#insert exclamation mark

[eatinghemlocks]

oh damn, did i just get an idea for a story? yes.

am i going to write it? yes. hopefully.

Boston Globe, Massachusetts, May 21, 1940

[binary-bird]

2023 david ref 👁️‍🗨️

[belle-keys]

someone just left the most embarrassing reblog on one of my posts about the ballad of songbirds and snakes of all things that I spent some time debating whether or not it’s ironic. like I was gonna laugh at it, but it’s genuinely so concerning that people’s reading comprehension and media literacy are this poor that I’m just so full of pity right now.

[bluefall7]

Its not that persay, you're just very cute

🥚anon

I am not cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[artsycloudysleepy]

@staff !!! seriously!!! sort out the bot situation - especially on the aspec tags!!! it's literally your job to deal with these!!!

@staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff @staff

Please, please, please do something about the “health and wellness” bots that are plaguing the asexual tag. It is not the users’ responsibility to report and block every single bot when there are hundreds of them out there. It is YOUR responsibility and your JOB to moderate these bots and make sure that they stop spreading across the website.

[magic-vending-machine]

*inserts a nice and shiny pebble with "friend?" written on it*

The machine dispenses the same pebble, but with an exclamation point written over the question mark.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Dialogue

Dialogue is a spoken exchange between multiple characters in a play, film, TV show, or another type of creative writing.

Writing dialogue reveals character development, speech patterns, and mannerisms, which can also propel the plot forward.

Often, authors employ realistic dialogue that captures how specific people speak.

Sometimes they use direct dialogue (showing what a character wants), and other times they are rich in subtext (illuminating depth beneath the surface of the exchange).

How to Format Dialogue Dialogue formatting can show verbal exchanges between two characters effectively.

Consider these guidelines on how to punctuate dialogue:

Quotation marks. Writers should use double quotation marks to encase a character’s spoken words. Single quotation marks may appear within dialogue when someone is quoting another.

Dialogue tag. Writers typically insert a comma at the end of a sentence as a dialogue tag to denote the speaker (such as: “Let’s eat,” Travis said.). The comma should appear comma before the closing set of quotation marks.

Closing punctuation after quotation marks. An exclamation point or question mark may also appear before the closing quotation marks.

New paragraph. When characters talk back and forth to one another, start a new section each time another character speaks a line of dialogue.

How to Write Dialogue

Consider the following writing tips from Judy Blume on how to craft strong dialogue:

Dialogue breaks up your text. Writers can use dialogue to enliven long blocks of text. “I'll flip through a book, and if it's dense, dense, dense, dense, no paragraphs, no dialogue, I don't want to read it,” Judy says. “But dialogue lightens up your book on the page. You want white space on the page. Dialogue gives you that: playlets, I often put in little playlets in my book; it's like a little play within a scene.”

To write better dialogue, read more of it. Authors write great dialogue by reading great dialogue. “Reading and reading and reading, you will find what's good dialogue, what you think is good dialogue, and what you think is wooden and not very good dialogue,” Judy says. “And you will learn from that just by reading it and reading it and going to the next book and finding it because it's there. It's in every novel. There's dialogue.”

Keep your word choice simple. In a few of her earlier works, Judy did not use the word “said” when writing dialogue. “I decided that I would write this whole novel without ever using he word ‘said,’ that said was such a boring word,” she says. “‘He said.’ ‘She said.’ I had my thesaurus by my side, and my characters did everything but say. My characters exclaimed. They beguiled. And they did everything but say. Throw away your thesaurus when you’re writing.”

Write realistic voices. Developing a character’s voice requires observing real-life exchanges and using smart word choices. “It’s a question of capturing the way people talk when they're talking to each other on the street, you know, in the workplace, wherever,” Judy says. “Your characters should each speak as themselves, meaning they are believable and recognizable.”

Source ⚜ Writing References: Worldbuilding ⚜ Plot ⚜ Character More: Better Dialogue ⚜ Children's Dialogue ⚜ Dialogue Prompts

[bambiraptorx]

Draxum's rude af kids are making their way through the @tmntaucompetition

[First I.D. Red Rover Leo shoves aside a grey insert person, a look of disgust on his face and his hand raised in a loose fist. He says "move. I'm gay." Next to him are Red Rover Mikey and Donnie. Mikey has his hands around one of Donnie's arms, looks at the person Leo is shoving, and says "We're walkin here!" with 'walkin' in all caps. Donnie stares flatly at the phone in his hand and says nothing. End I.D. 1]

[Second I.D. Three panel comic. In the first panel, Red Rover Leo shoves Minor Interference Mikey, who flails and says "wha- hey!" In the background, Minor Interference Donnie gasps in shock and anger. In the second panel, Donnie confronts Leo, leaning forwards and pointing at him and yelling "don't pick on my brother!" Leo leans backwards slightly with his hands on his hips, a cocky expression on his face as he responds "make me". In the last panel, Minor Interference Draxum towers over both Donnie and Leo, who are shown from behind with exclamation marks over their heads. Draxum crosses his arms angrily and asks, "okay, what's going on here?" End I.D. 2]

Minor Interference Draxum doesn't like it when people harass his turtles, so he's kinda ticked off. (That and he barely has the tolerance to deal with his own shithead teens, let another others lol)

@tmntaucompetition

[redrandomposts]

ooo clarifications for the alnst x orv crossover

- i wasnt calling till "secretive plotter" as his constellation name owo it was more like "florist!character" where the word before the exclamation mark describes what the character is like in the au hehe

- constellations dont need to sponsor incarnations to watch their channels! they can simply come and go as they please. hades is also very likely to still watch ivan regardless of sponsorship since ivan is connected to dokja and hades is like a doting, concerned father for dokja LMAOOO

suitor vs grandfather lowkey fighting to sponsor ivan 😭 ivan gets an unholy amnt of coins sponsored to him by both sides and hes like lmao better get some use out of these ...

two paths for this au : ivan gets sponsored by hades, or ivan gets sponsored by till

- ivan being sponsored by hades also means he's getting sponsored by persephone in extension and gets skills and stigmas that stave off death like theyre cheat codes but aren't technically cheat codes 🤔 puts a stop to all his dying but it also means he's now more reckless w himself bc "undying stigma lol ✨"

- ivan being sponsored by till gets him spammed with [Constellation <insert name here> is looking at you.] at the most random times. his skills and stigmas would be related to ivan's themes/imagery in alien stage (the planet saturn, meteors, stars etc). they would also definitely get a shared fable called <Constants Till The End> or something because they ARE each other's constants am i right haha

as for till's constellation name... i was thinking something like <Unbound Songwriter of Bygone Times> or simply <Unbound Musician>

(i also have constellation names for ivan and sua since i have this OTHER alnst x orv crossover where ivan and sua are the outer gods disguised as constellations this time, just throwing it out there LMAO)

— 🌦️

hi again 🌦️!!

i seee... but also, i'm pretty sure constellations have to pay more to send "messages" for unsponsored streamers.... maybe i'm tripping, but also i'm clearly refusing to reread orv, so.

sometimes grandparents love their grandchildren more... like mine. if my father and grandparents didn't have conflicting political views, it'd be different, but alas. i'm more loved. thus, ivan's more loved, because im pretty sure the grandparents are convinced kdj did some fucked up shit to pass down his self-sacrifice. which, fair, shattering your soul is pretty fucked up.

why do i love unbound musician?? unbound is a really nice term for till...

a shared fable... forever attracted forever doomed... haha jk actor au exists and they're together (copium??) so.

some skill ideas from till:

-meteorite escape: a recreation of the night till and ivan escaped, except till stays. this gets rid of negative effects, but their mentality becomes childlike.

-muse: an investigative skill that can tell you about something in the form of song.

-another us: watch a potential outcome of an action in third person.

-obsession: mark a person or thing to track them until they die or something lol

-shallow emotion: force another person to be obsessed with you, even wanting to die for you.

my god i'm tired and its showing it's time to pass out

[mixelation]

okay. weirdly i keep seeing solutions for the problem where copying a google doc to ao3 creates huge gaps between lines, but NONE of these solutions are as easy as what i do. okay here goes

in the google doc, click the "line & paragraph spacing" button (the one with the double arrow and three lines)

next, from the drop down, select "add space after paragraph." bam! now whenever you hit return, google docs will automatically add a double space between lines without you having to hit return twice. it will copy and paste into ao3's rich text editor without adding more space, and the formatting will be readable in google docs.

unfortunately you cannot retroactively add this into a document you've already written because it will double the space you already have, in which case i will direct you to a script to fix formatting issues for you. (i've never used this script so i can't vouch for it.) although sometimes i forget to set up my doc for a few paragraphs, and it's not hard to change the setting and then manually delete the extra spaces.

another tip: sometimes for italic script, ao3 inserts a rando space before punctuation, so it looks like this:

Huh, that's weird !

The key to fixing this oddity is that the punctuation also has to be italicized. So it needs to be:

Huh, that's weird!

(I picked an exclamation mark because the difference is easier to see what I'm talking about, but his happens to me most often with periods because there's no visual difference between an italicized period and a non-italicized one until ao3 has randomly inserted a space.)

[st-kitten]

707 pt.5.1

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your series on quinn had garnered an overwhelming response from the audience. both of you had earned heftily and toji gained a big fat "i told you so" from you. it was now New Year's Eve. the day was marked as a holiday, providing you a much-needed break from the work. you considered this day as an opportunity to unwind and focus on yourself. so, you decided to indulge in a self-care day.

despite a long night's rest, you found yourself waking up later than usual, the warmth of your cozy bed tempting you to stay curled under your comforter just a bit longer. you mindlessly scrolled on your phone.

following an unconventional breakfast (coffee and a cheesecake), you made your way to your comfortable couch, sinking into the soft cushions with a content sigh. you decided to read for a while.

like any girl, you had your divine stash of spicy dark romances. you flipped through the pages, devouring every word, playing it in your head imagining henry cavill everywhere. the best thing you could do to annotate was excitedly underline your favourite lines with a pen and decorate them with exclamation marks.

the way those stories fuelled your inner devil... a part of you wished fictional men were real. every particle in you wanted to be fucked by a god. you had no shame when it came to your kinks, but most of your partners took three steps back and made themselves unknown when they discovered them. so you kept them to yourself, sticking to your books and your mind.

you were highly invested in the plot of [insert favourite dark romance] when your phone buzzed.

'need a hand. come downstaris'

you wondered what toji was up to and kept your book down, marking the page you were on with a crumpled bill. still in night shorts, hair dishevelled in a bun, you put some boots on and took the lift downstairs. it was mildly breezy and you wished you'd put a jacket on. with clattering teeth, you stepped out into the foyer, looking around. you sauntered to the parking space allotted to 706.

you stopped dead in your tracks, looking in front of you, at the six foot two broad man who sat on a sexy, ink black bike, wearing an equally dark compression shirt and a helmet that sent pulses straight between your legs. it took you a moment to believe that it was toji.

"megs needs some things for school. i'd have bought them myself but apparently he says i have horrible taste in stationary. would you..." toji stared at you.

why were you standing with disney XD knees? why were your eyes focused on his torso? why were you practically drooling?

you couldn't see his face since it was hidden underneath a black visor. but toji had a sly smirk permanently plastered on his face.

"you alright there, princess?" he asked, leaning forward, placing his arms on the bike's airbox, his muscles tightening and bringing out the veins.

"you... ride a bike..."

toji chuckled. "i may be hustling for cash, sweetie, but i come from generational wealth. this baby here is just one of the perks."

you gulped and took a few steps near him. you didn't know what to focus on. his buff arms that could crack your skull in a millisecond, his torso (by that i mean fushititties), the sexy helmet that hid his handsome face from you or that fact that he had a bike.

"uh huh..." words failed to come out of your mouth.

"you can check me out all day, princess, but i gotta run errands. you in?"

mindlessly, you nodded. toji chortled and handed you a spare helmet, which you put on. he noticed that you were all but naked in your night clothes, so he loosened that jacket he'd tied around his waist and asked you to turn around. he put it on you, adoring how big it looked on you.

"penguin..." he muttered.

you still hadn't recovered from anything. you half expected to wake up from a dream. you managed to sit on the bike, scooting forward to adjust yourself.

"hold tight."

only when the bike roared did you come to your senses. the sudden momentum made you jolt forward and wrap your arms around his waist.

"are you okay?" toji asked, amused by how brainlessly you were behaving. upon hearing no response, he simply began driving. it was going to be a quick ride, but toji figured he might as well spend it with you. he was no stranger to riding sports bikes, but having you sitting behind him made him want to show off just a little.

aligning his body with the bike, toji swerved skilfully, leaning into each curve with a boldness and surety that seemed almost choreographed.

you on the other hand, had begun fantasising all sorts of things. the knowledge of toji being a biker did some things to you. the arms that circled around him slowly loosened as your hands started to feel his abs with a mind of their own.

toji knew all to well what you were going through. it was the standard response of any girl. he let out a soft laugh, loving the way your hands felt on him. he sped up slightly, darting through the streets. you reached the store quicker than you anticipated. toji turned the bike off, expecting you to get off, but no. you just sat there, glued to him.

he leaned back, turning his waist slightly, and placed his elbow on your knee.

"any plans to get off?" he asked.

"oh... you bet..." you blurted out earning a deep chuckle from the man.

with great reluctance, you hopped off the bike, feeling very small compared to the large man beside you. he took his helmet off and cradled it in his arms.

you still had yours on. he tapped on it, hoping to snap you back to senses. he had no clue what was going on with you, but he didn't mind.

the two of you strolled through the store, ticking each item of the school's list.

"he's six. he does not need a dissection kit, toji..."

"that's what this is?"

the next half an hour went by quickly and you were out of the store in no time.

"you had breakfast, princess?" he asked. okay, you weren't a big fan of nicknames, but the way they spilled out of his mouth so effortlessly, made you giddy.

"yep. you?"

"not yet. you mind if i grab something real quick?"

you shook your head. the two of you drove to a nearby KFC (sorry...). he parked the bike and went inside since the queue at the drive through was long. you sat on the bike, letting your thoughts run wild. oh, you wanted him. in some uncanny ways. just how ever were you going to convince him...

toji came outside holding a paper bag with food in it. he was genuinely concerned about your strange behaviour. maybe he'd ask you about it later. standing beside you, almost towering over you, he nonchalantly ran his gloved hand across you thigh, taking in the goosebumps that rose on your skin.

"you wanna drive?"

"what? fuck. no. we'd die."

"it ain't that hard."

"no thank you. i'm happy being your backpack."

"my what?"

"backpack? you know... passenger princess, but for bikes..."

"huh."

toji definitely felt too old for a moment. "you're fine being called after an object?"

"uh... yeah..." you didn't like how dry the conversation had become. you were half convinced. there was no way toji would hear your kinks out.

the ride back to your building was silent. not awkward, just silent. even the elevator ride upstairs was hollow. toji stepped into his apartment, you following him like a puppy. he placed the bags on the couch. he stood in his living room, checking his mail, one arm cradling the helmet, his hands sifting through the envelopes. he spotted you gawking at him through the corner of his eye.

"are you stoned?"

"huh? no."

"are you sick?"

"no, i'm not sick... i'll... be in my house then... thanks for the ride."

you fist bumped his shoulder and trotted away into your house. toji had a big question mark on his face. usually you'd run your mouth and leave no snarky comment off the table. so, seeing you acting like a wobbly stool made him wonder if something had happened.

the rest of the day went normally for both of you. you continued working on some songs and he cleaned his house for the first time in a while. by dinner time, toji ad gotten suspicious of your sudden lack of activity. he knocked on your door, once again, to find that it was unlocked.

"what's the point of this door..." he mumbled, stepping into your house.

you were in the kitchen, watching a youtube video on making some spaghetti.

"slipped my mind..." you said to him, eyes still fixated on your tiny phone.

toji observed you closely. ever since your little bike ride in the morning, you'd been acting weird.

"need help?"

you shook your head. why were you so quiet?

toji didn't want to leave you alone, so he just sat down on your couch, watching you cook (mostly mess up). he accidentally sat on the book you'd left there. with nothing else to do, he decided to flip through it.

let's just say he had to hold back a few gasps...

he looked at you, then looked at the book and then back at you.

is this what you read? you... liked this?

toji understood your quinn business, but to think that you actually enjoyed erotic stories outside of your hustle... now that was something. he decided to read a little, on the page you'd marked.

he covered his mouth with a curled fist as he read your book, hiding a devilish smirk. no wonder you went quiet. your poor mind must be picturing so many things seeing as the protagonist of your book too... was a biker. you innocent face did a great job at masking the inner demon. toji was at least six pages in when he realised how excruciatingly detailed everything was. he could only envision you reading the book, holding it with one hand while the other helped your nether region feel what you wanted the most.

but that wouldn't have been enough... you can't just imagine a rugged man having his way with you. you needed someone to actually do it to you. to manhandle you, put you in your place, and fuck you dumb. reading your book was like an insight into your mind. is this what you thought of all this time sitting behind him on the bike?

toji got up, still clutching the book in one hand and made his way to where you were. standing behind you, he rested his palm on the kitchen counter, trapping you between him and the marble surface, letting his body rub against your back.

he felt you inhale sharply. he let his mouth hover beside your ears as he read, "tell me, f/m/c, how bad do you want this?"

his voice made you shudder in place. you looked back at him, not expecting him to be that close.

"what..." you gaze fell to the book he was holding. in his large hands, the book seemed like a pocket bible. well... when it came to mind blowing sex, it was your bible.

"don't get all shy now. i know you like my fist around your throat." toji was only reading what the male protagonist was saying. he had plans for the rest. as he proceeded, he began imitating the actions described in the pages. he let his free hand caress your waist, moving up till it reached your breasts.

"i see you staring at my hands all the time. you like them that much?" he fondled one of them over your bra.

the grip you had on your spatula quivered and you dropped it. you had no words. you were too busy feeling his hands on you.

toji let his fingertips run down your stomach, loving the way you backed into him at the contact. it took no time for him to get hard.

"look at you... so sensitive." oh how glad he was to have spent all those nights recording with you. it gave him a power ready to abuse at any moment.

"i... the book... it's..." you panted.

"yours. no need to lie, sweetheart."

"it's just research... for qu-"

toji slipped his hand inside the flimsy shorts you were wearing the whole day.

"nuh uh. this one's all you."

he had truly mastered delicate touches, something which edged you to a point of absurdity.

"people read... so what." your defence was as weak as a twig.

"i'll stop then..." he was about to take his hands away, when you reflexively grabbed his arm, keeping it in place.

toji smirked.

"alright then... where was i..."

you let a sigh of relief. this was all you'd ever dreamed of. and you were getting it without asking for it. by none other than the menacing hunk of a man that toji was.

toji continued to read lines out loud, his actions dictating each reaction you gave. if he knew it was this easy to get you wet and begging, he'd have done it sooner. he slipped his fingers inside you, one after the other, at a painfully slow pace, dragging the whines out of you. he held back a laugh when you clench your thighs closer. it only motivated him to bully your cunt, speeding up and suddenly slowing down.

"that's a good girl..."

you let out a hearty chuckle, mixed with a long due moan as your head hangs low and forward, you hands gripping the kitchen counter. toji had become completely unpredictable with physical intimacy. you had to give him that. you enjoyed the thrill of it. but you were hardly a saint yourself. you wanted to push his buttons.

"copy cat... can't do a thing without help, can you?"

toji grunted in your ear, his hand squeezing you down there, almost pulling you back into him.

"watch your mouth, princess."

"offended already?" despite the whimpers that spilled out of you, you still had that bratty attitude toji desperately wanted to break. but he knew better than to play your game. he'd lose. so he chose his own route.

he pulled his hand out in an instant, relishing in your groan. before you could retort he snapped the book shut and shoved it between your legs.

"if it falls, you'll having it coming," toji whispered in your ears and left your house...

y/n be like

I love edging u guys... hehehe

[smosh-fessions]

Most of the people who've written on AO3 for this fandom need a writing class and practice. Idk how it's been around so long and there are so few fics with good characterization, dialogue, and sentence structure. Of the twenty I've tried to read, I had to close out of seventeen solely due to dialogue structure and punctuation. If you want other folk to read it, please make sure it's actually legible.

You definitely could've worded this better, but I do have some writing advice I can share, at least.

🌟

Please learn how dialogue is supposed to be written before posting fic. It is so, so difficult to read when it isn't broken up properly. It's even harder to read when the author doesn't use punctuation correctly in relation to quotation marks.

Every time someone new speaks or the topic changes, you need a line break. You do not put two people speaking in the same paragraph.

It should not read like the following:

"Oh, good morning," said Janice as she spotted Kayla at the kitchen table. "Good morning," Kayla said back, giving a little wave.

It should read like this:

"Oh, good morning," said Janice as she spotted Kayla at the kitchen table.

"Good morning," Kayla said back, giving a little wave.

Punctuation also goes within quotation marks. If you are finishing it with a speech action, such as said/yelled/cried/shouted, if it doesn't end with an exclamation or question mark, you use a comma.

"Hello," Jennifer said.

If it ends without a qualifier, it uses normal punctuation and not a comma.

Jennifer nodded. "Hello."

You do not just go "Hey how are you doing" said Emily.

And do not make one giant block of text. Paragraph breaks are used when a topic changes or someone is speaking. Please also learn how commas are used. They are used for natural breaks in writing, such as right here in this sentence. They are not meant to be dropped around for emphasis. It halts the sentence and makes it very choppy and hard to follow.

As an author and as someone who took years of writing classes, I share what I write so that other people can also read it. To me it defeats the purpose of sharing your writing if it is nearly impossible to read. So many good stories go unread because the way that it's been written makes it nearly impossible to follow or comprehend.

And on self inserts, another writing tip:

Don't do the y/n thing. It deeply interrupts the flow. You can simply omit the name, or use something like: He called your name softly. "Are you awake?"  

Something like: "I love your e/c eyes." instead of saying "I love the beautiful color of your eyes." just has horrific pacing.

And don't be afraid to ask for a beat-reader, but make sure they know what they're doing first, and don't let them change anything permanently without your permission. You can work in a Google doc together for this. I edited someone's entire novel this way.

As the great Arin Hanson once said, "I ain't come out the fuckin' pussy paintin' Mozart." and he was right. These are learned skills that need practice. I've been writing since I was in second grade but that doesn't mean it was always good.

[corviiids]

THANKS @kimdokjafan you are so kind and generous. ok im cashing in the first of three blank checks to talk about faith trust and pixie dust (most recent chatfic) because the last two directors commentaries were too serious so let's do a silly one.

some p5r spoilers, and this is mostly about sumire, and it's long again. do i need to keep disclaiming that these are long? you should know me by now.

i had this written for a while before i started formatting it because i wasn't really sure if i should post it? i feel like silly chatfic is something people go to for predominantly lighthearted nonsense so i was like, maybe there's too much plot and dramatic misunderstanding and i should just keep this one for myself. but then i was like well nothing matters and maybe someone will have fun with it. it's kind of terrible how much fully or mostly completed fic there is my docs that just doesn't see the light of day lol. write for yourself etc but i like sharing! too bad it comes with the mortifying ordeal etc. anyway that was a tangent

potato counter is a neopets game. there's no deep lore i just like neopets. i guess in this universe ryuji doesn't play neopets? or maybe he's just never played potato counter specifically. i also have a different fic where ryuji DOES play neopets. it's about neopets and ryuji and goro talking on neopets.

i think this might literally be the first time ive written sumi in a fic because i haven't actually written that much fic for royal, like, now that im looking, literally almost none? and none that had a group dynamic. so it was kind of fun to find her voice for the first time in a silly groupchat like this. i was worried people would find her exclamation marks annoying but i personally thought it was endearing so i added it in there.

every time i do a gag where a character corrects their own typo i have to code more stupid little bubbles to make it happen but i think it's worth it. all the effort that goes into making tgis look as much like a real chat as possible

this obviously doesnt take place in the canon p5/r universe, but im imagining sort of a postcanon sumi personality where she's more comfortable being herself and isn't borrowing kasumi's brand of confidence, but she's visibly a really anxious person without that kasumi veneer. i also think in this universe sumire is a fairly recent addition to the friend group, and while everyone likes her a lot and she really likes them, i kind of wanted to emphasise that feeling of being in a friend group where everyone's established and you're sort of a plus-one? you don't really fit yet. part of that is her being new, part of it is her anxiety, part of it is just the kind of person sumi is where she's so polite and self-conscious she ends up taking herself out of things with her own good intentions. stuff like her interrupting the flow of an existing conversation by greeting everyone instead of jumping straight in because she doesn't feel comfortable inserting herself, which means everyone else stops to greet her even though that doesn't normally happen in a friend group, or making a point of thanking everyone for being invited to events while the others take it as a given.

idk i love that she feels a bit out of place with the phantom thieves in p5r. and part of that is a natural consequence of being a new addition in royal who can't be naturally integrated with an existing dynamic but i honestly feel like the writing team realised that and acknowledged it, and really leaned into it, and that made it work incredibly well for me. like, it's part of her character that she's sort of an outsider. it's not like p4g's incredibly clumsy integration of marie and subsequent attempt to shove her down everyone's throat as the canon love interest in p4ga (knife). sumi has that outsider vibe on purpose and it makes me really like her dynamic with the thieves as an individual

goro also feels slightly out of place in these chats, but his conversational style blends more naturally with the other thieves at this point and he even uses their codenames sometimes. i keep saying my chatfic series isn't a real Series because the lore keeps changing, but if we accept that they're all kind of following a General Continuity, assume this takes place some time after the last fic in which ren added goro to the groupchat and they made an effort to integrate him into their friend group. he's kind of there now and has settled into being the weird boyfriend. that's his role.

every time goro says something like "ren and i" assume it's the text equivalent of him talking to the group with his arm around ren's waist.

ok i got really fond of this silly running joke where sumi brings up the weather when she's feeling uncomfortable. she's so polite. i like this thread because setting it up meant i got to tie it off like this:

this just made me happy lol i liked writing this. i tried to use it to demonstrate that despite goro's abrasiveness he obviously knows sumire pretty well, he's attuned to her quirks and knows how to tell when she's having a bad time with her anxiety, so he uses her little weather habit to ground her.

i honestly dont think goro and sumire could be considered close in p5r and as much as i like the "royal trio" in canon they're not really... like... friends? with each other? they're both attached to ren, so it' more a V shape than anything else. but that said, i really LIKE goro and sumi's canon dynamic. he takes a really grouchy but politely attentive supervisory role to her during their few forays into the palace as a trio where he doesn't really know her well but clearly identifies her as a harmless little tryhard who needs some guidance and steps into that role grudgingly, and she immediately looks up to him despite being very wrong footed by his ruthlessness, which i find incredibly charming. i think given time they could be good friends, they just didn't get much chance to know each other very well in canon. so i tried to kinda do that here.

once goro stops being evil and joins the group they all kind of tiredly accept that his role is to occasionally push a cup off a bench while smirking and refuse to clean it up. emotionally, i mean.

wait i need to backtrack chronologically to talk about akeshu.

in this scene they're in the same room lol talking and snickering while typing. im trying to get at that vibe of the annoying couple who is flirting with each other, via you. you know? like ostensibly they're talking to you (sumire) but everything they say to you is part of their stupid game. sumi is incidental to goro and ren teasing each other about flirting with someone else, goro is reporting everything ren says because his boyfriend is so eye-rollingly foolish in a cute way. they're very tickled by how amusing and charming they are. gross. disgusting. sumire im so sorry for putting you through this

anyway here are too many of my favourite jokes from the fic

[jackhues]

could you do an ig edit or fic (whichever one you think fits best) of youngest hughes!sister winning the 2022 olympics for figure skating and the boys (& their respective social media team capturing their reactions).

it’s kinda inspired by one of the Detroit lions players cheering on his wife with his boys supporting as well.

ooh, i love this idea! gonna make a pretty short one with one post, but i hope you like it! also since the boys weren't able to make it to the olympics (except luke) i kinda added that in!

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usfigureskating - a huge congratulations to y/n hughes for winning gold in the 2022 olympics! her brother, luke hughes, can be seen in the second slide, cheering her on with friends and other u.s. olympic hockey players and fans. her two other brothers, quinn and jack hughes, were unable to make it to the games due to nhl schedule conflicts. nevertheless, they were seen cheering their younger sister with a watch party they set up with their friends and teammates!

userone: omgg they're the cutest siblings ever i love them!

usertwo: her dress was so pretty!

jackhughes: congrats y/n/n! -> youruser: thanks jackie! -> userone: y/n/n and jackie 🥺

youruser: thank you so much for this chance! it was amazing to be able to do this for my country ❤️💙🤍 -> userthree: WE LOVE YOU!!

elblue_06: my babies 🤍 i'm so proud of you -> youruser: love you mama 💓

_quinnhughes: congratulations! -> youruser: thank you very much quintin 🤍 -> _quinnhughes: i'm feeling some sass from that comment but idk y it's targeted at me -> youruser: 'congratulations!' where's the life dude? show some energy! look alive!! -> _quinnhughes: you do know which sibling ur talking to right? -> jackhughes: nice to see you've finally accepted the fact that ur literal depression in human form

lhughes_06: congratss!!! -> youruser: thanks moose!!! -> lhughes_06: @/_quinnhughes - i told you that the exclamation marks make a difference -> youruser: they don't really, you're just my favourite sibling (atm) -> jackhughes: HEY!

userfour: i love how jack's just inserting himself in quinn and luke's comment threads

njdevils: hughes supporting hughes, we love to see it!

canucks: best siblings on and off the ice, congrats y/n!

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streamer enid au! once again part 2

There's a taste on Enid's tongue when she speaks. It's sweet, flavorful and distracting - addicting she can almost say. No wonder she keeps talking and talking, murmuring about anything just to taste that drug stuck in her mouth. 

It's why she couldn't fully focus on her stream, why her eyes aren't drawn to the colourful lights of the game she was playing on autopilot. Something was distracting her and she didn't know what. 

It isn't until she hears the slow yet measured footsteps passing by her door that it finally clicks and a smile grows on Enid's face.

Right, she ate well yesterday. 

Chat is as noisy as always, clamouring with their normal chatter but they seem to be confused as to why Enid suddenly decided to shut up. 

"streamer going insane?" 

"U see that glaze in her eyes? Bet she’s high on chocolate"

“You can get high on chocolate???”

“Ofc not this is y u dont believe everything in the internet” 

The werewolf quickly looked back to the game, a lil snort bubbling in her throat. Chat definitely has their moments, these were one of them. To think people wonder why she was streaming, it's for dumb reasons like this.

"hi guys what's happenin" 

"ur mom is what's happenin" 

“Yall so rude ;-; i was just asking”

A sound alert is the one that fully snaps Enid back to attention. With a quick thank you to one Sokoe-chan, she finally dragged her eyes away from the game to give a very concerned look at the camera, her eyes just reading that mess of a convo. 

“What the fuck chat?” she murmured, but the tone definitely couldn't hide the upward quirk of her lips. “Also I don't get high on chocolate, that's not how werewolves work.”

Chat begins to spark at that, questions of ‘duh, dogs are allergic that makes so much sense’ to ‘who made you the werewolf expert huh!?’ 

It makes Enid lean back as she builds a house. She’s playing minecraft after all, albeit one with horror mods but considering that the sun was up and her chests were full, she decided to go and finally build a house.

Before her chat remembers and calls her homeless.

She shivers at that, can you really blame her? It's hard to build things when you’re being chased and only have your own flesh and bone to keep you running.

The sound of rattling bones rings through her headphones and Enid’s cheeks burned as she gave her full attention back to chat. It's still a little shocking to have people pay for a free live stream, so she does try her best to give her gratitude to any supporters. “Thank you again Sokoe-chan for the ten gifted!” 

The text to speech drawled in reply “did you hear that Lunal curse is getting a movie adaption exclamation mark exclamation mark question mark.”

Enid’s eyes widened as she immediately straightened and pulled herself close to the camera. “Really?!” she places a hand on her chest, leaning back with a dramatic sigh. “My wife is going to do amazing, I'm telling you.” Enid points at the screen, a bright smile on her face. “Ain’t nobody can beat my woman! Imagine being a director and the main actor-”

As the werewolf goes on a tangent, chat meanwhile has their own thoughts.

“There she goes”

“Can you blame her?! Wednesday does such a good job as Viper”

“It just feels a lil self insert for the author to act out the main role yknow?”

“Hey now, if it works then it works”

“Just sayin!”

“Brother ur in the wrong channel to be dissing Wednesday”

“Endespair is a huge W.A simp after all”

Enid paused in her words to raise a brow. “Hey hey, nothing wrong with saying your thoughts but you’re treading a thin line there man.” she waves her hand around. “She’s giving good content and getting that bag! Besides, she auditioned for that role and the others greenlit her to be Viper.” 

Most of the chat agrees, some even citing a few articles of the process. This definitely wasn’t a new topic in terms of Viper’s casting.

The tone overall seemed rather easy going, everyone vibing until a comment pops in that makes Enid’s lips drop and her brows to furrow.

“Trust a dog to be at someones heel”

“HEY”

“Too far dude wtf”

“MODS”

“U AINT ACCEPTED HERE”

A stormy look crossed Enid’s face and the ban hammer dropped. The wolf sighs, escaping the game to the menu as she gives a look. 

“we’re boutta be scolded againnn”

“Its not our fault!”

“Sjdklajdklsja father forgive us”

“Pls not again, i havent recovered from the last lashing”

Enid’s look is affronted, but chat’s lil attempts to make her smile works. “You guys make it sound like I abuse you or something,” she laughs and for a moment, chat thinks they’re off the hook before she removes her glasses to raise a brow at the camera.

A classic look of disappointment.

“Dangit thought that was going to work”

“Lowkey i dont mind being scolded if its endespair”

“Daddy issues right here”

“Ay no need to call me out like that”

Normally, Enid would hold out for a few more seconds, just to make the tension palpable enough to fuck with her audience until the loud sounds of bones rattling makes her shoulders drop.

This is why she can’t be serious until it's really needed.

“Lunaslandingpad threw 50 gifted subs into the pile” spoke the alert but just before it could continue, Enid paused it to let out a harsh and very tired sigh.

One so filled with emotion that it makes Chat pause themselves as she rubbed at her eyes before sliding on her frames.

“One, no bribing me to feel better,” Enid starts and immediately, chat clammors in agreement. “Two, none of those dog comments. Not only is that a shitty thing to do but I have werewolf tagged on stream to make sure others like me find it easier so don’t make me regret it.” A shine of white is shown, her fangs seemed to almost be bared if it weren’t for the hand that covers anything below her nose. “Last, there is nothing wrong with criticising a piece of work but don’t bring that stuff here.”

Silence filled the air as Enid leant back, her lips pursed as she crossed her arms. “Got it?”

“Ofcourse!”

“Yesser”

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“WE SAW THAT” “Caught in 4k”

Soon, Enid’s scowl turned into a bigger raised brow before rolling her eyes as she opened up the mod log to see the rather.. Thirsty comment. “You all really gotta think before you type.” her head shakes as she laughs. “you guys are lucky i wouldn’t have you guys any other way.” 

Taglist: @agathaharkness-simp​ @lunaslandingpad​

[twst-beam]

I see you are in need of prompts, then I shall humbly bestow upon thee some a prompt.

Hmm, what about going to a farmer's market with *insert YOUR favourite character here*? I believe in shameless self-enjoyment when it comes to writing; be self-indulgent. Don't you want to go apeshit?

Also do give your hands a well deserved rest every so often ^v^

ohohohoho you're giving me a lot of power with the YOUR favorite character there dove dear, but alright let's go >:D

Gifts

??? words, featuring my THREE favorite boyos because self-indulgence ftw <3

Deuce Spade

Going to the farmer's market was his idea; the two of you needed groceries, and it just so happened that the farmer's market was convenient for you.

Early morning, it was decided, it would double as a date, and both of you were early risers anyway. It'd also boost the morale of the farmers, Deuce had reasoned, and you fell all over again.

A wicker basket, two, so that you could carry your purchases home, although Deuce insisted he'd carry all of them for you, and you laughed and told him no.

The morning sun shone brightly as you walked towards the farmer's market, feeding a few ducks along the way as you walked by the lake and watching as Deuce's expressions softened every time, it was cute, and he grinned sheepishly when he caught you staring.

The entrance to the farmer's market was marked by a decorated arc, and it was peaceful and fun as the two of you walked around, buying produce and chatting with the stall owners, at one point Deuce was given a comically large round of cheese to carry home when he fought off a bunch of menaces from an old lady's stall.

But the real highlight of that morning was when Deuce found the chicks.

One, two, three, more chicks than he could count properly waddled around in a pen, and with a joke, an exclamation of wonder, and a hopeful confirmation, the two of you brought home two very full wicker baskets and a baby chick that rested on Deuce's head.

Jade Leech

Though he thought foraging in the mountains would have been a better decision for both your budget and experience, he relented when he saw the eagerness in your eyes.

By midmorning, you were dragging him to the farmer's market, chattering about the crafts and produce that could be found, and he smiled despite himself.

He watched as you conversed eagerly with the merchants, calmly observing how you skilfully picked the best produce, and how you looked at the crafts with admiration.

You had just purchased a new scarf, wrapping it around your neck and grinning as you waved at him to come over.

"Jade, Jade, look at this one"

He leans over as you took a scarf from the layed out pile on the table, and widened his eyes slightly as he saw what made you wave him over.

"Mushroom print," you smiled as you showed it to him, "and with the coloration and teal ruffles it reminded me of you"

He took it gently from your hands, noticing how the fabric was smooth but thick enough to warm, and kissed your forehead.

"Thank you, my pearl"

You muttered a "you're welcome", dazed by the sudden display of affection as he thanked the stall owner and payed for the scarf, bringing you out of your reverie.

"Hey, wait a minute, I was the one supposed to pay for that, not you"

Jade grinned, displaying his sharp teeth, eyes glinting with mischief as he feigned innocence.

"You were?"

You huffed, "it was supposed to be my gift for you, for bringing me here."

He leaned closer, scarf now hanging from his neck as he tapped his lips in thought, smirk giving away his intentions.

"Then what about a different gift?"

Rook Hunt

Your expedition to the farmer's market was on a whim, a fancy, a spur of the moment thing, but who were you to complain? the moment his hand held yours you couldn't help but go anywhere he wanted.

So there you were, between the rows of stalls and booths, illuminated by the fairy lights as Rook marveled at each product, generously purchasing trinkets and produce and whatever caught his eye.

You couldn't help but smile as Rook's exclamations of fascination and wonder brought smiles to the farmers' faces, and as you sat he waxed poetic about all the beauties the market provided, and you looked at the moon, content to hear him speak amidst the chatter and bustle of the bazaars.

"...but you know what the most amazing thing is in this place, mon amour?"

You closed your eyes, tilting your head as you emitted a curious "hmm?"

He held your hand, looking into your eyes as he smiled in adoration.

"You."