#dialogue asks

Can anyone help me with dialogue writing.

What's the standard format? I see two types while reading. One wear punctuation is used with a sentence describing person and the action followed by " ". The other one is just " " , she said that format

“I feel like I could scale a building right now,” Jimmy murmurs later, staring up at the ceiling of Kim’s bedroom, where long triangles of yellow light shatter the paintwork. “I’m serious. I reckon I could just climb right up the bricks.”

Kim’s lying on top of him, her fingers laced together over his chest, their legs tangled beneath the red-and-grey comforter. “Slow down, Superman,” she says, her voice trembling through his stomach. “You have to actually pass the thing yet.”

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can anyone send in any dialogue requests or concepts etc

lightning era, marauders era or wolfstar!daughter

Well, this was a more intense result than I expected when I employed the "random scrolling" method! (Thanks for the ask!!)

"It doesn't," Buck says. His voice is tight with threatening tears. "You're not broken, and you're not going to hell, and you deserve every bit as much happiness as anyone else." And then, because that doesn't seem sufficient: "More."

[Send me an oc name and 💬 and I’ll give a random dialogue piece from them!]

Oooh, I like the guessing game idea!

Those who are familiar with my wip One Siren’s Soul, try and guess who said this!

(*cries* Donald, sweetie, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry these people want me to make you suffer so much. Oh my god)

#80 “I know you don’t care, you don’t have to pretend” Donald returning from the Moon (ANGST)

Ten years.

That’s how long Della spent trying to get back to her family, to her boys, to Scrooge…

To Donald.

It was a few days before Della went to go get the rebuilt Spear, to show Scrooge and her boys exactly how she had made it back to them. When all they found was an empty field, that pulling feeling in her gut had her looking over the kids’ heads at Uncle Scrooge. A look passed between them: no, it couldn’t be.

Calls were made, and they found out that he had never even boarded the cruise ship. That’s when the panic set in, and she began a frantic attempt to build a new rocket, to get to her brother.

Please, she pleaded, I just got my family back, please, please.

The gods loved to laugh in their faces. Her brother always did have the most rotten luck.

She didn’t even make it halfway through the mainframe before the invasion started. It wasn’t big, obviously, only a dozen or so ships since they had barely a month to pull it all together. Her whole extended family (when had they added a sentient statue and lightbulb to the mix?) fought beside her, and once Lunaris was captured and the people understood what had happened, it went silent.

Dead silent.

The crowds began to part from where she was pressing a foot into Lunaris’ neck, trying to force him to tell her where her brother was, and then he appeared.

Penny was with him, both carrying weapons and holding onto wounds that looked serious enough to make even Della worry about their severity. Her eyes filled with tears and she ran to her brother, beat by the boys barreling into him too fast and hard for it not to hurt. She hesitated around the edge of the group, Scrooge coming to rest beside her as the last of Lunaris’ group were rounded up and taken by jokingly official looking men in long black cars.

“Donald…” She reached for him once the boys backed away to talk to Penny, excited to meet a Moonlander they could trust and wasn’t trying to kill them.

Her brother looked up at her, his smile grim and relieved, “Hey, Del..” He swayed, face paling and eyes rolling into the back of his head, Scrooge reacting faster than her to catch him as he passed out.

Three days. He was unconscious for three days.

In that time, Della and her family had been harassed by the media, government officials had tried to arrest and detain Penny (over her dead body!) and the boys had all asked her at least once if their Uncle Donald was gonna die.

She’d been in his room, doing her best to clean his wounds and keep him comfortable when a hand found hers and squeezed tightly. Her eyes flew up to look into Donald’s tired ones, and then she couldn’t see anything, because she was crying too hard to worry about seeing anything.

He sighed, other hand coming up to touch to his face where a bandage was covering one half of his own sight and frowned.

“…The Moonlanders?” He croaked out, trying his best to speak without it hurting. She sniffled and got him the glass of water beside his bed, helping her twin to take small sips and sit up.

“Baldy and his followers are, uh, in federal prison. They’re going to hold a trial.” She muttered, just staring at him in awe. With the wounds covered and his feathers cleaned of grime and blood, she could see just how old he’d gotten. Molting was usually saved for someone in their late fifties, not barely-thirties. Lines creased his face and he looked weaker than she’d ever seen him.

“Penumbra?” Came the quiet question, his body releasing tension when Della smiled and shook her head, “Safe. Pardoned for her help in taking down ships and taking all the people in Duckburg to safety.”

Silence fell over them, and then they both took a deep breath at the same time.

“I just-”

“You can-”

They stared at each other, before chuckling awkwardly, and Donald gestured for her to go ahead. Della took a deep breath, shuddering slightly before looking her twin in the eye.

“I’m sorry. For everything. I should have listened to you, I shouldn’t have gone. I should have been home faster, and we…I should have looked for you as soon as I came home-”

“Don’t.” The cut off made her frown and squeeze his hand tighter, while Donald just looked away, shaking his head, “Don’t apologize. Not to me.” His gaze hardened and he glared weakly, “Go to your kids. They need you more than I do.”

Her eyes widened in shock, and she shook her head, “What? Donald, you’re my brother! I’m not going anywhere!”

“Well, you’re ten years too late for that line, aren’t you?!” His whole body was tense, and the one eye she could see was squinted and filled with tears that he was desperately trying to hold back.

Della placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently, “Don, I’m so sorry, I-”

“I know you don’t care, you don’t have to pretend.” He shook the hand off, looking away from her, “I’m done talking. Get out.”

She sat there, frozen in shock for a few seconds. Donald kept his face turned away from her, not moving at all save for clenching his fist in his lap.

Della stood carefully, fixing her scarf before pulling it off and setting it on the chair, “Feel better, Donald. I’ll see you soon.” She muttered, before slipping out of the room just as a sob broke out from behind her.

She waited for ten years to see her family. And now she didn’t know if they would ever be okay again.

Standing confused, brow arched ever-so-slightly, hand frozen in place from drinking the rest of my cocoa. I shifted my gaze to the bag and asked, quite dryly, “Why is Katsuki screaming bloody murder?”