#dialouge snippet

[theanonymousninja247]

Fallen

No…ok so listen *massages forehead* For the last time. I didn't “fall” in love. This was a premeditated attack!

I was tripped because let me tell you…I DiDnT fALl wILliNgLy!

This was not my fault! Don't you understand the gravity of this situation?!

[writersloveroe]

one bed trope dialogue prompts

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

•”wait- there’s seriously only one bed?”

•”no i insist, stay in bed with me,”

•”i didn’t mean to end up so close to you that night we were sharing the bed,”

•”it was so awkward- i woke up and we were cuddling like a couple,”

•”i hope you don’t snore,”

•”can you come a little closer? it’s cold in here,”

•”you know your head was resting on my shoulder as you slept right?”

•”you’re a cute sleeper,”

•”i know this is a bit weird, but can you hold me?”

•”stop hogging the covers!”

•”you kicked me seven times while sleeping,”

•”can you talk to me? i can’t sleep,”

•”there must’ve been some mistake there should be two beds,”

•”sharing a bed with you isn’t the worse thing that could happen, right?”

•”i’ll sleep on the couch- fine, i’ll sleep with you on the bed,”

•”you have cute bedhead,”

[thescribblednovel]

Random Dialogue Prompts!!!!

“You are the most fascinating individual I have ever met.”

“I’m so glad we met. My life is so much better now that you are in it.”

“I can’t explain the adoration I have for you because it’s so vast.”

“We will figure it out together. You aren’t alone, love.”

“Don’t apologize. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“I know it’s not your birthday or anything, but I saw this and thought of you. I just had to get it for you. I knew it would make you smile! Ha! I was right!”

“Stop. You are overthinking. I love you and only you.”

“They said what? They’re an idiot. You are the prettiest person alive!”

“I'm sorry, that happened. I will take care of it. Rest now, love.”

“You are my definition of perfection.”

[smollkittykat]

Dean: "I'm seeing the light at the end of the tunnel."

Sam: "That's hellfire, Dean."

[forlornmelody]

Last Line Meme

Post the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

Tagged by @sorchacahill

“And may Mythal protect you."

That comes to five words, so I will tag: @rpgwrites, @n0rmandysr1, @starsandskies, @citadelsushi, and @alyssalenko, if you'd like to play.

[the-weeping-dawn]

'Sorry,' I had to hold a small laugh back, already forgetting what the last pieces they'd attempted to explain to me were, 'so when you said that you were just like me, to directly quote here...' I could see a vein along the long semi-exposed brain twitch in irritation that I was continuing to not even so much touch a piece to require it to be explained yet again, <'I am not sure what part of it is still unclear.' > I leaned back on to the back legs of the seat, holding the wine glass in the deep blue tendrils from my mouth, gesturing to the city around us <'Only one of us managed a city, Baldur.'> They grabbed the glass away in their own tentacle, using another to hold me steady as the chair fell, <'It's hardly something beyond you.'> I took a moment to collect my thoughts, ready to have made them defensive about the switch of names, less ready for the compliment. <'Chances are we're going to be forced to see soon enough, anyway, what was this piece called again?'>

[starliight-whump]

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Took a while but here it is! Not sure how canon it is, this feels more like an au where Rigel is specifically used as a weapon and not just used to fight for entertainment, but I think it works either way! :)

Requested prompt: “Perhaps you can. But not soon enough, I think.”

Additional prompts: @whumpcember day 9 - brainwashing. & @amonthofwhump winter whumperland day 10 - Conditioning

Contains: Brainwashing, conditioning, implied violence, pet whump.

“Why do you care so much about him? He’s nothing but a tool, a weapon.” Cordelia’s voice was cold, but there was a hint of a smirk on her lips. The look of someone who was so sure they had the upper hand.

Caretaker’s eyes went between them and Spencer who had an almost blank look on his face. A little hesitant, perhaps, but no sign of defiance or recognition. But he wasn't gone! Caretaker just couldn't believe that! “No, you- you’re wrong! He’s so much more than that! I can prove that to him, to you! I can fix… I can help him!”

Cordelia's smirk grew. “Perhaps you can. But not soon enough, I think.” she turned to Rigel. “Rigel, eliminate the enemy.” 

Caretaker could only watch in horror as they watched their friend’s eyes glaze over and begin to walk towards them. Despite being so sure that they were right about Spencer still being in there, they were scared. They had seen what he was capable of.  “Spencer, please y- you don't have to do this.” They pleaded in a shaky voice, eyes wide as they were glued to Spencer.

Cordelia laughed. “Not so sure about your friend anymore?” She mocked.

Caretaker didn't dignify that with a reply, they were too caught up with Spencer. “Spencer, please,” They begged, but there was no sign of recognition in Spencer's eyes. Right now, only the weapon, only Rigel, was present, perfectly obedient. Hurting Spencer was the last thing they wanted to do, but they knew they didn't have a choice. They had to defend themselves. And even though they tried, it hurt when their friend threw the first punch.

[shut-it-and-write-it]

A: I loved somebody once, many years ago. I swore I’d marry them, settle down, have children…leave a life of adventuring behind me

B: So why didn’t you?

A: Because…they rejected me. They said that they cared for me deeply, but I was so young and naive. They told me that if I was any older—if I knew how the world works back then like I do now—then maybe we could’ve settled down and had children. Maybe we could’ve lived the life I always wanted…

B: did you ever have hope? Of one day being with them?

A: oh, of course. I swore to them that I would return 5, 10, 15 years later, and continue to love them like I did when I was younger

B: and do you? Still love them, I mean?

A: …now that I’m looking back on it…I don’t think I ever did

[ellascreams]

Adventures in the Evil Office: Super Rats!

Micheal: Hey boss?

Zara: Call me doctor.

Micheal: Hey Dr. boss?

Zara: Good enough. What is it?

Micheal: You remember those rats you were having the scientists experiment on? The ones they were trying to give powers?

Zara: Of course I do.

Micheal: Good news, it was a success! Bad news, the rats have escaped and have taken over the break room.

Zara: How exactly did this happen?

Micheal: They used their super strength to pull the bars apart and escape the cage, then they went to the break room and injured a few of the workers, then some workers started shooting at them which I thought was overkill but they used their super speed to dodge.

Zara: Did you try rat traps of any kind?

Micheal: Yes actually. Turns out the scientists also gave them roach DNA so they’re basically invincible.

Zara: Poison then.

Micheal: None of the chemicals we have work on them. The scientists are still trying to figure out why.

Zara: Fire?

Micheal: In the break room? There’s no way that’s not an OSHA violation.

Zara: Are you telling me that rats have taken over the break room and there’s nothing we can do about it?

Micheal: Pretty much.

Zara: Micheal.

Micheal: What? It’s the truth. We did find an ad for a “Super Exterminator” in last week’s issue of Villains Weekly, but we have no way of knowing it’s not a scam.

Zara: Call them. If it is a scam we’ll isolate the room until the rats run out of food.

Micheal: Understood.

Zara: Anything else?

Micheal: I don’t think so. Oh, actually, the scientists did finished the superpower suppressing tech you wanted.

Zara: …please tell me you’re joking.

Micheal: About what?

Zara: Don’t call the exterminator. We can deal with this. Now get out of my office before I make the best decision of my life and fire you.

Micheal: Fair enough.

[overdecorated-furniture]

Echoes of Eternity Chapter One Snippet

I thought that I would post some of my favourite bits from the chapters of my WIPs I write, as a way of keeping motivated, and sharing my writing in a manageable way.

Today I have finished the rough draft of the first chapter of EoE, so here’s a snippet:

“Narratives must have a beginning. It’s a rule as ancient as the rocks of Albion themselves, woven into the fibres of the trees and running in the clear water of the streams and rivers. The stories the birds sing to each other, the dreams of the Fey Folk in their halls beneath the hills, and the lives of men are woven with beginnings. Sometimes the beginnings are disguised as endings, sometimes they speak their nature plainly. They herald change, Fortune’s wheel ratcheting round, a slow click as the wheel sets the cogs of the universe whirling. Time keeps watch over the universal mechanism, oiling the cogs, winding up the springs, keeping the pendulum ticking regularly. So what happens when Time breaks character, and decides to interfere in the narrative, starts the cogs spinning out of joint into the dark?”

And some dialogue:

“Oh spirit, I charge you to reveal your purpose for coming here, so far from the lands of the dead, to speak with the living. What is your purpose, and what message do you bring?”

“You must not help him. Do not help the traitor, for he will destroy us all if he is aided. You would do better to suffer the lesser dangers of the present than the great risks of the past.”

Rose frowned, and tightened her grip on the dagger. The spirit did not move, impassive and wavering slightly as the moonlight passed across the branches of the tree that grew conveniently outside her window. She propped herself higher on her pillows, dagger still levelled at the apparition, and spoke again.

“Oh spirit of the past, who is this mysterious stranger you speak of, and why must I be wary of him?”

The ghost did not speak more, but stepped closer, the endless blackness of the eyes enveloping Rose like an icy blanket. Translucent, silvery fingers grasped her wrist, cloaking her veins in ice and making her shiver, despite the warmth of the night. Rose tried to look away, tried not to lose herself in the cold blackness that radiated from the spirit’s eyes, only to find herself gazing right into them, watching with fascination as golds, reds, blues and greens flashed momentarily across the surface, streaks of phosphorus, before they were swallowed by the darkness.

[chili-heeler]

💫

Good luck!

[ask game]

The sunset dappled the sky with a soft orange color, reflecting down on the ocean along with the gentle sound of the waves crashing, which create a mesmerising view. In contrast, a large crowd of noisy dogs were on the beach - among them were Bluey and Bingo.

"Happy birthday, Bingo!" The older sister brought up her phone to record, yelling so it could be heard.

Bingo took a sip of her slushie, the mango flavoring dying her tongue slightly orange, just like her fur. She turned to the camera and made the devil's horns with her paws, awkwardly yelling out "Hell yeah!". The two laughed, ending the video.

Gosh, has it really been that long since they were young? Mom loved to reminisce about those simpler times, honestly so did Bluey.

A lot had happened in that time frame, Bingo and Lila moved to London and graduated collage the year before - the former in astronomy and the latter in entemology. (Lila was also secretly discussing ideas with Bluey on how to pop the question, don't tell Bingo.) While Bluey, slowly nearing her 30s, hasn't found a stable job despite her degree in medicine.

"We should pick out some magnets so you can give them to Lila." Bluey suggested, turning her phone off and turning towards the sunset, the gentle breeze slightly flattening her fur.

"I already picked her out the perfect gift." Bingo winked, showing off the pen that looked like a fish they bought.

It was the last day that Bingo was staying in Brisbane before she went back to Britian. And her favorite band - Bad Bonez - just so happened to have a concert on the same day as her 24th and it was all her little sister could talk. Bluey was glad she managed to find a cheap hotel near the Surfers Paradise, both to easily get there in time, but also just for the sake of revisiting childhood memories.

"Are we ready?" The vocalist without warning announced from the speakers, to say the crowd went wild would be an understatement.

The stage in front suddenly emitted smoke and light, different colors like maroon, deep purple and a darker orange seeped everywhere, while the crowd loudly cheer, Bingo grabbed onto Bluey's arm and shook it wildly.

"LETS. GET. STARTED!"

with the cloud of smoke away, it revealed the set of 5 dogs on stage. As if the crowd couldn't have yelled out even more in excitement

On stage, a saint bernard sat on the drums near the back, and parallel to them was a golden retrevier on the synthasizer, and two guitarists - a papillion and a silky terrior - were near the front, with another dog grabbing a microphone in the center. On cue, the drummed tapped their drumsticks and the show began without a hitch. The crowd surrounding the two held up signs, were screaming the lyrics with their whole hearts, dancing, anything that could possibly make this a sensory nightmare for the average person, all while the sun gradually set down further. Even the birthday girl was having a blast, trying to encourage her older sister to dance.

The singer caught the attention of the blue heeler. She couldn't put a paw on it, but despite never having heard about them prior to Bingo making the arrangment to buy the tickets, she almost felt fermillar.

Pale beige fluffy fur, short round ears, wearing a leather jacket and a spiked headband...

It wasn't untill the singer swayed her long bang away from her face, that It finally clicked for her.

Bluey looked up at the stage, stunned.

Is that... Judo?

[justalittlelogophile]

💫✍🏼Dialogue Snippet✍🏼💫

Sometimes I write things…

”No no no no no!”

Her voice cracked on the final no with her finger held up accusingly in his direction.

As if the mere digit could ward off his slow advance.

His own hands were open, with his arms spread wide in opposition to her tense and rigid stance, taking a step forward to match her every step back in somewhat of a messy tango of attempted escape.

“Why are you being so stubborn about this?” He cried, frustration coloring his tone. “Don’t you see that I care about you? That I’m right here?!”

She flinched as if he slapped her. Hard. Her head snapping up as she leveled him with a smoldering gaze, pinning him directly to the spot.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” She all but seethed through clenched teeth.

He huffed and folded his arms, doing his best to remain unperturbed by the sudden almost ferocity in her tone as he all but barked indignantly back.

“Don’t I dare what?!”

She suddenly let out a laugh, a dry mirthless thing that sent chills down his spine at the sound of absolutely exhausted hopelessness that ached with in it.

“Don’t you dare tell me you’re here now. Don’t you dare come now when it’s easy! After, I’ve had to do all the hard work by myself!”

The rage in her voice was palpable, each word quivering like a taunt bowstring emphasized with a shaken stabbing of her finger, one syllable away from snapping the final killing blow.

“Why does it matter?! Isn’t it a good thing I’m here now?!” He raked his fingers through his hair, the motion filled with barely restrained agitation as he threw out his own hand wildly.

And she responded in kind, her hands curling into claws as she all but shrieked at him with the fear and fury of a wounded animal.

“No no no no NO! You don’t understand! Because you’re here now! Now now now NOW!

WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I ACTUALLY NEEDED YOU?!”

She stood still after that, the rage of her fire suddenly burning out to nothing but crumbling coals before his very eyes. Both of her hands came to clutch the shirt over her heart, twisting the fabric with white knuckles fists as if trying to contain the shattered pieces of her obviously broke heart.

Her words came out croaking like a final breath of a dying soul, accompanied by the mournful drip of silent tears.

“Where were you then? If you are only here now?”

~Po

[but-a-simple-chocolate-pancake]

EVERYONE GO READ THIS NEOWWWWW

A December to remember

“Woah pretty boy, what you got there.” Derek chuckled as Spencer held a box with red wrapping paper crumbled in a pile next to him. He had spent months racking his brain around the perfect gift for his first Christmas with Reader and for someone with an IQ of 187, it still somehow felt like an almost impossible task. Spencer thought back to the moment they met, her chuckling to herself in the corner of a bookstore trying to decide on her next read for the month, the way her eyes lit up as she read the blurbs on each bound work of fiction drew Spencer in more than he ever had been to anyone before. Almost a year had passed since that moment and Spencer knew this gift would be something you could never forget. He decided on a beautifully simple gold heart locket necklace with one of your favorite quotes inscribed on the inside. Now the true challenge began- how would he wrap it? Spencer looked up at Morgan as he stood at his desk “Should I even wrap this? Wouldn’t a bag be better, or- or- maybe a box with a bow- is she even going to like this? I should just return it, maybe I should-“ “Woah Spencer, take a breath, she’ll love it. Now give me the box and let me work some Christmas magic.” Derek wrapped the gift and as he placed the last piece of tape spencer let out a sigh of relief. “It’ll be perfect kid, don’t worry about it, if I know Reader at all she would smile even if you gave her an empty cardboard box. This’ll definitely be better than that.”

*Five days later*

The entire BAU sat around Rossi’s kitchen table exchanging gifts with one another. Emily handed JJ a new pair of boots , Derek smiled as Penelope opened up a new coffee mug, and Rossi and Hotch exchanged a set of cigars. The only present left was the little red box Derek had helped Spencer wrap and his heart was pounding in his chest. As Reader sat across from him her face grew with joy “Oh Spence you didn’t have to get me anything. This already looks amazing.” Reader unwrapped the box with care and flipped open the top, her jaw dropped as she saw the gold heart at the center of the box. “Spencer this is so perfect I’m never going to take it off.” As she reached to hug him before putting the necklace around herself he stopped her for a moment. “Wait! It’s a locket open it!” She unclasped the heart and read the engraving out loud “In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours.-Maya Angelou” Tears welled in her eyes, “Spence this is better than anything I could’ve ever imagined! This is so beautiful!” She fell into his embrace and giddily turned around revealing her bare neck to him to help clasp the necklace. As she jumped off in excitement to show the other woman of the BAU Derek leaned over Spencer’s shoulder. “I told you she’d love it pretty boy.” “Yeah yeah you were right.” Spencer said as he rolled his eyes but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t hide the smile across his lips as he looked on to see the most beautiful girl he had ever met, the love of his life in her element laughing, talking, and looking even more perfect with a little gold heart hanging from her neck.

[skyblueartt]

I am so busy and also kinda sick IRL, but I was yappin on a google doc the other day, and I might turn it into a little "slice of life" fic snippet or something. I really just love making William and Mike interact in a way that is like, "normal" LOL. it's fascinating to me okayyy WIP! Just some dialouge idk!

[rise-my-angel]

i agree with your last post wayyyy too much. i can’t do jon snow haters or people who say that dany had every right to burn down kings landing because they k!lled her best friend. okay??? what about the thousands of innocents. she had a whole army, she could have just gone for cersei or been an actual leader and not taken revenge on her own ‘people’. like??? also if you support jamie lannister being a king slayer and k!lling aerys to save thousands of lives (which ill assume most of the fandom does) then jon did the exact same thing. yes they both ‘betrayed’ people they served but it saved thousands of lives.

my only argument in dany’s defense is she should have never gone ‘mad’. the writers should have never made her get on dragon back and burn down an entire city, but since she did, then she has got to GO.

The thing is, is that the burning of Kings Landing has been a LONG existing prediction by book readers of what Dany will do once she reaches Westeros. It has been theorized for YEARS before Benioff and Weiss were likely ever told about the books planned ending beats.

But, it won't be because she's mad. It will be a calculated move on purpose, no madness, just self righteous justification that because they didn't want her as Queen, they should die.

In the show, Dany has posed this multiple times. Dany in the show over the years does NOT hesitate to say she wants to burn cities to the ground, make her enemies die screaming, and has routinely posed situations where her options are literally bend the knee or die.

For example, this is a snippet of dialouge from season 8 after she burned Kings Landing and one million people with it.

Jon: "What about everyone else? All the other people who think they know what's good." Dany: "They don't get to choose."

This sounds extremely like something Dany says to Jorah in season 4 when he informs her that the masters have disregarded her laws almost as soon as she left Yunkai.

Dany: "He will tell the masters what has happened in Meereen. He will explain the choice they have before them. They can live in my new world or they can die in their old one."

This is the exact same scenario. You either live in Dany's world exactly as she dictates it, or you die.

There is no actual choice she is giving the masters, it is her way or death. Exactly like she plans to do to the rest of Westeros. Season 8 was not out of character.

Jorah says in this very scene that it is tempting to always see your opposition as evil, but that by always treating those who oppose you as such, it is the good and innocent who will get caught in the crossfire, and she says that she has no interest in entertaining what other people think is good and evil, she does as she sees fit.

One Barristan dies, she leads whats left of the leaders of noble houses to where her dragons are locked away, and lets one burn a man alive with abosutely no proof these men had anything to do with it as a threat that she will do the same to them. Again, with no proof that the masters or noble houses of Mereen have ANY relation to the Sons of the Harpy.

Upon a rewatch, one will find Dany says a LOT of very concerning things that foreshadow whats to come. This is going to happen, this was always going to happen. Dany was not going to burn the Red Keep, because thats the castle her family built with the throne her family created. Its the symbol of everything she wants and thinks she's entitled too.

But the people? These people who in the show and likely books, will not see kindly to this foreign occupier who uses her dragons to scare people into submission and will not yeild their Queen or King to her? Well, they are in her way. They refuse to join her new world, so they die in their old one. She doesn't need the people of one city to take the throne as long as theres still a throne to sit upon.

Dany routinely sees evil in her enemies with no grey area. Jon, otherwise is a man who looked his enemy in the eye (lord commander of the nights watch who betrayed them as a spy up against the wildlings he spied on and defeated in battle), and said (paraphrasing) "We don't have to be friends, but you, your children, and your children's children all deserve to survive. Let me protect you."

When everyone hated him for it. But he did it because it was the right thing to do. Jon has always given men at their worst chances at redemption. Thats what the Nights Watch is, so many of them were criminals, murderers, rapists, but Jon lets them prove they are better then their worst parts and only punishes with due justice when they commit the re offending behavior. Jon doesn't kill Karl Tanner in a brutal way beacuse he likes it, he only killed him like that when his back was turned, because Karl was about to kill the innocent girl who helped Jon by stabbing Karl in the back when he had Jon pinned.

Dany has no right to burn down Kings Landing, there is no excuse for it. But she will not beacuse she is forced too, or by accident, or through madness. No, it will be a calculated, purposeful decision that she will choose to do this, because thats how she has chosen to commit every atrocity she's ever done, which when you tally it up, is shocking and disturbingly high.

It was a massacre of extreme proportions that she was proud of. Wheras Jon felt extreme guilt for not saving every free folk when the army of the dead massacred Hardhome, when that was completely out of his control or power, and when he still in fact, saved over 5000 lives of what was supposed to be his greatest enemy.

The completely unbelievable joke of a romance aside, the Jon we know would not have hesitated to kill her. That is one million lives she murdered in the most brutal fashion because she didn't get what she wanted.

But we know why Jon would want to kill her for it, beacuse she answered the very question he posed in season five in the most terrifying way possible.

Jon: "Isn't their survival more important than your pride?"

Dany said no, and massacred the very same people Jon has been trying to save for years. I was being factious when I said Jon should've killed her harder, but it's still true. Dany in the show became exactly what the books are leading up to. But people were tricked through the framing that beacuse Dany thinks shes the world's main character, that she's always in the right, when she very often isn't.

It was always coming, and it was never out of character, beacuse Dany was always this way. At the burning of Kings Landing, she finally just allowed herself to be honest about it.

Jon was right to kill her for committing the exact mass slaughter that Jaime killed Aerys II for being about to commit.

The Targaryeans are fire and blood, and they paid the price for it.

[skyj80]

oh shit there's so many in here that I want but...

logan but girllogan but girllogan but girllogan but girl

HEHEHE OKAY

(yall can ask about as many as u want I doubt so many ppl will be interested that it would be a problem lmao just send em in separate asks :3)

So transfem logan my beloved.

Basically the fic is about logan lowkey knowing her whole life she is trans. Like when she was hella young and started researching doctor shit she learned about gender dysphoria and was like "damn that me."

The first person she tells is her father when he's dying but she doesn't mention it to anyone ever again until they're in LA where she either talks to jo or camille about it. Maybe kelly or lucy IDK ONE OF THE GIRLIES. I haven't decided who. Then she breaks down in front of gustavo who is way more supportive than she was expecting. From there she slowly begins to tell the guys. They are obviously very very supportive and yeah! They'd all go to war for her and so would I

Snippet:

She had to tell dad. She told dad eveything and when's he's gone she won't know who else to tell. So, she curled up next to him in his hospital bed once Joanne left the room.

"I need to tell you something really important to me, dad. It might disappoint you but I need you to know and I-," she choked on a breath."I don't know how long I'll have to tell you.

He wrapped his arm around her. "Sweetheart, it's okay. You can tell me anything. You know that."

"I don't want to be your son. I hate it. I should've been your daughter and I know that might be confusing and maybe even weird to you but-" she was rambling and damn near hyperventilating when her dad wrapped her in his embrace. It couldn't have been comfortable for him with all the things he was hooked up to.

"Shh, Logan," he began, slightly panicked at his child's distress. "I know! I know."

Logan stilled. "Y-you know?"

"Of course I do. I know who you are, baby. I watched you grow." He placed a kiss on her forehead. "It's okay."

"But-"

"Not, buts. It wasn't what I was expecting when we first had you, sure. But that doesn't matter. You are who matters. You could never disappoint me. Not ever. Logan, you are the most important thing in my life." He smiled kindly. "I'm blessed to have a daughter like you."

Daughter. It sounded so foreign, but, hell did I feel right.

The dialouge is kinda clunky and not very natural rn but it'll be fixed eventually lol

WIP GAME