Types of writing and what they mean:
This is narration
[char]: "This is speech."
[char]: "This is speech" with actions/ "This is continuing speech"
[char]: This is how it is said "This is speech."
(I'm not making a section of story to describe or write how a character ([char]) does an action)
(I'm also not writing a section of story to show how I describe surroundings or place.)
[char]: "This is speech." "With thoughts"
[char]: 'This is thought'
End of writing context(?)
In the heart of Luna Nova, nestled away in a corner of the dormitory, lies a solitary room that seems to whisper rather than speak. Soft, pastel curtains adorn the windows, filtering the sunlight into a gentle glow that dances across the room. The walls are adorned with delicate sketches and intricate tapestries, each telling a silent story of a quiet soul.
A small, well-loved desk sits by the window, surrounded by books with worn spines and scattered parchment filled with the girl's meticulous handwriting. The shelves are lined with jars of dried herbs and vials of shimmering powders, hinting at a deep affinity for potion and elixir making.
A cozy reading nook in the corner beckons with overstuffed pillows and a well-worn blanket, a sanctuary where the girl retreats into worlds far beyond her own. The room exudes a sense of calm and tranquility, like a hidden sanctuary for a soul seeking solace in solitude.
Despite the gentle chaos of books and trinkets, everything is in its right place, each item carefully arranged with a touch of precision. The room feels both lived-in and untouched, a reflection of the girl's shy and introverted nature, a sanctuary where she finds comfort in the quiet whispers of her own thoughts.
The girl who lives in this dorm is called Y/N. She is a figure of quiet mystery, her presence like a fleeting whisper in the halls of Luna Nova. Shy to the core, she navigates the corridors with downcast eyes and a soft voice that rarely rises above a murmur. Her world is a realm of solitude, a shield she holds close, keeping others at bay with the gentle curve of her smile that hints at a hidden depth of emotion. Her shyness and lack or rather, less there of a voice helps keep her closeted.
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Y/N stood in the doorway of her dorm room, a familiar sense of comfort washing over her as she gazed at the serene haven she had missed during the summer break. The soft sunlight filtering through the pastel curtains painted a warm glow across the room, welcoming her back like an old friend. With a quiet sigh, she stepped inside, feeling the weight of her solitude and the familiar embrace of her sanctuary.
As she unpacked her belongings, the room seemed to whisper words of solace, wrapping her in its tranquil embrace. The delicate sketches on the walls and the jars of dried herbs on the shelves greeted her like old companions, their silent presence a soothing balm to her introverted soul. Y/N carefully arranged her books on the desk, each one a cherished escape into worlds far beyond her own, a refuge from the outside noise that she preferred to keep at bay. In the cozy reading nook, she nestled into the overstuffed pillows, enveloped by the familiar scent of the well-worn blanket, finding solace in the quiet whispers of her own thoughts that echoed through the room.
As the day waned and the shadows lengthened, Y/N found herself lost in the gentle rhythm of her solitude, the stillness of the room embracing her like a comforting shroud. She lit a few candles, their flickering flames casting a soft, ethereal light that danced across the tapestries on the walls, creating a magical atmosphere that felt like a secret shared only between her and the room.
Lost in her own thoughts, she traced the intricate patterns of the tapestries with her fingertips, feeling the threads of her own story intertwining with the silent tales woven into the fabric. In the quiet sanctuary of her dorm room, surrounded by the whispers of the past and the promise of a new beginning, Y/N found a sense of peace that she knew she could always return to—a haven where her shy, introverted nature could find respite from the outside world, a cocoon of tranquility that wrapped her in its gentle embrace.
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Glitter & Gold: female reader x Akko
FanfictionI am writing this book because I can... and also the fact that I couldn't find any Akko x fem reader fanfics. Where the love for my girl Akko? Anyway, time for the actual description. You are Y/N Hanbridge, the sister that didn't want to become a de...
