How much attention should be paid to clothing desciptions? My story is fantasy so the readers wont be able to picture outifits without description but i feel like those descriptions would be very boring and drag the whole pace.
Think of it like a connect-the-dots drawing: give the reader the dots, and allow them to fill the rest of it in. Because here’s the deal, your reader’s mind will work faster than your description. You will start describing it, and they’ll already be piecing together an image. If you explain every intricacy of the outfit, your description will start to contradict the image their mind created, which will make the visual confusing, not clearer. So give them the main points, and let them do the rest. Does this mean they will see the exact outfit you imagine? Probably not. But do they have to see it exactly how you imagine? Definitely not.
The Booketh of Jelf. And Glory of Jelf the Elf. CHAPTER THE FIRST: Did bless beest thine owneth image, l'rd Jelf, harbring'r of f'rtuity and loveth, and rul'r of our hearts. Did bless beest the followeth'rs of such 'rudite mind and image of comprehension. Hallow'd beest thy nameth, et'rnal protecteth'r
Praise the Lord! Hail! Hail! Hail the Lord and Saviour Jelf!
it’s such a strange thing that we care about what we look like. like have you ever just considered that cavemen didn’t have mirrors or cameras or anything to see themselves up close with and they didn’t even care about what they looked like? we literally come from the universe, all of us, and we have most of the same basic parts/appearance but otherwise we look different. our skin and eye colours change based on where we live to protect us from harm and ours cells join together different to give us our other differences in appearance. we’re just built the way we are to survive as every other animal is. when did we go from recognizing our bodies for their health and grace and strength and resiliency to picking them apart and criticizing them and starving ourselves to eliminate parts of them and comparing them to others? when money became the vital part of owning anything and therefore critiquing bodies and selling products to combat these new flaws was a new marketing technique to make tons of it. they made something so unimportant a crucial part of life and i think it’s pure bullshit. don’t even just love your body but realize that its appearance is actually such a stupid thing to waste your energy caring about.
Relax. Breathe. It’s okay, you have time. Take it day by day and allow things to unfold as they’re meant to. Your life will happen according to its own timing, and you will become the person you’re meant to be.
villains plotting on rooftops when they see batman coming so they’re like “shit gotta hide” duck behind something and then realize it’s batman and catwoman and of course bruce and selina thinking they’re alone start doing their flirting and foreplay until the villain just pops up like “fUCKING GROSS JUST TAKE ME TO JAIL ALREADY”
tattoo artist who can encode magic into tattoos but doesn’t want people to know she can so she just puts low-level luck spells on her clients’ bodies without telling them
jeweller who makes body jewellery and pendants which have amulet properties and draw love and luck and happiness to their wearers without them realising it
piercing artist who keeps the remnants from her piercings and puts them all in little jars in the back of her shop to work sympathetic luck spells on all her clients
and then all three of them slowly realise what the others are doing and end up in a poly relationship living in a little shop in the shitty end of town, which gets curiously less shitty the longer they stay, and people think it’s just the development of the area but the three artists know
and they’re never rich and they’re never famous but they’re always happy because they have everything they need
they have the shop and they have their customers and they have each other
and when their customers are happy and content, they pack up and move on, all together now, to find another space with skin to be coloured and jewellery to be made and magic to be done.
Do you ever think about Harry and Draco dancing? Because I do, a lot. I don’t even think I can do it justice. It’s just
A comfortable living room, the couch and armchairs have all been pushed back. The window is open letting in the distant sound of laughter, a few crickets chirping, a cool breeze creeping in that smells sweet and heavy with dew. There is only a lamp on and the light is muted. A wireless is playing softly in the corner. Draco hums along and Harry smiles. He rests his forehead on Draco’s shoulder, into the curve of his neck. He closes his eyes, breathes out the weight of the day. Draco leads with an easy grace, a firm hand on Harry’s waist. He leans his cheek against Harry’s hair, not really thinking as he guides them in loose looping circles of a waltz danced a hundred times to be danced a thousand times more in this place they built together