Writing Notes: Habitats

Coniferous forest - Vast areas of Scandinavia, Russia, Alaska, and Canada are the site of coniferous forests—home to moose, beavers, and wolves.

Mountain - High mountain ranges have arctic climates near the peaks, where few plants grow. Animals must cope in dangerous terrain.

Savanna - These tropical grasslands with wet and dry seasons support huge herds of grazing animals and powerful predators.

Polar ice - The ice that forms on cold oceans is a refuge for animals that hunt in the water. The continental ice sheets are almost lifeless.

Tropical rainforest - The evergreen forests that grow near the equator are the richest of all biomes, with a huge diversity of plant and animal life.

Desert - Some deserts are barren rock and sand, but many support a range of plants and animals adapted to survive the dry conditions.

Tundra - These regions on the fringes of polar ice sheets thaw out in summer and attract animals such as reindeer and nesting birds.

Mediterranean - Dry scrub regions, such as around the Mediterranean, are home to a rich insect life and drought-resistant shrubs and plants.

Temperate grassland - The dry, grassy prairies with hot summers and cold winters, support grazing herds such as antelope and bison.

Deciduous forest - In cool, moist regions, many trees grow fast in summer but lose their leaves in winter. The wildlife here changes with the seasons.

Animals, plants, and all living things are adapted to life in their natural surroundings. These environments are called habitats.

Every living species on Earth has its own favored habitat, which it shares with others. These different species interact with each other and with their natural environment—be it hot or cold, wet or dry—to create a web of life called an ecosystem.

Some ecosystems are very small, but others such as rainforests or deserts cover huge areas. These are called biomes.

Life on Land

Different climates create different types of habitats for life on land. Warm, wet places grow lush forests, for example, while hot, dry regions develop deserts. Each biome consists of many smaller habitats and, in many areas, human activity such as farming has completely changed their character.

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Some tips on the do’s and don’ts of adding more description to your Writing

Do‘s:

Make your writing come alive by describing things that appeal to the senses. Instead of saying "It was a beautiful garden," you could say "The garden was filled with the scent of fresh roses, the sound of buzzing bees, and the vibrant colors of blooming flowers."

Instead of just saying what something is like, show it through your words. For instance, instead of saying "She was sad," you could describe her actions and surroundings to show her sadness: "Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared out the rain-streaked window, clutching a crumpled tissue in her hand."

Instead of using general words, get specific. Instead of saying "He drove a car," you could say "He drove a sleek, black convertible, the wind tousling his hair as he sped down the open highway."

Keep your writing interesting by mixing up short and long sentences. Don't always write in the same way. For example, "The sky was dark. The trees swayed in the wind. It felt eerie," could be improved by adding variety: "Dark clouds gathered overhead, causing the trees to sway ominously in the gusting wind, casting an eerie feeling over the landscape."

Use your descriptions to set the mood of your story. Instead of just saying "It was a scary place," describe the setting to evoke fear in your readers: "The abandoned house loomed in the moonlight, its broken windows and creaking doors whispering of unseen terrors lurking within."

Don't just drop descriptions randomly into your writing. Make sure they fit naturally into the flow of your story. Instead of stopping the action to describe something, weave it into the narrative: "As she ran through the forest, the branches clawed at her skin, leaving scratches like whispers of the dangers lurking in the shadows."

While descriptions are important, don't forget to keep your story moving forward. Don't spend too much time describing things at the expense of the action. Find a balance between describing the scene and keeping the plot moving.

Don't:

Using too many adjectives can make your writing sound cluttered and overwhelming. Stick to the essentials and choose your words carefully.

Don't forget that dialogue and interactions between characters are key parts of your story. Use them to reveal personality and move the plot forward.

Don't repeat yourself. Once you've described something, trust your readers to remember it. Don't keep saying the same thing over and over again.

Sometimes, what you don't say can be just as important as what you do say. Let your readers read between the lines and draw their own conclusions.

Avoid using tired old phrases that everyone has heard before. Try to come up with fresh, original descriptions that will grab your readers' attention.

Be mindful of the pace of your story. Don't slow things down with long descriptions in the middle of an action scene. Save the detailed descriptions for quieter moments when the pace naturally slows down.

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vantasariae

2 months ago

my biggest awooga

best friends to lovers — werewolf edition!

important content warnings: 18+ MDNI, monsterfucking, friends to lovers, unestablished mating bond, mutual pining, college/modern AU.

pairing: werewolf!bsf!kiba inuzuka/fem!reader

divider credit: cafekitsune

↳ finding peace in the spontaneous wild (26.2k) — when an accidental encounter with your former childhood best friend leads you to agree to a one-night camping trip consisting of just you two, you discover that there’s more to your friendship than initially meets the eye.

↳ a friend, a mate, and all things in-between (22.8k) — after finding out the truth about the role you supposedly play in kiba’s life, you settle on a compromise of taking things slow and seeing where the wind takes you while you’re at it.

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vantasariae

3 months ago

Romantic Student Things

Locking eyes in the hallway like it’s a damn movie scene, except the only soundtrack is the sound of someone dropping their binder and cursing loudly in the background.

Scribbling little notes in the margins of textbooks, but instead of love letters, they’re inside jokes and sarcastic insults that somehow make them fall harder.

That moment when they both reach for the same book in the library and freeze... her fingers brushing his, the air between them suddenly too much and not enough all at once.

Staying up way too late to study together, but absolutely failing because they keep finding excuses to talk about literally anything else except what’s actually on the exam.

Leaving anonymous notes in each other’s lockers, but instead of sweet nothings, it’s absolute nonsense like “Your hair looked aggressively good today” and “You’re dangerously close to making me fall in love with you, stop it.”

Sitting next to each other in class, acting completely normal, while their knees are pressed together under the desk and their hearts are losing their minds over it.

Having full-on mental breakdowns over finals together, only for one of them to randomly say, “I think I might love you.” Because academic stress and emotional realizations go hand in hand, apparently.

Passing handwritten notes in class, except they’re not just notes, they’re confessions hidden inside random doodles and lyrics that will mean nothing to anyone else but them.

Accidentally falling asleep next to each other while studying, and waking up to realize their hands are still tangled together like some kind of cruel joke the universe is playing on them.

Finding the one place on campus where they can be alone, an empty classroom, a forgotten stairwell, a rooftop and making it theirs. Because stolen moments always feel more real than anything else.

That absolutely insane moment when they see each other outside of school for the first time, no uniforms, no backpacks, just them, and suddenly, they’re seeing each other differently.

Staying after school to “work on a project”, but the only thing getting worked on is their ability to pretend they’re not completely, recklessly, falling for each other.

Supporting each other during nerve-wracking presentations by holding eye contact across the room, because if one of them crashes and burns, at least they’ll have company in hell.

That heart-stopping moment during graduation when they realize this might be the last time they ever get to see each other like this, in this life, in this stage, before everything changes.

Finally saying screw it and kissing in the middle of campus, because the real test wasn’t their exams, it was this.

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vantasariae

2 months ago

never seen a complete building😭

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Minggu Depan, Kamu Berhenti Berharap

Kamu hidup diantara janji-janji yang kamu bisikkan seperti doa. Rasanya seperti meneguk segelas kopi sachet yang kebanyakan air—hangatnya cukup menghibur, namun rasa pahit menetap di mulutmu sampai malam. Setiap pagi kamu mengulangi mantra yang sama; minggu depan kamu akan makan tiga kali sehari. Minggu depan kamu akan memperbaiki kipas tua yang sudah sekarat, namun tetap menghembuskan angin sejuk di kala panas malam ibukota menyerang. Minggu depan kamu akan membeli sepatu yang layak, supaya kamu tidak lagi menggunakan sepatu yang solnya menganga seperti mulut orang-orang yang suka bicara soal harapan.

Minggu depan kamu akan mengirim uang untuk Ibu, sedikit lebih banyak dari biasanya. Cukup banyak sehingga Ibu tidak perlu mengurangi porsi nasi lagi. Cukup banyak untuk membelikan Adik buku baru. Kamu ingin membuktikan kalau kamu kuat; kalau Jakarta tidak membakarmu menjadi abu.

Minggu depan, proyekmu akan selesai. Kamu akhirnya memiliki ruang untuk bernapas, untuk merenggangkan tubuhmu. Bonus akan turun, katanya. Namun meja kerjamu terus membisikan tentang hantu-hantu PHK. Tawa-tawa di kantin karyawan menghilang, digantikan dengan lirikan gelisah dan bisik-bisik. Untuk pertama kalinya, kamu merasakan ilusi aman yang kamu bangun perlahan-lahan mulai runtuh. Lantai yang selama ini menompang meja kerjamu pun mulai retak, seakan-akan siap menjatuhkanmu ke dalam jurang.

Kamu menambahkan catatan di ponselmu; minggu depan kamu harus mulai mencari perkerjaan baru—untuk berjaga-jaga.

Kamu pun tersadar kalau kamu tidak sendirian. Ketika kamu bertanya kepada Ibu warteg kapan beliau akan masak cumi lagi, beliau tersenyum lelah dan menjawab, “Minggu depan ya, Nak, kalau harganya turun.”

Ketika kamu duduk di depan minimarket bersama temanmu, meneguk minuman kopi diskon yang rasanya lebih seperti pengingat bahwa kamu tak mampu beli yang lain. “Minggu depan anak gue ulang tahun,” bisik temanmu. Matanya redup. “Semoga gaji nggak ditahan lagi. Gue mau beliin dia kado.”

Bahkan, tetanggamu yang kamu kira selalu berkecukupan, kini suara seraknya terdengar lewat tembok tipis kontrakan. “Saya usahakan bayar minggu depan ya, Pak.”

Tapi minggu depan datang seperti ombak yang menenggelamkan harapanmu. Tanpa kabar baik. Tanpa perubahan. Tanpa mukjizat.

Lelahmu tidak dibayarkan, tidak dihargai, hanya dijustifikasi atas nama efisiensi. Harga telur naik lagi. Suara token listrik yang menjerit bersahutan dengan rengekan kipas tua, keduanya mengingatkan bahwa uangmu hampir habis. Tagihan menumpuk seperti doa-doamu yang belum terjamah. Tidak ada balasan dari semua lamaran yang kamu kirimkan.

“Nggak apa-apa,” ucap Ibu ketika kamu menelepon setelah mengirimkan uang. “Untung makan siang Adik disediakan sekolah, jadi Ibu bisa hemat beras.”

Ibu ingin menguatkanmu, namun kata-kata yang kamu dengar terasa seperti pisau yang menusuk jantungmu.

“Nggak usah pikirin Ibu sama Bapak, simpan uangnya buat kamu di sana.” Suara Ibu pecah, namun bukan karena susah sinyal.

Kamu batal membeli sepatu baru, meskipun sedang turun harga menjadi Rp150.000—diskon yang terasa seperti ejekan. Sebab uang seratus ribu rupiah kini bisa lenyap dalam sekali napas—sekotak nasi, bensin, dan satu liter minyak goreng yang harganya terus menanjak. Kamu pernah menyebutnya sebagai dana darurat, namun sekarang ia hanya lembar tipis yang cepat lusuh, cepat habis, cepat hilang. Sepasang sepatu baru tidak ada artinya jika kamu tidak dapat membeli minyak goreng dan bensin.

Kamu tidak perlu membaca berita maupun membaca grafik untuk tahu bahwa rupiah ambruk, karena kamu ikut rubuh bersamanya. Kamu merasakannya di setiap kali kamu menawar cabai dan bawang bagaikan menawar mimpi, di setiap kali kamu memutuskan untuk tertidur dengan perut kosong. Kamu menyadarinya ketika porsi nasi di warteg jauh lebih banyak daripada lauk.

Kamu mendengar pejabat di televisi menjanjikan bahwa perekonomian negara baik-baik saja, bahwa semuanya terkendali dengan baik. Kamu tertawa hambar, tapi semua orang berhak bermimpi bukan? Bahkan pejabat pun boleh berhalusinasi, bukan?

Biarkan mereka bermimpi. Biarkan mereka tidur di hotel bintang lima dengan anggaran negara. Biarkan mereka berpesta, berbicara tentang pemulihan ekonomi di balik pintu kedap suara.

Sementara kamu harus menerima kenyataan bahwa kamu bisa hancur dan negara tidak peduli. Bahwa kamu bisa mati kelaparan tanpa menguncang statistik mereka. Bahwa kamu hanyalah angka, bukan manusia.

Seperti rupiahmu yang tidak bernilai, kamu pun ikut terkikis bersamanya. Namun tidak seperti para pejabat berdasi, kamu merasa malu atas janji-janji yang tak bisa kamu tepati—pada dirimu sendiri, pada Ibu, pada harapan yang sudah terlalu lama kamu cicil dengan air mata.

Dan kamar kontrakanmu menjadi saksi bisu atas semua minggu depan yang kamu tunda. Malam ini kamu berhenti berharap, berhenti membuat janji. Tidak ada lagi minggu depan, tidak ada lagi kamu yang memanjatkan doa. Sebab di negara ini, harapan adalah barang mewah yang tidak bisa kamu cicil lagi harganya.

[00:35] | ateez choi san

“And if I do?”

pairing » ateez choi san x fem!reader

trope/au » established relationship au, non-idol au

genre » very fluffy, falling asleep during studying and boyfriend san who is worried for you because you don't take the greatest care of yourself, (it really was supposed to be fluff all through the end) turns suggestive towards the last quarter of the story, reader is a bit playful, san is very in love with you, of course you are super in love with him too

word count; estimated reading time » 1032; ~4 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » quite suggestive at the end, indeed...a suggestive sentence at the very end, san lifts the reader up, reader wears glasses, reader implied to be smaller than san, san restrains reader's hands, pet names (bubs, baby girl)

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 ateez masterlist 🤍 the boyz lee juyeon ver.

my ateez debut! here it is @jaehunnyy !! i really wanted to post smth for your bday so please take this as a late bday present 😭 thanks for proofreading a bit of this one and finding the pictures for the banners 🥰 you saved me a bunch of tears fr 😀 have fun with the second one (even though it's the same...😭)

It’s not an unusual occurrence for you to be staying up late at night and for San to find you draped over your books and worksheets when he gets home. In fact, it’s becoming such a usual occurrence that San is making it a habit to open the front door with such gentleness that the click of the door opening would be too loud for his liking. In reality, your study desk at your shared apartment is quite a distance from the entrance of the apartment, so if San wanted to, he could enter in the same way as if you were awake.

But he didn’t want to.

In the rare case that you decide to snooze off on the couch, he doesn’t want to be the one to ruin your precious, peaceful sleeping time. Unfortunately for him, he would still be needing to do it one way or another if he ever finds you asleep on the couch or anywhere but your shared bed. The victorious smile from closing the front door quietly soon turns upside down, frowning at the sight of your head lying on your stack of handouts in the study room. The stack acted as your pillow, your arms around the rectangular pile. You look like you have been resting your body for some time now, given that San’s soft head pat didn’t faze you at all. With a slightly heavy sigh, San makes his way to the other side of the desk to get a better look at your face. He kneels on the floor, content with being more at eye level with you.

He’s surprised to see that you must’ve been so exhausted that taking your glasses off might have been too much effort for you. The side frame completely rests on the paper, the nose pad of the glasses no longer resting properly on your nose. San hisses at how the hard plastic pushes against your nose, already imagining the pain when you wake up and realise tomorrow.

“Bubs,” he tests your consciousness with a whisper. “Your whole body is going to hurt when you wake up, you know?” Your breathing is still as even as before, and the no response from you deepens his frown. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to move you, okay?”

San rises to his feet once again, grabbing the blanket drapped on your study desk that he has prepared. He’s told you multiple times to at least cover your body if you don’t plan to take a nap on the bed, but he should have known that when tiredness kicks in, all a person wants to do is to close their eyes. San spreads the light cotton across your back, kissing the side of your head and humming sweet melodies to avoid surprising you too much with his movement.

“San?” You slur sleepily, still unable to fully wake up. San clicks your desk light off and soon sees your content smile at his little gesture. “When did you get home?”

“Just a few seconds ago. When did you fall asleep?”

“Just a few minutes ago.” A raised eyebrow from your boyfriend is what prompts you to tell him the truth. “A little longer than that.”

San tuts disapprovingly, “You can’t keep slouching off on the table. It’s not good for your body. And this,” he takes your glasses off by the hinges, “it’s not comfortable for you.”

You hum at his loving lecture for you, beginning to straighten your back from the long nap. Truthfully, if San weren’t beside you right now, you would be sending complaints to your past self for dozing off at the table, your back cramping and sore. But Choi San knows you too well, and the creases between your eyebrows tell him everything.

“See?” He reprimands.

You’re not given another chance to rebut when he swivels the chair around for you to face him. In a second, you’re in his arms, the back of your knee and back supported securely with his arms, and your shoulder pressed against his chest. San looks down at you, pressing a quick kiss on your forehead that you respond to by pressing yours along his jawline. Along the short walk to the adjacent room, you plant kisses all over his face, giggling at the way his cheeks grow red with every second.

Just a few seconds before San would rest you gently on the mattress, you steal a kiss from his plump lips, arms wrapped around his nape and threading your fingers into the strands of his hair. San almost stumbles but soon regains balance when he registers the way you delicately take his lips. Along with the giggles and fabric rustling against each other in the small room, it’s not long until your head properly lays on a pillow. San doesn’t let you breathe after, climbing on top of your figure with his palms beside your head to support himself. His knees sink to the mattress beside your thighs, and you’re left breathless with the man before you. The remnants of his cologne are clearer now, and the proximity leaves you curling up a side of your lips.

Your boyfriend knows the meaning of your expression well from experience. “Don’t rile me up, baby girl…”

Just like he did a second ago, your eyebrow rises. Your pointer traces along the center of his exposed neck, feeling the gulp and his intense stare on you. You glide across his skin, tracing along his collarbones slowly, making sure that your touch lingers on his skin. When your finger slides down to the neckline of his fabric, it curls around his shirt to pull his tense expression closer to you. A quick touch of your lips is all you spare him before regaining eye contact with him.

“And if I do?”

Those words are enough for San to lose control, pulling the sheets to his palms as he fists them tightly. One hand leaves the bed, restraining both your wrists under his hold above your head. He dives closer to the crook of your neck, ragged breathing and warm breath against your skin.

“I’ll make sure you’ll sleep peacefully for days.”