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annbourbon · 2 months

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After reading What is...? by @creativepromptsforwriting (if you haven't read her blog or follow her WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?)

I decided to add some of my notes here too. Because it's on the little things I've been studying every night to get better at writing. So please consider this post as part/collab of "What is...?"

★Please keep in mind that this comes from someone whose first language it's not english, so, what for some might be obvious, for others it is not.

Blurb? is a short promotional description on your book. But can also be used to promote movies and other things.

Needs: Hook + Keywords (define an audience) + keep it short and leave them wanting for more.

* Remember to check for spelling and grammar mistakes.

Nowadays you can use quotes from your book as promo too. Pinterest is your best ally here. Make a bunch of attractive images with a colorful quotes and upload it on your social media! ^♡^

Honestly when it comes to promos you should exploit it all (meaning: create quotes, collage, your cover, promos, etc!) Be your own fan. Create a playlist, ambience, set the mood. Let your own world drag you into the woods, do not resist it.

If you love it, other will love it too.

W.I.P.? Means Work in Progress. So you have yet a lot to do to finish your story. it's okay, it takes time \^♡^/

Pathetic fallacy Vs Personification?

Pathetic fallacy

It's specifically about giving emotions to something non-human (objects, nature, or animals)

Writers use the pathetic fallacy to evoke a specific mood or feeling that usually reflects their own or a character's internal state. While I have seen some detractors of using this technique, think of Emily Brontë novel, Wuthering Heights, or Shakespeare in several of his works like Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, Othello, King Lear and Macbeth. Or Mary Shelly's Frankenstein. So study it and use it carefully and you should be fine. Times change but you should write however you want too.

Personification

On the other hand, is giving any human attribute to an object.

Think of The Beauty and the Beast, Alice in Wonderland, and Toy Story as great examples of what personification is.

Atmosphere? is the way an author uses setting, objects, or internal thoughts of characters to create emotion, mood, or experiences for the reader.

For me Mary Shelley with Frankenstein is one of the most accurate examples I can give, but when I think about it, Robinson Crusoe, and Moby Dick, both feel tremendously claustrophobic and desperate to the reader, full of details, the time passes slowly and it's insufferable. Which in theory is not okay because the reader can drop the book but guess what? They're classic because you want to know what happens next. Which brings me to my next point, if you want to know more about the art of writing, you should try the following channels on YT:

Abbie Emmons

She has some interesting videos, but one crazy tip that will change your mind. It actually works. And don't worry, she keeps repeating it over and over so you learn it too. She also offers some courses and several activities like writing together (in case you're trying to write but can't, now you have a date!)

Ellie Dashwood

If you're into social dynamics, subtlety and want to get better writing period stories wether they are romantic or dramas, then she's your best bet. While she doesn't teach you how to write better she does teach you literature and history. And trust me, some of these things can be more than helpful. The way she analyzes and provides for clarification over social situations has made me understand not just Jane Austen but my own time in a different way.

Fiction Beast

This is showing me a lot of literature and making me read classics. Of course it wouldn't work if it wasn't because of Ellie but it's a must! because it does explains a lot.

Ana Neu

I just discovered her and Ellen so I can't say a lot of things but their videos have been really helpful with some of the things I've been working on especially with Fit or Die, so you should check out both of these girls.

Ellen Brock

and of course, he needs no introduction, but if you didn't know, he has several classes posted on his channel which have been helping me tremendously.

Brandon Sanderson

*Disclaimer: They're not paying me for doing promo. I just do this on my own account because I truly admire their work and effort put into it. Plus, I always do this for anyone if I truly admire the way they work. And I believe this is helpful for anyone with hopes of becoming an author. Even if it's just a hobby. Have fun~!

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second-best-sibling · 2 months

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Hatchetfield OC week Day 1

Deal

@hatchetfieldocweek I have a few OCs connected in some way to the Lord's the biggest ones are---

Taylor Keane connected to Pokey

She is a theatre kid to her core. She is prideful and envious, willing to do almost anything to get what she wants. Pokey has taken an interest in her (and her powers) 👀

Kimberly Avila-Jägerman connected to Wiggly

She is the head cheerleader of Hatfield High but is also a closet nerd. She has a lot of anger that she tries to keep hidden. Wiggly finds her popularity and repressed rage interesting and often spreads his influence to her

Corey connected to Pokey

He isn't usually what Pokey would be interested in, being a resourceful troublemaker. But his ability to control sound waves has caught Pokey's eyes.

Dante Graves connected to Webby

He is quiet and awkward and despite his dark aesthetic he is a very friendly person. The son of the town mortician, most people tend to avoid him which makes Webby have a soft spot for him.

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2ndbestsibling-hatchetfield-rp · 10 days

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🤢 (Answer wisely 😉)

FUCK CLIVESDALE!!!! 🎉🎉GO NIGHTHAWKS!!!🎉🎉

Yeah Fuck Clivesdale!!

Fuck em' 🖕

Straight to hell!!!

🎉🎉GO NIGHTHAWKS!!!! 🎉🎉

#secondbestsibling hatchetfield oc #hatchetfield oc #hatchetverse #hatchetfield #starkid #taylor keane #dante graves #sonny keane #corey hatchetfield #kimberly avila jagerman #lauren lopez #kim whalen #mariah rose faith #joey richter #jeff blim

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ohbutwheresyourheart · 22 days

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latest installment in fragments from the google docs: what if dmc characters in bloodborne?

this is one I really do want to finish, mostly for the opportunity to, by the end, put Vergil, V, Urizen, and Nelo Angelo all in the same story and make it (mostly) make sense because of Bloodborne being so fast and loose with what is real

Many years ago, long before Nero was born, Yharnam was ravaged by demons with no hope of recourse. The city screamed, and suffered, until it could only moan like a downed beast with its entrails spilled across the ground, waiting for death to slip in and close its eyes for good. The inhabitants wept behind barred doors day and night, praying that the gods would deliver them from their ordeal.

And, just as all hope seemed lost, the gods were merciful.

His name was Sparda, but he was known ever after more by his titles than his name; the Legendary Dark Knight; the Holy Blade; the First Hunter. A brave and valiant man, stronger - by the grace of the gods - than even the mightiest demons. He fought back the horde, secured Yharnam’s freedom from demonic oppression, and taught his hand-picked acolytes how to follow in his footsteps. Thus was born the Church and its Hunters.

At some point - nobody could quite pinpoint when - Sparda vanished from Yharnam, leaving his honourable warriors to keep the peace and protect the innocent in his wake.

Nero himself never set foot in the charred remnants of Old Yharnam. No Yharnamite with their wits about them would dream of it. The old hamlet is still rife with demons, though nowadays they know better than to stray from the blackened ruins they have clawed back as their own.

He’s heard stories, though, from those few gnarled hunters still enduring from that night. It takes work to get them to even speak of Old Yharnam; most veer away from the subject like fleeing hares, muttering only a few words about flames and charred flesh. The stories he does manage to tease out speak in hushed tones of Lugwig.

A hunter beyond compare; a saint, almost, in his own right; a power uncontested and a rallying point for his compatriots. Until that fateful night when Old Yharnam burned like so much dry tinder. The night when his family perished; though by demons or by the Church’s flames, opinions differ. What is known is that Ludwig quit the city that night and was never seen again, not pausing even to sift through the ashes for those belonging to his wife and twin sons.

One hunter, bolder - or just drunker - than all the rest ventures that it’s for the best, though they are all the poorer for the loss of Ludwig’s strength and skill… for say it was the flames that did for them, would that not make Ludwig an enemy of the Church?

There is not a man or woman in Yharnam who does not dream of fighting side-by-side with Ludwig, and who would not wake in the night in a sweat of terror at the thought of fighting against him.

But, back to reality: this was decades ago. Ludwig, unless he were some preternatural creature (and the rumours do not necessarily preclude that possibility), is long since dust himself.

The demons, though - the demons are always there, waiting for the slightest crack in their defences to rise up and overwhelm them.

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Early evening: the sun begins to dip below the domes and spires, and hunters across the city ready themselves to set out.

Nero is still young but he started early; he’s seen enough hunts to be past the stomach-clenching fear of the fresh blood. Officially, the Church only inducts hunters upwards of eighteen, but the nights have been fierce in Yharnam these past years and there is nobody taking a register of who stays in and who goes out once the sun goes down. Not that he was thrown to the wolves (or allowed to throw himself); Credo was his watchdog until he found his feet.

Nowadays they rarely cross paths, especially during a hunt. Credo joined the Executioners two years ago, elevated to a sphere above mere hunters of demons. Still, the blood of brotherhood runs deep, and Credo does not forget his foster brother. Nor does Nero begrudge Credo his promotion. It helps that he is happy enough where he is; Logarius’s band brings prestige at the cost of endless hours in the chapel and a fervour of purpose that seems on occasion to be bringing new lines and a worrying pallor to Credo’s face.

Credo is here tonight, actually; stopping by to see Kyrie and reassure her they’ll both be home by morning. She’s tough, their Kyrie, but Nero knows when she’s setting her shoulders to emulate the wives of the senior Church hunters who have resigned themselves to incense-filled nights of prayer.

Nero suspects Kyrie will be sending a prayer or ten up to St Eva tonight. It is Burning Eve, after all - and what a night for a hunt - but, even without the added impetus, pious and correct Kyrie has nevertheless always had a soft spot for this particular unofficial saint.

“We’ll be fine,” Nero assures her as he hitches Red Queen over his shoulder and into the holster across his back. “It’s June, the night won’t even be that long.”

Of course, they both know that the hunt lasts as long as it lasts; it starts at dusk by tradition, but the demons won’t recoil at first light like storybook monsters. They have an agreement of such jaunty send-offs, however, to ease the worry of parting. Nero worries less than Kyrie does. As a church songbird she’ll be in the Grand Cathedral all night singing masses to strengthen the hunters and beg mercy (strictly in the afterlife) for the hunted. Surrounded by incense and no small numbers of Church soldiers, in the same building as Sanctus himself, she’ll be one of the safest people in the city.

All the same, he holds her close and breathes her in before he goes. Kyrie hums contentedly against his neck, her fingers twining into the collar of his jacket.

“Come home safe,” she whispers. “I’ll be waiting.”

“There won’t be anything out there to trouble us tonight,” Credo assures her.

As always, he looks torn between indulgence and awkwardness as Nero and Kyrie’s closeness. Nero was raised in their household, and he suspects Credo has never been quite sure whether to denounce their attachment or go down on his knees that Kyrie’s choice settled on a man he inherently approved of. He compromises by, as usual, speaking slightly to the side of them.

Kyrie lets out a huff and pulls him into a hug as well. “Of course not. My brave and valiant hunters.”

Credo smiles and pushes back Kyrie’s bangs to kiss her forehead. “Be safe. Stay in the cathedral, and close to His Holiness.”

Outside, the vespers' bells toll. The three of them tense. It is time to say goodbye.

“We must go.” Credo straightens his robes. It’s an unconscious gesture he’s picked up since his elevation, as if the heavily embroidered white garments of the Executioners - or the responsibilities they entail - sit too weightily on him for comfort.

His gaze flicks across to Nero, who can feel Credo checking off his equipment. It used to annoy him, but Nero recognises the concern for what it is now. Trying to be helpful, he tugs aside his jacket so Credo can see the gun at one hip and the prepared molotov cocktails tied to the other, and then spins a slow circle to show off the sword strapped to his back, but Credo only frowns.

“Noisy,” he remarks, nodding to the bottles. “And aren’t you worried they’ll shatter?”

“Nah, the glass is tempered.” Nero flicks the side of one bottle to demonstrate; his nail reverberates off the glass with a dull ring. “And since when have I been quiet? You know I think subtlety is overrated.”

Credo rolls his eyes; Kyrie tries to suppress a laugh but ends up snorting. Nero winks at them both. He likes to leave Kyrie laughing.

“You have blood?” By contrast, Credo is serious still; the frown lines between his eyes are becoming a permanent fixture. His hand skims over his own belt, where two dozen gleaming vials sit in their padded pockets. “I can spare some--”

Nero shakes his head. “No need, I’ve got plenty.”

Which he does, plus Nico always keeps supplies for him - though she pretends she doesn’t - and Credo will be facing stronger, wilier prey than Nero will tonight. He’ll need all his blood for himself.

“Come on, we need to get going,” he adds as the bells toll again. So many churches, so many bells, that when they ring it is a cacophony, but at least you always know what time it is in Yharnam. On nights like these, the bells can be the only thing to give a hunter hope that morning is slowly but surely clawing its way towards them.

Just so long as the demons don’t claw their way towards you first.

They pause only long enough for Kyrie to fasten her cloak and then leave the house, joining the stream of people hurrying to get to their final destination before night falls. Church folk like Kyrie and some particularly ardent - or desperate - worshippers are heading for the Grand Cathedral to join Sanctus’s prayers, while the hunters are more diverse in their paths. Old friends and new comrades greet each other, exchanging plans for the night; some will rove in bands, while the best marksmen will set up shop in one of the city’s countless high towers to pick off the demons from a distance.

Credo and Kyrie exchange quick, tense pleasantries with various acquaintances, but their eyes and words skim past Nero. An orphan and a whore-spawn, he is noted as a good hunter but that doesn’t quite make up for his origins. In the tightly-regimented, virtue-driven society of Yharnam, it is your blood that seals your fate - and Nero’s has never quite measured up to standard. If Kyrie and Credo’s parents hadn’t taken him in, he doesn’t know where he’d be now. Dead, most likely; pressed into hunting but without a guiding presence to keep him alive.

The three of them stick together down the main boulevard the house sits on, but part ways at the first crossroads. Kyrie goes north to the cathedral; Credo is due to meet with his fellow Vileblood Hunters; Nero… Nero, as usual, has his own plans.

“Be safe!” Kyrie calls out over her shoulder as she is swept away up the street. She raises a hand, pale and bright as a star in the failing light, and Nero raises his own in answer - then she’s gone, and Credo as well.

And where do Nero’s footsteps take him, on such a treacherous night? He exchanges barely a nod with the comrades he spots; for the most part, he keeps his head down, his cap of wizened feathers low over his eyes, and his bandanna pulled up over his nose and mouth. No search for compatriots… not here, at least. Few hunters can keep up with him, and the few times he’s attempted collaboration has ended in either frustration at best or disaster at worst.

That does not mean, however, that Nero is without friends and allies in Yharnam. Even now, he walks against the flow of people before ducking down a series of back-alleys and side-streets. His path takes him by a fountain near one of the city’s numerous stately bridges, then through a smaller square, down an alley, past a heavy wrought-iron gate and into the confines of Agnus’s clinic.

He’s not there for Agnus, who discomfits him at best, but for his daughter. Nicoletta is a comparatively new addition, still a novelty to insular Yharnam, and had caused a scandal on her arrival by diving headfirst into company with the heretical Powder Kegs. An inventor to rival (Nero would wager outshine) her father, she spent three months in the lofty confines of the Church workshop before turning her back on her esteemed colleagues for, as she put it, much more fun.

The Church’s loss is Nero’s gain. For the price of demonic viscera and whatever coin Nero can scrape together, Nico conjures wonders that tantalise and delight him, with his love for chaos, and - most importantly - kill demons with extreme prejudice.

Speaking of which… Nico apparently has something new up her sleeve. Nero has obeyed orders and kept clear for the past two days but Nico swore up and down that her latest creation would be ready for tonight’s hunt. While Nero doesn’t technically need any new toys… well, he’d be a fool - not to mention thanklessly incurious - to say no.

Noise burbles forth from the makeshift workshop Nico has set up in a disused room of her father’s clinic, which Nero takes as a good sign. With wisdom born out of a series of near-misses, he knocks on the door and steps to the side out of the path of any projectiles, whether intentional or otherwise.

A moment later, the door swings open and reveals Nico, grease-covered and grinning.

“About time you showed up!” she scolds him. “I was starting to think you’d forgotten where I live!”

Nero raises his eyebrows. “Weren’t you the one who told me to leave you alone to work on your new masterpiece?”

“Well--!” Nico fumbles for a moment before finding her balance on the reliable footing of brazening out her point. “You’re still late! Look at the time! Now get in here before a demon eats you.”

The Church workshop is a place Nero has set foot in only a handful of times; most of his equipment at the start came second-hand from Credo, or from what Credo and Kyrie’s father had left behind. Still, those few visits were burned into his mind: the gleaming rows of weapons, the cacophony of voices, the whirl of vestments-turned-armour, rank indicated by colour and cut.

Nico’s workshop is… not that. Poky and cluttered with seemingly no system to the storage, though Nico admittedly always does seem to know where to find what she is looking for. Nero also suspects that the chaos is at least partly intentional to better hide the materials she acquires on the black market from other hunters (Nico, having spurned the Church workshop, is now persona non grata to many merchants in the city) or simply steals from her father.Indeed, the only thing that takes Nero back to the high, hallowed rooms of the Church workshop is the smell: gunpowder, leather, oil, and incense. Tonight, it is the gunpowder that he smells most strongly. Nico takes the Powder Keg motto to heart - if a weapon ain’t got kick, what’s the point?

#fragments from the google docs #devil may cry #bloodborne #dante #vergil #nero #kyrie #credo #nico #the second most exciting thing about this fic is #well #if you're familiar with bloodborne lore #and you know kyrie is a woman of faith #i'm sure you can figure it out :)

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roger-paladino · 1 year

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Sketches and stuff

#whispered faith #Lexx wf #Marble Hornets #brim #brain thomas #Tim Wright #okay uh and the last three...#slenderverse #it's Kevin from Tribe twelve Roger from Emh and Kris #but like.... thats nonsense if you're not in my gc (ame and dante)#also Ive never seen TT and do not plan on it I just like kevin/the observer #scribbles

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caiternate · 1 month

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what translations of dante do people read these days. i’ve been seized by the need but i am not even a little bit a renaissance guy and i have no idea where to start?

#la divina commedia #genuine request for recommendations #is there an emily wilson of dante? do people still use longfellow?#my priorities are good poetry and faithfulness to the text #good footnotes would be great

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jodielandons · 7 months

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SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVENT SEEN FAST X

FAST X is literally Avengers Infinity War.

-Dante is Thanos, but instead of collecting infinity stones he’s taking out Dom’s family one by one

-Dom asking Letty “is our baby here” is obviously supposed to mirror Tony telling Pepper he had a dream they had a kid (she’ll probably be revealed to be pregnant in the next one)

-“Former villain has to join the good side because we have a common enemy” trope with Cipher was also Nebula

-The team is split up into mini teams on their own little missions for the same big goal

-They all “die” in the end

In conclusion, Dominic Toretto is now Iron Man and Letty is Pepper Potts. Who do y’all think the rest of the crew is supposed to be?

#fast x #fast x 2023 #fast x spoilers #fast and furious #dominic toretto #letty ortiz #dante reyes #tej parker #roman pearce #this is also a Christian film with all the crosses #and then saying have faith every other scene

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apenitentialprayer · 8 months

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Dante Alighieri, by Luca Signorelli, part of his frescoes in Orvieto Cathedral, painted 1499-1502.

Among the many celebrated geniuses of whom the Catholic faith can boast who have left undying fruits in literature and art especially, besides other fields of learning, highest stands the name of Dante Alighieri[.]

Pope Benedict XV, In praeclara summorum (§1)

Indeed, while there is no lack of great Catholic poets who combine the useful with the enjoyable, Dante has the singular merit that while he fascinates the reader with wonderful variety of pictures, with marvelously lifelike coloring, with supreme expression and thought, he draws him also to the love of Christian knowledge, and all know how he said openly that he composed his poem to bring to all "vital nourishment."

Pope Benedict XV, In praeclara summorum (§8)

There breathes in Alighieri the piety that we too feel; the Faith has the same meaning for us; it is covered with the same veil, "the truth given to us from on high, by which we are lifted so high." That is his great glory, to be the Christian poet, to have sung with Divine accents those Christian ideals which he so passionately loved in all the splendor of their beauty, feeling them intimately and making them his life. Such as dare to deny to Dante this award and reduce all the religious content of the Divina Commedia to a vague ideology without basis of truth fail to see the real characteristic of the poet, the foundation of all his other merits.

Pope Benedict XV, In praeclara summorum (§9)

If then Dante owes so great [a] part of his fame and greatness to the Catholic Faith, let that one example, to say nothing of others, suffice to show the falseness of the assertion that obedience of mind and heart to God is a hindrance to genius, whereas indeed it incites and elevates it.

Pope Benedict XV, In praeclara summorum (§10)

[I]n this poem shines out the majesty of God, One and Three, the Redemption of the human race operated by the Word of God made Man, the supreme loving-kindness and charity of Mary, Virgin and Mother, Queen of Heaven, and lastly the glory on high of angels, saints, and men; then the terrible contrast to this, the pains of the impious in Hell; then the middle world, so to speak, between Heaven and Hell: Purgatory, the Ladder of souls destined after expiation to supreme beatitude. […] Therefore the divine poet depicted the triple life of souls as he imagined it in such a way as to illuminate with light the true doctrine of the faith the condemnation of the impious, the purgation of the good spirits, and the eternal happiness of the blessed before the final judgment.

Pope Benedict XV, In praeclara summorum (§4)

[It is] Christ who is the Way, the Truth, and the Light; the Way, because by that way we advance without hindrance to the happiness of that immortality; the Truth, because He is free from all error; the Light, because He enlightens us in the darkness of ignorance of this world.

Dante Alighieri, Convivio (Book II, Chapter 8)

(Final thoughts; In praeclara summorum was one of five encyclicals published by Benedict XV about a prominent Catholic who deeply influenced the Catholic imagination. Of these figures, Dante alone was the only non-canonized individual to be focused on).

#Catholicism #Christianity #Dante Alighieri #Divine Comedy #faith #Jesus Christ #poetry #art #subcreation #truth #Light of the World #Pope Benedict XV

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