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Writing Tips

Punctuating Dialogue

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➸ “This is a sentence.”

➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.

➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”

➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”

➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”

➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”

➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.

“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.

“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”

➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”

➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”

However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can ask be “outside”!

➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.

If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)

➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations, dashes typically express—“

“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.

➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.

➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”

➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.

“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”

SubTop!Detective X DomBot!Criminal reader ⁉️⁉️

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subtop!m!detective, dombot!criminal!m!reader,

toxic relationship?! dubcon;groping, hatefucking-ish? degredation. minors, ageless blogs dni

he's in his 30s. a detective? a man who often fights with a damn little punk who's slippery as fuck and gets on his nerves. a deranged, delusional, tatted up brat who makes his life harder. he swore he saw your face todayㅡbut he blames it on lack of sleep. that's all it is. he hasn't seen you in a few days - only hearing about what you're doing in the reports, news anchors, and his associates. you make him sick.

rejecting an invitation to drinks when there's work to be done. work of tracking down some twerp who breaks in and out of his house, rearranging his things, never stealingㅡfucking with him. touching him, playing with him, making him feel ... good,,,

lonely… getting home after a particularly late night… some sad-looking rugged man looking lost, thoughts of a criminal and his dick plaguing his mind. intrusive thoughts about your naked body on his again? despicable.

no lights were on, just how he left it. locking the door behind him and wandering toward the kitchen - messy and cluttered with boxes of files sitting around collecting dust. switching the light to the kitchen onㅡa cup on the counter catching his attention.

how could he be so absentminded? he berates himself, grasping the cup and his expression twitches in surpriseㅡhuh… the cup is cold...! freezing, even. what is this? he gives it a sniff - noticing how it fizzes, bubbling.

of course… some one broke into his house and is drinking his fucking cola of all things? he has no friends, he knows he has no friends that he's close enough with for them to just waltz right in??!! no key to hand out, no parents to be paying him any visitsㅡ

on guard, hand cautiously placed on the pistol holstered on his belt,. ,,, pausing in his steps as nearly misses it - is that a toilet flushing? what the fuck? a masculine grunt matching footsteps stalking closer; emerging from the darkness of his hallway...! the kitchen light illuminating your face. that stupid expression on your face...

his heart beats a little harder against his chest. why isn't he surprised? and why are you sweaty?

“hiii,” you waved, grinning joyfully; shirtless and in pajama pantsㅡ his pajama pants? you look exhausted...

ㅡ“hey, yeah, you really shouldn't leave your windows unlocked, someone could rob you.” you advise smartly, shuffling closer and grabbing the cup, “i didn't know you could be so reckless!” you tut, shaking your head, scolding him? poking him in the shoulder.

oh... you didnt wash your hands. he grimaces.

ㅡ"i could arrest you for breaking and entering," is what comes from his choked up figure, "for - f-for assault, for burglary, for everything you've done." including heartbreak? you leave him after you've milked him dry and he just wants more. hand on his gun, never leaving as he eyes you warily. "right now, i could."

"you wouldn't," comes your voice, utterly sure of yourself as you lean a little closer, excited. humming as you inhale his natural scent. feeling like some little househusband fondling his husband after waiting for him to get home... which is exactly whats happening, isnt it? aha...

gross. body odor. damn, he smells so fucking good... he looks a little sweaty, too - hah. you're making him nervous. you reach out, pressing your fingers to his lips. unwashed dick hands... he splutters as he tilts his head away, instinctively licking his lips.

ㅡ"don't be so sour. don't give me that face - i've missed you too." undiscouraged, your free hand trailing down, grasping his. bringing it to your lips... mwah.

so why havent you come around sooner? he bites back unsaid, glaring at you as his grip on your own hand tightens. he's a lonely man. lonely men are dangerous - not to be trifled with, yet here you are! he rips his hand away, scoffing. placing it on your shoulder and ... feeling your skin underneath... huh.

his hand gripping your shoulder as he tilts his head down. how is it some disgusting person like you gets him going so easily? all you're doing is just... standing there. in his clothes. "... stop staring." the detective mutters, narrowing his eyes at you. he can feel your eyes lurking low. hes flustered. his face is burning hot and he's hard. miraculous, no?

"i can't help it. it's staring at me." you retorted, scowling at him humorously, "i said, i've missed you." you mutter, voice growing a dangerous edge as you push against him, chest to chest. whats wrong with a little foreplay?

there it is... he's so cute. "don't tell me you havent gotten any action the last time we fucked? what, you missed me that much? don't be gay..." you chastise, hand disappearing from view - an electirc shock climbing his spine at the warmth of your hand on his groin. huh. fuck.

ㅡ fuck. that's it. he hates it how you know where everything is. lube, condoms, acting like you own the place. playing with yourself on top of him... isn't this a great way to destress? but... it only makes him more stressed when you leave.

laying him out, giving a little fight as you strip him roughly. he forgets you have muscle. he forgets you can throw him around like a ragdoll. and you forget he can actually arrest you. he eyes you warily, unsure of what to do with his hands as you're hovering above him, naked in all your glory. grimy...

"when's the last time you showered?" you give him a dirty look, eyeing his bare cock warily, making fun of him for the look he was giving you... always, always messing with him. bullying him... he can throw you around too-! no warning as you abruptly handle him, reaching down and grasping his girth slick with a mixture lube and cum, "yuck," you muttered. chest to chest, as you slowly eased down on his length to base, trembling and breathless.

"y-you're ... you're disgusting. fucking disgusting - i can't believe i'm seriously... letting you..." you stop him, irritation strewn across your face as you place your palm over the bottom half of his face. smothering him; making sure he smells your cock on your hands. you're so mean...

"not just letting me..." you hum, cheerfully. naked on top of him, perched on his cock with your own bobbing as you leaned back. you start playing with it - you're so weird.

you know his body so well, what he likes to see, it hurts so bad. he wants more - and he feels a vague sense of guilt. all those one night stands in his twenties... huh is this how they felt when he left them? begging for him... oh, the pain! "you're begging for me. you might not be saying anything, but i can hear you, loud and clear."

not to mention all those nights actually stalking him... laid up in the corner,,, in his closet as he masturbates while repeating your name over and over. watching over him, that's all. he just gets your blood pumping like no other... you couldnt stay away from him very long. always crawling back like he was your confession booth after doing something particularly thrilling.

his lips part, and you slap your hand over his mouth again to keep him from spouting attitude. smearing the sticky, already drying pre over his cheek; hushing him annoyed.

"psh, look at you. you let me undress you, you let me play with your gun, you- you're letting me fuck you. what does that say about you?" you retort, hands on his chest, using him as leverage as you bounce yourself. slow. "you're nasty. letting a dirty degenerate touch you like this? you fucking love it." you scowl, pinching the flesh of his pecs and grinding onto him. clean. "you love it a little too much..."

ㅡhe hisses, hands snapping to grasp your hips and pinch the flesh, jerking upwards, "fuck you. i - i don't love it. i don't. i don't love you." his voice breaking off into a muted whine, throwing his head back against his pillows. he was spouting nonsense. nonsense in order to defend himself from your rapid teasing, but you were making him stupid... just inhaling your natural scent messes with his head.

"... right... i don't love you either." you mutter, eyes narrowed as you hold onto him, squirming as you grope his chest. "do you make all these sounds when you're masturbating, too?" your tone switches, teasing as you lean over, licking his cheek.

you're just... using each other. that's right... for an adrenaline pick-me-up and to curb loneliness. you stay a little longer afterwards. he lays there, still beside you in his own bed. holding your hand when he's sure you're asleep. he could put you away for a long time, you know that? he's selfish. wants you for his own sake.

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poorly explaining internet horror in a single sentence

Local58 - What if “The Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask” was even more horrifying than it already is?

The Mandela Catalogue - Adam and Eve fucked around and found out

The Walten Files - Chuck E. Cheese on crack

Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared - Sesame Street but the street is in Detroit

The Monument Mythos - The Statue of Freedom is in a silly goofy mood

The Nixonverse - Richard Nixon: cha cha real smooth *teleports to an alternate timeline*

The Trinity Desk Project - Fantastic Four but worse

Mystery Flesh Pit National Park - There is no ethical consumption under capitalism

Possibly in Michigan - Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss

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Better Times p. 1

As I have noticed people on this blog often don't read the longer works I split this one up. Happy birthday to me, y'all are getting hurt >;-) Pairing: Poly!Solangelo x gn!reader, Will Solace x reader x Nico di Angelo Request: halli hallo~ ^^ i wanted to ask if i could request something for solangelo x reader? i'm not sure if your requests are open, i couldn't find anything that said otherwise, maybe i read over it, or forgot a page? if that is the case i apologize! but if they are open, then i was thinking that the reader is just having an off week in general, things are just not going their way, and worst of all, their boyfriends are busy TwT then when the week is over, one of them senses that there's something wrong with the reader, but as soon as they get asked what's wrong, they just start full on sobbing- cuddling ensues? TwT solangelo is my biggest source of comfort right now, and the posts of them from this blog are always so cute and fluffy ^^ Word count: 1.8k Warnings: bad feelings, sad feelings, hurt (not yet comfort). -Asnyox Part 2

You would think that living at camp wouldn’t necessarily be more stressful than going out in the ‘real’ world. However, the distinction between chores and free time was non-existent. Therefore, you weren’t sure whether you were supposed to be working, taking time off and most of all forcing your boyfriends to take a break with you. It was impossible to convince them, because either of them had good reasons that what they were doing wasn’t too exerting of them, or should be put off until after you hung out. For Nico and Will finishing their duties meant free time, and the problem here was that it felt as if they were never finished with their duties, and neither were you. 

In short, you would have loved to spend some time with your boyfriends. Yet, Nico was busy relocating the troglodytes after their old home got destroyed, and Will was busy restocking the infirmary before summer. You were busy, being alone. You didn’t blame your boyfriends, of course they were allowed their own lives and tasks, and you respected that they were capable of doing their own tasks. You would just have liked to be able to relax with them for a bit, just a hug perhaps. 

It came to the point where Nico even paused your morning sword training sessions (did those count as a free time activity?), and Sherman stepped up to the game. You tried to kindly decline, but he didn’t take no for an answer. After your initial problems when training with Sherman, he seemed to have calmed down and gotten to a more ‘teaching’ approach. However, this did not mean that he would be pulling punches, or slashes in the case of sword fighting. 

That was how you ended up in the infirmary, under the worried gaze of your lover. Will carefully stitched the slash on your arm as you tried to stay silent. This was the most one-on-one attention you had gotten from Will in what felt like weeks, and you wanted it to not be a worrying experience for Will. Who were you kidding though, you were hurt so of course Will was worried. 

“Here, eat this,” Will softly held some ambrosia to your mouth. You carefully put your lips around it, grazing Will’s fingers in a soft kiss. Will used his other hand to grab your jaw, his thumb slowly moving over your cheek. You wished Will would kiss your wounds better, but he didn’t seem to get the hint. 

“Thanks,” you breathed and Will’s worried eyes softened. “Maybe you should wait with training until Nico gets back,” Will looked at you intensely, “You know, he might get jealous if you keep training with Sherman?” you laughed, although you wished Nico was there to get jealous, and take you away, and spend time with you. You hoped it didn’t show on your face. “Well I need to keep up,” you tried to push away the flutter in your chest, “You never know when a Sherman shaped monster tries to get me,” then you sighed, “I wish Nico was here more, but I know he’s busy.” Will hummed, as he turned to put away some of the supplies he used. 

“We can maybe plan a date soon.” Will suggested, “We all have been busy for a while now, it would be nice to just have some time with the three of us.” You nodded in agreement, starting to stand up. “Do you have anything planned outside of your infirmary shifts?” Will asked as he looked at you. “Training with Sherman, mostly. Everything else I can probably move.” you said and Will nodded. “Cool, me too. Whoever sees Nico first plans the date then?” he asked and you nodded again. But as you left the infirmary you already missed the shine of Will’s smile, and you sighed as you felt an unexplainable sadness in your chest. You considered turning back for a moment, before you noticed hurt campers coming your way. Right, Will was working and did not need a distraction. You moved out of the way, not sure where you were going. 

Just suck it up, you thought. You did not need to add to their list of chores. You were going to be fine. 

But, as you were laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling of your cabin, you realized something. You were tired, wanted to cry, and still had tasks to do. So, you decided to make a deal with yourself. If you finished your tasks, you could skip the campfire and indulge in some healthy letting-your-emotions-out time, on your own. Sighing you sat up, took a breath, and went to face the world. 

Maybe you wanted to share some parts, but that would once again make it about you. If you could simply make today a good day then it will start getting better right, slowly? Just one good day, filled with love, spent with your boyfriends. 

Will was the one to catch Nico, and informed you that all three of you had time for a date a few days later. You hadn’t looked forward to the wait, but a few days was at least a set time instead of wallowing in the impossibility of seeing your lovers ever. Yet, as you met up with them, Nico didn’t seem too happy to see you. He wasn’t smiling, instead he stared at you intently. 

“(Y/n), love, are you okay?” he asked when you were within earshot. Will was next to Nico, already holding his hand. Nico wasn’t sure how to breach the topic, but Will and him had talked for a moment already and Will had voiced his worry about you not sharing your troubles. Nico saw what he meant, you looked restless and tired at the same time and there must have been something going on. 

“I’ve been,” you hesitated, “... tired.” Was this really the moment to admit it? You had been so strong for the week, and you just wanted some chill, fun time with your boyfriends. So, even if you felt like if you closed your eyes you might either sleep or cry, perhaps both, you didn’t want to talk about your emotions. Talking about them meant feeling them, and feeling was an activity you weren’t affording yourself right now. You want to feel fine, perhaps get a kiss, and move on so you could get these emotions out in a way that wouldn’t upset your boyfriends. 

Not that they would ever be upset about you having feelings, no, you didn’t want them to spend the day meant for fun times feeling bad about the fact that you perhaps had missed them, had felt a bit neglected in the past week. You knew they would feel guilty about not noticing your mental state deteriorate in the past week, or that you hadn’t told them about your breakdowns at night, or that you had not considered asking for as much as a hug in the past week because if you were to be safely in the arms of one of your lovers, you knew you would not be able to hold in the tears and hold up the walls that barely contained your emotions. These walls would need to keep standing until after you forcefully had fun with your boyfriends on a cute date with no emotional baggage shared. You wanted to be happy today. But-

“Are you sure that’s all?” Nico’s voice broke your thoughts. “Yes!” you answered a little too quickly, “Let’s get going, okay? We can talk more when we’ve put out everything for the picnic. Would hate to have our date cut short by the dinner bell, right?” Your boyfriends exchanged a look. “Are you sure, love?” Will grabbed your hand, “we can always hold the picnic in Nico’s cabin, have a bit more comfort.” You sighed, before softly grabbing Will’s face, and pressing a kiss on his lips. “All I am sure of is that I just want the comfort of my boyfriends during a picnic,” you smiled softly, feeling slightly undone by the kiss you just instigated. Oh, how you had longed for that, “Okay?” 

So, you went out together. The sun shined on you and you could feel how it was energizing you. The blanket was laid down, the food spread out, and most importantly, you were sitting between your boyfriends for the first time in a long while. 

Between the strawberries, hand holding and cuddles you finally felt at ease. You were glad that neither of your boyfriends pressed the matter of your well-being, even if you found them staring at you a little more than usual. But it was nice, conversation flowed freely. 

“How have the troglodytes been?” you asked, and Nico perked up. “They’re adjusting really well!” Nico probably was unaware that he was smiling. He tended to look younger when he got excited, and he truly did love the troglodytes, “They had been sad about losing some of the hats but have found ways that even I don’t know yet to get new hats.” “That’s cute.” Will said, although you knew he had had some reservations considering the troglodyte business- mostly because he didn’t like how Nico somehow always seemed paler whenever he came back from visiting them, as if Nico didn’t take good care of himself when he went to them. “It truly is,” Nico hummed, “maybe we could visit them someday.” you could see that he was excited for the prospect. “Maybe,” Will said and you hit him lightly on his arm. “I would love to, Nico.” you told him, and Nico nodded, a little less excited at Will’s answer. 

Eventually the sun started shining a little less, and you knew the day was coming to an end, feeling dread form as you were packing up. You kissed your boyfriends, before each of you went to your respective tables at the dining hall. Nico had said he still had to fix something with the troglodytes, one of the last things he promised. Will had offered to sit together at the campfire with you today, but you truly did feel tired. You couldn’t pinpoint why, so you excused yourself quickly, brushing off Will’s worried inquiries, before going to your cabin, laying in your bed. Today was fun, and good, yet you still felt like sobbing. Tears were already forming as you simply thought about the fun times you had during the day, the soft kisses and how your boyfriends looked at you. Gods, you loved them so much, but why were you crying? If today was good, why wouldn’t it fix whatever made you feel like this? Why, why, why?

i be like “i’m fine” then shake my leg 138mph