs of static seemed to burst from the wound; lightning coursing up the paladin’s arms and leaving dark scorch marks and the smell of seared flesh stinging the air.

She sucked in a breath as Amon stepped forward on one side, Sulhadur on the other, and the pair raised their swords to bring them down upon the appendage wrapped around Penimra. The creature bellowed and thrashed further as blood oozed and spurted; the limb nearly detached from the furiousity of the two blows. Unlike the previous blow directly upon it’s body, there was no after-shocks of electricity to catch on their weapons like lightning rods.

Fear overwrote all reason.

Adela casted; a flurry of fireballs zipping past the floating orb of the creature’s mass as it jerked from side to side. Pri’cha, quick as their little feet could manage, barreled to the front to raise their lit candlestick and utter a cry to Pelor. To the utmost misfortune; it was thrown off entirely by the beast’s movements.

Another lashing of its limbs, and the beastly abomination flung its limbs around once again. One struck Abernathy this time; finding nothing to latch to than armor, which cracked a few of its ‘teeth’. The second hurled towards Pri’cha, finding it hard to make purchase on the cleric. The third, still weakly squirming, turned redder in color as it sucked a massive surge of blood out of the warlock.

In a single violent shudder, Penimra collapsed.

Run.

Her legs were stuck. She could not urge the muscles to move. It was as if she was turned to stone.

Essätha watched, transfixed, as Adela howled in terror for their high-elf companion. She flung herself to grab at him, falling with the man as he slumped down. Another rise of their weapons, and Amon and Sulhadur hacked into the squirming limb, leaving it hanging by only tendrils. Almost as soon as they were lifting their weapons again, Abernathy let out a curse of his own as a sneaky tendril throttled him; physically knocking the man- the towering figure of their impervious paladin- flat on his rear and failing to suffocate his arm in a vise-grip.

Ravamora; who had taken towards running for the exit, lifted their bow to fire an arrow towards the orb, missing entirely. “Come on!”

The creature’s eye locked on to Essie, meeting her gaze.

Run, little girl.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She could run.

How far, though? How fast? Would her legs fail her, or would they never stop; never halt, never give her a chance to look back, to see what she left behind, to see the slaughter, the massacre, the failure, the devastation in wake of a lifetime of mistakes.

Amon grabbed hold of Penimra, grunting heavily as Sulhadur’s sword came down once more to detatch the remaining repulsive limb. No sooner, he turned to grab Pen’s legs to help carry him out; a shimmer of magic emitting from his hands.

“Niss Essie, help us!” Pri’cha urged; lifting their candle. The source of light was vanished in an instant; just like their lives seemed to be. A wriggling limb slapped the candle, breaking it, and swatted the tiny bug hard enough to make them trill sharply in agony.

Adela tripped over her own tail, yelping as she lifted her hand. A blast of fire erupted; searing the chilled air and making condensation rain drops drip mid-air. One ray pelted the monster’s body and it recoiled, leaving a guttural sound of pain and anger. Abernathy in turn winced, trying to hack at the creature as embers rained down upon him, spots of blood appearing where the teeth gauged into the side of his neck.

She felt like a detached entity. Her hand raised, the snake-shaped magic missiles warping into existence and volleying across the span of distance. Two seemed to blankly be dismissed, striking limbs, a third to its side, and then the final hit just below, infuriating the beast further.

As Ravamora fired off another arrow; the end jabbing a limb, the monster lunged. One limb pulsed with Abernathy’s blood, and two more came flying out towards her braced position.

Run.

She did not even flinch as the extended body part hit her. One struck her squarely in the face; and she gasped with surprise more than anything. The other hit her abdomen, the winding of the limb dragging against her stomach as it latched on to soft skin beneath her shirt.

It was like being bitten and having electric currents bursting into your blood vessels all at once.

Essie shrieked; her brain screaming at her to function, to release the tension in her legs.

“Follow Rava; we’ll see if we can’t blockade the exit!” Abernathy gurgled, thrusting his axe downward in an arc. Between the pouring blood that spurted out of the wound, and the visible charge of electrical fields zapping outward, the paladin of Torm cried out in astonishment.

Adela, way ahead of Abe, was already with the other two gentleman carrying away Penimra. She said something; something Essie’s muffled eardrums could not make out, before gesturing with her hands and casting yet another bombardment of pluming fire. They sporadically went everywhere in her panic; one lighting Abernathy’s pants leg on fire and another coming dangerously close to Ess as she physically grabbled with the strength of the appendage draining her of blood.

“Sir Adernathy!” Pri’ weakly exclaimed, raising a dagger. They seemed to hesitate with the physical embodiment of a weapon, before bringing it crashing down upon the beast’s limb, and throwing yet another at it’s body.

It roared with fury, twisting and lashing it’s limbs.

Boots and clawed-feet clamoring, Sul joined the bug-cleric in raising his sword to hack at another limb. Another arrow followed; puncturing the animalistic being’s side with a warbled sound of pain. It flung out more of its tentacles, one smashing into Sul’s horns uselessly, another slapping at Pri’, and it’s third and fourth draining blood from its captors.

The color in her cheeks was pale as Essie struggled. Her head felt like it was full of cotton.

Run.

The limb had all but ensnared her waist, and she could feel her vitality faltering.

Flee now.

A blade came flying down at full force, severing the limb nearly in two in a single swipe.

“Run, Essätha!”

She gasped for breath, her head spinning. Pools of crimson dots on her shirt, and growing. She barely staggered in place, disoriented. Abernathy and Sul were yelling distantly; trying to gather the beast’s attention as the remainder of the party headed for the exit, violently waving arms to come.

Lord Amon’s face broke through the surface waves clouding her. He was close, the smell of blood, sweat, and pine lingering on him.

“Essie, we have to go, now!”

The blade came down again, piercing through the limb and forcing it to detatch helplessly, barely in one piece. Amon swatted at it, grabbing her by the hand.

She was a dead weight, and nearly fell against him as he dragged her forward.

One of its limbs not assaulting in vain upon the armor of the paladins was barely deflected from either of them as the nobleman raised his shield.

“Essie, please!”

His voice was helpless. Terrified. She could see the fear in his eyes through the tunnel-vision.

When he pulled at her again, her legs found themselves. Every step felt like an agonizing mile in strained calves.

Another lashing of its legs as fire and arrows came hurtling at it across the room. The beastly thing cursed them some more in the foreign tongue, and a limb came within inches of missing Amon, only to circle back and strike her as she lagged. Her legs stumbled, and she fell against the Illiad heir.

He hit his knees, biting back a groan as she nearly toppled over him.

“Almost there,” he panted, sheathing his blade to take her hand. “We’re almost there, Essätha, come on.”

As he scrambled to his feet, he grabbed her hand and surged her along with him. She was almost dizzy with the vertigo of standing so swiftly, her entire body felt like it was on an entirely different plane than her mind. She sucked in violent gulps of air, fumbling to keep up with his pace as Amon hurtled them through the tight, narrow space to squeeze into the next area.

Sul and Abe broke through seconds behind them.

Slamming weapons and magic into the crumbling gateway, two limbs managed to shoot through before they were trapped. A wall of stone came tumbling down, breaking the monster’s limbs. A distant shriek could be heard as it’s twitching, blood-sucking mouth-ends fell limp on the floor mere inches from them all.

With heavy panting the others turned to glance among each other. A murmur of words, and Sul and Abernathy were busily exchanging the divine healing granted from their God’s to Penimra and each other from glance blows. A dazed Penimra sat on the floor, Adela and Rava on either side of him as they murmured encouragingly to the confused-looking elf with droopy ears. Only Pri’cha, interested by the new and unexplained, cracked open their notebook with a muted ‘fascinating’ as they began to sketch the creature from memory and it’s crushed limbs, jotting down notes.

Essätha breathed out a held breath. Her body visibly shook; grabbing at herself; her chest, her limbs, any part of her she could reach. Her legs felt lead-laid again. Her mind was still in a viscous cycle, screaming at her to run, over and over again. Tears danced in and out of her vision as she tried to comprehend the urgent sense of fight or flight rearing up like a phantom memory.

A hand reached out for her, gently grasping her own. “You’re hurt. Let me-”

Before he could finish his sentence, stepping closer, she jerked away with a winded, wheezing gasp. Her arm fell away from the tender gentleness of his grasp to be held against her shirt, now spoiled with dust and rows of tattered shirt, shredded skin, and blood.

“Essätha, it’s only me,” Amon urged, his voice gentle, but raised to be hurt. He reached for her once more, slower this time, letting her see that it was just his hands, and nothing more.

“May I see, please? Would you let me-”

Another raspy breath, and she ignored him entirely. Run. Run the voice repeated, over and over again. She was afraid and her body hurt; her legs hurt, her tummy especially hurt, she hurt.

Run.

“Essie?” he murmured, more confused as his hands gently, gently, folded around hers.

She met his gaze this time, wordlessly.

His expression was filled with pleading. Worry etched in the lines of his face; drawn deeper than ever. The window to his soul was naked in his gaze. Bruised feelings of worry in those dark blues.

“What happened, back there?” Amon whispered. “Why didn’t you run?”

Warmth like the sun trailed from his touch. She’d forgotten entirely this new magic. The healing artistry of his touch, even before the magic, was pure in just the soft ways he held her hands. Usually it made her so calm, but now, her thoughts were rampant. She wanted to dive her fingers into his hair and fall into his chest and promise it was nothing; and smile up into his endearing face and watch the ways his smile grew. She loved that, most of all; the transition, the way his eyes squinted every so slightly, the softness of his mouth pulled, tugging, trying to restrain himself from a full-blown grin, the tenderness in him and the ease of his expression.

Still trying to find enough air to breathe; it felt so thin and unfulfilling, her eyes could not settle anywhere. Not on Amon; the worry in his face making her insides fidget further. Not on his hands, as she impulsively wanted to ask him to cradle her instead. The floor, mostly, was the safest option.

“I wanted to,” she explained hoarsely. “More than anything.”

“But I was afraid if I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop. I promised you I’d be there. I promised you I’d stay. I couldn’t live with myself, if I broke that promise. I couldn’t live with myself, hurting you.”

Her voice cracked and broke into a faltering silence at the end. The wash of light from his hands extinguished; healing a great deal of the worst of the puncture marks in her chest. It made her breathing no less easier. In fact, her lungs felt more constricted now, than ever.

“… Oh Essätha.”

The wavering notes of her name were so painstakingly drawn out on his tongue. It sounded so beautiful, such a simple thing as a name. It brought her attention up to him, drawn by his voice; a call in the dark.

His eyes were even more lovely than his voice. It was strange to see herself reflected in the dark pools. The center of his attention, and she was unafraid. Quite the opposite in fact; she felt safe, and warm, and special as he wrapped his fingers tighter around her own, taking a step closer into the circumference of her space.

She caught her breath all at once.

“There is no place I wouldn’t follow you,” Amon remarked; his voice thick. “I’d find you, if only to be sure you were safe; and if you never wanted to hear from me again, I would understand, and never bother you again if you desired. If your spirit tells you you need the room to roam free, run until your legs give out, and I will find you if only to assure you that there is still a place for you, at my side.

“But if you ever need to run because you were scared, or in danger, or the world was too much to carry, or you were hurting, you can always run to me. You can always run to me. I will always have room for you, in my arms. I will always take you in; to be your shelter, your shield, your friend, whatever you may need me to be, I will be for you. I am always here for you, Essätha; always.”

He paused, his fingers weaving between her own. “Anywhere you may go, let me go, too.”

With her mouth hanging speechlessly open, she clung to his fingers. They were careful, even in his strength. The returned affection of his squeeze was pure gentle affections.

“… You would chase me, if I fled?” she cautiously inquired, licking her lips.

“To the very ends of the earth.”

“Why?”

His smile was almost pained. “To make sure you are comfortable, and that you are safe.” He paused to take a breath. “I would leave the moment you asked, but I… I would have to make sure you are okay. That you are living the sort of life you deserve, wherever that may be. That you’re happy.”

“I am happy,” she blurted out; all attempts to refrain nonexistent. “I’m happy when I’m with you.”

“I just- I have bad habits; I get frightened and it’s like an impulse, it’s how I’ve… survived so long-”

He held her hands fiercely. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, Essie.”

“I feel I owe you that,” she barely breathed. He was so close; the weight of his lashes were half-mast.

Amon gave the smallest shake of his head. “You don’t need to do that, anymore than I wish for you to drag yourself through memories that may hurt you like fresh wounds trying to explain. I understand all I need, and that is enough. You owe me nothing; you haven given me more than enough kindness, and I trust you. You are entitled to yourself and your privacy.”

Her heart squeezed. She loved him so much, her body ached with longing.

She took the last two steps into his chest, and his arms found their way free of hers and around her as hers did to him. He was filled with the suns rays; warm, inviting, homey. Her body relaxed; melting entirely into the embrace.

“Thank you, m’lord.”

The broad sweeps of his palms rubbed the length of her spine in soothing circles as he nestled beside her ear. “You owe me no thanks, Essie.”

Oh but I do, she wanted to cry. For all the gentle ways you nurture my heart, I owe you that and so much more. Everything. I owe you everything for your kindness.

Stay, her heart whispered.

Stay, her brain echoed in agreement.

For what felt like the first time, a peaceful, coherent agreement. The pair of them, surrounded by their crumbled walls of fear from a lifetime of solitude and agony. Now they were sharing the sun, dancing in the wild unknown, interlocked. His breath tickling against her ear so she shivered. A yearning more profound than any words echoing through her in an endless cycle; filling the chasms of her voided soul.

Stay.

The idea was tantalizing. Tempting. Filled with want.

Gods, I’ll stay the rest of my days, if he’ll have me, her thoughts mused. A flutter in her chest, and her heart twisted and hummed and raced with agreement.

Home is where the heart is, they said. And that was all the reason she needed to stay.

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581 Sensory Words to Take Your Writing from Bland to Brilliant

It’s almost too easy.

By using sensory words to evoke sight, sound, touch, taste, and smell; smart and attractive writers just like you are able to make their words burst to life in their readers’ minds.

In this post, you’ll learn:

The science behind sensory details (e.g. why sensory words are so persuasive);

The definition of sensory words (plus examples);

How answering five simple questions will help you write descriptive words that pack your content with sensory language;

500+ sensory words you can incorporate into your own writing (right now).

Let’s dive in.

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The Colossal Power of Sensory Details

Remember the final scene in Field of Dreams when Ray Kinsella has a catch with his dad?

You can smell the grass on the field.

You can hear the sound of the baseball hitting their gloves.

And you can feel Ray’s years of guilt melting away as he closes his eyes, smiles, and tosses the ball back to his dad.

(Be honest. You’re crying right now, aren’t you?)

Field of Dreams made you feel like you were in Ray’s shoes, on his field, playing catch with dad.

The scene creates such a vivid experience for many viewers that whenever they think of playing catch, this scene will come up alongside their own childhood memories.

Here’s why:

When you paint a strong scene in your audience’s mind, you make it easier for them to pull it back up from their memory. You’ve essentially bookmarked it for them so they can easily find it when something — a sight, a smell, a sound — reminds them of it.

That’s the power of content that incorporates sensory details.

And this power isn’t limited to cinema classics capable of making grown men cry. For centuries, literary giants have been packing their prose with powerful words that evoke the senses:

“Cry ‘Havoc,’ and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial” — William Shakespeare (circa 1599)

In addition to The Bard, authors like Maya Angelou, Edgar Allan Poe, and Charles Dickens excel at sensory language. So do literally every famous poet you learned about in school.

And that begs the obvious question…

Why are Sensory Details so Effective?

Short answer:

Our brains handle sensory words differently than ordinary words.

In a 2011 study published in The Quarterly Journal of Experimental Psychology, experts found that our brains process “tangible” (i.e. sensory) words faster than other words.

And in a study published for Brain and Language in 2012, psychologists found that a certain part of our brain is “activated” when we read sensory words.

In other words:

So, we know why sensory details are powerful. And we know writers have been tapping into their power for a long, long time.

Now let’s define them and go over a few examples:

What are Sensory Words?

Sensory words are descriptive words — using imagery, they describe how we see, hear, touch, taste, and smell the world around us.

Let’s break each one down:

#1. Sight Sensory Words

Words related to vision describe the appearance of something (its color, size, shape, and so on).

Examples of visual words:

Her golden hair looked disheveled thanks to the gust of wind.

He was a towering presence.

I ordered a large orange juice, but the waiter brought me a teeny-tiny glass the size of a thimble.

→ Click here to unfold the full list of Sight Sensory Words.

Angular Azure Billowy Black Bleary Bloated Blonde Blue Blurred Blushing Branching Bright Brilliant Broad Brown Brunette Bulbous Bulky Camouflaged Chubby Circular Colorful Colorless Colossal Contoured Cosmic Craggy Crimson Crinkled Crooked Crowded Crystalline Curved Dark Dazzling Deep Dim Dingy Disheveled Distinct Drab Dreary Dull Dusty Elegant Enchanting Engaging Enormous Faded Fancy Fat Filthy Flashy Flat Flickering Foggy Forked Freckled Fuzzy Gargantuan Gaudy Gigantic Ginormous Glamorous Gleaming Glimpse Glistening Glitter Glittering Globular Gloomy Glossy Glowing Gold Graceful Gray Green Grotesque Hazy Hollow Homely Huge Illuminated Immense Indistinct Ivory Knotty Lacy Lanky Large Lavender Lean Lithe Little Lofty Long Low Malnourished Maroon Massive Miniature Misshapen Misty Motionless Mottled Mountainous Muddy Murky Narrow Obtuse Olive Opaque Orange Oval Pale Peered Petite Pink Portly Pristine Prodigious Purple Quaint Radiant Rectangular Red Reddish Rippling Rotund Round Ruby Ruddy Rusty Sabotaged Shadowy Shallow Shapeless Sheer Shimmering Shiny Short Silver Skinny Small Smudged Soaring Sparkling Sparkly Spherical Spotless Spotted Square Steep Stormy Straight Strange Striped Sunny Swooping Tall Tapering Tarnished Teeny-tiny Tiny Towering Translucent Transparent Triangular Turquoise Twinkling Twisted Ugly Unsightly Unusual Vibrant Vivid Weird White Wide Wiry Wispy Wizened Wrinkled Wrinkly Yellow

#2. Sound Sensory Words

Words related to hearing often describe the sound they make (known as onomatopoeia), but this isn’t always the case.

Examples of hearing words:

He had a big, booming voice.

The sound of screeching tires was soon followed by the deafening sound of a car horn.

As I peeked under the bed, the cackling laughter coming from the closet made the hairs on my arms stand up.

→ Click here to unfold the full list of Sound Sensory Words.

Babble Bang Barking Bawled Bawling Bellow Blare Blaring Bleat Boom Booming Bray Buzz Buzzing Cackle Cackling Chatter Chattering Cheer Chiming Chirping Chuckle Clamor Clang Clanging Clap Clapping Clicking Clink Clinking Cooing Coughing Crackle Crackling Crashing Creak Croaking Crow Crunch Crunching Crunchy Cry Crying Deafening Distorted Dripping Ear-piercing Earsplitting Exploding Faint Fizzing Gagging Gasping Giggle Giggling Grate Grating Growl Grumble Grunt Grunting Guffaw Gurgle Gurgling Hanging Hiss Hissing Honking Howl Hubbub Hum Humming Hush Jabber Jangle Jangling Laughing Moaning Monotonous Mooing Muffled Mumble Mumbling Murmur Mutter Muttering Noisy Peeping Piercing Ping Pinging Plopping Pop Purring Quacking Quiet Rant Rapping Rasping Raucous Rave Ringing Roar Roaring Rumble Rumbling Rustle Rustling Scratching Scream Screaming Screech Screeching Serene Shout Shouting Shrieking Shrill Sigh Silent Sing Singing Sizzling Slam Slamming Snap Snappy Snoring Snort Splashing Squawking Squeaky Stammer Stomp Storm Stuttering Tearing Thudding Thump Thumping Thunder Thundering Ticking Tingling Tinkling Twitter Twittering Wail Warbling Wheezing Whimper Whimpering Whine Whining Whir Whisper Whispering Whistle Whooping Yell Yelp

#3. Touch Sensory Words

Touch words describe the texture of how something feels. They can also describe emotional feelings.

Examples of touch words:

Two minutes into the interview, I knew his abrasive personality would be an issue if we hired him.

With a forced smile, I put on the itchy Christmas sweater my grandmother bought me.

The Hot Pocket was scalding on the outside, but ice-cold in the middle.

→ Click here to unfold the full list of Touch Sensory Words.

Abrasive Balmy Biting Boiling Breezy Bristly Bubbly Bubby Bumpy Burning Bushy Chilled Chilly Clammy Coarse Cold Cool Cottony Crawly Creepy Cuddly Cushioned Damp Dank Dirty Downy Drenched Dry Elastic Feathery Feverish Fine Fleshy Fluff Fluffy Foamy Fragile Freezing Furry Glassy Gluey Gooey Grainy Greasy Gritty Gushy Hairy Heavy Hot Humid Ice-Cold Icy Itchy Knobbed Leathery Light Lightweight Limp Lukewarm Lumpy Matted Metallic Moist Mushy Numbing Oily Plastic Pointed Powdery Pulpy Rocky Rough Rubbery Sandy Scalding Scorching Scratchy Scummy Serrated Shaggy Sharp Shivering Shivery Silky Slimy Slippery Sloppy Smooth Smothering Soapy Soft Sopping Soupy Splintery Spongy Springy Sputter Squashy Squeal Squishy Steamy Steely Sticky Stifled Stifling Stinging Stony Stubby Tangled Tapered Tender Tepid Thick Thin Thorny Tickling Tough Unsanitary Velvety Warm Waxy Wet Woolly

#4. Taste Sensory Words

Taste words are interesting. Though they can describe food, they’re often used in comparisons and metaphors.

Examples of taste words:

It’s a bittersweet situation.

Her zesty personality caught Karl’s eye.

The scrumptious jalapeno poppers comforted Karl after his bitter rejection.

→ Click here to unfold the full list of Taste Sensory Words.

Acidic Appetizing Bitter Bittersweet Bland Buttery Charred Contaminated Creamy Crispy Delectable Delicious Doughy Earthy Fermented Flavorful Flavorless Floury Garlicky Gingery Gritty Hearty Juicy Luscious Medicinal Mellow Melted Nauseating Nutritious Nutty Palatable Peppery Pickled Piquant Raw Refreshing Rich Ripe Runt Savory Scrumptious Stale Sugary Syrupy Tangy Tart Tasteless Unripe Vinegary Yummy Zesty

#5. Smell Sensory Words

Words related to smell describe — yes, you guessed it — how things smell. Often underutilized, sensory words connected with smell can be very effective.

Examples of smell words:

The pungent smell was unmistakable: someone in this elevator was wearing Axe Body Spray.

No matter the expiration date, it was clear from its rancid stench the milk had gone bad.

The flowery aroma was a welcome change after the elevator and milk incidents.

→ Click here to unfold the full list of Smell Sensory Words.

Ambrosial Antiseptic Aroma Aromatic Briny Citrusy Decayed Decomposed Doggy Fetid Floral Flowery Foul-smelling Fragrant Gamy Gaseous Horrid Inodorous Malodorous Mephitic Musky Musty Odiferous Odor Odorless Old Perfumed Piney Polluted Pungent Putrid Rancid Rank Redolent Reeking Scent Scented Sickly Skunky Smell Smoky Stagnant Stench Stinky Sweaty Tempting

Note on Taste and Smell:

Because they’re closely related, some sensory words can be used for both taste and smell. Examples: fruity, minty, and tantalizing.

→ Click here to unfold the full list of Taste and Smell Sensory Words.

Acrid Burnt Fishy Fresh Fruity Lemony Minty Moldy Mouth-watering Rotten Salty Sour Spicy Spoiled Sweet Tantalizing

Sensory Details: Examples in the Wild

Imagine the following headline came across your Twitter feed:

How to Avoid Using Boring Stock Photo Images in Your Content

Would you click it?

Better question…

Could you read the headline without falling asleep?

The answers are probably “no” and “heck no.”

Now imagine you saw this headline:

Much better, right?

The simple addition of the sensory word “cringeworthy” changes the tone of the entire headline. Instead of yawning, you’re thinking of an awkward or embarrassing moment you really don’t want to relive.

Let’s look at a few more modern-day examples of sharp people using sensory language to spruce up their content:

Using Sensory Words in Author Bios

I’ll pick on me for this one.

Here’s the author bio I used for one of my first-ever guest posts:

Kevin Duncan is the owner of Be A Better Blogger, where he helps people become the best bloggers they can be.

Now look at the author bio my friend Henneke wrote for Writer’s Block: 27 Techniques to Overcome It Forever:

Henneke Duistermaat is an irreverent copywriter and business writing coach. She’s on a mission to stamp out gobbledygook and to make boring business blogs sparkle.

My bio is devoid of sensory words (or any interesting words at all, if we’re being honest).

Henneke’s is chock full of them.

Her bio is interesting.

Mine is boring.

The lesson? Add at least one sensory word to your author bio.

Using Sensory Words in Social Media Profiles

Some people opt for brevity when writing their social media profiles, and that’s fine.

But if you want your Twitter profile (or Facebook, Instagram, or any other social media profile) to stand out from the crowd, sprinkle in a sensory word or two.

Like so:

Mel Wicks is a veteran copywriter who knows a thing or two about the effectiveness of descriptive words, so she uses them to spice up her Twitter profile.

Here’s an example from my badly-neglected Instagram account:

“Enchanting” and “adorably-jubilant” are wonderful sensory words — so wonderful, it’s a shame they’re wasted on a profile no one sees.

Look at your own profiles and see if there’s a place to add a sensory word or two. They’ll help your profile jump off the screen.

Heck, see if you can use enchanting and adorably-jubilant.

They deserve to be seen.

Using Sensory Words in Introductions

The opening lines of your content are so important.

If you’re a student, your opening sets the tone for your teacher (who we both know is dying to use his red pen).

If you’re an author, your opening can be the difference between someone buying your book or putting it back on the shelf in favor of one of those Twilight books (probably).

And if you’re a blogger, writer, content marketer, or business; your opening can hook the reader (increasing dwell time, which is great in Google’s eyes) or send them scurrying for the “back” button.

It’s why we put such an emphasis on introductions here at Smart Blogger.

Sometimes our openings hook you with a question.

Sometimes we strike a note of empathy or (like this post) focus on searcher intent.

And sometimes we give you a heaping helping of sensory words:

Imagine you’re sitting in a lounge chair on the beach, staring out over the glittering sea, the ocean breeze ruffling your hair, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of the waves.

In the above opening for How to Become a Freelance Writer and Get Paid $200 – $1K per Post, Jon Morrow uses sensory language to set a scene for the reader.

And it’s highly, highly effective.

Using Sensory Words in Email Subject Lines

Like you, your readers are flooded with emails.

And with open rates in a steady decline, people are trying anything and everything to make their email subject lines stand out:

Emojis;

Capitalized words;

All lowercase letters;

Two exclamation points;

Clickbait that would make even BuzzFeed go, “that’s too far, man.”

You name it, people are trying it.

Want a simpler, far-more-effective way to help your emails stand out from the crowd?

Add a sensory word.

Brian Dean loves to include words like “boom” in his subjects:

The folks at AppSumo and Sumo (formerly SumoMe) regularly feature descriptive words in their subjects and headlines.

Here’s one example:

And sensory language appears in most everything Henneke writes, including her subject lines.

In this one she also uses an emoji related to her sensory word. Very clever:

Now that we’ve covered several examples, let’s dig a bit deeper…

Let’s discuss some practical steps you can take that will make adding sensory language to your writing a breeze:

How Descriptive Words Can Pack Your Writing With Sensory Language

If you’ve taken a good English or writing class, you’ve probably been told a time or two to “show, don’t tell.”

This means you should create an engaging experience for your audience; not just tell them what you want them to know.

You accomplish this by using descriptive language that conveys sensations and lets readers experience your words (rather than simply read them).

And how do you do that, exactly?

Ask yourself these five questions when you’re writing:

#1. What Do You See?

It isn’t enough to tell your readers there was a scary house in your neighborhood when you were a child. Describe the house to them in vivid detail.

What shade of gray was it?

Were the doors boarded up?

Precisely how many ghostly figures did you see staring at you from the upstairs bedroom windows, and how many are standing behind you right now?

Paint a mental picture for your readers.

#2. What Do You Hear?

We listen to uptempo songs to push us through cardio workouts. Many of us listen to rainfall when we’re trying to sleep. Some of us listen to Justin Bieber when we want to punish our neighbors.

Want to transplant readers into your literary world?

Talk about the drip, drip, drip of the faucet.

Mention the squeaking floors beneath your feet.

Describe the awful music coming from your next-door-neighbor’s house.

#3. How Does it Feel?

Touch sensory words can convey both tactile and emotional sensations.

Can you describe to the reader how something feels when touched? Is it smooth or rough? Round or flat? Is it covered in goo or is it goo-less?

Paint a picture for your reader so they can touch what you’re touching.

The same goes for emotions. Help the reader feel what you (or your character) are feeling. Draw them in.

#4. What Does it Taste Like?

Does the beach air taste salty? Is the roaring fire so intense you can taste the smoke? Is the smell of your roommate’s tuna fish sandwich so strong you can taste it from across the room?

Tell your audience.

Be descriptive.

Make them taste the fishiness.

#5. How Does it Smell?

It wasn’t a basement you walked into — it was a musty, moldy basement.

And you didn’t simply enjoy your Mom’s homemade lasagna. You inhaled the aromatic scents of sauce, cheese, and basil.

Evoking the sense of smell is possibly the most effective way to pull readers out of their world and into yours.

So when you sit down to write, ask yourself if it’s possible to describe how something smells. And if you can? Do it.

The Massive Sensory Words List: 581 (and Counting) Descriptive Words to Supercharge Your Writing

Once you’ve asked and answered the five questions above, your writing will be packed with sensory details.

In time, you’ll build up your own massive list of sensory words you can reference and sprinkle throughout your work.

But in the meantime, here’s my list.

Bookmark them.

Print them.

Use them often:

SIGHT

SOUND

Angular Babble Azure Bang Billowy Barking Black Bawled Bleary Bawling Bloated Bellow Blonde Blare Blue Blaring Blurred Bleat Blushing Boom Branching Booming Bright Bray Brilliant Buzz Broad Buzzing Brown Cackle Brunette Cackling Bulbous Chatter Bulky Chattering Camouflaged Cheer Chubby Chiming Circular Chirping Colorful Chuckle Colorless Clamor Colossal Clang Contoured Clanging Cosmic Clap Craggy Clapping Crimson Clicking Crinkled Clink Crooked Clinking Crowded Cooing Crystalline Coughing Curved Crackle Dark Crackling Dazzling Crashing Deep Creak Dim Croaking Dingy Crow Disheveled Crunch Distinct Crunching Drab Crunchy Dreary Cry Dull Crying Dusty Deafening Elegant Distorted Enchanting Dripping Engaging Ear-piercing Enormous Earsplitting Faded Exploding Fancy Faint Fat Fizzing Filthy Gagging Flashy Gasping Flat Giggle Flickering Giggling Foggy Grate Forked Grating Freckled Growl Fuzzy Grumble Gargantuan Grunt Gaudy Grunting Gigantic Guffaw Ginormous Gurgle Glamorous Gurgling Gleaming Hanging Glimpse Hiss Glistening Hissing Glitter Honking Glittering Howl Globular Hubbub Gloomy Hum Glossy Humming Glowing Hush Gold Jabber Graceful Jangle Gray Jangling Green Laughing Grotesque Moaning Hazy Monotonous Hollow Mooing Homely Muffled Huge Mumble Illuminated Mumbling Immense Murmur Indistinct Mutter Ivory Muttering Knotty Noisy Lacy Peeping Lanky Piercing Large Ping Lavender Pinging Lean Plopping Lithe Pop Little Purring Lofty Quacking Long Quiet Low Rant Malnourished Rapping Maroon Rasping Massive Raucous Miniature Rave Misshapen Ringing Misty Roar Motionless Roaring Mottled Rumble Mountainous Rumbling Muddy Rustle Murky Rustling Narrow Scratching Obtuse Scream Olive Screaming Opaque Screech Orange Screeching Oval Serene Pale Shout Peered Shouting Petite Shrieking Pink Shrill Portly Sigh Pristine Silent Prodigious Sing Purple Singing Quaint Sizzling Radiant Slam Rectangular Slamming Red Snap Reddish Snappy Rippling Snoring Rotund Snort Round Splashing Ruby Squawking Ruddy Squeaky Rusty Stammer Sabotaged Stomp Shadowy Storm Shallow Stuttering Shapeless Tearing Sheer Thudding Shimmering Thump Shiny Thumping Short Thunder Silver Thundering Skinny Ticking Small Tingling Smudged Tinkling Soaring Twitter Sparkling Twittering Sparkly Wail Spherical Warbling Spotless Wheezing Spotted Whimper Square Whimpering Steep Whine Stormy Whining Straight Whir Strange Whisper Striped Whispering Sunny Whistle Swooping Whooping Tall Yell Tapering Yelp Tarnished Teeny-tiny Tiny Towering Translucent Transparent Triangular Turquoise Twinkling Twisted Ugly Unsightly Unusual Vibrant Vivid Weird White Wide Wiry Wispy Wizened Wrinkled Wrinkly Yellow

TOUCH

TASTE

Abrasive Acidic Balmy Appetizing Biting Bitter Boiling Bittersweet Breezy Bland Bristly Buttery Bubbly Charred Bubby Contaminated Bumpy Creamy Burning Crispy Bushy Delectable Chilled Delicious Chilly Doughy Clammy Earthy Coarse Fermented Cold Flavorful Cool Flavorless Cottony Floury Crawly Garlicky Creepy Gingery Cuddly Gritty Cushioned Hearty Damp Juicy Dank Luscious Dirty Medicinal Downy Mellow Drenched Melted Dry Nauseating Elastic Nutritious Feathery Nutty Feverish Palatable Fine Peppery Fleshy Pickled Fluff Piquant Fluffy Raw Foamy Refreshing Fragile Rich Freezing Ripe Furry Runt Glassy Savory Gluey Scrumptious Gooey Stale Grainy Sugary Greasy Syrupy Gritty Tangy Gushy Tart Hairy Tasteless Heavy Unripe Hot Vinegary Humid Yummy Ice-Cold Zesty Icy Itchy Knobbed Leathery Light Lightweight Limp Lukewarm Lumpy Matted Metallic Moist Mushy Numbing Oily Plastic Pointed Powdery Pulpy Rocky Rough Rubbery Sandy Scalding Scorching Scratchy Scummy Serrated Shaggy Sharp Shivering Shivery Silky Slimy Slippery Sloppy Smooth Smothering Soapy Soft Sopping Soupy Splintery Spongy Springy Sputter Squashy Squeal Squishy Steamy Steely Sticky Stifled Stifling Stinging Stony Stubby Tangled Tapered Tender Tepid Thick Thin Thorny Tickling Tough Unsanitary Velvety Warm Waxy Wet Woolly

SMELL

TASTE & SMELL

Ambrosial Acrid Antiseptic Burnt Aroma Fishy Aromatic Fresh Briny Fruity Citrusy Lemony Decayed Minty Decomposed Moldy Doggy Mouth-watering Fetid Rotten Floral Salty Flowery Sour Foul-smelling Spicy Fragrant Spoiled Gamy Sweet Gaseous Tantalizing Horrid Inodorous Malodorous Mephitic Musky Musty Odiferous Odor Odorless Old Perfumed Piney Polluted Pungent Putrid Rancid Rank Redolent Reeking Scent Scented Sickly Skunky Smell Smoky Stagnant Stench Stinky Sweaty Tempting

Are You Ready to Unleash the Power of Sensory Words?

It’s time to say goodbye.

Goodbye to lifeless words that sit on the page.

Goodbye to indifferent readers ready to move on to something, anything, else.

You now know why sensory details are so effective. You know how to sprinkle descriptive words throughout your content. And you now have a massive, ever-growing list of sensory words to bookmark and come back to again and again.

Variations of the following quote have been attributed to everyone from Carl W. Buehner to Maya Angelou, but regardless of who said it, and how they said it, it’s true:

“People may forget what you said, but they’ll never forget how you made them feel.”

It’s time to make your readers feel.

Are you ready?

Then let’s do this thing.

About the Author: When he’s not busy telling waitresses, baristas, and anyone else who crosses his path that Jon Morrow once said he was in the top 1% of bloggers, Kevin J. Duncan is the Blog Editor and Social Media Manager for Smart Blogger.

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