Figurative Language - Tumblr Posts
Whoah. Fantastic. No notes. But I will say: I've never appreciated Aric as a character more. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, JUDE /pos.
He really is a complex character. And now I, too, wonder if leaving all that unanswered matter around him was intentional on Soman's part.
And yes, I completely agree—overanalyzing is what makes it fun.
One other fun thing. At last I've found another song that reminds me of Japeth! (I'd not known its name before and wasn't able to search for it specifically.) It's "Anitra's Dance" by Edvard Grieg. Very sinuous in my opinion.
I am going to cry now
5 things your character can't do while speaking
Choke. Just think about it, seriously. Think about what choking is and imagine speaking while it’s happening. That would fuckin’ hurt, man.
Hiss. Look, it’s just not possible, okay? No matter how “evil” you want your character to seem.
Snarl. Animals snarls. The Beast from Beauty and the Beast snarls. The Hulk snarls. You know who doesn’t snarl? PEOPLE WHEN THEY’RE SPEAKING.
Shriek. Come on, 99% of the time, “shriek” is not the word you want.Let’s face it: if you put an exclamation point at the end of the sentence, your reader gets the picture. Don’t bring to mind banshees and screaming toddlers.
Sneer. I’m not even going to bother explaining this one. “SNEER” ISN’T EVEN A SOUND.
Don Karnage: *content sigh*, I think that went very well, don’t you?
Mad Dog: Actually sir, I think-
Don Karnage: I DID NOT ASK WHAT YOU THINK!
Mad Dog: Actually, you did, I-
Don Karnage: IT WAS A RHETORICAL QUESTION! DON’T YOU KNOW WHAT A RHETORICAL QUESTION IS!?
Mad Dog: Yes sir, I believe it’s-
Don Karnage: NO, NO! THAT WAS A RHETORICAL QUESTION TOO! *facepalms, then sighs in frustration*
Is it just me or can you find the full range of human emotion in the average notes app? I’ve got vents, poems about nature, to do lists, and then the most random vague thoughts that I don’t remember writing.
What does this mean??? Don’t ask me
Lioness: a poem
A lioness is cool, watchful for her cubs. She is responsible, open; she cares for the orphans and works with the others. She is a fighter for the ties that bind her pack together, the ties that keep them safe.
She holds the savannah in her clean paws - or, at least, paws that are clean only when she steps in a puddle. Smart, collected; she knows her high-up place as one who belongs. She belongs because her job is to control her own fate. She does it well.
The lioness is part of the power, demos, and one of the people, kratos. The lioness is fair, free, and roars as she pleases, because all are protected, all are loved, in her savannah home.
Or at least, that's what she strives for.
Snake: a poem
A snake is coiled, lying in wait. He is buying his time with the coins he stole from dead men's pockets. A snake is vicious, his little fangs biting off what he can chew only with a spoonful of shamelessness. He has learned to be soft and secret until the time is ripe to speak his bloated mind.
A snake has thick skin - until someone flips him belly up, and he wails like a child, and sends out his fangs like a thing gone wild.
Pablo Neruda said, "Hatred grows scale on scale..." And the snake has scales as sharp as slate. He rattles his tail, but by then it's too late.
Madness rules, and the snake is free.