#write realistic dialogue

[vivsinkpot]

The Words We Don’t Say: Dialogue Should Reveal, Not Just Inform.

Every line of dialogue is a tiny window into who your characters are, not just what they need to say. In real life, people rarely say exactly what they mean. They dodge, hint, exaggerate, fall silent, or say one thing when they feel another. Your characters should, too.

Good dialogue isn’t about giving information cleanly — it’s about revealing layers.

For example:

A character could say “I’m fine,” while tightening her grip on the table so hard her knuckles go white.

He could say “You’re impossible,” but his voice is soft, almost laughing — meaning you’re impossible and I love you for it.

She could say “I hate you,” in the rain, soaked through, desperate — meaning don’t leave.

The surface words and the real emotions don’t always match. That’s where the tension lives.

That’s what makes dialogue linger.

Three quick tricks to deepen your dialogue:

1. Layer emotion under the words.

Surface: What are they saying?

Subtext: What do they really mean?

Conflict: What’s holding them back from just saying it?

E.g. Two best friends sitting in a car after one of them has announced she’s moving across the country.

She fiddled with the edge of her sleeve, staring straight ahead.

“You’ll forget about me after a week,” she said, light, almost laughing.

Surface: She says he’ll forget about her.

You’ll forget about me after a week. (The outward words are casual, a joke.)

Subtext: She’s terrified of being left behind, feeling abandoned.

I’m scared you don’t care enough. I don’t want to be alone. Please tell me you’ll miss me.

Conflict: She doesn’t want to beg him to stay — she’s too proud, too afraid he doesn’t feel the same.

She wants to stay close, to ask for reassurance — but fear of rejection makes her hide her true feelings under humor.

2. Use silence and body language.

• A pause can scream louder than a speech.

• A glance away can whisper I’m afraid better than a thousand words.

E.g. After her apology, it’s his silence — heavy, raw, unspoken — that says everything words can’t.

After an argument, she finally admits, in a shaking voice, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He says nothing.

Instead, he leans back against the wall, scrubbing a hand across his mouth, looking everywhere but at her.

The silence stretches between them — heavy, aching, almost unbearable.

When he finally does speak, his voice is hoarse: “I know.”

Breakdown:

Pause: His silence after her admission isn’t empty — it’s full. It screams his hurt, his struggle to forgive, his overwhelming emotions.

Body Language: Scrubbing his hand across his mouth, looking away — it all whispers I’m overwhelmed. I’m hurt. I don’t know how to say what I’m feeling.

Result: The tension between them becomes almost physical without a single extra word.

3. Let characters miscommunicate.

• Real conversations are messy.

• People interrupt, misunderstand, react to what they think they heard.

• That tension is pure narrative gold.

E.g. A confession turns into heartbreak when he misunderstands her words and walks away before she can explain.

She pulls him aside at the crowded party, her voice low and urgent.

“I need to tell you something — about us,” she says.

He stiffens immediately, crossing his arms. “Don’t bother. I get it. You regret everything.”

She blinks, hurt flashing across her face.

“No, that’s not what I meant—”

But he’s already turning away, anger burning in his chest.

She watches him go, the words she was really about to say — I love you — still caught in her throat.

Breakdown:

Miscommunication: He interrupts and jumps to conclusions, assuming the worst.

Realism: Conversations are messy; people hear what they’re most afraid of hearing.

Narrative Gold: Now, there’s heartbreak, regret, and a perfect setup for future emotional payoff when they finally untangle the truth.

Some brilliant examples to study:

‘Normal People’ by Sally Rooney — where miscommunication becomes the air between them.

‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen — where formality and wit mask tenderness and fear.

‘Six of Crows’ by Leigh Bardugo — where silence says what pride refuses to.

Dialogue is not just a tool for moving the plot.

It’s a doorway into the heart of your story.

Open it carefully.

[weevmo]

Good evening,

You'll never guess what I just posted.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60479521/chapters/156202336#workskin

Enjoy 10k more words of content.

From,

Someone actually studding to become an engineer

I ENJOYED EVERY BIT OF IT AND CAINE ESPECIALLY BUT THIS -

THIS BIT MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD

[egotistical-cabbage]

here. have a crumb

[papayapastry81]

AHA! Guess what I just thought of *giggles like a maniac* Imagine a Max POV where he's just going along with his day and kind of just expects everything that osc used to do to, y'know, be done like idk dinner or laundry or smth and then sort of realises how little they appreciate him? I don't exactly remember the chapter, I think it was chapter 3 but it was one where Charles says smth about overcompensating and yeah that along with the ask u just posted sort of spurred my brain into action so yeah quite random ik (I acc haven't really thought this through but idk felt like sharing) Moving on... WHAT WAS THAT LAST CHAPTER?!? (Jesus I just typed porr instead of poor what is wrong with me why is typing so hard for me today 😭😭) Poor Osc.. I kind of want more angst tho��� Anyway have a lovely day (what timezone u in btw) So yeah lots of love 💕💕

PS: Opinion on CarCar??

oh my, you are meannn but this is DELICIOUS can you imagine max just going about his day like usual. the kind of day that he's used to moving on muscle memory. wake up. shower. coffee is brewed. the right mug already out, not filled because max likes his coffee scalding.

laundry already folded, shirts soft and sorted. groceries restocked like magic, like time never passed. like someone was always a few steps ahead, smoothing out the chaos, cushioning the cracks.

and then-- suddenly-- it’s not.

coffee isn’t made. blinds still drawn. air stale. there's dust on the floor and max stumbles half a second, irritation spiking up. and it doesn’t even hit him all at once. rather, it creeps in, like a cold. like guilt that takes its time settling into the space behind his ribs. he doesn’t even realise he’s expecting things to be in place until they’re not.

because oscar’s not up. oscar’s not moving, not managing, not keeping the world spinning on its axis.

he’s curled into charles on the nest, pale and wrung out, like every part of him has come undone at the seams. like the crash left him so hollowed out that he’s still trying to remember how to breathe.

and max-- max just stands there, slow horror climbing his spine, because when did this all become invisible?

how long had they expected the world to stay soft and warm and clean around them without once asking who made it that way?

and then max opens the cupboard.

he reaches for that one chocolate bar-- oscar’s favourite. the one he always had after his heats. no matter how many times he claims to be non superstitious-- his ritual. his quiet thing. a moment carved out just for himself.

something to comfort amidst the mess that had been the past few days. but-- it’s not there. not in the box. not in the drawer. not in the stash he always kept at the back, like muscle memory.

and that should’ve been fine. people run out of things.

but something in max panics.

so max checks the grocery bags still on the counter-- half-unpacked, a list on top, scrawled in oscar’s handwriting.

he reads through the list and bleeds. painfully slowly.

charles’ comfort foods. heat packs. wet wipes. that one chamomile tea max likes, the one he never remembers to buy for himself. everything thought of, everything stocked in doubles.

except for oscar.

no chocolate. no heat snacks. no easy meals. nothing indulgent. not a single item that says i thought of myself too.

and max just. stops.

and the world tilts, just a little.

because oscar went out. oscar planned. oscar remembered them. provided for them. cared, even when he was crumbling, even when he had nothing left.

and he forgot himself.

not out of carelessness-- but out of habit.

because maybe somewhere along the way, oscar stopped believing he was allowed to matter.

and that’s what does it. not the missing chocolate. not the cold kitchen.

but the sheer, bone-deep realization that oscar had been running himself thin for weeks, months, maybe longer. and they just-- let him.

max grips the edge of the counter like it’ll keep him upright.

his hands shake. his eyes burn.

because how could they not have seen it? how could they have loved him and missed this?

how many times did they look away when oscar started to fold in on himself, just a little? --- welp that was longer than intended 🤸 but yeahh the chap 12 is prolly one of my favs. i didnt have a hard time with words and didn't end up rewriting it a million times and the tenderness of love after it's hurt-- im such a sucker for. and i dont know if there's going to be full blown angst moving forward. we're def leaning more into the hurt/comfort tag. plus, we've hurt osc a lot, let's make up for it at least a little lmao. thank you for reading ! sending you loads and loads of love back<333 [LOVE carcar. snarky rivals to lovers tension would be perfect with them and ive got a smut idea about the plane they shared to bahrain brewing but ive never written smut before so it's still a question mark.]

[auriidae]

the amount of em dashes i use when writing ethubs is frankly embarrassing

[redlyriumidol]

a lot of the writing around sera is not great, more so in the sense that it's ~problematic~ or insensitive, but as someone who has spent time trying to emulate sera's speech patterns in writing, there are so many moments of brilliance where I've had to stop and say "how did that guy come up with this." a lot of sera's dialogue is just very creatively and cleverly written, imo. I consider myself pretty decent at writing specific accents/dialects but what makes sera difficult is she has her own dialect that this guy made up for her, her own way of speaking that is uniquely sera and matches no known dialect known to man or god. which makes absolute sense for her character, someone who has grown up with such a varied hodgepodge of influences and who sees and understands the world in a particular way that nobody else does.

this is just from an objective standpoint about sera's dialogue itself, i obviously have issues with a lot of her writing. particularly the dialogue choices in response to sera and the way I think her character arc was mishandled (or not handled, as it were.) but I personally don't think she was entirely terribly written. just because there are so many times when i see her dialogue and i'm like ughh that's so good.

[stresskidz]

Moodboard for my fic ideas #1

Reader and Minho are both exchange students who struggle to fit in. Minho has a hard time with English, and reader is an introvert. They build a friendship and help each other out. Despite Minho’s parents wish to study abroad improving his English in hopes of getting into a top university one day, he secretly keeps practicing his one true passion - dancing. His biggest supporter? Reader. 

"Do you ever dream of becoming like them?" I ask Minho, whose face was illuminated by the purple light of the BTS poster announcing their upcoming concert. He didn't even have to respond, i could see it in his eyes. This was his dream.

[baisemains]

Dream of us in a year

sydney adamu x gn!reader

word count: 5.3k

warning: tiny bit of angst (I can’t help myself), hurt/comfort, fluff, yearning, smut (bottom!syd, top!reader, face riding, praise, pet names)

description: maybe time doesn’t heal all wounds (but you’re willing to try) / final part to ‘is it casual now?’

ao3 link | spotify playlist

previous // sydney adamu masterlist

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

A few months later, the end of summer is moving in, and Syd finds herself at an outdoor movie screening with a few friends, courtesy of the city’s new community initiative.

The sun is just starting to set, casting a warm pink glow across the sky. Syd takes in the view, smiling at nothing in particular, just happy to be among her people and good vibes.

The area starts filling in with other people setting up their picnic blankets, families and groups of friends among them, but the couples are what catches Syd’s eye.

She watches them with fondness, happy to see love existing but also selfishly wishing she was experiencing the same.

As she gazes around, a familiar figure catches her eye and she sits up, squinting to make sure she’s not seeing things.

Syd's heart starts to thump loudly in her chest as she realizes she's not imagining things.

There you are, sitting on a blanket a few feet away with what looks like friends, Syd recognizing some of them from the night at the concert. At your side is Jen, her vibrant energy matching yours. Syd tries to look away, to focus on anything else, but her eyes keep drifting back to you, drawn like a magnet.

Almost in slow motion, Syd watches you turn and look around at the crowd when your eyes lock.

You stare at her, eyes widening slightly, when you turn back towards your group and say something as you get up and start walking in her direction.

Syd's heart is now thumping so loud, she wonders if it's audible. Her brain goes into overdrive, trying to figure out what she'll say to you once you're within earshot. She doesn't have to think much, however, as you speak first.

“Hey,” you say with a small smile. “Didn’t know you were coming to this one.”

Syd's heart skips a beat at the sound of your voice, familiar and warm. She gathers her senses, putting a smile on her face as she looks up at you, the setting sun casting a soft glow on your features.

"Yeah, I kind of last-minuted it," she replies, trying to keep her tone light. "Didn't expect to see you here either."

As you smile wider, Syd can't help but feel her resolve soften, her irritation and jealousy slowly fading away.

“Same, I didn’t know I was coming til we got here.”

"You uh, here with friends?" she asks, gesturing vaguely towards where you came from.

"Yeah, couple of them," you say, glancing back over your shoulder at the small group you were just sitting with.

Syd follows your gaze, her heart dropping a little when her eyes land on Jen, who's looking over at the two of you with a curious expression on her face.

She looks back at you, feeling the weight of the situation settling on her shoulders.

You start biting your lip, a nervous habit of yours that always endeared Syd.

“So, um…are you guys, like, doing anything after this? Cause Johnny saw you and he was talking about how he was wondering what you were up to, so if you were free, maybe we could all go grab pizza or ice cream or something?”

Her mood instantly lifts, realizing you were asking her to hang out, albeit in a group setting, but it’s a start.

Syd lets out a small chuckle as you continue to nervously ramble, her heart warming at your adorableness. She glances behind her to her friends, who are all watching the interaction with sly smirks on their faces.

She raises an eyebrow at them, silently telling them to play along, before turning back to you with a smile.

"Yeah, we're free," she says, keeping her cool composure. "Pizza sounds great."

“Cool, talk to you after the movie then.”

You start walking back to your friends as Syd follows you with her eyes, wishing the movie would hurry up and start already.

The next couple hours drag on, Syd's impatience growing by the minute. As the credits roll, she shoots up from her blanket and gathers her things, her friends watching her with amused grins.

"What's the rush?" one of them teases, but Syd just rolls her eyes.

"Oh, shut up," she snaps, but they can see the excitement in her eyes.

As they approach your group, Syd tries to calm her racing heart, putting on her best casual demeanor.

“Hey,” Syd starts before she’s lifted into the most suffocating hug she’s ever experienced. It’s over as quick as it started and she’s back on her feet when she realizes who was responsible for the attack.

Johnny is smiling as big as Syd’s ever seen when you smack him upside the back of the head.

“Sorry about that, he’s still learning about personal boundaries.”

Syd couldn’t care less, just being in your presence made anything tolerable.

“So, there’s a good spot not far from here, not sure if you guys drove but there’s a couple empty spots with us if you need.”

You looked at her expectantly, hoping against all odds that she would take you up on your not so subtle offer.

Syd swears the heavens split open and the stars aligned at that very moment. She rode with Marcus there but his girlfriend showed up late so their car was over capacity by one person.

“That works perfectly actually, Marcus just booted me from the carpool so I can ride with you.”

Maybe Syd shouldn’t have been so eager to spend time with you, her healing journey and all that, but she feels lighter than she has in a very long time and doesn’t feel like stopping that feeling anytime soon.

She hears Marcus behind her start to defend himself, but she’s following you to your car before he can finish.

When your group gets to your car, Syd suddenly remembers Jen’s presence and that she’ll have to sit in the back.

As soon as she starts reaching for the back door, you stop her.

“You can ride shotgun, leave the lovebirds in the back.”

It’s not until that moment that Syd sees Johnny and Jen holding hands, his other arm wrapped around her.

The gears in her head start turning at lightning speed as she moves to sit in the front. If Johnny and Jen are together, then that means…

Syd shakes her mind of those thoughts and decides to circle back later. The car ride is filled with comfortable chatter and Syd's eyes keep drifting to you as you drive. She takes this opportunity to steal glances at you, wanting to admire your profile up close. She feels like a teenager all over again, giddy with nerves and anticipation.

Upon arrival, you all settle into a booth and tables pushed together, Syd sitting right next to you, trying to act like she’s not painfully aware of your every move.

The conversation flows easily, everyone contributing, but the only one Syd is paying attention to is you. She tries to control the urge to look at you constantly, but her eyes keep betraying her, darting to you whenever she thinks it’s safe.

You finally catch her eyes and it’s like everyone else fades away.

Syd feels a grin start to creep up her face and looks down to cover it when you quickly pinch the inside of her knee.

“Don’t hide your smile. Please.”

Heat creeps up her neck at that, it’s been so long since the two of you have been this close to each other that it feels like the first time all over again.

She looks up at you, her cheeks now tinged with a faint blush, and she's almost embarrassed at how easy it is for you to read her.

Trying and failing to come up with a witty comeback, anything to break the tension, all that comes out of her mouth is a soft exhale.

"You're impossible," she says, her tone more fond than annoyed.

You spend the rest of dinner catching up amongst yourselves, completely ignoring your friends, to the surprise of no one.

She talks about therapy and the restaurant, you tell her about work and explain the dynamics of your friend group, telling her how Johnny and Jen started dating soon after the concert you took her to.

Her mouth is wide open as you explain the timeline, and she can’t stop herself from bringing up the day at the farmer’s market.

“So when we ran into each other…”

“They’d been together for months already, me and Jen were there as friends. I was gonna explain it to you, but then you ran off and a DM didn’t seem like a great place to have that conversation.”

Syd could facepalm herself, all this time, she was in her feelings for no reason, and had possibly wasted time getting to know you again.

You could see the shame on her face and interlocked your pinkie fingers under the table, breaking her out of her trance.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Syd gazed upon your face with so much affection, committing every inch of your face to memory.

“Just glad to be sitting here with you. Again.”

You smiled at that. “Ditto.”

When the owners come over to let you guys know they’ll be closing soon, you look up at the clock and see how much time has passed.

Realizing that it’s time to start saying goodbyes, Syd looks at you with such sad eyes that you have to tear your eyes away or you’ll scare her off.

Once outside, your bigger group splits off into their original cliques, and Syd feels a weight settle in her stomach, knowing that this is the end of the night, the end of this moment she’s shared with you. She watches as you say goodbye to her friends and feels a pang of sadness that she’s the last person left.

She looks at you, still feeling the same electric current flow that’s always been between you, only this time it’s different. It feels like there’s something more, something deeper, and Syd wants to break it wide open but she has no idea how.

You reach a hand out towards her, fingers grazing her hip, and Syd feels it down to her toes. She’s desperate to lean into you, to close the distance, but she’s frozen, unsure of what will happen if she lets herself give in.

You break the silence before she can make a move.

Exhaling shakily, you whisper, “Let me take you home. I’m not ready to let you go yet.”

Syd's heart soars at your words, the idea of spending more time with you is all she could’ve hoped for.

“Yeah,” she whispers back, the word coming out like a breath she’d been holding, and she welcomes the butterflies fluttering wildly in her stomach.

The two of you, along with Johnny and Jen, pile into your car and you make quick work of dropping the two of them off at their apartment.

You take your sweet time getting to Syd’s, savoring every second you have with her. The two of you talk about everything and nothing, just enjoying each other’s presence, like no time has passed.

Pulling into a spot in front of her building, you turn the engine off and shuffle in your seat, feeling her eyes on you.

Turning to face her, you see her lean against the headrest and smile.

“This was the best night I’ve had in a long time.”

"Me too," you respond, your voice low and soft.

The words hang in the air, suspended between the two of you, and Syd's heart is pounding so hard she's certain you can hear it over the romantic music you queued up for the drive.

She wants to say more, wants to pour all the emotions she's been holding in since the night started, but she’s afraid of shattering the delicate atmosphere between you.

It becomes a competition to see who’ll break first, both of you itching to reach for the other but being afraid of the consequences.

For a few moments that feel like hours, you sit in silence, the only sound being the faint hum of the AC in the car. Syd’s looking at your profile, taking in every detail of your face, the way your lashes cast shadows on your cheeks, how your bottom lip looks soft and inviting. Without thinking, she starts to lean in, pulled towards you like a magnet.

You lean in the rest of the way, meeting her in the middle and as your lips meld together, Syd feels like someone just lit a match inside her chest.

She melts into you, the tension and fear of the night melting away, replaced by a feeling of rightness.

The kiss starts off slow, your mouths moving together in a familiar rhythm, and your hands move to cup her cheeks as hers make their way to the back of your neck.

Soon after, it deepens, your tongues tangling together, and Syd forgets everything else outside of this moment, outside of your touch. She feels a desperate need to be close to you, to feel your body against hers, and she moves closer as her fingers dig into the flesh of your shoulders.

The two of you settle into a heated rhythm, reacquainting yourselves with each other, careful not to go too far and ruin the moment.

That goes out the window when you feel Syd moan into your mouth, setting you off and making you realize that you need more, now.

You push her back into her chair, and right as she whines from the loss of contact, you climb into her lap.

She looks up at you with lust filled eyes as you lean in close to her, and right before your lips touch, you yank her seat lever so she’s lying almost flat on her back.

Kissing your way down her neck, you continue down her chest, to her stomach and stop at her waistband.

You settle yourself on the floor in front of her, pull the bar underneath her chair, and push her back so you have more room between her thighs.

You’re aware that you did all that without asking explicit permission from Syd, but when you look up at her with your head laying against her stomach, the look in her eyes tells you everything you need to know.

Even still, you’d never do anything without her explicit consent, so in the most steady voice you can manage at the moment, you ask her.

“Is this okay, baby?”

The pet name caused warmth to instantly bloom in her chest, it’s been ages since you called her that and she missed it more than she realized.

It takes her a moment to respond, so overwhelmed by the mix of arousal and affection coursing through her, but when she does, you swear it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice breathless and tinged with need. "Yes, this is okay."

She looks down at you, her eyes dark with desire, and a small shiver runs through her at the sight of you on your knees in front of her, looking up at her like she hung the moon.

Syd lets out a shaky exhale, her head falling back against the seat as your lips brush over her skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You can feel her body responding to your touch, every kiss sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

You take your time, teasing and nipping at her skin, savoring the taste of her on your lips. It’s been almost a year since the last time you’ve had her like this, and you’ll be damned if you don’t enjoy the moment.

You take a moment to look up at Syd, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, and the sight of her lost in pleasure makes your own arousal burn even hotter.

You start to mouth at her through her jeans, feeling the heat and the dampness even through the thick denim. Syd gasps, her hips lifting off the seat, and she moans your name like a prayer.

You lean back a little, admiring the way she looks underneath you, like a goddess ready to be worshipped.

You reach up with one hand and grab her chin, making her look down and meet your gaze.

“Say please,” you demand, your voice low and gravelly.

Syd gasps as you order her to beg, the raw heat in your voice sending a jolt of arousal through her.

“Please,” she moans, her breathing ragged. “Please, please, please…”

She’s desperate, her body taut with anticipation, and all she can think about is your touch, your lips, your tongue, anything to alleviate the ache that’s building within her.

Satisfied with her response, you decide to give her a little more and move to unbutton her pants. Dragging your fingertips along her waistband, you make direct eye contact the entire time you undo the button, then the zipper, finally sliding your hands up the backs of her thighs to her ass to lift her up.

Syd shudders at the sensation of your touch, the feel of your rough hands on her thighs making her even more desperate for you.

She watches as you lift her hips, helping you slide her jeans off to reveal a scrap of baby blue fabric with a growing damp spot. Her cheeks are flushed, and she feels incredibly exposed, but the hunger in your eyes makes her feel desired in a way she's never experienced before.

“This all for me?”

You bite your lip, slipping a finger under the waistband of her underwear and letting it snap against her skin, mouth watering at your new view.

“Yes, all for you,” Syd responds, her words coming out in a breathy gasp. She’s shivering at the touch of your finger against her skin, the feeling of her underwear sticking to her making her squirm.

“You’re all I’ve been thinking of lately,” she confesses, her eyes locking with yours. “There’s no one else but you.”

Her words cut through your arousal, and your heart swells. You know the work it took her to get to this point, admitting that out loud, to you of all people. Pride overtakes any other emotion at the moment, and you just smile at her.

You keep looking up at her, eyes bouncing between her own, a possessive feeling starting to make itself at home in your chest.

"You're mine, aren't you?"

The words fall out of your mouth before you can even stop them.

Syd feels a thrill go through her body at the implications of that statement, at the way you're staking your claim.

"Yes," she whispers, biting her lip, "I'm all yours."

You groan at her response, biting the top of your enemy and dragging it down her legs with your teeth.

Now that the last barrier is out of the way, you make your way back up her thighs again, nipping and sucking along your path.

You spread her thighs as wide as she can handle, finally seeing the results of your teasing all evening.

Syd is absolutely dripping, her clit puffy and ripe for the taking. You lean in and nose through her curls first, not wanting to miss out on a single inch of her.

“You’re so perfect, baby. You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

You lean in and finally give her what she’s been waiting for.

Sticking your tongue out as far as you can, you lick from her entrance to her perfect little bud, feeling it twitch for you. She throws her head back against the seat as a whine rips its way out of her throat, in shock this is actually happening.

Syd clutches the seat in an attempt to ground herself, wanting to stretch this moment out for as long as possible.

Groaning at her taste, you throw her thighs over your shoulders and start to suck on her clit, loving the sounds it pulls from her.

Hearing muffled noises, you pull away from Syd’s sweetness and see that she’s thrown her arm over her face in an attempt to quiet herself.

You immediately reach for her hand and interlock your fingers with hers, pulling her hand towards the back of your head and settling her there.

“I’ve waited so long for this, angel, I'm going to hear you.”

Immediately, you dive back in, and she moans, both at your words and the sensation of your tongue inside of her.

You start spelling your name, and the orchestra of sounds it creates starts to make you the most devout person on earth. You don’t know how you survived these past months without this, but you vow to never go through it again.

Slipping your free hand up her taut stomach, you push up her shirt and pull her bra down, freeing her nipples for your enjoyment.

You start pinching her left one, rolling it between your pointer finger and thumb as you feel it harden, smiling to yourself.

“Yes, baby, please, that feels so good!”

Syd starts thrusting against your face, and you can tell she’s close.

Her moans are unrestrained, filling the air, and it's the most beautiful sound you've ever heard. She’s completely lost in the sensations you're invoking in her, and you feel a sense of satisfaction at the fact that only you can make her feel this way.

"I'm gonna..." she gasps out, unable to finish the sentence.

"I know," you respond, your voice hoarse with need. "Just let go, baby. I've got you."

And with those words, Syd's body tenses and then snaps like a rubber band, undone by the overwhelming force of her pleasure.

She arches off the seat, her body trembling, her mouth open in a cry of ecstasy, and she's so beautiful in her release that you're almost unable to believe that this is real, that she's real, that this moment is happening.

After what feels like hours, Syd slowly comes back down from her high, her breathing ragged and uneven. Her body still trembles occasionally from the aftershocks as you guide her through them, cleaning her up with your tongue.

You press a soft kiss against her hip, slowly making your way up her body, leaving a trail of kisses in your wake.

Once you’re face to face, you see how blown her pupils are, and a lazy smile stretches across her mouth.

You capture her lips, letting her taste herself on your tongue, and she lets out a satisfied groan.

The two of you switch spots, you laying on the seat and Syd curling up on your chest, kissing and whispering sweet nothings to each other as Chappell Roan croons in the background, knee deep in the passenger seat, and you’re eating me out…

After a while, you both settle into a comfortable silence, fingers intertwined as you let the events of the night wash over you.

You’re aware that one of you has to speak eventually, because as mind blowing as that was, a conversation is very necessary.

Syd decides to be the one to approach the subject this time, feeling confident enough to talk about these kinds of things with you now.

She clears her throat, and you snap out of your thoughts.

You look down at her, your expression expectant.

Syd takes a deep breath before speaking, clearly gathering her thoughts.

"Can I ask you something?" she says, her voice still raspy from her earlier moans.

"Of course," you respond, your tone gentle. "You can ask me anything."

Syd hesitates for a moment, and you can see the gears turning in her head.

She lifts her head up to look at you in the eyes, and you’re struck by how beautiful she looks, even with sweat still lingering on her skin.

"Where do we go from here?" she asks, her voice soft.

“Cause we can’t go back to how things were before, obviously, and we shouldn’t anyways, I treated you terribly, and,” she starts rambling and you just lay there for a second, taking her all in. This is the Sydney I know, you chuckled to yourself, it was good to see she hadn’t completely changed.

As she keeps going, you grab one of her hands and kiss her knuckles, exactly how you did on the night you first met.

You hadn’t meant to interrupt her, simply wanting to physically touch her, but her breath catches in her throat regardless and she stares at you with those perfect pools of brown.

After it’s clear she’s lost her train of thought, you answer her original question as simply as you can.

"Syd," you say, your voice soft, but firm enough to let her know you’re serious.

"Let's take this one day at a time, okay?" you add, your free hand coming up to tuck a loose braid behind her ear.

Syd nods, taking a moment to compose herself before responding.

"Yeah, you're right," she says, her voice sounding a bit shaky. "One day at a time."

She pauses for a moment before letting out a huff of air. "I just... I don't want to screw this up, you know?"

“You deserve the world and I was stupid to act how I did before, but I swear on everything I love that it’ll never happen again. You mean too much to me to ever let you go.”

She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, tears brimming when she reopens them.

“I’m so sorry for everything. It should have never taken me this long to realize that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you’ll let me.”

She’s seconds away from breaking down into tears, but she needs to get this all off her chest, needs to make sure you understand.

“It’s you, it’s always been you, it’ll always be you. There’s no one else for me.”

Your heart aches as you listen to Syd pour out her feelings. The sincerity and regret in her voice are palpable, and you feel your own emotions welling up in response.

You reach out and cup her face tenderly, your thumb brushing away a tear that has escaped.

"Syd..." you say her name like a plea, your voice thick with emotion.

"You have no idea how much I want to believe you," you tell her, your voice trembling. "But you hurt me really bad. To be honest, you broke my heart."

Now it’s your turn to pump the brakes a bit. Initiating car sex was not on your agenda when you offered to drop her off, and you feel bad that you’re now bringing up her past mistakes, but it’s something that needs to be said.

Syd takes a deep breath, bracing herself for what's to come. She knows that she deserves to hear whatever you have to say.

"You’re right," she whispers, her voice cracking. "You’re absolutely right. I was stupid and selfish and careless and I know it'll take a lot more than just words to make up for it."

She looks away, her expression full of guilt. "But I'm willing to do whatever it takes. I want to be better for you. And for myself."

"Syd, I can't just forgive and forget just like that," you tell her, your voice weary but not unkind. "What you did affected me a lot, and it's going to take some time for me to fully trust you again."

She nods, her eyes downcast. "I know," she says softly. "And I completely understand. I wouldn't expect you to just sweep everything I've done under the rug. I know I have a lot of work to do to earn your trust back."

You squeeze her hand gently, a small gesture of reassurance. "But I do want to try," you say, your voice becoming softer. "I want to give you a chance to prove to me that you mean what you say."

Syd looks up at you, her eyes wide with hope. "You do?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes," you say, a small smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. "I believe in second chances, Syd. And I never stopped loving you, so I'm willing to give this another shot."

Your confession hits Syd like a ton of bricks.

“You…love me?”

You almost look embarrassed, not wanting that to be the way you tell her for the first time.

Deciding to lay all your cards out there, no more reason to hide, you gaze into her eyes and smile.

“Obviously, Sydney, you think I’d have put up with all your bullshit if I didn’t?”

Your attempt at lifting the mood doesn’t go unnoticed, but Syd is still staring at you like you’re something made of magic, ready to disappear if she makes a sudden move.

Her eyes search your face for any hint of a joke, something to show her that you don’t mean what you just said.

When she doesn’t find anything, she crashes her lips against yours, letting her tears finally fall.

“I love you too,” she whispers into your mouth, and you taste the salt in her confession. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Your heart skips a beat, the words she whispers against you feeling like a balm on your wounded heart.

As she repeats her confession, you can hear the raw emotion in her voice, the weight of her feelings and regret behind each repetition. It's as if the dam holding back her feelings has finally burst, and the truth is flowing out in a rush, unhindered.

You pull her closer, your arms encircling her tightly as you return her kiss with just as much fervor, your tongue seeking hers in a desperate attempt to convey the depth of your emotions.

Pulling back after a few minutes, you lean your forehead against Syd’s as you both attempt to catch your breath, hearts pounding in sync.

“Fuck. That is not how I thought my day was gonna go.” You laugh at the situation, yourself, the fact that Syd is still pantsless (you send out a little thanks to your past self for deciding to tint all your windows).

“Seriously,” Syd agrees. Her smile fades as she looks at you, opening her mouth to ask you a question.

“Speaking of, how’s your tomorrow night looking?” She’s eager to start fixing her mistakes as soon as possible, hoping that you’ll let her.

“I’ve got dinner with some of the girls,” Syd’s face drops a little at that, quickly recovering, “but I might be free this weekend.”

A grin threatens to split Syd’s face in half, and you can’t help but mirror her.

“Think you can pencil me in? I’ll do anything you want, even watch one of those scary movies you’re constantly talking about.”

Syd is actually such a baby when it comes to horror movies, so you know she means business.

“Sounds like a plan, no take backs though, I’m planning a whole marathon now.”

You both giggle and lean in to each other, communicating without words.

The energy between the two of you is electric, crackling with the possibility of something new and wonderful. You start to believe that all the hurt and pain is a thing of the past, and that a brighter future lies ahead.

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yay!!! that is it for our lovers in this universe, happy ending cause I’m a true sucker for romance (-‘: thank you all for reading, let me know your thoughts!

[acoustic-eel]

double post today, since i missed yesterday! previous page here

erisol week day 6, album: inspired by mitski's Laurel Hell, because while i don't necessarily think eridan would listen to troll mitski, i absolutely think he should

eridan also has one of those locked journals that plays a little sparkly sound each time you open it

and day 7: bright!

[gilly-moon]

"Real people don't talk like that" well hey did you ever maybe consider that it's because

THEY'RE FICTIONAL

[hellonearthtoday]

my worst human trait is being the pickiest fanfic reader known to man

[vivsinkpot]

Languages Shape Worlds — And the People in Them

“Language is a road map of a culture.” – Rita Mae Brown

When creating fictional worlds, don’t stop at borders—let language do the heavy lifting. Dialects, vocabulary, accents, and even how characters switch between tongues can reveal class, power, intimacy, and conflict.

Here’s how to use language as a storytelling tool:

1. Create Language Layers: Dialect ≠ Language

Different regions or social classes in your world should speak differently, even if it’s the same “official” language.

Example:

In your fantasy kingdom:

Nobles say: “I shall accompany you to the citadel.”

Soldiers say: “I’ll head with you to the keep.”

Farmers say: “Reckon I’ll come with, if yer goin’ to the tower.”

Same meaning, entirely different texture. Ask:

• Who has access to formal education?

• Who clings to older versions of the language?

• Who uses borrowed words from other cultures?

2. Portray Multilingual Conversations Without Confusing the Reader

You don’t need to write entire dialogue in your constructed language. Instead:

Option A: Tag and Translate

“Aqele asaar,” she whispered. Peace upon your house.

This works well when you want to signal cultural depth without overwhelming the reader. Use sparingly for ritual phrases, swears, or proverbs.

Option B: Inferred Meaning via Context

He said something in Old Avelan—sharp and soft like a blade drawn from silk. Whatever it meant, it made her flinch.

The vibe matters more than the word-for-word meaning. Use body language, tone, and character reactions to fill in the blanks.

Option C: In-World Translation

Let the characters do the work:

“He just called me a—what, a cabbage?”

“Not quite. ‘Rot-bellied cabbage-eater.’ It’s an insult where he’s from.”

This adds humor, personality, and builds cultural tension or camaraderie.

3. Think About Code-Switching

When do your characters switch languages? It can signal:

Power: A queen who speaks the enemy’s tongue in negotiations to unsettle them.

Intimacy: Two lovers whispering in their mother tongue.

Alienation: A scholar stuck using broken trade-speech with villagers.

Defiance: A rebel refusing to speak the colonizer’s language.

Let language switching mean something.

4. Explore Attitudes Toward Language

What do people in your world believe about languages?

Is one language considered sacred?

Is another viewed as “dirty,” “low,” or “dangerous”?

Are certain dialects banned?

Is writing restricted to elites?

Is there an ancient, dead language used only in prophecy or magic?

Example:

In your desert empire, magic spells are written in a language only the dead can pronounce. Living mages simulate it with song, but it’s imperfect—hence, unstable magic.

Bonus Exercise: The Babel Scene

Write a scene where two characters must communicate without a shared language. Let them gesture, draw, struggle, misunderstand, and slowly begin to trust. You’ll find tension, comedy, and emotional payoff.

Language is never neutral. It’s memory, identity, and control. Use it like a sword—or a love letter.

[aurorangen]

How was Felix's case going? Not good. Their current tactics in exploiting the scammers were not enough for the court. From their sources, the Sterling-Ricos had hacked into the bank organisation to steal Felix's money. Apparently, the bank had a request to fortify their system security from any tech company and since Isaac was a certified ethical hacker, he secured the job before anyone else! Through this method, he also found concrete evidence to end the scammers! He looked up after learning of the new data...

"I found something." All his new findings were enough for legal proceedings on their half, but there was also evidence concerning corruption or money laundering schemes...meaning the Sterling-Rico family could be connected to something bigger.

"Let's transfer this over to detectives, it's not something of our scope," Vincent thought. "Good job Isaac, I'm glad you spotted this."

With Isaac as his right-hand man, Vincent believes they could take on anything. "Anyway, where'd you learn how to hack?" he was curious. "Oh, I took some cybersecurity classes during law school. More hard work and now here I am, eyes as sharp as an eagle," Isaac joked around with his nickname back then. Vincent laughed and sat down, "Lucky you're on our side with that!"

Isaac took off his glasses and chuckled, "Heh, they don't call me Eagle Eyes for nothing."

[friendsinsolitude]

Future Mizurui situationship roadtrip opening:

[maldupay]

people are of course free to feel how they want about things regarding isat and what parts of the story/characters/gameplay etc they like and dislike.. Hell i sure have things i dislike along with all my love for the game. but i feel like a lot of the grievances i've seen about the artbook are just taking something that's clearly a joke too seriously, in an extra content book that's just meant to show some behind the scenes and creators thoughts. Like komaeda's in this book ok lets chill out