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mareebrittenford · 9 months

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Hello there! Just stopping by with a writing question for you. What do you think has improved the most in your writing since you started?

I've gotten better at so many things of course!

But the one thing that feels most significant is my ability to write descriptions.

I always felt so annoyed by how teachers would tell me to write a description of the scene when I generally skimmed over them when I read because they were so boring.

Until a teacher challenged me to do it my way. To use all my senses and write a descriptive opening that felt interesting to me.

After thinking about it I realised that touch was the first sense I used in any new setting. (and why I felt so bored with visual description!) And I started leading with that in my writing. How does the air feel? Hot? Cold? The humidity? the smell of it? the texture of the air. What sort of clothes is the POV character wearing? Not how they look, how they feel. What chafes and binds, what feels good and comfortable.

So yeah, the most important thing I've learned how to do is tell a story where tactile senses lead the way.

#sensory writing #tactile writing #all five senses

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bitletsanddrabbles · 2 years

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Fellow Writers: How Do You Write?

One of the things I get complimented on the most is my dialogue. Particularly with Mrs. Hughes, people comment that they can hear Phyllis Logan saying the lines. The easiest answer to this is that I’m a highly auditory writer. I hear the dialogue in my head before I put it down. The better I can hear a character’s voice in my head, the easier a time I have writing them. Now, this isn’t the only criteria for my being able to write a character, mind. If it were, I could write O’Brien. I do need to be able to get into the character’s head as well, but the sound still needs to be there and the ones I can hear best are the ones I can write best as supporting characters.

(There is a slight exception here in the Dowager Countess, but that’s because I just can’t come up with that many zingers in a row. Seriously, Violet needs to be On Point, and if she’s not talking to you today, that doesn’t happen.)

On the other hand, one of my betas has stated that she’s a highly visual writer (and reader). She can see what’s happening, in detail, which I honestly have a lot more difficulty with. For her a story - whether she’s writing it or reading it - is like a movie.

So I’m curious - how do you write? Auditory? Visual? Tactile?

#writing #writing styles #curious #sensory writing #ways of writing #ways of thinking

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zarawest · 2 months

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Enrich Your Writing with Onomatopoeia

Has anyone ever told you to add more sound-based sensory language to your writing . . . AND then said, but don’t use the words hear or sound because they are overused? Well, it has happened to me, and here’s the solution I came up with. I discovered that many verbs not only describe a motion, but also indicate the associated sound. These verbs are called onomatopoeia. There are plenty of them to…

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#english #grammar #language #onomatopoeia #SAVVY workshop #Sensory Writing #Sound Words #writing #Writing with Splash

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hazel-van-lowe · 1 year

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As someone who is hearing sensitive, and has an annoyingly vivid imagination, I hate when writers say things like "he whispered softly into my ear" or "I could feel his breath on my cheek as he spoke" or "his voice tickled my eardrum" because it feels real like I just listened to the most painful asmr, and I have to slap the book down on the table and literally run away into another room.

Does anyone else have this kind of experience with highly-detailed sensory writing?

#I'm sorry if my writing has ever done this to someone #writeblr #writing thoughts #whispering #asmr #sensory writing #writing questions #writing community

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master-xochimilli · 2 months

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Wish I could tie my pretty sweetheart up, set them all out for me on the bed, have them all nice and comfy maybe I'll settle a soft kiss on their lips before slowly trailing ice around their body— seeing how they squirm and twitch as the cold goes across their skin, a mix of stinging pain and delicate pleasure on them~

Denying their pleads to cum by shoving an ice into their mouth, making them feel my cock grow hard inside their warm little cunt from their desperate muffled cries and whimpers~

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dainluvr · 6 months

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Whumper who sensory deprives Whumpee all the time - apart from when they’re being tortured. So now Whumpee looks forward to their little torture sessions just so they can feel something, anything.

#whump #whump things #whump blog #writing #whump prompt #whump writing #whump scenario #whumpee #writing prompt #manipulative whumper #Whumper #sensory deprivation

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teaboot · 1 year

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I spent a lot of time alone outdoors growing up.

A lot of time.

It got to the point that some days I'd be sitting in the back of my dull beige classroom, and on the outside I'd be staring out into nothing but on the inside I'd be remembering how it felt being barefoot and knee-deep in sun-warmed mud, cutting my palms and soles to bits against craggy rock, leaning into the wind and screaming into the ocean, sprinting through the woods and standing dead silent in the dark in a wheat field in a thunderstorm, and feeling grit under my nails and bone and wood and rock and metal in my hands

And I'd look around at my stupid, flimsy pressboard desk, and the beige walls, and the grey ceiling, and feel soft, stagnant air circulate through the vents in delicate, dainty little puffs against my cheeks, and listen to kids my age who I couldn't understand and didn't feel connected to talk about things that made my brain go numb and melt out my ears while some fake-smiley adult pretended they knew how I felt

While back home where my siblings didnt know me and my parents didn't like me the house would be dark, empty, and cold, day after day, and the only satisfaction I knew I'd get would be if someone twice my size and three times my age got in my face and fucking tried it,

And I'd think,

This isn't real.

This is designed, and this is weak.

This is cardboard façades with nothing inside, this is tissue paper, this is Styrofoam packing peanuts and puffed rice wafers and the bottom three millimeters of day-old room-temperature water

And I'd get so fucking angry, so frustrated, just so stone-cold livid, helpless and furious, that sometimes I'd start to cry, not because I was sad but because my teeth were soft and round and dull and my fingers felt like they were brand-new pink pearl erasers splitting in half and everything was too much and not enough and all I needed in the whole wild world was to shred the air to pieces for the crime of being too fucking empty, too fucking soft, not *real* enough, like a wild animal clawing into prey only to have puffy cotton candy and soap bubbles spill out, sweet and tasteless and saccharine where it should be hot, bright, loud and solid and sharp.

So when the English teacher- a tall, thin man with glasses who smelled like strong patchouli and liked to ask us to "talk about our feelings" asked me to write about my life, that was what I wrote.

He told me I had a "powerful gift" and smiled, flashing straight, dull, soft round teeth.

I remember he'd ask me every day if he could read my work aloud to the class, every single day, and every day I would say "no", until one afternoon he just took my paper off my desk and did it anyways.

I was a rule-follower. Never broke the rules, never stepped out of line. I would never just leave class in the middle of a lesson, so I guess for a moment I was someone else.

I don't remember hearing him start to speak, but I remember sprinting out the door, hearing it slam behind me, and just not stopping until I was somewhere outside with the grass and the sky and the sun and a ringing inside my head.

After a while, I went back, and by then I guess he'd finished talking.

I sat down at my desk and finished the lesson.

I thought I'd be in trouble or something after that, but nobody mentioned it.

After the bell, I went home to the dark, cold, empty house and waited for something to fight.

That was years ago. Decades, now.

To tell you the truth, though, I don't think anything has changed.

#Writing #Long post #Lol #Sensory issues and social issues and isolation and fear #And anger and joy and the loneliness of not understanding #Probably just anxious understimulated and a lil bit feral #What can ya do #Shrug #Old memories

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loonybun · 1 month

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SENSORY WHUMP!!!

- Loud, unpredictable noises to keep whumpee awake and alert

- Strong smells. It doesn’t matter if it’s something that would typically be considered a nice smell. Under the right circumstances or amount of time, anything from the smell of a warm meal to a fancy perfume can invoke nausea.

- A nice bit of pavlov! Associating certain things, such as sounds or sensations, with certain behaviors.

- Just the feeling of a weapon pressed against skin. Not breaking it, not even causing any physical pain, just keeping someone in suspense.

- Sensory-enhancing drugs

- Keeping a whumpee bundled up even in hot weather. Yeah it’s 80 degrees but if you take off that winter coat you’re not getting anything when it hits 20.

- Beating up a blindfolded whumpee. They have no idea where they’re going to be hit next or when.

- Forcing a whumpee to touch an exposed innard or gut. Come face to face with your own mortality AND weird uncomfortable feeling.

- Headphones constantly blasting loud noises. (for work i sometimes have to take orders with headphones and god it is so so painful whenever someone just yells directly into my ears. i am projecting.)

#whump community #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump prompt #sadistic whumper #sensory whump #projecting the sensory issues onto the whumpees out there #sorry guys

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keeksandgigz · 4 months

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For phrases that make you drop to your knees… Ghosting their lips against yours before pulling back with a smug smirk, making you chase them desperately… With Eddie.

god dolly i am- yk what ima let the fic do the talking

this is 18+ minors go do homework

"Jesus, baby, I can read it on your face" he chuckles out, as you watch him puff out another white cloud of smoke, nothing but a burnt roach in between his ringed fingers.

You've been staring at him blow smoke into the stuffy room of his trailer for the past five minutes, as you kept on passing the joint in between the two of you, the fullness of his lips plaguing the darkest corners of your mind. You blink at him.

"Read what?" your tone is aloof, distant, too focused at the way his ringed fingers hold on to the joint, as he puts it up to your lips. You inhale, closing your eyes, feeling the pads of his fingertips slightly brush your lips, a breath hitches in your chest.

He takes the joint back from your lips, sitting up along with you. You're encased in between his legs as he smokes the last of that roach, setting it down on an ashtray on his nightstand. A hand creeps up your cheek, thumb tapping at your bottom lip.

And like a pavlovian response, your mouth drops open while he comes closer, noses touching, and blows the smoke into your mouth. Your skin tingles, a small whimper falling from deep within your throat. A cocksure smile on the fullness of his lips, as he traces the outline of yours.

Your mouth hangs open as he seems to be closing in for a kiss, the ghost of a breath blowing from his mouth, still smelling the smokiness of the joint you two just split. There's a feverish need as you wait for him to kiss you.

He's holding you firmly by the back of the neck, to not let you get closer, while he toys with you, mocks you. Every time you try to close in on him, a tug at the baby hairs at your neck, to keep you desperate, wanting more than a shallow breath on the border of your lips.

His eyes are glossed over and bloodshot from the weed as he does it again, this time a whimper falls from your mouth. Stop teasing me.

"That you want my fingers in your mouth, sweetheart"

#god sensorial writing is so dsndjandanj #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader smut #keekswrites #keeksgetsasks!#moots🫶🏻#dolly 🥀

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xenon-demon · 1 year

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only one (1) coherent thought in my skull right now and it’s domestic steddie with Steve washing Eddie’s hair after he’s discharged from hospital post-Vecna.

I’m imagining Eddie’s being discharged to Steve’s house, because Steve is but a simple man with a saviour complex (and also a crush on Eddie) so he’s letting Wayne and Eddie stay with him. Partly so they have somewhere to be while the government sorts out some new housing for them, but mostly because Eddie needs support for these first few weeks out of hospital and Wayne is away at work a lot. Having Steve around as well means Eddie won’t end up in a situation where he needs a hand but is stuck home alone for hours.

Eddie’s recovered enough for discharge but still requires a lot of physical therapy, and one of the things he still can’t do is raise his arms above his head. He can’t wash his hair pretty much at all, and while the nurses washed it for him in hospital, they didn’t do it frequently enough for Eddie’s standards. His hair has been driving him insane, as the limp, greasy feeling against his face, neck and scalp makes him want to claw his skin off. When he’s told how long it’s expected to take before his arms have full range of motion again, he makes a joke-that’s-not-really-a-joke about going back to his buzzcut days just to avoid dealing with the feeling.

Steve is horrified at the suggestion, and immediately offers to wash Eddie’s hair for him. He also divulges that part of the reason he styled his hair the way he did in high school was because he played a lot of sports, and couldn’t stand the feeling of sweaty hair against his neck and face. Sure, he genuinely did want his hair to look good, but styling it up so it was out of his face was an added bonus.

Eddie’s hair is driving him so crazy that he says yes, especially once he realises Steve might actually get where he’s coming from.

Cue an emotionally tense shower, where both Steve and Eddie are stripped down to their boxers because they don’t want to this fully clothed but they sure as fuck don’t want to do it naked, either. (Spoiler alert, they’d both actually love to have a naked shower together, they’re just both too nervous to bring that up at this stage!)

But then Eddie slips while in the shower, still unsteady on his feet and learning to adjust to his bad leg, so Steve makes an executive decision to switch over to the bath. After a bit of manoeuvring they find a comfortable position to do this; Eddie sitting in front of Steve in the bath, Steve’s legs stretched out either side of him. Between the physical intimacy of having your hair washed by someone else, and the way they don’t have to look at each other’s faces as they do this, they end up talking. They get a lot more personal than they were able to in hospital or during Spring Break, and it’s such a nice experience that they’ll each happily put up with the sensory hell of waterlogged boxers.

Eventually - after Eddie and Wayne have moved into their new place, but Eddie and Steve are over at each other’s houses often enough that they might as well still be living together - Eddie can move his arms enough to wash his hair on his own. He’s gotten more used to his bad leg and can stand long enough to even shower if he wants to. They go about three weeks with Eddie washing his own hair, both of them desperately missing this little routine they’d built but not wanting to admit it. One day, however, Eddie feels so lonely and so tired from physical therapy that day that he asks Steve to wash his hair for him. Steve accepts in a heartbeat, almost before Eddie’s even had time to say the words.

It feels different that time. The energy between them is charged, everything feeling more intimate somehow. It’s so palpable a difference that after Steve runs the conditioner through Eddie’s hair to let it sit for a few minutes, Eddie turns around in the bath to face Steve. He takes a breath, trying to steel his nerves, and asks: can I kiss you?

Steve doesn’t answer him; he thinks the way he leans in and slots his lips in between Eddie’s is answer enough.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie ficlet #domestic steddie #charlie writes things #they are AuDHD4AuDHD in this!!!! they’ve both got sensory issues!!!!!#inspired by my own sensory struggles with unwashed hair #also in this universe eddie absolutely is disabled post-vecna and steve has hearing/vision issues due to head trauma #those things just don’t really come up #might make this into a proper fic if I have time/motivation

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zarawest · 2 years

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5 Ways to Make Your Setting Work for You

5 ways to use setting to make your story better. #writingtip

Setting is where and when a story takes place. But it is more than that. It is also a tool that we can use to add depth, emotion, and character development to any story. However, this needs to be done with care. Too much setting description will slow a story’s pace and create reader boredom. How many times have you skimmed over a long section of setting description? Here are five tricks to make…

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#dialogue #pacing #Sensory Writing #setting description

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the-bar-sinister · 3 days

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Whumpee's burned, or bleeding back pressed against the cool kiss of a metal.

Whumpee's already broken skin dragged carelessly against warm, splintering wood.

Whumpee's bruised body, exhausted hitting the rough, wet cement floor.

Whumpee's wrists and ankles chafing on ropes or chains as they squirm prone on the hard, unforgiving tiles.

Whumpee's chest, heaving and panting as they take great breaths, their body pressed into the wet, grassy dirt.

#whumblr #whump #whump community #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump scenario #whump tropes #whump writing #whumpblr #sensory whump #whumpee #darkfic #dark fic #🦇👁️

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serickswrites · 4 months

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Solitary

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, solitary confinement, small spaces, sensory deprivation

"SHUT UP!" Whumper growled at Team Leader. Whumper had, for the better part of an hour, been trying to hurt Teammate One, but each time Whumper raised their hand, Team Leader began to scream. Scream at their top of their longs, breaking Whumper's concentration.

Team Leader didn't relent. They couldn't. As long as Whumper wasn't distracted, they wouldn't hurt any of the team. Team Leader wouldn't let Whumper hurt their team.

"If you do not shut up, I will make you." Whumper said as they stalked away from Teammate One.

But Team Leader didn't stop. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Their throat was ragged from screaming, but they wouldn't stop. Couldn't stop.

Whumper stalked forward and boxed Team Leader's ears, disorienting them quickly. Team Leader's scream faltered as they listed sideways from the blow. Whumper took advantage and began to drag Team Leader out of the room. "I will have my way with your team. I will. There is nothing you can do to stop me."

Team Leader opened their mouth to start screaming once more, but Whumper shoved a filthy rag in their mouth. "You will not spoil my fun."

Team Leader began to struggle in their restraints, trying to free their fingers enough to rip the rag out of their mouth. Whumper quickly pulled a blindfold down over Team Leader's eyes. Team Leader struggled violently against being blinded, but Whumper boxed their ears once more before lifting them into the air.

"You will not spoil my fun," they growled in Team Leader's ear as they dropped Team Leader.

Team Leader's heart fluttered as they had no way to gauge how long they would fall. Their fall was broken abruptly by cold metal. They were enclosed on all sides by metal. They thrashed against the sides. They had to get out of the box.

"Let's see how you do with some time alone with your thoughts, Team Leader." Whumper whispered in their ear before shoving something thick and cottony in both their ears.

Team Leader was cut off from their senses. Cut off from the world. Cut off and in a tight space. Cut off and unable to help their team. Cut off and unable to do anything but try and calm their breathing.

Time passed. Or didn't. Team Leader had no way of knowing. Had no way of knowing anything. They only had their hope that Whumper would come for them soon. And then they would have their revenge.

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw torture #tw solitary confinement #tw small spaces #tw sensory deprivation #team whump #febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #day 2 #prompt: solitary confinement #queue

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hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 7 months

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Countdown

"Villain, please-" Hero started.

"I told you not to try anything, and what did you do as soon as my back was turned? You realize you could've gotten hurt pulling a stunt like that?"

"I wouldn't have had to pull the stunt if you weren't holding me prisoner!"

"Prisoner?" Villain scoffed, "I've given you everything you could ever want, but if you insist you're a prisoner..."

Villain's expression darkened. They pulled a syringe from their pocket and approached Hero.

"I may as well treat you like one."

Hero scurried back on the bed, but Villain was quicker. They instantly jammed the syringe into Hero's skin, letting the contents flood their system. Hero's body began to feel numb and fuzzy. They collapsed on the bed, unable to hold themselves up.

"P-please-"

"The time for begging is over," Villain said, "here's what's going to happen. We're going to count down from five. I'll start us off. Five..."

Villain produced a roll of heavy-duty tape and began to wrap it around Hero, pinning their limbs together.

"Villain, wait!"

Villain ignored them. They stuffed squeezeballs in Hero's hands, then taped them up into useless stumps. They wrapped the rest of their body up, to the point that not an inch of them was visible below their neck. They then fetched a shiny, industrial black bag. The inside was coated with adhesive. They stuffed Hero inside, ignoring their protests, and vacuum sealed them in.

"Four..."

Villain shoved a squeezeball into Hero's mouth, holding it shut and smearing a strong adhesive over their lips. They then wrapped several layers of tape around their head, over their lips.

"Mm!!"

"Three..."

Villain wrapped more tape over Hero's eyes and the rest of their head. The only thing that wasn't covered was their nose.

"Mmph! Mm!"

"Shh," Villain cooed, "we're not done yet. Two..."

Villain shoved earplugs into Hero's ears, then snapped noise-canceling headphones over them as well.

"One."

They placed an oxygen mask over Hero's nose, that would keep a steady supply of the numbing drug in their system.

"Some time like this should teach you to behave," Villain said, not that Hero could hear them.

Villain left Hero's room and set about putting more security measures in place should their Hero make another escape attempt. Though Villain doubted they would after today. Meanwhile, Hero's muffled screams could barely be heard from their room.

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stimboard-radio · 23 days

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Nischa (Mischa Bachinski/ Noel Gruber) stimboard

✭ with related stims

✫ RQ'd by 🫧 anon !

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lesbianoms · 8 months

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Prey that’s so touch starved and lonely finally being able to curl up inside the belly of their favorite pred.

They feel so safe and warm and snuggled, wiggling happily against the soft churning walls that pack them in so tight. The prey mewls softly as their beloved rubs them and kneads at them from the outside.

Meanwhile their pred is all cozied up in bed, blissed out, finally happy to have someone inside them that they’ve wanted to put away for quite a while. The human-shaped weight in their gut is settling nicely, sending them into a food coma.

The prey is so overjoyed by the squishing and gurgling of the belly. They nuzzle as deep as they can into the cozy nest— the stomach that rocks them to sleep— and they’re so, so happy to accept this snug haven as their new permanent home… to accept their new purpose in life: as a big bulge on the middle of someone they love so much ❤️

#v.ore #v0re #soft vore #vore talk #vore writing #endosoma #safe vore #an otp i can’t tag #goddd fluffy prey thoughts fluffy #I want to experience the sensory heaven that the inside of a tummy must be #same size vore #vore kink #minors dni

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