I've Been Seeing A Lot Of Knight Posts Recently. Pretty Great

Just a psa for fic writers who use the “trauma bond” tag, please make sure you’re using it correctly. A trauma bond is not two people who experience similar trauma and bond over it. It’s a carefully curated, manipulative bond between abuser and victim to keep the victim coming back because of the addictive highs and lows that come with abuse.

If you want to tag two characters bonding over shared trauma, a good substitute tag would be “bonding over shared trauma.” Trauma bonding is, by definition, an abusive relationship and may steer people who have experienced it away from your fic. Please spread the word and happy writing!

Ever underestimate jester girls, especially if they are potential psychologists😤

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Apparently a lot of people get dialogue punctuation wrong despite having an otherwise solid grasp of grammar, possibly because they’re used to writing essays rather than prose. I don’t wanna be the asshole who complains about writing errors and then doesn’t offer to help, so here are the basics summarized as simply as I could manage on my phone (“dialogue tag” just refers to phrases like “he said,” “she whispered,” “they asked”):

“For most dialogue, use a comma after the sentence and don’t capitalize the next word after the quotation mark,” she said.

“But what if you’re using a question mark rather than a period?” they asked.

“When using a dialogue tag, you never capitalize the word after the quotation mark unless it’s a proper noun!” she snapped.

“When breaking up a single sentence with a dialogue tag,” she said, “use commas.”

“This is a single sentence,” she said. “Now, this is a second stand-alone sentence, so there’s no comma after ‘she said.’”

“There’s no dialogue tag after this sentence, so end it with a period rather than a comma.” She frowned, suddenly concerned that the entire post was as unasked for as it was sanctimonious.

All of NRC remembers the unfortunate events of the "losersayswhat" incident. Our hearts go out to those affected. We also, no longer speak of the "updog" incident. If you see a guy with red spiky hair and a red heart on his eye, please alert the authorities immediately.

AND OFC a bomus....

after a quick meltdown and some more bullshit from Ace, Malleus decides to join in on the fun! he's.... still getting it down, however......

quick bald ace:3

I love this so much!:)

crawl to the in-between (part 5/?)

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Imma be real with y'all, I got nothing after this chapter. There was supposed to be this whole struggle with MC having to decide whether to accept the brothers' new forms or not (veering into dark/yandere territory) but for now I'm just going to leave this as is. Unfinished fics are a pain but forcing words out is even more painful. I may revisit this if inspiration strikes in the future, but no promises :(

When you open your eyes again, you find yourself lying on your bed in the House of Lamentation.

You jerk upright and look around, but it's quickly apparent that you're alone. It feels like forever since you were last in here, what with the attack, Lucifer's quarantine, the portal that was supposed to send you home—

Not-Lucifer reaching for you, black sludge oozing out of his eyes and dripping from his gloved fingertips—

You shake your head, trying to snap your brain out of replaying that horrifying image. A quick glance around your room shows nothing out of place, and for the briefest moment you almost dare to hope that the past week and a half was all just a bad dream…

A sharp knock on the door makes you jump.

"Honey, are you awake?" Comes Asmo's melodious voice from the other side. "Breakfast is ready! I saved you a plate, but you better hurry before Beel gets to it~"

You hold your breath, half-expecting the demon to burst into your room with deformed features and extra limbs, but all you hear is Asmo cheerfully humming a tune before his footsteps fade away.

A minute passes, then two. Your stomach rumbles. You know you can't stay in here forever, not if you want answers, and especially not if you want to figure out how to turn your demons back to normal. On the off chance that Asmo and the twins were still okay, you could use all the help you can get.

The hallway is empty when you finally poke your head through the door. It's pitch black outside the windows, no surprise there. You take twice as long to make it to the dining room, treading carefully as though you've been sucked into another one of Levi's horror games, expecting jumpscares around every corner. You're almost surprised to reach your destination without so much as a scratch.

"There you are!" Asmo claps his hands in delight and pulls your chair out for you. His makeup is impeccable as always, not a trace of black to be seen. "I made one of your favorites today, so eat it allll up, okay?"

"Thanks Asmo." You take a seat, but your hands don't touch the neatly arranged cutlery. Across the table, Beel is scarfing down what looks like his fifth plate at this point, while Belphie is snoring into his pancakes. "How're you today?"

"I'm fabulous, thank you for asking!" He winks and blows you a kiss. So far so good—

Beel lets out a huge burp and wipes his mouth on a napkin. It leaves his lips with dark stains smeared all over it.

"Ha, I win." Belphie lifts his head with a smirk. The white tips of his hair have been dyed black.

"Aww honey, come back! I made those pancakes with love!" Asmo whines loudly but doesn't follow as you make a break for the foyer.

Black sludge drips down the windowpanes, obscuring any view of the outside world.

adhd will get you thinking "i should make this doctors appointment" every day for 7 months and counting