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[urfriendlywriter]

How to write angst ?

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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! ;)

[forged-in-fire-and-brimstone]

°•* Open Starter *•°

Goldman hasn't really.. adjusted yet. It's his second day- and so far; he has woken up at 4AM, thrown up blood 3 times- thought that was fine and normal, refused all food, hasn't left their cabin- or moved at all- unless told to, completely cleaned their cabin to literally sparkling clean, and went to sleep at 1AM. Today, they were convinced to leave their cabin- and that they wouldn't be punished. But obviously, the Aphrodite kids won't miss an opportunity to make fun of somebody with a bad outfit.

You find Goldman crying, hiding behind the mess hall, covered in what looks like a blue slushie.

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“Every time I see you, it feels like the first time all over again.” “We shouldn’t be here together, you know that.” “I can’t live without you, no matter how hard I try.”

“Why do you keep doing this to me? To us?” “Because I can’t pretend anymore. I can’t act like I don’t care.” “I can’t stop loving you. It’s tearing me apart.”

“This is goodbye, isn’t it?” “It has to be. We’re only hurting each other.” “Even now, I can’t stop loving you.”

“I thought I’d never see you again.” “You should have stayed away.” “I tried. God knows I tried.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong.” “Then why does it feel so right?” “Because I can’t stop loving you, no matter the consequences.”

“I found this letter in your drawer. Why didn’t you send it?” “I couldn’t bear the thought of you knowing.” “Knowing what? That you can’t stop loving me?”

“There’s something I need to tell you.” “Please, don’t. It’ll only make things harder.” “I have to. I can’t stop loving you, and you deserve to know.”

“I hate you for what you’ve done.” “I know, and I’m so sorry.” “Why did you have to make me fall for you?”

“You’re crying. Why?” “Because I know this has to end.” “Even if it does, I won’t stop loving you.”

[another-argo]

**OPEN STARTER**

TW: uhh.. listen. this is the worst the villain arc is gonna get. so I have no idea how this post is gonna go. I will try to tag/ask if people are comfortable as I go? but. yeah. it's gonna probably be gory.

so probably TW for murder, torture, descriptions of gore and blood and general insanity from Argo/Atticus. maybe mentions of SH? Who knows we shall see

still here? okay!

They had been gone from camp. Everyone thought it was safe. That they were going to leave everyone alone.

No.

Standing in the middle of camp, a couple of campers already surrounding them. You can't tell if your fellow campers are dead or not. But you can tell this person is... humming.

You see other campers, sitting in a goldem bubble- slowly suffocating- too slow to even breathe.

You see others screaming- crying, an aura of panic and discord overcoming them.

Amongst all of this is Argo. He's laughing, looking at this with a sick joy.

What do you do?

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[maledictussanctus]

"Come on! Join me! Time out. Remember?" A short laugh danced across my lips as I stumbled to the side, grabbing up my drink before falling back into the rhythm.

[monsieur-lemort]

OPEN STARTER| Lestat &

Lestat watched until the other was over the surprise of the blonde seated, nonchalant and unperturbed on their couch in the dark room, the one lamp turned on reflecting against his preternatural blue eyes, “Are you done?” His tone bored, as if he had waited on a child to finish a tantrum, “I didn’t break in, I am no thief in the night,” he pushed himself off the couch, “a balcony with an open window is not secure, really mon chere be more vigilant,” he sighed, he had heard them in the sea of voices, his head had tilted and paused his train of thought and venture to where he had been headed, a small cafe to sit and hunt, then followed them here, beating them enough to slip in through the open balcony and wait for them to unlock the door and come in. “It is nice, this place, not my taste, but we both know I am…what are these mortals calling it? Boo-gee?” slang entertained him, he liked peppering his speech with it, laughing at the origins of some until he couldn’t stand it, then throwing the ones out he didn’t like.

[despairs-memorial]

"Shit, shit... where could it be?! I know I didn't leave it there... it's not in the workshop, not in my hand.. I-It couldn't have just run off! Did someone take it or something?!"

He's running around looking frantically for... something. The nervous energy that he always has up seems even worse than it normally is, too. Whatever he lost, it seems to have really messed him up, enough to go and ask the first person he sees for information.

"H-hey, you wouldn't have happen to have seen a tool box anywhere, would you? Kind of this big? Decorated with some cool spray paint, and has all my fucking tools in it?!"

[songbirdreaped]

open starter for anybody ; set after lucy gray left the cabin <3 run. run. RUN. was all that could go through lucy gray's head as she sprinted away from the cabin through the trees. she was running as fast as her legs would carry her, everything in her telling her that she needed to get away from him if she wanted to survive. the words kept ringing in her head three's enough for me, he'd told her when she said they wouldn't have to kill anymore. three. she knew of two. bobbin and mayfair. all she'd asked for was the truth, yet she was met with a lie. my old self, coriolanus had told her as she demanded to know who the third was. lucy gray wasn't born yesterday, she could spot a lie from a mile away.

trust was the most important thing to her. trust outweighed love and yes, she had loved him. loved. now, all she could picture was those icy blue eyes gazing into her soul. would he kill her ? she didn't know, but she wasn't taking that chance. she couldn't take that chance. that was why she'd said she was going to pick katniss, her chance to escape and survive. lucy gray wished that she'd heeded dean highbottom's warning, wished that she hadn't let herself fall for the blond. any and all love she felt was gone, now all that was left was the need to flee.

as she kept running, the brunette felt her chest tightening, the crisp air filling her lungs, stinging as her heart raced in her chest. she needed to stop and catch her breath. ducking behind a tree, lucy gray took a moment, the breaths coming out more like gasps as she stayed there. the sound of coriolanus yelling for her caused her to panic more. she wasn't a fighter, he outpowered her anyway, but she could run. she could hide.

when she spotted the snake, lucy gray decided that she'd try to buy herself some time, dropping the scarf he'd given her to cover it up. she knew by looking at it that the snake wasn't venomous, it wouldn't hurt him too badly if he got bitten. it would just slow him down enough for her to get away. after the distraction was set, the brunette began to run again, hoping that the wind in the trees would cover up any noise that came from her feet on the ground.

it wasn't until she was hidden by a tree on the outer part of the woods that she'd realized her earring had fallen out in all of the chaos. she couldn't find it in herself to care anymore. the games weren't over when she'd returned home, these were still the games. her own survival was what mattered. lucy gray almost didn't notice the sound of footsteps coming toward her, but when she did it was too late to run. whoever it was had only been two paces from her now, and with how tired she was, they'd most likely be able to catch her if she ran. her eyes shut tightly as she braced herself for the figure to come closer, assuming it was coriolanus coming to kill her, to finish tying up the loose ends.

❝ just get it over with, ❞ the words came out more shaky than she'd intended. she wasn't usually one for giving up, but she knew that she had no more energy to keep running. if coriolanus had found her, then he won.

[prophvtics]

"do you have any idea how worked up those polaroids got me?" it was one thing to be receiving fan mail for a band that was trying to refuse gaining a traditional fanbase, it was another to have that fan mail consist of dirty photos and letters, smutty stories that even he found himself scandalised with during reading. no one knew he was the band's lead singer, the balaclava he wore was supposed to be a statement on how they were refusing to mass market themselves to appease the big record companies desires for maximum profit, yet it hadn't been enough to ward off hoards of fangirls. "you sent photos of you getting yourself off to a total fuckin' stranger. why'd you do that?"

[seam-queen]

Open RP

On the second floor of a dingy apartment building just behind a fire escape, a window's widely propped open with the broken end of a broom. The apartment was a studio, all one room with not a single extra wall in sight save for the small bathroom tucked into a corner.

Inside, there was what might be considered a desk. It looked more like part of a broken tabletop held up with old, rusted filing cabinets. There was a rolling chair too, one that made too much noise and was covered in rips and tears patched by pink duct tape. The desk had an ancient-looking laptop on it that sounded more akin to a jet engine than the buzzing device it should be, held up from the desk with a box or two for some little bit of airflow.

Beyond the desk there was not much; a frameless mattress with too many pillows and blankets, a poster or two hung up on the wall with tape, and a basic kitchenette. In the kitchen a short figure stood propped up by crutches, meandering through with the end of a bag of fruit snacks stuck in their mouth. They reach the window, sitting themselves against the ledge and spinning around so they face out into the street with a foot on the metal escape. The thing creaks hazardously as they stand fully, shuffling their foot over to the edge as they lean on the railing.

Beyond the ambiance of sirens and the humming of cars heading home for the night, the loudest thing- of course, is the crinkle of a fruit snack pack being open and Seams cussing awfully loud about the noise. Ironic. She stared down, watching the wanderers of the street, humming to herself as she snacked.

[dead-or-lie]

“Alright..just a clink there..and a clank there..come on..this shits coming together I get know it!”

She appears to be working on a rather large machine with an unusually serious expression for the inventor. Soon she lifts up her goggles with a grin.

“Eureka! This is it! Easily the best fucking invention ever created! Now after this everyone will know my name! Gorgeous girl genius Miu Iruma damnit!”

[forged-in-fire-and-brimstone]

open starter

Goldman had come to you early this morning, asking you to break a rule with him. You agreed because.. holy shit that kid has dangerously cute pleading eyes.

You went to a mortal store, getting outfits for every possible style. Cottagecore, indie, you even got an emo outfit for fun.

Then, Goldman saw a makeup store.

You came back to camp carrying about 5 bags worth of clothes and makeup- Goldman smiling intensely.

Let the fashion show start!

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The old, leather-bound journal was found hidden under the floorboards of the abandoned mansion. Its pages contained cryptic messages and a map that seemed to lead to something of great value—or danger.

In a world where the stars can be plucked from the sky and turned into powerful talismans, a young orphan discovers a constellation that has never been seen before. It points to a destiny that could change the fate of the entire realm.

During the height of the Renaissance, a young artist discovers a hidden chamber in the heart of Florence. Inside, she finds sketches of inventions far beyond her time and a letter addressed to her, written centuries ago.

Two strangers meet on a delayed train during a snowstorm on Christmas Eve. As they share stories to pass the time, they realize they have more in common than they ever imagined—and that fate might have brought them together for a reason.

In a small, isolated village, people start to vanish without a trace. The only clue left behind is a symbol carved into the doors of their homes, a mark that matches ancient legends of a vengeful spirit.

In a future where emotions are controlled by the government, a young woman discovers an underground movement that aims to restore true feelings to humanity. She must decide whether to join them or stay in the safety of her regulated life.

Every night, a small café in the city transforms into a magical place where time stands still and dreams come to life. Only a select few know about its existence, and one day, an ordinary person stumbles upon it by accident.

A high school student finds an old camera at a garage sale. When they develop the photos, they see glimpses of the future. Now, they must navigate high school life while trying to change events they know are coming.

"I don't believe in coincidences, especially not ones involving missing people."

"You mean to tell me you've never seen a dragon before? Where have you been living, under a rock?"

"The prophecy spoke of a hero, but I never imagined it would be someone like you."

"This isn't just a piece of space debris; it's a message."

"Our planet was destroyed. We're the last survivors, and we need your help."

"Do you really believe the king will pardon us if we find the lost treasure?"

"She's a woman in a man's world, but she'll change history, mark my words."

"I didn't come here to fall in love; I came to find myself."

"Every letter I wrote to you, I wrote with my heart in my hand."

"That house has been abandoned for years. Why would anyone go inside willingly?"

"The shadows in this place…they move when you're not looking."

"There's a map, but it's missing the most crucial part—the key to decoding it."

"I've been to the highest mountain and the deepest sea, but I've never seen anything like this."

"Freedom is an illusion they sold us to keep us compliant."

"We've been living in a lie. It's time we uncover the truth."

"Every night at midnight, the old clock shop comes alive. Haven't you ever noticed?"

"They say the forest spirits grant wishes, but only to those who ask with pure intentions."

"I found this old diary in the attic, and it’s like it’s talking directly to me."

[civanguneri]

Who: Open Where: Chapman's Grocer. It was only December fucking tenth. A week into December was all it took, and suddenly, you couldn't go anywhere without being elbow-to-elbow with people. The days leading up to Christmas seemed like its very own kind of virus, with people frazzled and shopping like it was just days before the holiday. Civan was in dismay as he navigated the isles he knew by heart, muttering to himself as he went. If he wasn't so particular about his vegetables he could just order for delivery, but he'd be out of sorts if things weren't just so. Overly ripe tomatoes made a difference. As did the gender of a bell pepper. "Of course—" He cut himself off, "Allah belanı versin." Civan rounded a particular stall in the fresh market section to a cart wall. A traffic jam, except, in the produce section of a grocery store. Two energetic middle-aged women stood there gabbing, carts facing each other as if the world should stop and rotate around them. The Zax. Instead of arguing, they were gossiping. He backtracked, begrudgingly making to go around them but instead, he felt himself bump into the cool metal of someone else's cart behind him. For a moment he froze, rod straight, and had to exhale the tension in a huff. Civan turned. Face a mask, frustration still boiling beneath the surface. "That way is blocked."

[ask-michael-langdon]

*Langdon steps toward you, his fingers drifting against the shelving of old and dusty books littered across the walls as he takes in the sight of where you’re sat in the lobby of the outpost*

Should you be looking through those?

*He chides, eyes drifting to the book in your hand*

[hellokittyfmxo]

“Where am I right now? This is really confusing. Uh, do you know where I am right now? And my name is Tea Blossom. What is your name? I’m pleased to meet you.” Tea Blossom said to the other human person that she just saw nearby herself. @forgottenfriendshipstarters​