#dialogue rhythm

[penstricken]

Top Tips for Writing Beautiful Dialogue

Read my top tips for writing dialogue in my new blog post here 👇 #amwriting #writing #fiction #writer

Dialogue is a critical part of any novel. Apart from the fact it makes up a monumental chunk of your overall word count, it can be a powerful tool for creating suspense, driving the plot and fleshing out your characters. Get it right, and you’re halfway towards writing a killer novel. Get it wrong, and you’re done for. If you really want to see a master of dialogue at work, you should read Hills…

[daisywords]

my new writing/editing hack (I'm sure everyone else figured this out years ago) is switching out my "for a moment" and other useless beat markers with just some description of the setting/other characters present. Retaining the right rhythm while throwing in some more sensory detail (something I can be a little sparse with). Anyway I'm a genius for this

[mochiiniko]

gotta love finding new ways to hate on cole /j (ramble thing about act 4 under the cut since ive been thinking about it lately)

im just extremely confused as to why cole just?? left??? or was about to leave middlesea, at least. i find it weird since he was so hellbent on visiting nicole in 2-X

but then he just. leaves

and nicole is the reason why he comes back so why didnt he just

not leave the hospital 💀

then theres also the whole thing with a big chunk of the post 1-XN dialogue being cut after act 5, and while nicoles line being cut out made me sad at first it makes sense because i wouldnt want to talk to cole too sorry </3

i dont think he even told her he was planning to leave which is. cole. girl what were you thinking 😭

edit: looked through the wiki again for more dialogue and yea i forgot about this

and the 2-X clear text makes me even more confused i HATE this man (/lh hes still one of my favorite characters unfortunately)

[amethystsoda]

💖 💫 Muse Dash 💫 💖

[theotherpacman]

ah yes it's my favorite song "HEY LAPIS ARE YOU OKAAAAYYYYY" "yeah" "ARE YOU SURE?" "yeah" ".. IM LEAVIN BUT ILL BE BACK" "okay" "DO YOU NEED ANYTHING?" "no" "....... WHAT SEASON IS THAT" "three"

[natjennie]

play it by ear dropout.tv is sosos so important to me when I'm high. that shit is genuine magic. how are they doing that.

[herosplatling-replica]

if you ask me Ian has a complicated thing going on with his gender but is so busy working on the rhythm defibrillator that he can't really unpack all of that yet. happy miku day

[northwest-by-a-train]

One of my most deeply-held beliefs on culture is that somewhere out there there is a 27yo with a crinkled non-binary flag in the corner of their room, more mugs and dirty plates in their sink than bricks in the tower of Babel, less than 70 of god's own dollars in their bank account to finish the month and five dying plants on the windowsill, crusty stuff in the corner of their eyes, who has crafted a world of aching beauty Tolkien and Homer could only ever dream of, a vision that honours all that is noble and raw in the heart of Man, a vindication of existence and a balm to suffering, all for the benefit of a half-dozen harem pants wearers on a server named "Bingus' Grotto"

[hawkeyeslaughter]

real good chance of me actually finishing this fanfic if u guys even care

[no-longer-human33]

Rhythm Thiefers... I have both a Japanese and English copy of Rhythm Thief... would anyone be interested if I transcribed all the dialogue from both versions...

[fishermcn]

👤+ Miriam, perchance?

@sunmad // a friend fondly met at the long-traveled crossroads, or a foe bitterly dashed against now bloodied stones? // accepting.

"Going to be standing there staring off into space all night?"

Sam doesn't quite startle, but it's a near enough thing for Beckham to notice given his muttered oath and the glare that is soon in following. "Stuff it. Ain't bring ya here t'worry 'bout what all I'm thinking on."

"That's exactly what you brought me out here for, actually." Beckham corrects dryly, giving the rifle currently held between his wrinkled hands a less-than-subtle shake as if to further prove his point. When Sam only mutters another oath under his breath with a cough for an argument, he grins from behind the salt and pepper of his bushy beard. "Supposed to be keeping an eye out for any trouble. That includes everything from savage beasts to uptight clergymen, all the way up to my boss getting lost in that thick head of his."

"Suppose I cut ya pay f'sticking that crooked nose o'yours into m'business." Sam grumbles, though it's a half-hearted barb at best.

Beckham merely laughs. "Suppose I'll forget which dingy basement you've been holding up in these last few weeks and take those imported bottles of whiskey for myself, then." His grin lasts another moment longer before giving way with a sigh, the older man leaning back against a pile of stacked crates with a pained grunt. "All right. Spill. No sense in having you walk out there and try to hash out some sort of deal with this lot until your head isn't lost somewhere between your shoulders and your arsehole."

"Fucking poet, ya are." At the older man's casual shrug, Sam merely grumbles lowly, fiddling with a bolt or hinge on his riflespear for want of something to do or say. That silence stretches on for maybe a full minute before he gives up the ghost with a sigh hissed between his teeth, none too gently planting his forehead against the flat of the spearhead. "Fine. Fine. Met that mark I mentioned a ways back."

Beckham raises a bushy brow. "That church doctor? I thought we had a way in already with a prospector you're in good with?"

"Nah. Fool's errand, that. She's fine, but with how close she is t'the chief hunter? Best not risk it." Sam gnaws on the inside of his cheek, stormy eyes entirely too preoccupied with errant thoughts, before biting the bullet. "Arranged something. Knows a way in, she does. No need poking 'round Old Yharnam neither, seems."

Beckham blinks once, then twice. "Sounds like a good thing then," he offers slowly, watching keen-eyed as Sam himself doesn't seem nearly as assured. "Doesn't explain why your head is in the clouds though. Not unless she took your offer for a night on the town for something else entirely." When Sam doesn't at least muster up a chuckle to go along with his own for the admittedly easy joke, Beckham's brows nearly reach into his hairline. "No. No, surely she didn't actually...?"

"Kosm's breath, fucking course not." Sam snaps. Given the uncertain swallow that follows, he can't fault the older man his doubtful look. "Been fine, it has. Having a go 'bout th'town, I mean. Just odd. Strange. Hard t'tell what she's thinking when she looks at me sometimes." Smothering a round of coughing into his cowl is enough time for him to round up his otherwise restless thoughts. "Smart though. Keen as her scalpel. Skilled. Can work with her, no doubt."

"There's a but in there somewhere. I can hear those cogs of yours grinding from here."

"Shut it." Sam grouses, though he doesn't bother denying it further. "There's something in them eyes o'hers, might say. Mixed sack, changes by th'moment. Hard t'pin them all down, but she's off f'sure. Not just a Yharnamite thing neither. Something all hers." Something that didn't stop him from pinning her against his chest, near heart to ill-beating heart. Something that didn't blink when his teeth met her skin, something that didn't snap the brittle bones of his neck when he dared to mark that pale expanse or dirty the purity of her pristine robes...

Beckham's low whistle is enough to snap him free from another reverie, and his hackles are raised immediately by the near pitying look on the older man's face. "Got something t'say?"

"Shit son, don't know if I should if I'm being honest." Beckham merely waves off the returning glare. "Look, if you can work with her without tripping over your own feet or getting yourself filleted like a prime cut of meat, I say go for it. Not likely you'll get another chance at the catacombs what with the way Yharnam's going these days."

Sam doesn't respond immediately, tap-tap-tapping a gloved finger against his thigh consideringly. "Don't sound too worried, ya don't."

"Should I be? Remember who's holding the rifle. If getting mauled by some Yharnam madwoman were in your cards, I reckon that would've happened down with them Yahar'gul lot." Beckham mutters to himself almost as an afterthought, "Not some church doctor you're getting moon-eyed over."

Sam merely snorts, swinging his riflespear onto his shoulder and pulling his cowl back up over his face. "Just man th'gun and shut up."

"Aye-aye, captain."

[junkmailmusubi]

[mariocki]

The Brothers Rico (1957)

"Okay, okay, so nobody's blaming you! Let's just say something happened way back, huh? So maybe I am gonna die. But, Eddie, you've got even bigger troubles. You're gonna live."

[non-plutonian-druid]

heres a treat for the three of you that follow me for voltron. remember that gravity falls au from a million years ago? probably not but here you are anyway!!

[ID: A six panel comic, drawn in a loose sketchy style that could resemble the Gravity Falls style if it were finished. The backgrounds are traced from shots of the gift shop of the Mystery Shack.

Panel 1: Lance leans over the register and hooks an arm around Pidge to see what book she's reading. Pidge looks disgruntled. Lance says, "Oh, Mothman? Are you into that cryptid hunting stuff?"

Panel 2: Lance squashes Pidge a bit so that he can make a frame with both his hands. Pidge protests "HEY". Lance continues, "Have you thought about investigating Keith?"

Panel 3: Through Lance's hand frame, we see Keith, who is stocking shelves and not paying attention. Lance says, "I swear that guy's not human."

Panel 4: The same image as before, except now Keith is looking at Lance and flipping him the bird. Lance says, "I mean, just look at that mull-" but is cut off when Shiro says "Lance."

Panel 5: Shiro, who is also stocking shelves, looks very tired. He has a box of gnome statues tucked under his missing arm, and is holding one of the statues in his other arm. He says, "Just. Why."

Panel 6: Lance lifts his arms and smiles, saying, "Sorry Shiro!" He is still leaned most of the way across the register, but Pidge has escaped his grasp. She is frowning at him and holding her book protectively to her chest. End ID.]

[nightmun]

Here’s a quick little sketch I did a while ago of more Cole harassing people, this one based on dialogue from the janitor in game

Here’s the dialogue it’s based on if you’re curious:

[swallowtailed]

in the early scenes of misericorde & thinking about (a) opening sequences and (b) quickly establishing characters. i love beginnings