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urfriendlywriter · 7 months

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How to write angst ?

@urfriendlywriter | req by @everynowandthenihaveacrisis @aidyaiden :)

know your character. from their deepest fears to what they cherish the most. know your deepest fear, ask yourself how you will react and feel at that moment. "oh shit, if this happened to me I'll lose my mind" what's that type of scenario for you? write it. :)

decide on the type of angst you are going for!

major, minor, physical, emotional, paranormal, spiritual, verbal, abusive, quarrel, misunderstanding, etc.

and then, decide on--what reaction you can take out of your character by doing what to them.

are they gonna be, held at a gunpoint to give something up? or have their soul wrecked by whom they thought were close to them? or is it going be horror, or etctec, decide on it.

moving on to actually writing it-

Tip 1 - Use sensory details.

her eyes brimmed with tears

his chest heaved

pain clawed at his heart, as his face twisted with hurt

his scream pierced my heart

her lips quivered

she dug her nails into her palms (to distract herself, to stop it from shaking, etc)

show what is happening to ur MC, instead of telling it.

Tip 2 - how to actually write it.

If they're panicking, make them notice too many things at once, show every detail that they're seeing, feeling, from touch, to that burning sensation on their eyes, the blood on the ground, that dryness of their throat, the buzzing in their head and their parted lips unable to trust their own sight, and--and, boom! have them register that they're really really in trouble. and that they've to act fast.

use short, very minimal type of writing for this. make it long, but not long enough that it feels like it's being dragged.

the readers should hold themselves back from skimming the page out of curiousity, they should be in their toes to find out what happens next.

what does your MC do in times of panic? do they chant calm down to themselves, do they get angry, or start crying.. or?? what makes your character genuinely feel an emotion so hard that they'll burst?

there's always something, someone that'll always give them love and easily can be that something or someone to take it away. yk.

Tip 3 - crying.

what is close to your character that u can deprive them of? will it make them cry? beg for it?

what will make ur character cry so hard, that their scream fills everyone's ear, stays in their minds like ghosts and always haunts them?

make a character who never cries, burst out with tears.

while writing crying, focus on the 5 senses, one after the other.

focus it on their breath, make them run out of breath, gasp for air, feel like they're being choked, cry so scrutinizingly. it shud punch the reader's gut.

have them replay what had just happened over and over again in their head

best books and writing styles (for angst) to analyse and learn from (in my opinion);

3rd book in the AGGTM series (yk it hit hard like a truck. it got me depressed in bed the entire time lmao)

Five Survive by Holly Jackson. The moments of red outside of the truck, and moments leading to it.

there's this book called " Warm by @untalentedwriter127 " in wattpad. the author served angst for breakfast, lunch anddd dinner.

and if there's more angsty ones, drop em in the comments! :)

Hope this helps, tag me when yall write a masterpiece! ;)

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dumplingsjinson · 1 year

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List of angsty dialogue options which pertains to stupid feelings prompts

“You need to get the fuck out of my head and into my arms right now because I can’t keep thinking about you like this while not being able to hold you; it’s driving me up the walls. You’re driving me up the walls, and the worst part is, you’re not doing shit that should make you drive me up the walls in the first place. You exist, and suddenly I can’t act right or think straight. It’s fucked.”

“I wish I could hate you, but my wishes never come true.”

“I’m so deftly terrified of falling in love. Because what if I end up with a broken heart? That thought itself is just so scary to me. I want to, but I can’t get over that fear.” “Then how about you let me be that first step you take into falling in love? I can help you get over that fear, if you’d let me.”

“I never thought myself capable of feeling things like this, but then you come along, throw a middle finger right in my face, flip my world upside down, and have proven me so very wrong on that.”

“I don’t like feeling whatever the hell this is.”

“I could be doing the most interesting shit, and somehow the thought of you will pop up in my mind, uncalled for, and then I end up thinking about you for the rest of the day.”

“I can’t tell if I’m lonely, or if I’m in love. Shit’s a little confusing.”

“Denial can only act as a temporary shield for your feelings. You know that, [name].” “Yeah, but that’s not going to stop me from denying. It’s the only thing I can cling onto for my own sanity, so please don’t take that away from me too.”

“I see your name pop up on my screen and suddenly I have this huge, stupid smile on my face, and that’s the moment I know I’m more than just screwed.”

“Falling in love feels like a unique type of vulnerable, and I don’t— I don’t want to feel that way.”

“I’m hung over on something that might never come to fruition.”

“I’m tired of dancing around with you like this. What exactly are we?”

“Thinking about you makes me feel so, so, so pathetic, because I can’t have you. I hate it. I hate feeling like this. Why are you making me feel like this?”

“It’s funny, because I’m missing something that was never meant to be in the first place.”

“Wondering if I like you or if I’m just bored is a pretty shitty dilemma to have.” “You know, maybe I can help you sort that dilemma out.”

“I think I miss what we could have been rather than what we were.”

“I can be with someone so much better than you, but all I can think about is you, even when I’m with that better someone.”

“People say they fall in love like they fall asleep — slowly, then all at once. But the way I fell for you can only be described as that feeling when you’re drifting off to sleep, only to feel like you’re falling, oh-so-suddenly. So suddenly that it ends up startling you awake; heart racing in your chest because it feels like you fell off the precipice of a cliff. It’s quick and sudden, and there’s no slowness to it. It’s a crash and burn type of love that I feel.”

“I still fell even though I knew it wasn’t going to end well. I knew, yet I still ran head-first into it. What is wrong with me?”

“I didn’t see you through rose-tinted glasses. I saw the flaws, the red flags, the blemishes you couldn’t hide from me, yet I still ignored them because I thought maybe I could somehow make you a better person despite everything. That’s on me.”

“You’re always on my mind, yet I feel like I’m not on yours — not even for a second.”

“I didn’t sign up to feeling like this.”

“Can you please give me space so I can get over you?” “…But I don’t want you getting over me.” “You don’t want me getting over you but you’ll never feel the same way I feel towards you! That’s so fucking cruel, knowing you have this hold over me, and despite it all, wanting to keep that hold over me.”

“I have feelings for you that won’t fuck off, and it’s pissing me the hell off.”

“I don’t mean to you as much as you mean to me, and it’s fine. I’ve accepted that as my reality.” “Based on what evidence do you think you don’t mean as much to me as I mean to you?”

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t let go of something which has proven to be hopeless time and time again.” “…Am I not good enough of a reason to not let go?”

“I’ve given you so many pieces of me, [name]. And I’m spent. You’ve taken everything I could give — even the most important part of me. I’ve given it all to you. I’m fucking empty, because of you. So please, if this is the last thing I ask of you — don’t ask me for more, because I simply have nothing left to give.”

“You’re everything I could ask for, but simultaneously, everything I couldn’t have.”

“I could love you for a lifetime, and it wouldn’t mean anything to you.”

“So I have these… Feelings for you. And they have me all fucked up. They keep me up at night, with the what ifs and maybes; with an excitement I don’t think I’ve ever felt before running through my veins, like a fucking drug. They have me acting like someone I’m so unfamiliar with, to the point where it scares me. All I can think about is you, you, you, because you occupy every single space of my mind. It’s like I’m soaring, but then I think about the inevitable: what if all of this comes crashing down one day? That’s gonna fucking suck, so much. Which is why I didn’t want to feel these things, but you made it so hard not to. And now I can’t stop.”

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otakubimbo · 13 days

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Hey! Can I request for an angst romance with the very first sentence prompt with Satoru? They break up but Satoru refuses to believe that it actually happened and that it was only a joke. Like, he is in denial about it.

Hi anon! You're my first official request so thank you! I hope I did this prompt justice for you. My heart hurts.

angsty romance prompt. "tell me it was a lie, tell me you're playing with me right now "

Warnings: None really, just angst and no happy ending, which yes is so unlike me but we ball! I didn't proof read cause it made me sad writing it.

“Tell me it was a lie. Tell me you’re playing with me right now!” Satoru’s voice was at a higher level than it should being at this café. The people around pretending not to be easy dropping on the conversation that you and the man across form you were having.

“Lower your voice, people are staring.” The hushed tone of your voice, attempting to not betray the facade you were putting on. This wasn’t easy for you, breaking up with Satoru Gojo, if anything you were breaking your own heart.

“How do you expect me to react when my girlfriend brought me out to lunch to break up with me?!” His tone is harsh, in a way you have never heard before. You flinch at his abrasiveness, making him shrink back into his chair.

Satoru’s anger and disbelief confuse you. It was as if everyone saw the signs of this impending breakup but him. The relationship had been going downhill for some time now, how could he not see that? How could he not see what he was doing? How couldn’t he see what it was doing to you?

After a year and a half of dating, you told him, you told him you loved him and you meant it with every fiber of your soul. It had been six more months since then and he never said it back. You were understanding at first when he didn’t say it back, albeit hurt a little but you knew at least a little of his past and what he has gone through. You could understand that it may be hard for him to tell you he loved you, you knew he loved you because of the way he cared for you and that was enough.

Well, you thought it was enough. After your confession, Satoru didn’t immediately become distant, but it started with small things. He stopped texting you good morning and would only say good night. The small touches, the holding hands, and the comforting hugs became few and far between. Any time you brought it up, he would play it off like nothing was wrong, everything was fine. Then it became as if the two of you were barely even friends, it seemed he was always busy as if he never had time for you anymore. And it hurt, it hurt like hell and even then you kept pushing it off just hoping he would tell you what was going on behind those piercing blue eyes of his but he never did.

That’s what lead to today, the day of your 2 year anniversary. Truthfully, you hadn’t even planned on breaking up with him today but when you sat across from him in the same café that you had your first date at, his eyes never met yours. He didn’t hold your hand across the table, he didn’t kiss your forehead on his arrival, he wasn’t your Satoru.

You could feel the tears threatening to spill as you looked up at him, “Do you know what today is? Or why I asked you here”

His jaw tightened, “It’s Tuesday and I don’t know maybe because I’m your boyfriend and we go to this café a lot.”

Is this all a joke to you? Was he just a joke to you? He knows he hasn’t been the best boyfriend lately and that he’s been a bit distant but that wouldn’t make you break up with him. Would it? You were too kind, too patient, too pure for that, right?

“This is the café that we went to on our first date, two years ago.” You aren’t even facing him anymore when you say that, just reminiscing on a time when it felt as if you were just two kids in love. Satoru froze, not even realizing that he had forgotten. He had been trying so hard to keep you at an arm’s length after your confession that he had seemed to just push you away. He didn’t even say anything as you turned to him, tears threatening to spill down your beautiful face at any single moment. What had he done?

“Do you even love me, Satoru?”

The question hung in the air, making his mouth go dry. He did, he loved you more than he should and that was the problem. His love for you scared him, you scared him. You didn’t know the power that you held over him; you made him weak. You were his weakness. But he was the strongest, he couldn’t afford a weakness, but he wasn’t strong enough to let you go either. Now here he was, unable to speak the words that have been written into his heart from the moment he saw you.

With a sad smile, you take his silence as your answer gathering your things and leaving you there. His heart shattered as he watched you leave out of the door, fading from his vision. Satoru’s worst fear came true, the strongest was defeated, the strongest was broken by you and it was all his own fault.

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fishy-writes123 · 6 months

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if only i'd known before (angsty romance prompts)

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TW: mentions suicide, death, and grief

~ at the beach, someone finds a bottle with a note inside. the note is a letter written by a hopeless romantic, confessing their love to someone who never liked them the same way

~ the main character's greatest regret in life is not being there as their partner breathed their last breathes

~ after rejecting someone and running away with another person who they thought was their soulmate, the main character realizes that they may not have loved the right person

~ the main character lives their entire life blaming themselves for the death of a loved one

~ after the main character's significant other gets amnesia, the main character tries their hardest to ignite feelings in them once again

~ after getting rejected by someone who they thought they loved, the main character attempts suicide, only to find that someone else had loved them to entire time

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#writing prompts #prompts #angsty romance prompts #angst prompts #romance prompts #writing #writers

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novelbear · 3 months

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a dialogue list for angry love confessions

prompt list by @novelbear | very slight cw for cursing!

"if you can't figure it out by now, then i don't have anything else to tell you."

"i thought that if i did all of this and came all this way, it would finally click for you."

"come back to me when you figure it out."

"i am done. i'm done waiting for you."

"i'm in love with you, you dumbass."

"what the hell did you think i meant by that?"

"i've been stupid enough to keep chasing after you."

"you knew. you knew i loved you and took full advantage of the fact that i'd do anything for you. and i knew that. i just kept at it hoping that one day you'd value me just as much."

"i've been following you around like a lost puppy since the day we met, yet you couldn't see?"

"i dropped everything to be with you! everything!"

"why do i keep doing this to myself..."

"i'm not losing the one person i love because of some stupid shit."

"is that what you wanted to hear? are you happy?"

"what do you think i've been doing this for?"

"i had thought all of this would be so different for us."

"don't you want the same?"

"god, how blind can you be?"

"open your eyes!"

"i've wasted years of my life chasing after someone who couldn't give a fuck about me..."

#otp prompts #writing prompts #imagine your otp #otp writing #writeblr #prompt list #otp #romance prompts #angst prompts #angst #angsty prompts #confession prompts #love confessions #dialogue prompts #prompts #request

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celestialwrites · 3 months

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stabbing/being stabbed prompts & dialogue⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

(inspired by @que3rduckling’s day)

@celestialwrites for more!

♡ character gets attacked in alley after leaking files.

♡ they could feel the coldness of the blade as it seeped in, contrasting the feel of the warm blood flowing out of them.

♡ “what happened, are you okay?” “yeah, i’m great, only lightly stabbed.” “you were STABBED?” “lightly.”

♡ “i’m feeling very attacked right now.” character says as they were getting stabbed.

♡ character confessing their undying love to their best friend as the blade pierced their chest.

♡ “i feel like you’re flirting with me.” character A states as character B swings to puncture.

♡ the deep crimson red of his blood clashed with the light colour of the floor as it splashed along it.

♡ character rips out blade as their wound heals instantly.

♡ “it’s almost like you’re going after my heart, at least take me to dinner first.”

♡ character running for their life as their best friend chases them with a knife.

♡ characters making intense eye contact as one dives a knife into the other’s heart.

REBLOG TO SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL WRITERS<3

big thanks to @que3rduckling again (please go check them out!!)

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spacebarbarianweird · 4 months

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@ramlightly graciously let me write a fic based on this comic. Check it out, it's so cool!

"Dominate Person" is a nasty spell that can fully submit a humanoid to your power. It's unclear if the victim has self-consciousness in the moment but since it's possible to throw Wisdom saving rolls I think you can feel that you are controlled.

Thanks @bhaalbaaby for beta-reading!

Puppet Master

Synopsis: Astarion is enchanted by the "Dominate Person" spell and almost kills Tav.

Tags: angst, comfort

TW: A description of physical violence

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Astarion wants to move. To hide in the shadows and shoot the necromancer from there.

You are surrounded, but you keep doing your work.

But he can't.

His body is paralyzed, and he feels a wave of panic.

No, not this. Not "Hold Person"!

He can't do this. He can't make it.

Paralysis is like being sealed in a tomb with too little space to move. Helpless, voiceless.

What if something happens to you when he is like this?

"Astarion, use your daggers!"

Is it you? Or one of the adventurers you've teamed up this morning to kick necromancers out of the town?

Astarion just has to wait. The spell wears off when the spellcaster is down. Or a healer manages to find a way to get rid of the invisible chains.

Or...

USE THE DAGGER

The voice is intimidating, too loud, and too powerful.

It's like the Cazador's voice in his head again. Suppressing. Ordering. Torturing.

No, no...

Astarion feels his hand move toward the dagger. The strings make him move.

It's not "Hold Person".

It's "Dominate Person".

Full control of the victim. The voice your body cannot resist. You become one of them, fighting for them.

Murdering your loved ones.

KILL

Astarion rushes forward to you. To the only person he loves and cares about. The only person in the entire world who has never hurt him.

"Astarion! Help me! Astarion, what's wrong?"

Astarion pushes you into the ground with all his newfound vampiric strength.

No, no, please, stop it!

MURDER THEM

The dagger stabs through your stomach, causing an internal rupture. The second dagger wounds your chest.

You stare at him in pain, in silent prayer. You watch your lover killing you.

Blood. So much blood. Your blood.

A strong hand pulls Astarion from you, but it's not enough.

Astarion has an order from his new master.

To kill you. To make sure you are dead.

It is the worst type of dissociation. He is just an observer.

His hands rip you apart as if you are a prey he's found in the woods. Your eyes are full of terror and pain.

VAMPIRE, DRINK THE BLOOD.

No, no, I won't do it. I don't take the blood without consent... NO!

His fangs pierce into your neck, taking the blood non-stop. To satiate him, to let him feel alive.

And to drain you.

He is less than a slave. A puppet. With his locked mind in agony.

CRUSH THE SKULL

Astarion grabs a handful of your hair to smash you against a stone. Your body is motionless. Broken. Almost dead.

And then...

The agony of death pierces the mind. It's an acid flare of horror - too familiar for the undead.

It happened to him once, many years ago. When he was killed by Cazador and revived as a vampire spawn.

That's how death feels.

But he isn't dying. More than this, his body is his again.

Astarion stands up, feeling the nightmare wearing off.

Your body lies on the ground in blood and gore.

Astarion falls to his knees, his hands shaking.

And yells.

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You wake up, your body sore and in terrible pain.

Astarion.

Your mind reacts with a panic attack - a near-death experience causing mental anguish. Your body remembers how Astarion jumped on you with his daggers.

How he ripped your throat.

How he almost crushed your skull.

You try to collect yourself. "Dominate Person". One of the nastiest spells necromancers know. Create a humanoid puppet and make them kill their friends and loved ones. While they silently scream, locked in their minds.

Some people never recover from that. Offing themselves, not being capable of dealing with what they did.

Damn, and what did it do to Astarion? It's what happened to him during his enslavement. Orders impossible to resist.

You want to call for him, but your body refuses to act. It remembers.

His hands, his fangs.

And his eyes in such desperation you've never seen.

Before you manage to collect yourself again, you fall into oblivion.

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Astarion is silent.

His nails pierce his scalp. His teeth are clenched. His eyes open wide as he stares at the wall.

The companions who murdered the necromancers ignore him, but he doesn't feel any hostility.

Just a spell. It happens.

"Astarion... Is this your name, right?" a young fighter approaches him. "You need to take a bath."

Astarion looks at himself. His clothes are covered in blood. Your blood.

"Tav will be fine. We have good healers here. Don't blame yourself."

As if enchanted again, Astarion walks away. In silence, he locks himself in the bathroom - a small wooden room with a tub full of hot water. But instead of putting off the dirty clothes, he submerges himself fully clothed.

The fabric clings to the body, and Astarion hugs his knees. The blood mixes with water.

His back hurts as if his scars are bleeding.

He doesn't know how long he spends there. An hour? A day? A week? The water is cold. but he can't care less still hearing your cries.

The door creaks, and he notices familiar soft steps.

"Astarion? Are you alright?"

He can't look at you. Can't make himself. Can't witness the damage he caused.

"I almost killed you, and you ask how I am doing?" his voice breaks.

"The necromancer almost killed me," you say firmly. "Not you. Hey, look at me!"

Your head is heavily bandaged. There are bruises all over your face, and he knows there is much more evidence of his violence below your shirt and trousers.

"It wasn’t you. It was them. You would never do this to me."

"I did."

"You didn't. Come on, take off your clothes. They’re all wet."

He wants to make you go, make you leave. He will be happy knowing you are somewhere safe and far from him.

You touch his neck, and he can't resist. Astarion allows you to pull off his shirt and then manages to take off the trousers as well.

"I am sorry," he whispers.

"Don't." You start rubbing his back, and he flinches when your gentle fingers touch the edges of the scars.

"Tav... You need to rest..."

"Don't be selfish. I need this, too."

"What? Why?"

You take his chin and make him look up at you. "Because my body remembers you killing me. Because my subconscious tells me to run away. Because I remember these gentle hands of yours driving blades into my chest. I need to forget it before it's engraved forever. So please, don’t push me away. Not now..."

You keep rubbing his back, hands, and chest. You plant kisses on the clean skin. You wash his hair, stained blood, and gore, and make sure your touches are light and tender.

"If you want to talk about it, I am here. I know what exactly it reminded you of," you whisper in his ear.

And at that moment it's too much.

His body shudders as he starts crying, hiding his face from you in his palms. You drop the rags and wrap your hands around his neck.

You sit like that for an eternity, lulling each other until the healer starts banging into the door, demanding you to return to bed. You reluctantly let Astarion go.

You kiss him goodbye and leave, hoping the darkness won't hold his mind again, and he won't run away from you and his guilt.

**

The bed is comfortable as you lie motionless on a blanket. The healer did a great job patching you together. But you will need to fully recover. And gallons of healing potion.

Astarion enters the room. He wears fresh clothes, and if it wasn't for his facial expression, you could think nothing bad has happened.

"Come," you ask him. "I am sorry, but the night of passion isn't an offer today."

"Don't be ridiculous. How are you feeling?"

"Beaten. Wounded. Tired. And you?"

"Violated"

You both are silent. Finally, Astarion lies beside you and wraps his hands around you.

Your body stiffens against your will. Astarion feels it and tries to let you go.

"No. Hold me like that!"

He obliges and gently places your head on his chest. His cool skin feels nice.

Astarion loves me. He won't hurt me.

You repeat it like a prayer before finally being able to fully relax.

"I love you," he mutters. "I won't hurt you. You hear me?"

You nod.

"I love you, too," You smile, and your heart rejoices when he smiles back.

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forestryprompts · 5 months

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Character A: Why do you keep coming back if all we do is hurt each other?

Character B: Maybe because the pain is addicting. It’s like a twisted dance, and we can’t stop stepping on each other’s toes.

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insanityandstars · 2 months

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Silly ideas about scream (1996)

if one of the boys survived:

Stu would have extreme guilt, I think he'd grow to be very nihilistic, like, very. He'd definitely snap back to his senses a little, he'd realise how shitty everything was but even though he'd be guilty and somewhat remorseful, I feel like if he had the choice to go back and prevent it - he wouldn't. He'd definitely have a strong belief that instead of Billy it should've been him that died, because of this I think he'd really hit rock bottom again but not in a psychotic murderous way but in a extremely depressed, no longer takes care of himself way. To cope he'll definitely paint Billy as some great guy who he loved deeply, he'd talk about it as if it was all his fault and as though it wasn't Billy's. Would definitely say stuff like "Billy could've done so much good for himself" or "he gave me love in a way no-one else remotely bothered to"

Billy on the other hand would kinda just be sitting in the hospital bed, head in hands, grieving - not for Stu - but for his failed plan. He'd definitely regret it, but only because it didn't work. He 100% misses Stu but is in extreme denial.. like; "no, I don't miss him I just- miss the way he'd play with my hair and.. his smile, and the way he'd gently kiss my jaw---". He'd definitely pause after his mini rant, be self aware of his slight regret for a moment and then ignore it for the rest of his life. As a comfort tactic, he'd definitely talk shit about Stu, talk down about him to make himself feel better - something I think he did when they were both alive. It would be stuff like "he was a lost cause" or "there was no point in him even trying, he was set out to be a disappointment"

#scream 1996 #scream #scream headcanons #stu macher #billy loomis #stuilly #billy x stu #angsty romance #angsty prompts #they were so in love #but not really #It was toxic #Silly scream ideas

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just-a-few-prompts · 1 year

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Villain’s unrequited love for hero, except hero really doesn’t mind all the kidnapping and flirting. They both know hero doesn’t really feel the same way. Of course they wouldn’t. It would interfere with their work to mix personal feelings and work engagements, after all. Besides, hero and villain have reached an agreement that it would be unprofessional for them to have a relationship anyways, since they’re publicly enemies.

Villain is forced into an early retirement. Their “work” relationship fizzles out as a result.

Now, as Civilian - an identity hero may or may not already know - Villain figures they could try at least ONE more shot at winning Hero’s heart. This time, as… themselves?

#hero x villain #imagine your otp #relationship prompt #romance prompt #superhero x supervillain #superhero x villain #hero x supervillain #scene prompt #character prompt #story prompt #writing prompts #prompts #it was an attempt to make unrequited love so much less angsty

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urfriendlywriter · 7 months

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angsty romance prompts:

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"tell me it was a lie. tell me you're playing with me right now."

"please- please, please wake up, [name]- w-wake up.. please."

"i will die beside you. i won't ever leave you."

"i trusted you."

"you lied to me. was i just a pawn in your game? the easiest one you can sacrifice ?"

"i am sor-" "don't you dare apologize."

"you do not deserve my forgiveness."

"does all of this mean nothing to you?"

"i sacrificed everything for you..."

"i still love you-" "no you don't. you love using me. you hate that I'm standing up for myself now. you loved me when i was submitting to you.."

"i can't love you anymore. i don't want to."

"i despise you."

"you make me feel so alone."

"i look at you, and i feel miserable."

"Please. Just kill me and get it over with. Don't screw me over. and. over again."

"you turned my world around and you crushed it."

"is it fun? is it fun for you to see me hurt?"

"stop following me! If you follow me out that door right now, I'm calling the cops."

"that is not what i meant and you know it !! you know i didnt mean that !"

"you can never earn back my trust."

"I'm not giving up on you, ever."

^ "I'm sorry. but i did. it's time you do too."

"will it kill you to tell me the truth for once?"

^ "i tried! i tried to tell you. you didn't listen to me and, wow. look--you are not listening to me right now as well! "

"we, we were a lie. we were nothing but a fantasy! don't you understand? it's all over now."

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clementexix · 8 months

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His Weakness

Tom was sitting with his usual gesture, hands kept working on some kinds of dark art projects until his minions reported him the result of the ambush given 3 days ago. Another failure, Riddle hissed under his breath, tried not to break his composure as it was the third one this month. Recently, this had become a displeasure to him since he was proud of his army. Everywhere they went, there would be a victory, not a defeat. The young Dark Lord wondered what made the Ministry of Magic become stronger lately but soon your name blurted out from their mouth, his hand stopped in his tracks and his face darkened. It seemed like the young British man was stunned and deep in thoughts. His facial expressions were indescribable as the short-curly-haired man pleaded ignorance whether he should be furious or not. He told them to get out before giving them a chance to observe his vulnerable side. You had always been his weakness since he knew he fell hard for you but, being the most powerful man did not allow him to grow this disgusting affection for such a girl who was completely opposite to him. If you were light, Tom was darkness. If you were sunny days, he was rainy nights. And if you were loved by all, he was feared by those that adored you. However, this did not stop him from secretly longing for you for years. Though his words were brutal, his gaze lied. The young Dark Lord actually cared for you, his one and only love, even when you were on the side of those filthy muggles, even when you were against him.

An annoying voice pulled him out of thoughts. A few Death Eaters suggested getting rid of you since they acknowledged you as a real threat to their purposes. Little did they know their lives were on the brink of death. As soon as hearing theie common opinions, one of those who came up with the idea were shot the Cruciatus Curse by their Lord, which appallingly silenced the whole room.

"Next time, it will be my favorite spell so watch you all mouth."

No one dared to stutter a word. They were frightened at the scene, several were outraged because the honor Lord they were worshiping just protected their enemy; yet, they were too foolish to realize you were his only exception. Solely those Death Eaters who attended Hogwarts with him knew this bitter fact, but they could not do anything either. They could only bear in mind that as long as it was not you, nobody would be able to stop them from ruling the whole world.

As long as it was not you, Tom would get rid of those trying to get in his way. Except you.

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thepromptswhisperer · 10 months

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Jewelry Prompts

1. A helps B put on a necklace/bracelet/brooch/etc.

2. A (and B) look(s) at the new engagement ring sitting on their/A’s finger.

3. A’s eyes are drawn to B’s anklet/necklace/etc.

4. A finds a unique and stolen jewelry piece in B’s apartment/etc.

5. A’s necklace dangles between them and B as they lean over them.

6. A loses the necklace/cufflinks/etc. B gifted to them/B lent to them.

7. A notices that B is fiddling with their jewelry – something they always do when they are nervous.

8. A works in a jewelry store and helps customer B pick out a new piece.

9. A expected that B would throw away the jewelry they gave to them when they were still together. But when they run into them, they notice that they are (still) wearing it/they still have it.

10. A can’t concentrate because their/B’s bracelets/etc. constantly make a noise when they move even the slightest bit.

11. A and B take a jewelry making course together.

12. A (accidentally) breaks B’s jewelry.

13. A has an allergic reaction to jewelry.

14. A has heard somewhere that werewolves do not like silver. Now, every time they meet someone new, they pay extra attention to how their conversational partner reacts to their silver jewelry.

15. A lends B one of their necklaces/etc., forgetting that C gifted it to them/not realizing that C wanted to express something when gifting it to them.

16. A discovers the medical identification tag on B just in time.

17. A intends to get a body piercing and asks B to accompany them to the shop.

18. A doesn’t want to take off their championship ring.

19. A straightens out B’s earring/necklace/brooch/etc.

20. A takes off their jewelry when cleaning the bathroom/etc. and forgets to put it back on afterwards.

21. A slides the wedding band on their partner-now-spouse’s finger.

22. A gifts B some jewelry.

23. A movement of A’s leads to B’s jewelry stand falling down. When they pick it up, they find something between the (familiar) jewelry that surprises them.

24. A knew that the piece of jewelry B is always wearing is important to them. They just didn’t anticipate it being fundamental to the future of the world too.

25. A and B wear/pick out friendship/couple’s bracelets/cufflinks/etc.

26. A admires the jewelry they/their partner are/is (now) wearing.

27. While walking by a jewelry store, A (subtly) points out the jewelry they wish to own someday.

28. A jewelry piece is all that is left of A’s old life.

29. A plays with B’s jewelry.

30. A’s jewelry falls in the sink/into the ocean/etc.

31. A plans a big jewelry heist.

32. A stares at their wedding band, contemplating their marriage.

33. A has acquired a locket at a flee market/antique shop/etc. When they open it at home/etc., they notice it starting to glow/get hot/etc.

34. A squints/moves a bit as they talk to B, the light reflection of their jewelry blinding them.

35. A makes a piece of jewelry for B.

36. A starts working in a jewelry shop despite being a werewolf. (It seems like a great hiding place and might buy them some much needed time.)

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surplus-of-sarcasm · 10 months

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Short Prompt # 13

Decided to spice things up with villain x villain instead of my usual hero x villain.

TW: None!

"I've never cared for a thing in the world, love," the villain purred, tracing the perfect curve of their lover's jaw, lazily trailing their finger down to their neck.

"I know," the other villain breathed out heavily, refusing to meet their gaze.

"But you, on the other hand," they started, pressing a slow, delicate kiss to the other's cheekbone, "occupy a space in my mind that continues to spread, like poison in the bloodstream. And I just can't fathom living without it."

"You had. . .ambitious plans, I did, too," the other villain reminded them, their tone sober, but their eyes half-lidded, peeking out beneath gorgeous, dark lashes, letting their fingers intertwine with those of their paramour's.

The criminal pulled them into their lap effortlessly, making their now shallow breath catch in their throat as they temporarily let go of their hands. They could feel their partner's strong arms bracketing around them, their hands in theirs again, their fingers skirting over their sweetheart's knuckles in soothing motions.

"And what's stopping us from doing everything we've ever desired, together?" they whispered, voice velvety against the other's ear.

"Vulnerabilities," they concluded, treacherously kissing the crown of the second evil-doer's hair in spite of their dismal words. Or word, actually.

To their surprise, the villain chuckled. "Darling," they crooned, their hands now toying with the fabric of their flame's silk shirt, "we are not heroes. We do not love in the weak-willed way they do, no sacrifices for the greater good or whatever spiel they believe in. You and I make each other stronger, so what if we enjoy ourselves in the process? Even hardened hearts like ours need someone to belong to."

They eased their fingers out of the other's hands, tracing patterns into the skin of their arms, rubbing the lean muscles tenderly, smiling a little to themselves as they watched the tight line of their shoulders fade.

"Well, there's no holding back, now, lovely," the other villain said with a grin, pressing a passionate kiss to their jawline.

Their villanous lover laughed, a genuine, musical sound. The world was theirs, and more importantly, so was the beautiful villain in their lap.

Previously, both villains had feared love, thought of it as a trap, something to clip their wings. Foolish reminisces of naïve minds. They'd never imagined they could feel so free. Nothing felt like pure ecstasy, unbridled euphoria coursing through their veins the same way that this did. It tasted sweet, felt intoxicating, set their hearts on fire, the same flames that would soon consume the world, leaving only their names written in ash and smoke.

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akawrites000 · 3 months

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Can you do angsty romantic prompts/angsty love triangle prompts/bad timing angsty romantic prompts

angsty romance prompts as requested by anonymous

1. your eyes keep searching for theirs almost like it's automatic. maybe that's why you know that they're never looking at you, but at the girl sitting on the other far end of the room, sipping a drink.

2. your calendars are all marked; there's a big red circle around today's date. you're so ready for this, you've been preparing a week ahead - even went to their favourite book store to buy a book you know they've been eyeing for a while. the gift wrapped book sits neatly inside your bag, and you're skipping steps to see them as soon as you can—

you finally see them but they're not alone. oh. you've never seen them smile like that before. oh wow. you can't believe how gentle that smile looks framed by the sunset, but it's not for you. you turn around, and the gift bag digs into your skin from how tightly you're holding it.

3. you can do this. you can do this. you can do —

"hey," you finally begin before your mind shuts you up again. "I need to tell you something."

you know you have their attention, judging by their pursed lips and raised eyebrows. you feel like they're screaming the word "what?"

"um , it's— I like you."

you wish for a smile to grace their features but unfortunately for you, your wishes don't come true.

"I already knew," they say and it feels like someone stabbed you in the back.

"h-how long?" why didn't you say anything? why were you silent all this time? oh. ohh.

suddenly, everything makes sense. you don't need an answer to know that your feelings are not returned. you try a weak attempt at a smile, just so that you don't start crying on the spot.

4. "hey, I understand you love me, but you know that we need to settle on a place to live together, if we want to be together... right?"

"I know, I know, but I don't know what I'm going to do with my life yet! you have everything figured out, and I... I don't even know what I'm going to do tomorrow!!"

you feel the familiar feeling of your throat closing up again - you've had this conversation way too many times to know how it ends.

"I understand love, but we gotta at least make a plan right? at least try to?" you feel like you're pleading but you try and ignore it.

"is it so bad to just live in the present?" they ask and something in you snaps.

"so what? just so we can break up when I have to move back home? I can't stay here, my course gets over in a few months!!"

you hear just their breathing for a moment from the other end of the line. you wish things could be that peaceful.

"I don't plan my life like yours... I can't — it just makes me feel stuck."

you let silence fill the words you don't want to say, or the words you don't want to hear. you just don't know anymore.

5. "you know I still love you the same way I did before right?"

you sigh. this was hard for you too but they don't seem to get it.

"I know and I loved you too."

a pause. "I loved you. that's all you seem to say to me nowadays. that you don't love me anymore."

they don't need to know that you had to say it enough times to yourself to believe it.

"how can I trust you the same way again? after you broke my heart and gave me a year of radio silence, just to come back and claim that you love me again? please don't test me!"

only I know how those 365 days felt like an entire lifetime of endless pain.

thank you for being my first ask anon! i hope you like this :)

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celestialwrites · 3 months

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family/found family dialogue prompts ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

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♡ “why’d you do it?” “because you’re my sister and i love you.”

♡ “betray me again and my dagger will find your throat faster than you can spew a sorry apology.” “it’s good to be home.”

♡ “blood will never shake our bond, believe that.”

♡ “family first?” Character nods in agreement, “family first.”

♡ “those people will never know you as i do, blood doesn’t define family.”

♡ “you may have been born my brother, but i chose you as an ally.”

♡ “what happened to starting a war?” “can’t do it without my baby (brother/sister/sibling)”

♡ “i changed your diapers!” “now that was just a bad decision on your part.”

♡ “you were more of a father to me than he ever was, just so you know.”

♡ “he chose me to be his family. me. i can’t let him down now.”

♡ “you were born for greatest, as your sorry excuse of a father figure, i attend to help you reach that greatest.”

♡ “looks like you’re stuck with me now.” “i’m cool with that.”

♡ “thank you for teaching me what a family looks like.”

♡ “i was just looking for my family!” character A sobs, “i thought we were your family?” character B whispers.

♡ “how do you know if you like someone?” “uh, why’d you ask me?” “cause you’re like my brother and you’re old so i’d thought you would know.”

♡ “you’re not just my best friend, you’re my family, don’t you know that?!”

♡ “family by blood is one thing, but a chosen family? that is something quite special that most won’t experience, a group of unique individuals all choosing each other. something truly special indeed.”

♡ “can i stay with you?” “yeah, kid. you can stay with me.”

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