Klance Carnival AU where Lance’s little sister volunteers at a local carnival as a fortune teller and Lance tags along to help out. Shiro and Keith also volunteer and after their shifts are over, Shiro dares Keith to get his fortune told because Keith doesn’t believe in all that junk
“Come on Keith, if you don’t believe in magic what makes you think those conspiracy theories are even real?” “YOU TAKE THAT BACK!”
Lance doesn’t know too much about tarot cards, but he was really interested in palm reading during middle school and literally spent nights researching about it and reading his entire family’s palms
“Lance, just watch the booth for ten minutes I’ve been sitting here for like five hours straight, tell whoever shows up that I’ll be right back”
Keith walks in, rolls his eyes and almost immediately walks out when he sees a crystal ball but Lance’s voice keeps him from leaving “So you’re here for some answers? You might have to wai-” “I-I’m actually here to see just how real this actually all is” “Oooh so you’re a non believer huh?”
They sit down at a circular table and Keith kinda regrets storming in here immediately after what Shiro said because he’s actually nervous and expected an old lady to be running this booth…not some attractive guy
“Palm please.” Keith’s face gets a little red when Lance gently grabs his hand
“What are you doing?” “Palm reading.” “But the sign outside says card reading not palm reading.” “O-oh uh this is a special edition for non-believers only.”
“Is this your first palm reading, Keith?” “How did yo-” “You’re wearing a volunteer name tag”
Lance feels a bit rusty because it has been a while since he’s last read a palm so he’s just aimlessly dragging the tip of his finger across Keith’s palm (which is really much softer than it looks)
Lance sort of gets lost in thought and realizes he’s been tracing the lines for minutes now. He looks up at Keith to see if he’s noticed and then attempts to hold in his laughter when he sees just how intense Keith is looking at their hands
“Why are you laughing, did my hand say something weird about me?”
Bonus: Lance’s sister gets distracted by the cotton candy machine and takes a bit longer than intended
S.P.A.C.E. is almost here and I’m spending all day tomorrow re-stocking my hand made sketchbooks and printing!
Can’t wait to see ya’ll there! Come up and talk to me about tea, and hockey, and check please and literally anything oh my god I don’t have someone to sit at my table with me so I’m going to be lonely D:
You know that fanfic you’ve been putting off? Go write a paragraph for it. Five complete sentences. Don’t matter where in the story it is, just write it. What about that one fanfic’s chapter you haven’t proofread? Go do it, right now. Have you updated that fanfic recently? You might wanna do that. I love fanfics
You know that drawing you’ve been doing? Have you finished sketching it? Go do that. Have you finished doing it’s line art? Finish that lineart. Coloring? COLOR IT UP! Shading? WHATCHA DOIN?! What? You have a finished work? Why haven’t you posted it?! I wanna see!
You see that art you really like? Go reblog it. Leave cute things in the tags. The artist wants to see what you have to say. Maybe even give a little helpful advice.
Hey, did you finish that reading that fanfic? Leave a comment! Give the writer some love! Trust me, they want all that. They even want some helpful criticism if you can give it!
What? You’re not doing any of this?
You’re not good at any of these?
I disagree. Go. Make art. Make stories. Make someone smile.
did you know you’re worth everything, every breath, every moment of hesitation, every struggle, every step towards the light, it’s all worth it, it all matters, it all means something, we’re just too close to see it, we haven’t lived it yet, we haven’t been who we need to be to see who we will be, but we’ll get there, we’ll see it, we’ll touch it with our fingers and teeth and skin suffused with light, and you are worth every damn moment in that light, you are worth every mile that light has traveled to come here to this place and touch you, and oh how i envy the sun, it gets to touch you every day, forever, and seeing you glow in its light is worth every moment of pain, every heartbreak, every step back, you are worth it all and i will never stop reaching for the moment when i can say “i hold your body like something holy in my hands, and you are mine”
Dear Duke, I have noticed something about my writing: I do not know how to conduct a dialogue. I do not know how to add an emotional "burden" to the discussion. It does not sound believable what I write. To me, it seems more like a lecture than a simple conversation. I just wanted to write engaging more with the emotional side of my characters than with the intellectual. How can I do it?
Hi! You’re in the right place because dialogue is actually my favorite thing to write and any book of mine you pick up will probably be like at least 40% people talking. Idk if this is because I did so much theatre or because I just can’t shut up, but it’s high time I did a real post about it, so:
Advice for Aspiring Authors: On Dialogue
You need it so don’t resist it. Books that are just huge chunks of prose are exhausting, and if you never use dialogue you’re either (1) summarizing or (2) writing a really boring book, and either way the the result is the same. Your reader is going to be bored. Choosing the right scenic mode is important and sooner or later people are going to have to speak in the moment.
Don’t stress about speaker tags. Putting this at the top because a lot of new writers seem to get hung up on it. But I’ve already addressed this, so read this post here. Pro-tip? If you’re writing a conversation between two people or even three, you often don’t need speaker tags at all. I recently wrote a conversation that takes place over the phone which consists of about 25 lines exchanged and didn’t use a single speaker tag because it was, in all instances, obvious who was doing the talking. Later in the same MS I have a really chaotic hospital scene where like twelve people are yelling at the same time and interrupting each other and there are no speaker tags because idgaf if anybody knows who’s saying what. It should feel like chaos. (If you want a really great example of this, pick up a copy of William Faulkner’s Sanctuary and read the funeral scene.) Readers are smart. They’ll figure it out.
Different people speak in different ways. Who a character is will often determine how they speak. For instance, Theodore von Wammelspout, Crown Prince of Prosenstatz, is probably going to have a very different dialect than Paw Paw O’Halloran, Louisiana shrimp fisherman. (If you want a better example of what I’m talking about, watch the movie Kingsman and pay attention to how and when Eggsy switches dialects, or read the prologue to The Taming of the Shrew and pay attention to the immediate tonal shift in Christopher Sly’s dialogue when he wakes up from a drunken stupor thinking he’s a lord.) Think about a character’s origins and upbringing and backstory when deciding how they talk.
But stay away from writing dialect unless you really know what you’re doing. Don’t try to phonetically write a character’s accent or dialect unless you’re a linguist, because a lot of dropped consonants and deliberate misspellings can be really difficult to read, come out like you’re trying too hard, or even end up looking vaguely racist. If a character has an accent, find a way to tell us they have an accent and then spell all their dialogue correctly. There are, of course, exceptions to the rule–i.e, if a phonic misunderstanding is crucial to the story. But basically, unless you’re writing Trainspotting, don’t do this. What’s much better and much more effective is to describe how a character says something or what their voice sounds like. What’s the texture? The color? The temperature? A warm, rough, slow voice belongs to a different character than a cold, high, slick voice does. Or maybe the same character can switch from one to the other. Give your character’s voice the same attention you would give their body or their habits or anything else.
It’s a character speaking, not the narrator. Each character should have their own voice, in the same way that each story will have a slightly different narrator, even if it’s a neutral third person narrator. Writing is all about voice and style, and part of the challenge is that you as the writer have to be a mockingbird and be able to speak in as many different voices as you have characters. It will take practice. It will require a lot of questions asked, such as “Who never says a bad word? Who swears like a sailor? Who talks in a constant, uninterrupted stream and who hardly says a word?” For an exercise, write out a plain uninteresting sentence like, “He was on his way home from the store when he got a flat tire,” the way the narrator would say it, and then rewrite it in every character’s voice. Because one character might say it just like that–”I was on my way home from the store and I got a flat tire”–and another might say, “You’re not going to fucking believe this. Okay, so I’m on my way home from the store, because we’re out of beer again, because Steve was supposed to go get more and he didn’t, the dickhead–and what happens? Well, obviously, because this worthless excuse of a city can’t be bothered to keep the roads clear, I drive right through a patch of broken glass and BANG! Blow a tire. Swear to God, I thought it was a gunshot, I nearly ran my car into a telephone pole.” If all your characters sound alike or sound like the narrator or (worse) sound like you, it’s time to stop and reevaluate.
Characters don’t speak for you. Look, unless you’re writing a really boring story it’s going to have a bunch of people in it with a bunch of different ideas and some of them should believe things that you don’t agree with or speak in a way you find objectionable. Characters are sometimes going to have to say things you find morally deplorable and they have to say them with conviction. I recently wrote a scene where my FMC’s boyfriend and her dad argue about what they’re going to do about her, like she’s not a grown-ass woman who can take care of herself. And they both say things that are utterly atrocious and that if I heard a man say in real life, I would probably punch him in the face. But that’s important. In fiction, you gotta tell it all and tell it like it is. Fiction isn’t true but it should be honest. Not every character can agree with you or with each other. (This is a big part of the reason that authorial intent is a flawed concept. An author who depicts something isn’t necessarily condoning or endorsing it.) You should be writing about difficult shit and writing about it from every vantage point and using dialogue to do that. You don’t need to agree with angelic equality crusader Nancy and homophobic Uncle Jeff equally but they need to be equally convincing. Write disagreements. Write arguments. Let characters fight and get pissed and tell each other to fuck off. It’s honest, and it’s interesting. Conflict is good.
Incomplete sentences are your best friend. So are run-ons. That scene I mentioned that was 25 lines with no speaker tags? There’s also not a complete sentence in that whole exchange. We rarely speak in full correct sentences, even if we know perfectly well that what we’re saying isn’t grammatically perfect. So something like this: “Seen my keys?” “In the basket.” Totally acceptable. People are lazy. They talk in fragments. Dialogue doesn’t have to be correct, because it often isn’t. Stick commas and dashes wherever the fuck you want to mimic the pattern of speech. Worry about what’s natural, not what’s correct. Sometimes what goes unsaid is just as interesting as what does get said. For instance, if Joe turns to Carol and starts to say, “Have you ever thought about–” and then never finishes the sentence, that’s going to keep a reader wondering. Has she ever thought about what? In much the same way, you can have a character ramble for an entire paragraph in an epic run-on sentence if that’s the way they talk, or if they’re distressed or upset and trying to get the words out. The last book I finished has a chapter at the end where one character literally talks without interruption for nine pages. And as insane as that sounds it’s actually totally necessary because she’s telling a story that’s important for the readers and the other characters to hear but it’s a hundred times better to hear it in her own voice, grammatical correctness be damned.
Don’t try too hard to be eloquent. How many people do you know in real life who spout off perfectly articulate declarations of their feelings? Probably none. They ramble and stall and repeat themselves. Real-life conversations are not movie conversations. They’re not smooth. They’re not perfectly timed. A character just saying “Fuck me” because they have no idea what else to say is perfectly plausible (and also a great opportunity for comedy). Here’s an exercise if you’re having trouble: Make two columns on a page, and on one side write out what this character is trying to say (i.e, “I love you.” “I’ve been trying to tell you for years.” “But I’m afraid you don’t want me to.”) and on the other write out what they actually say (i.e., “I really hope you’ll stay.” “You know you’re always welcome to stay.” “I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay. Just that you can. If you want to.”) Sometimes the juxtaposition between what we’re trying to say and what actually comes out is so important. So don’t worry about perfect articulation or doing justice to the “emotional burden.” Worry about the intent and the impact and how those two things align–or don’t.
Read it out loud. This is one of the most important things teachers in playwriting workshops will tell you to do. Read it out loud. If it feels awkward or unnatural, it probably is. Thus also to dialogue in prose fiction. Even better option? Get a couple of friends to read it for you. This will work wonders for helping you figure out what feels awkward.
HAVE FUN WITH IT. When I say dialogue is far and away my favorite thing to write, I’m not kidding at all. You can learn so much about a character or how two characters interact by how they talk to each other. Do they tease, do they nag, do they finish each other’s sentences? Do they use slang, do they slur, do they talk about celebrities they’ve never met as if they’ve known them for years and they’re the best of friends? Let their personalities shine through, because when characters speak is the only time they’re not getting filtered through a narrator, even if that narrator is themselves. Dialogue provides some of the most poignant moments of characterization you’ll ever get. So play with it. Try the same line fifty different ways until it feels right. Let your characters speak for themselves.
Good luck! Go forth and write great dialogue and have a blast doing it.
S.H.I.E.L.D. Special Electives: Author Appreciation 101
This is part one of a series of tips and tricks about fanfiction compiled for the purpose of helping both writers and readers live in a happy environment. A lot of of the advice here has been provided by experienced fanfiction writers in the fandom - most of the tips here apply to writing in general, but some will be specific to Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
This section will be all about giving feedback on fanfiction, and why you should do it.
Fanfiction is free. The people who write it literally do not receive anything for it aside from feedback. A one-shot around 1000 words will take anywhere between 30 minutes and several weeks for an author to write. Multi-Chapter stories can take years. Yes, people shouldn’t write expecting to get something in return. In reality, fic writers write for themselves, but they share the story with readers, and often get nothing in exchange for it.
It takes you 1 second to click the like/kudos/favourite button to show the author that you appreciated their efforts. If you are feeling particularly giving, you can leave a comment. Authors live off comments.
Commenting/Reviewing is the best way to show your appreciation for an author’s work. People often say they can’t come up with something to comment with, so below is a list of default comments you can choose to leave on works if writing isn’t your thing. They are listed in increasing levels of enthusiasm:
For your standard drabbles/one shots:
“Thank you for the story. I really enjoyed it.”
“I loved this story!”
“This story means a lot to me.”
“This story means everything to me.”
For your multi-chapter stories:
On the first chapter:
“I look forward to seeing where this is going.”
“Nice start, I’m excited to see what comes next.”
On subsequent chapters:
“This chapter was really good, I’m excited for the next one.”
“I enjoyed this chapter, can’t wait for the next one.”
“I will sell you my soul like people do to ghost rider if you update.”
“You can touch Lola if you post another chapter.”
On the last chapter:
“Really great story, I enjoyed reading it from beginning to end.”
“Loved it so much, so sad that it’s over.”
“This story means everything to me and I will be rereading it a million times.”
Another great way to leave a comment, that many authors appreciate, is to copy your favourite quote from the story/chapter, and say something like “I really liked this”, or “This line was gold”.
Now, some people read fanfiction on tumblr - absolutely nothing wrong with that. You can “like” a fic, “reply” and leave a comment (as demonstrated above), or you can reblog. Reblogging a fanfic is probably the best way to thank an author for writing it, because reblogs mean that more people have a chance to see it. Authors particularly enjoy it when readers reblog and add a reaction GIF. They also love reading any tags you choose to use on the work. For example “#omg i’m crying” or “#loved this so much or “#i’m dead”. The more incoherent you are, the better.
Some people are shy. That’s understandable. Comments/Reviews can be left anonymously, as can Kudos on AO3. You’ll need an account to favourite/follow a story on fanfiction.net, as with Tumblr. Even if you don’t want to publicly leave feedback, you can leave the author a message on anonymous via an ask on tumblr, and tell them that you enjoyed their fanfiction.
Many authors reply to their comments - they notice if you comment often. They appreciate you. Sometimes, your comment is the one positive thing that has happened to them the entire day.
We’ve come to the final note. If you don’t enjoy a story, by all means don’t leave any feedback. That’s fine. No one expects you to like everything you read, and if you don’t have anything positive to say, then don’t say it. That being said, if you do have criticism, make it constructive. For example, “I really like where this is going, but I feel like in my opinion, so and so is not correct. ” as opposed to “You’re doing this wrong.”
So, if you’ve managed to sit through this, congratulations and thank you for sticking till the end. The next time you finish reading a fanfic, think about what has been talked about above, and drop the author a little feedback. What took you five minutes to read may have taken them weeks to write. Now, consider giving this post a like, or reblog it to spread the word. Until next time!
note: i don’t have time to do a note or any tags… imma post this right now because i’m super busy. sorry for the really bad chapter cuz i was in a rush to write this… ily. happy reading. take care. -admin
I knew I shouldn’t get myself mixed up with Jinyoung. And no matter how many times I reminded myself, I would always get sucked into his trance. Yes, I believed he was a good man but in reality, he was something whom everyone should avoid. He was involved with dangerous men that put his life on the line. And if I fell in love with him, I would also put my life in danger. But at the moment, I didn’t think of any of those. I only focused myself with Jinyoung and him only.
I closed my eyes and let out a gasp and Jinyoung’s hands palmed my clothed heat. I could smell the faint alcohol, that I didn’t notice before, in his breath as he hovered over me, pressing the pad of his finger on my clit. I let out a soft moan as Jinyoung began to circle my sensitive moan as my hands made their way up to grip his hair. He moved my panties to the side and began sliding his fingers up and down my wet slit. I gripped his shoulders when he circled my clit, spreading your arousal against the bundle of nerves.
“You are so fucking wet.” Jinyoung groaned as he slid a finger inside me while he peppering my face with soft kisses. Slipping another finger in, making me arch my back and let out a gasp. Jinyoung started to move his fingers in and out slowly, making me slightly rock my hips as a sign to move faster. But Jinyoung being a tease, kept his slow pace, with a smirk plastered on his face.
“Jinyoung, please.” I whined, wanting more from him. But all he did was take his fingers out of me and stood up from the bed. I watched him as he bent down and to take out his half-drunken bottle of beer. Taking a swing of his beer, he grabbed his fallen short on the floor before rolling it up and climbing in between my legs.
“I want you to be quiet for me, kitten.” Jinyoung growled, the smell of alcohol strong in his breath. “Make a noise and I’ll stop all my movements.”
I nodded my head, immensely turned on by his dominance. Jinyoung just smirked at me before he slipped my head through his rolled up shirt and signaled me to bit on the fabric. Doing exactly what Jinyoung demanded, I bit on his shirt and waited for his next move. But all Jinyoung did was pull my panties down, throwing on the floor before lifting my legs in the air and spreading it apart. The cold air hit my sopping sex as Jinyoung bent down to give my cunt a long lick. He then suddenly put his mouth on my clit and sucks on i t harshly. I tried not to make a noise when Jinyoung switched from hard licking, sucking, and nipping on my throbbing clit. The movements of his mouth are harsh and very sinful, something any man couldn’t give to me.
As I was near my high, Jinyoung pulled away from my pussy and licked his lips. Dropping my legs he was holding, he began fiddling with his belt and pulled his pants and boxers down. He stroked his hard on while staring straight at me.
“Just a warning, kitten,” Jinyoung kissed me before rubbing the head of his cock against my wetness, “I’m not going easy on you.
And with that, he slammed into me in one go, filling my tight walls to the hilt. My arousal made it easy for him to slide in. He pressed his hands on my inner thighs to spread my legs wider apart and began snapping his hips forward at a steady pace. I shut my eyes close and moaned through the shirt as he lifted one of my legs on top of his shoulders. His thrusts became harder by the second, bringing me closer to my peak, making me hard to control my muffled sounds. Jinyoung brought my other leg on top of his other shoulder and began to piston in and out of me at a fast rate, making my breasts jiggle with how hard and fast he was snapping his hip. I started to feel my high coming as I looked at him straight in the eye, my eyes started to water from how rough he was.
“Fuck!” Jinyoung let out a cry as he reached his end, pulling out his cock, his cum shooting all over my stomach. But he noticed that I haven’t reached my high yet as I was still heavily breathing from the harsh orgasm denial. Jinyoung then, without any warnings, slipped three fingers in my tight walls causing me to arch my back.
“Cum for me, kitten.” Jinyoung groaned in my ear as he started to move his fingers at a rapid pace, curling his fingers, hitting the sweet spot. With his other hand, he started to rub my clit in sync, increasing the pleasure. Soon, my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks, moaning loudly in the shirt. Jinyoung pulled out his fingers and stood up from the bed. Removing the shirt from my mouth, I closed my eyes and let out an unsteady breath.
I felt a cloth on my stomach and opened my eyes to see Jinyoung cleaning up his mess. Without saying a word to me, he picked up his clothes, put them on and left the room. I let out a sigh and sat up in bed. Of course, he would leave after he was finished with me. And I was a fool to notice that he was drunk while I talked with him about being a good man. All he wanted was sex. He ignored my words, got what he wanted, and left me.
“Asshole.” I cursed softly under my breath, feeling slightly frustrated with Jinyoung. Getting up from bed, I started to search around the room for my clothes. Soon, I found them neatly stacked in the bathroom, along with my other stuff, and quickly got changed. I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible and so, I grabbed my stuff and ran out of the room to find myself in a large house. Looking around the hallways, I finally spotted the stairs and ran down them. How could a man like Jinyoung afford a house like this? Did he steal money to afford this?
Those thoughts carried with me as I hit the main floor which was occupied with two familiar guys wandering around the area. The blonde one whose face was very masculine. He wore a tank top which showed his muscular arms and his hair was slicked back. While the other, with brown hair, stared at me with wide eyes. It finally hit me that these two guys were Jinyoung’s friends who were with him at the party.
“Look. Sleep beauty is awake, Mark.” The blonde one noted as he turned his back on me.
“I could see why Jinyoung is attracted to her.” The guy, who apparently was Mark, said.
“Jinyoung isn’t attracted to her, trust me.” The blonde laughed as he went up to Mark and punch his chest. “He’s just using her.”
“Shut the fuck up, Jackson.” Mark hissed as he looked at me. I stood there, not knowing what to do as I listened to these two guys talk about me. To be honest, it kind of hurt me that they were talking about me when I was right in front of them. Saying these rude things made me want to punch them in the face.
“Listen here, honey,” Jackson exclaimed as he turned around to face me, “Jinyoung isn’t a nice man. I’m telling you this so you don’t come back and get your heart broken by him. Forget about him because it will make your life better.”
I nodded my head and pursed my lips. I didn’t know what to do in this situation. Here was a man, telling me to forget about Jinyoung when I tried to. I wanted to avoid him but I can’t. And there has to be a reason for that.
“Um,” I finally spoke up, “Where’s the exit?”
“Over there.” Mark pointed down the hall. “Your shoes are at the front already.”
“Have a good life!” Jackson waved me goodbye as I turned my back on them, fighting back the tears forming in my eyes. Running towards the door, I slipped on my shoes and left the big house. I shook my head and tried to get Jinyoung out of my head. Jackson was right. He would cause me pain if I stayed with him. But why was I feeling so attracted to him.
Forget him, (Y/N).
I thought to myself, as I found myself on the streets. Turning around to look at the large house, I took in a deep breath and sighed.
Morality couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, even if he wanted to. He was in his favorite place in the house, the kitchen. Today he was making pizza, one hundred percent from scratch. Sure he’d made the cheesy goodness before but it usually involved refrigerated dough and sauce from a jar. To make things even better, his lovely boyfriend was helping. He glanced over at Logic who was stirring the homemade sauce, which smelled divine, and his smile grew even bigger. Though they all had the same face, there was something about Logan’s when he was concentrated. He always gave all of his attention to things with laser like focus, something Morality admired as his own attention tended to bounce from thing to thing in a series of unfinished projects.
Morality gave his dough an experimental toss to stretch it out. It went fairly well and he turned to show Logan his pizza tossing skills. However looking at his focused partner he was struck with a bolt of Dad-like inspiration. So as he tossed his pizza dough he began to sing;
“OH, when the moon hits your eye like a big…Pizza Pie…that’s amore.”
Logan rolled his eyes but smiled at him none the less, removing the finished sauce from the stove.
“When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine, that’s amore.”
“you’re so cheesy,” Logan said, but leaned in and kissed him affectionately before taking the dough from him and placing it on the pan. Now that they were both unencumbered, Mo swept Logan into his arms and attempted to whirl him around the kitchen, and continued singing,
Bells will ring, ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling;
And you’ll sing vita bella
Heart’s will play, tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella “
He laughed as Logan gave in and joined the clumsy dance around the kitchen. He was utterly shocked when Logic began singing the second verse, well as close to singing as he got. Morality slowed their movements to better hear his whisper soft voice.
“When the stars make you drool, just like pasta fazool, that’s amore,
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet, you’re in love.
When you walk in a dream but you know you’re not dreaming, signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli
Morality was blushing furiously, he’d never been serenaded before. What had started out as light hearted joke had turned into a beautiful and heartfelt gesture from his love, after all Logic never did things halfway. He kissed his boyfriend to hide the tears that were forming in his eyes, but they were interrupted by a disgusted exclamation from Anxiety.
“Do you have to do that where our food is?”
“You know the best food is food made with love.” Morality laughed, winking at the younger trait.
“That may be too literal, even for me. “ Logan joked, pulling startled chuckles from the other two.
“Is the pizza done, I’m starving. “ Anx whined, pulling himself up to sit on the counter.
“No, but if you get your butt off my counter and wash your hands you can help put the toppings on however you like.” Anxiety rolled his eyes but did as he was told, happily over cheesing the whole thing.
Later, as everyone moaned over how good the pie was, Morality couldn’t help humming his new favorite song.
Thanks for reading everyone, this is one of my favorite songs and I couldn’t get the idea of Mo singing it while he was making pizza out of my head. Plus my own headcanon is that this is the type of music Morality listens to: Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, Louis Armstrong; Ella Fitzgerald….well you get it. Hope you enjoyed, here’s a link if you want to listen to the song!
Also Note: while I was reading the lyrics last night I read the line “gay tarantella” (gay in this case meaning happy and tarantella being a whirling dance from southern Italy) as “Gay tarantula” and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about LGBT+ spiders and if someone decides they want to draw that please tag me in it cuz i really want to see it.
Dialogue is an important part of storytelling. While
I’m not perfect by any means, I definitely consider this to be my strength when
it comes to writing. So hopefully I can shed some light on this subject and
help those that want to improve their dialogue in some capacity.
I consider internalized
thoughts dialogue said to oneself. Which is why I’m going to talk about it here.
I like to use dialogue
for characterization, mostly. Since it really won’t move the story forward
(since the character is only thinking it to themselves), I find it helps to
create juxtaposition between what is said and thought.
Examples of how to use
what is said vs. what is thought to create drama
Character is quiet or
seems that way, and thinks a LOT more than what they say
A character is a liar, so
they may say one thing, but we don’t know it’s a lie until they think it
A character is trying to
examine someone or something else silently
A mute character
A character that reads
minds—can be challenging but fun to write
Speech and creating
Think about the way
someone speaks: accents, if they use curse words, if they’re always “proper” or
always using slang
Think about what they say
vs. what they won’t. Are they falsely sweet? Always challenging someone?
Having one character have
a saying they always use is a fun way to build personality. For instance, Ron
in the Harry Potter books always saying “Bloody hell”. You can come up with
your own creative “curse words” that aren’t actually curse words. That will definitely
up the personality of the writing and characters.
Advice for writing dialogue
If you have trouble
varying the speech between characters, I’d suggest 1. Listening to people
around you and what they say and how.
2. To practice.
Think about various emotions and how that can change the tone,
words chosen, etc. Speech and dialogue will
really speed up scenes. So if you feel like a chapter is paced a little bit too
slowly, adding some dialogue between characters will speed it up.
If you’re stronger at description
and find you never add enough dialogue, look through your piece and think about
various areas that could be changed to dialogue instead of description OR
scenes that could have a small but interesting conversation.
On the same note,
sometimes it’s easier to describe a conversation than write it all out.
example, conversations that happened in the past that someone is describing,
conversations that perhaps are important to know happened in general but not in
You don’t always have to
write out the FULL conversation. A good example of this is phone conversations.
Writing out all the pleasantries (greetings and polite “how are you”s) really
aren’t necessary. Get the main “point” of the conversation. I.e. why it is
important for the reader to know.
Not every line of
dialogue needs a dialogue tag (i.e. “she said”). If it’s between two people, and
they’re really going at it (because they’re angry or they’re playfully
bantering or something), the dialogue tags become unnecessary and honestly bog
down the quick flow. Just clue the readers every few lines or so.
Read your conversations
out loud! Does anything sound awkward or unnatural? Hearing it will help clue
you into those areas that could be changed or revised.
I’ve made numerous amounts of these things saying how not to include any of the kids or family members of Rooster Teeth, but there are still people out there that do this.
And after getting an anon this week in our ask saying how there is even more mentions of these members-that-shouldn’t-be-in-these-things, and that is still not acceptable.
Please, while not writing about Millie or Iris, Eli or Beth, or any of the DO NOT WRITE members on our list here, please also do not mention them at all in your fanfics.
While going through the tags, I found a really great post on how to deal with things like this from ryanthepowerbottomguy (which can be found here, but I will be reblogging it after I post this). In general, it states to just treat them like they do not even exist and to make it certain to the reader that it is someone else entirely.
Thank you everyone who has been reading all these PSA’s and keeping in-line and just being completely awesome. You make this easier for everyone ♥
Do you have any tips for writers who want to write sim stories but don't know how to get them posted in order?
Hi Nonny! I’ll be honest, I wasn’t 100% sure what this question was asking, but I don’t like to give advice that isn’t at least somewhat well-thought out. So here are my tips for starting out and how to format/order your posts (or something like that.)
Jade’s Super Awesome Tips For Getting Your Simblr Story/Legacy Off the Ground i.e. Potentially Helpful Formatting Tips For New Simblr Writers
First of all: If you want to do a sims story, DO IT. They’re great creative outlets, and someone will want to read it! And remember, it is your blog, so do whatever you want, and don’t feel pressured to have to make things a certain way. But, if you want to be organized, these are some guidelines:
1.Identify your posts in some way. Doesn’t matter how. Some simblr writers use episode, some use chapters, some use a mixture of both (i.e. Chapters for longer portions, like an entire arc, and episodes for each individual scene. Example: Chapter 1: Episode 1, Chapter 1: Episode 2… etc.). This is helpful in letting regular readers know if they’ve missed a post, and follow along linearly. It’s just helpful all around.
2. Linkage. My dudes, this is so important, which is why I made a previous post about it. A lot of simblr writers are already doing previous/next links on their posts, and that’s GREAT. Everyone should definitely be doing this. Personally, I really think the movement should expand to include “beginning” links. On my own posts I have all three, a link to to the start of that particular story, the previous post in the sequence, and I update all posts to include the “next” link once I have it posted. Tumblr’s post formatting makes this SO easy, there’s no real reason not to do it, because it’s super helpful to readers, and trust me, people want to read from the beginning. Maybe not everyone, but you also don’t want to turn people away because they couldn’t find the start of your cool story. So, I repeat, all stories should have this format: Beginning/ Previous / Next links on each post. I’m beating a dead horse here, but it’s so nice, as a reader, just to be able to flip through someone’s story via easy linking, because I don’t have to break my immersion of the story by tabbing out or looking around, or scrolling through your posts to find the next one in line.
Helpful side note: If you’re the type of writer who posts things out of chronological order, using these links would still be a good idea, because you can go back and edit them at any time, and you can link to any post on your tumblr, so if you post something later down the line that you think should have happened at an earlier time in the story, you can just rearrange your links to reflect your correct chronological timeline.
3. Tag correctly. Some simblr writers have more intensive tagging systems than I do, so I won’t speak too much about this, because as a reader, I don’t really use tags to navigate new stories I read. But it is still important to tag all posts in a story the same, so either with the title or legacy name, and then you can tag individual chapters or episodes if you want to. Also be sure to tag if you’re doing a story, or a legacy, or whatever type of story. I use #ts4 story #sims story #ts4 storytelling, there’s a whole other slew of legacy tags which I don’t use, cuz obviously I am not a legacy simblr.
4. Have a table of contents or story page of some sort, especially if you’re doing multiple stories/legacies at once, but even if you’re not, it will help people who are lurking around your profile navigate through your story. If you’d like an example of how to format them, here is my story page and here are my table of contents pages. As I am not the be all and end all for formatting, I think another great example is @beverlyallitsimsindex page(she made it SO easy to catch up on her MLSC story and now I’m just another Randy fangirl. I’m a living testament to this process working wonders!).
5. Billboard advertising. Okay, now this one is totally optional, but if you are doing a legacy or story, it’s a really nice little touch to have a banner or some tell, even if it’s just a small one (you don’t need to be some Photoshop wizard), to let people know that this is an ongoing thing you’re doing, not just a random collection of photos (those are cool too!), but some people go looking specifically for stories and/or legacies to read, so having a banner or something with your story title or legacy name (generation number) is a good idea, too.
Bottom Line: Make your stuff accessible! Unless, of course, you don’t actually want people to read it lol, which is totally fine, too. Some people like to use their blogs as a personal outlet, and don’t need to be noticed. But there’s nothing wrong with trying to be visible, and if you do have a small pool of readers, be generous and help them along. Total strangers want to read your work, put in a little extra time to make sure their stay is a pleasant one. You know, before you rip out their hearts with your edgy theatrical sim-drama.
Again, idk if this answers your question, Nonny. But I do want to help! If anyone has any questions or is looking for advice, feel free to message me, either privately, or on Nonny, I don’t mind. My inbox is always open.
‘I’m turning 50 this year, and I remember reading Twyla Tharp’s autobiography, Push Comes to Shove, and she was writing about when she turned 50, and she gets through that and says, “I actually feel like I’ve done my apprenticeship now. I’m actually just coming up to the starting line.” That’s how it feels a bit, really. I’ve just got that desire to make a lot of music.’
Summary: Black and white was all anyone saw until they touched their soulmate. For some people, color quickly rushed into world and for others, all they ever saw was black and white. Two businessmen, who absolutely hated each other, managed to bump into each other on their way up to their office. Little did either know that their world would erupt in a staccato of color.
A/N: okay but read all the other chapters before this. I don’t think someone got the memo last time and commented, “Wtf?” Or something along those lines 😂 Ps, I’m thinking about having a contest? I don’t know what the prizes would be tho? Talk to me about it. ALSO, IF YOU WANT A DEDICATION YOU NEED TO HAVE REALLY FUNNY TAGS ARE DRAW FANART OR SOMETHING! That’s what I usually base my dedications on :)
Alexander was woken up by the sound of the shower running and the smell of bacon. At first, he didn’t really think anything of it. However, as he woke up further, he realized that Eliza couldn’t be in both places. The kids were surely asleep; they never woke up early on the weekends. And Peggy? She went home before Jefferson even came over.
That was when Alexander remembered that he let Jefferson stay the night.