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Writing Tips
Punctuating Dialogue
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โธ โThis is a sentence.โ
โธ โThis is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,โ she said.
โธ โThis,โ he said, โis a sentence split by a dialogue tag.โ
โธ โThis is a sentence,โ she said. โThis is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.โ
โธ โThis is a sentence followed by an action.โ He stood. โThey are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.โ
โธ She said, โUse a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.โ
โธ โUse a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,โ he said.
โUnless there is a question mark?โ she asked.
โOr an exclamation point!โ he answered. โThe dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because itโs not truly the end of the sentence.โ
โธ โPeriods and commas should be inside closing quotations.โ
โธ โHey!โ she shouted, โSometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.โ
However, if itโs not dialogue exclamation points can also be โoutsideโ!
โธ โDoes this apply to question marks too?โ he asked.
If itโs not dialogue, can question marks be โoutsideโ? (Yes, they can.)
โธ โThis applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically expressโโ
โInterruptionโ โ but there are situations dashes may be outside.
โธ โYouโll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses donโt have a comma after them eitherโฆโ she said.
โธ โMy teacher said, โUse single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.โโ
โธ โUse paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,โ he said.
โThe readers will know itโs someone else speaking.โ
โธ โIf itโs the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.
โThis shows itโs the same character continuing to speak.โ
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So if I were to turn on tips for my writing. Would you guys like to contribute?it is optional, but I would greatly appreciate it.
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Follow @ofherdowlingohara my new account for Rp. Will switch back and forth every so often. Until I get a keyboard case for my iPad.
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My writing isnโt that great why bother ? Also whatโs the point of being alive ?
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I will not procrastinate, yes i will. But itโs the โจ affirmation โจ that counts. Idk if I used that right but sue me. ๏ฟผ
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Omg ๐ฅต yโall need to read this ๐
HI FRIEND may I please request some, and I quote, "goofy silly midnight kisses over pancakes" with Mirandy pleaaaase!! ๐งก
Sex and Pancakes (NSFW)
@bri-sonat and I have been living for collaborative fics recently, so the entire smut portion is written by them! Thank so you much for writing with me! Collaborative writing with you is my favorite thing ever.
Authors Note: You didnโt ask for smut, buttttttttttt you get it anyway.
It hadnโt even been thirty minutes since Miranda had arrived home from her evening shift. It had gone on longer than usual, causing your girlfriend to come home later than usual. It was half past eleven when the door to your shared apartment had closed, and the constableโs voice had sounded, calling out to tell you that she was home.
After that, the events sped past. A chaste kiss had turned into a heated make-out session on the couch, that had turned into wandering hands, and that had eventually led to you being naked on your and Mirandaโs shared bed, on your back, with the undressed policewoman in between your legs.
Her tongue was working slowly against your clit, as it had for the past ten minutes. She was being painfully unrushed in her movements, wanting to savor every last second. Her long shifts had kept her at the station longer than she and you wouldโve liked to, and this was her reclaiming the time that had been lost.
Mirandaโs strong hands were gripping your thighs, keeping you in place as she began to pick up the pace of her activity between your thighs. Your whines and moans hadnโt grown any quieter as she resumed, and she knew you needed more than just her tongue, even if it was godly.
One of her hands remained on your leg whilst the other snaked to the inside of it, fingers dancing upwards towards your pussy, making you release a gasp. You didnโt need to ask Miranda for additional stimulation, she already knew what you yearned for.
The constableโs middle and ring fingers arrived at your entrance, soft tips tracing your fluttering hole with a circular motion before gently pushing them inside. She hummed against your clitoris when she felt your familiar warmth and wetness around her digits, eliciting a vibrating sensation from her mouth, and a cry of pleasure from you.
She pushed her fingers all the way in before curling them slightly, finding that sweet spot inside of you that she knew would make you feel so good. She smiled to herself when a guttural moan escaped your lips, confirming what Miranda already knew. Her gaze turned up to find your face, mouth opened in pleasure and eyes screwed shut, she could never get enough of seeing your blissed-out face.
Moving her fingers in and out, she watched and gauged every single one of your expressions and reactions, particularly loving the way your hands grabbed onto your breasts as she fingered and ate you out.ย
One of your hands came down to grab onto her head, fingers tangling in her blonde curls as you held her in place against your core, โOh God, Miranda, holy fuckโฆโ All the constable could do was look up at you in awe as she continued using her mouth and fingers to bring you to climax.
Her name rolling off of your tongue in such a sinful context never got less intense for Miranda, reacting in the same way she had when she heard it the first time, every time it happened. She couldnโt help the moan that escaped her lips, a low moan that ran straight from her mouth to your clit.
She suddenly stopped her motions, leaving her fingers inside of you to brush against the spongy spot inside of you over and over, drawing out the most pleasant and desperate noises from your mouth.
Miranda knew you were getting close based on your ragged breaths, moans, whimpers, whines, and the way you clenched around her fingers, โYouโre so goodโฆ Such a good girl, Mirโฆโ The words left your mouth in hurried and heavy breaths, your release fastly approaching making it hard to keep your voice steady.
The constableโs reaction to your praise was enough to push you over the edge, the vibrating sensation tossing you into ecstasy when you reached your orgasm. Miranda pulled her fingers out, causing you to whine at the loss of her digits filling you, but you were quickly whining in overstimulation as she used her tongue to clean up every single last drop of juices from your cunt, โIโm sorry, my love. Iโm just cleaning up.โ
Miranda removed her mouth from your pussy, filling her mouth with her fingers instead, licking and sucking them clean as well.
You lay still on Mirandaโs bed, eyes blinking slowly as you stare up at the bedroom ceiling. Your face was flush and you were attempting to catch your breath when Miranda crawled her way up your body, pressing a kiss to your stomach and sternum before laying atop of you.ย
She seemed to be deeply satisfied with herself, humming to herself out of pure pleasure as her face nuzzled into you. With a soft smile growing on your face, you raise a hand to her cheek, pushing the hair away from her face before lazily combing your hand through her blonde locks. There was a short beat between the two of you, both of you collecting your thoughts. Resting her chin between your breasts, Miranda stared up at you, a smile growing on her face, โIโm starved. Care for pancakes?โย
โHmm, yes, of course.โ You lazily hum in return, slightly regretting your answer when her warmth left you.ย
Miranda rolled off of you and crossed the room, picking her robe from the bathroom door, and turning back to you. She noticed the way your eyes raked up her body, tying her robe shut with a smirk, โMy eyes are up here, you know?โ You knew she was only teasing by the way she approached the bed once more, her arms supporting her body weight as she crawled over you.ย
She bit her bottom lip, eyes scanning your face slowly before dipping low to press a kiss to your lips. Your hands moved up over her shoulders, slipping their way under the collar of her robe to pull her closer. With a light laugh, Miranda withdraws from your touch, readjusting her robe as she backs out of the room, โFood now, fun later.โ
You push yourself up from the bed, stopping to put on your discarded underwear, pulling one of Mirandaโs old academy shirts from the drawer, and slipping it over your head as you make your way to the kitchen. The constable was already pulling ingredients from the cabinets and fridge, a little smile permanently applied to her lips as she did so.
โHow was work?โ You ask, leaning against the kitchen counter as she worked diligently to make the batter. As you watched her work, your eyes examined her focused eyes, gentle smile, and stray hairs falling into her face, all of which endeared her even more to you. Your heart felt as if it was about to burst from all the love you felt for your girlfriend.ย
Your question caused her smile to fall, her response was preambled with a shrug, followed by the tilting of her head back and forth as she spoke, โWork was work. Robin and I have a new case... thatโs why everything has just been so.. crazy.โย
โYouโll get it figured out. You always do.โ You take a step closer, looping your middle and ring finger around the belt of her robe, bringing that same goofy smile back to her face. The blonde lit the burner on the stove, pushing a pan to cover the flame, never stepping too far away from you.ย
โAnd what did you get up to today, sweetheart? I remember you texting me something about grocery shopping and a sweet little dog in a sweater.โ Miranda recounted some of your communications over the past day. During her longer shifts, you would text her periodically throughout the day, telling her about all the little cute or fun things you saw as you knew it brightened her day.ย
You recounted your trip to the grocery store, telling her about the wonderful elderly woman who brought the sweetest little dog with her. The constableโs eyes lit up at the mention of the dog, grinning widely as you recounted the memory.ย
Miranda continued cooking and the absentminded chatter continued between you both. As the pancakes began stacking up on a plate, you found yourself shifting from her side to hugging Miranda from behind, soaking in every moment of physical proximity. There was no doubt that Mirandaโs love language was physical touch, so she readily soaked up any second of touch you gave her.ย
Minutes later, the pancakes were ready and Miranda turned in your arms, holding the pancakes high above your head as her lips dipped to press a kiss to your forehead, โLetโs eat.โ The constable wrapped an arm around your shoulders, walking you back towards the kitchen table with her lips now dancing around your face, causing you to erupt into a fit of laughter. Her lips pressed to yours, her face lingering in front of yours for a moment, โGod, I love you.โ
โI love you... Now itโs time to set the table.โ You take a few seconds to appreciate the sentiment before pulling away, finally beginning to pull your weight in this midnight dinner by pulling plates from the cabinet and forks from the drawer. Miranda works in tandem, placing the pancakes down on the table before rummaging through the cabinets to find syrup.ย
You smile at the sight of Miranda arranging the two dinner table chairs closer together, not wanting you sitting across from her. Taking your seat next to her, you shift closer to your girlfriend and stab your fork into two of the pancakes, dragging them onto your plate. The room was filled with silence sans the occasional sound of a fork against a plate.ย
The constable finishes her meal first, her arm winding around your waist and giving you a soft tug, โCโmere...โ The gesture makes you blush, knowing she wanted you to finish your meal while sitting on her lap. You take a seat on her thighs, turning your attention back to your food as Mirandaโs arms wrap around your torso, her face nuzzling into your back. These were the little moments where you could feel how in love Miranda was with you.
When you finally finished your plate, you noticed how Mirandaโs movements had stopped. Lightly, you rub your hand against her arm, turning your head and whispering, โMirandy-Andy... Is it time for bed, sweetness?โย
โMhmm...โ She hummed into your back, giving you a squeeze. Her voice was thick with sleep, an octave lower than normal, โWe can clean up tomorrow. Iโm tired...โย
โTime to sleep, baby.โ You pop up from your place on her lap, pulling yourself from her grasp and collecting the plates from the table. Depositing them in the sink, you feel Mirandaโs arms around you once more. The constable turned you around and her hands drifted to the backs of your thighs, picking you up to carry you back to the bedroom.ย
With the two of you now full and sleepy, falling asleep was almost automatic as Miranda laid you into bed. Her form was half of atop yours, almost like she was your personal weighted blanket.ย
After that night, Miranda coming home from late shifts was often (if not always) accompanied by sex and pancakes.ย
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My head is killing me. But my writing requests are dry. Send me something plz
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I will be putting Linger on hold. Or just quit that book. I havenโt decided. I rereleased it with intent to start writing it again. But due to certain circumstances. Itโs not appropriate right now.
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Is this baby fever or is this longing for a child I lost ? Please send help?
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Linger - MPHFPC Fanfiction ( Alma Peregrine x OC Daughter character Avalon Peregrine) Chpt.2
Disclaimer, I only own Avalon Lefay Peregrine, the other characters rightfully belong to Ransom Riggs
Based on Ransom Riggs bestseller Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children.
This is a fan-fiction story
Rape, incest, and mature content will be included in this story. Read at your own risk.
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Trigger warning โ ๏ธ
โโโโโโโ Chapter 02 โโโโโ
I remember those little moments when he would converse with me in this filthy cell, restraint by leather straps to a chair, because he wanted to make me feel he was the one with power. The empowered god.
"Hello, sweetheart." Dark chuckles slipped from his scarred lips, his eyes drenched in insanity, terror coursed me at how his blank eyes were filled with violence. Still scary how an average appearing man reigned with monsters. "I still cannot believe that a child of beauty would be conceived through horror."
Chills ran down my spine, even if I attempted to lunge at him, it would be of no use. I was restrained.
"I gave her a child of her own, she should be thankful."
Even my bones tremble in disgust at the sight of my father.
Silence continued to scream, except for his words amd the clicking of his boots against the hard concrete.
"Not being able to look at her only own flesh and blood as she is reminded of me and what I forced upon her is the greatest pain I have ever inflicted, and I have slaughtered numerous inoccent souls."
Digging my fingers into his skull and ripping out his brain would be a pleasure of mine, but that will not be as of today. Completely devoured by insanity, redemption was an impossible call for this man. How could he have slept? Those screams Mother made and her struggling to free herself from his grasp were lullabies to his sleep.
"I love her, but not in a way a brother loves his sister."
Going through sleepless nights of pain and grief, dancing on the edge of a knife barefoot, salvation finally arrived.
In the form of my bruised and injured mother, the great Alma Peregrine โ the crimson line across the arc of her cheekbones was visibly evident, black and blue bruises revealing themselves underneath the sleeves of her dress, like blood trailing on porcelain cups โ and what I assume to be the now renowned hollow-slayer, Jacob Portman.
Traces of Jacob's injuries barely showed themselves, except that his ocean eyes showed traumatic gleam, a dash of pride and relief.
"Thank God, we found you." Jacob breathed heavily, finally saved from the nights of endless crying, torture, and loneliness. I tried to keep my spirits high and remember that I was stronger than this. I was a peculiar. I was stronger than a normal human; and yet my father made me weak. He made me think I was weak and frail. I felt that way,and deep down, I felt I was always weak. Until the moment I was saved.
"Ava!" My mother cried in a mixture of pain and relief, intangible glass shards piercing her voice. With her trembling hands, she embraced me and there came a whisper, "I'm sorry."
I may be alive, but death will always inhabit my bones.
When Jacob and Mom came and got me, I felt relief. I was relieved that my nightmare was over.
Weakness prevailed as tear stained cheeks on my face kept the reminder of the nightmare,and that my nightmare was alive. My nightmare running through my blood. My nightmare wouldn't end, until I did. I knew I was stronger than him. I was stronger than any of the torture he put me through. And yet, he stuck me down and made me small. I wasn't myself anymore, I was a barely a shadow of Avalon.
Not the daughter of Alma Peregrine, nor Caul's.
A burning throne in Hell has been reserved for me as soon as the monsters' scream echo through my mind.
โ ALPโ
#alma peregrine#alma peregrine x reader#eva green#miss peregrines home for peculiar children#fanfiction
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Linger - MPHFPC Fanfiction ( Alma Peregrine x OC Daughter character Avalon Peregrine)
Trigger Warning โ ๏ธ
Disclaimer, I only own Avalon Lefay Peregrine, the other characters rightfully belong to Ransom Riggs
Based on Ransom Riggs bestseller Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children.
This is a fan-fiction story
Rape, incest, and mature content will be included in this story. Read at your own risk.
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Trigger Warning โ ๏ธ
โโโโโโโ Chapter 01 โโโโโโ
I WAS UNWANTED โ that's all I have ever known since I was born to this world of cruelty and evil; tranquility serving as a veil of illusion that everything was under control in this land of blood and chaos.
My name is Avalon LeFay Peregrine โ the very daughter of the youngest and most gifted ymbryne of the peculiardom; Miss Alma LeFay Peregrine โ I am only sixteen years of age inside the loop, but when I step out of its protection, I am decades older than my physical appearance.
Misunderstanding is what sets people on fire, but fear not, there would be not a trace of flame of misunderstanding in what I'm about to say โ My mother loves me with all her heart, all of my flaws, all of the things I wish I did not have; even though sometimes, she trembled intensely while crying her heart out; holding back sobs as she apologized why she couldn't look at me for so long.
She wasn't disgusted. She wasn't ungrateful. There was not a trace of hatred in her voice as she apologized and held me in her motherly arms in search for comfort โ she was drowning in a cesspool of guilt, because she could not bear to look at her only biological child even if she forces herself to focus her eyes on me. The reason was understandable, I bring back the storm of memories she wanted to vanish to oblivion.
She loved me, and told me I was her everything.
The reason I knew I was unwanted is from the fact I am the product of a forced, incestuous process โ created in such a horrifying way that left my mother scars of trauma and nightmares; not only in her physique, but were engraved in her brain.
My father is Caul Bentham; a deranged man, so insane to the point that he could not care and would not care to distinguish the right and wrong โ he even raped his own younger sister for his own pleasure.
I am a peculiar, they say, because I was able to live in a loop for such a long time; but if you ask me, the manifestation of my peculiarity seems to be delayed.
On one tragic night, my father bomboarded into our household โ while Jacob and Emma were fighting that hollow he sent โ and took Mom, Miss Avocet and myself.
But I was separated from them, and instead I was kept in a location I had no idea of โ but I could describe the eerie smiles the wights gave me that made the atmosphere more deadly and absurd. I was an experiment โ they pierced holes through my wrists to inject the souls of a peculiar.
As my father said I was to be some kind of a living weapon equipped with several peculiarities โ but that was the last time I ever saw him; knowing that we were going to war with hollowgasts against the peculiar kind. I was alone in that hell hole of a house โ cold, horrifying, depressing; just the epitome of a living hell.
Until the day came, Jacob Portman along with Mom barging through that door โ I knew I was saved; because they saved me. I was only saved from that hell house, but not from the essentials coursing through my veins.
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I am so sorry for not updating anything. Working on a schedule.
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FanFic Ask Game
A:ย How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?
B:ย Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?
C:ย What member do you identify with most?
D:ย Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?
E:ย If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?
F:ย Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes youโve written and explain why youโre proud of it.
G:ย Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?
H:ย How would you describe your style?
I:ย Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?
J:ย Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].
K:ย Whatโs the angstiest idea youโve ever come up with?
L:ย How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?
M:ย Got any premises on the back burner that youโd care to share?
N:ย Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?
O:ย How do you begin a storyโwith the plot, or the characters?
P:ย Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an โarchitectโ or a โgardenerโ? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)
Q:ย How do you feel about collaborations?
R:ย Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?
S:ย Any fandom tropes you canโt resist?
T:ย Any fandom tropes you canโt stand?
U:ย Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.
V:ย If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?
W:ย Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?
X:ย A character you enjoy making suffer.
Y:ย A character you want to protect.
Z:ย Major character deathโdo you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you canโt tolerate?
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Here is my Slipping Through my fingers fanfiction on my New A03 account!
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Tell me why Iโm training myself to answer phone calls? Instead of my boss training me. This is my first time watching phones
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