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[urfriendlywriter]

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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“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.”

[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.

[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.

[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!”

[angelsdvsts]

new muses alert ! give this a if u want a ♡ starter from any of them !

sylvie davino - olivia rodrigo ; early-twenties; nepo baby yazmin nidez - leah kateb ; mid-twenties; fashion influencer lilac acosta - isabelle mathers ; mid-twenties; model/youtuber leah wang - amberly yang ; mid-twenties; pr manager stephanie ortiz - nikki rodriguez ; early-twenties; veterinary assistant (test) ivy prescott - gracie abrams ; mid-twenties; artist (test) neveah williamson - ryan destiny ; late-twenties; hip-hop dancer/instructor (test) rosetta perez - priscilla quintana ; early-thirties; high school counselor (test) marco rossi - antonio cipriano ; early/mid-twenties; filmmaker ashton maddox - robert rausch ; mid-twenties; wildlife biologist jax smith - brayden bradshaw ; mid/late-twenties; twitch streamer diego fernandez - aron piper ; late-twenties; son of the mafia jevoni harris - keith powers ; mid/late-twenties; journalist (test) ezra whitlock - paul mescal ; late-twenties; con-artist/hacker (test) oliver bennani - emilio sakraya ; late-twenties; street fighter/boxer (test) gabriel gariner - lucas bravo ; mid-thirties; sous chef (test)

[just-writing-ideas]

specific story starters

because sometimes all you need to get the creative juices flowing is a first line

-“nobody had stepped inside for many, many years. how many years, exactly, will always be unknown, because the house had no living witnesses to say. not just those who’d entered, but everyone who’d ever gazed upon it.”

-“it was there and then, at five years old, scooping up fistfuls of sand and letting them fall between her fingers like an hourglass, that her fate would be decided.”

-“he ran for what felt like hours. he ran until he thought the sweat rolling down his neck could’ve very well been his liquidized brain dripping out of his ears.”

-“she licked her lips, and off came the strawberry pound cake flavor of her lipgloss. flavored because she came here to kiss, not get mixed up in… whatever this was.”

-“‘you heard it here first, folks!’ the television announced, static-y and broken up, and sounding more jovial than it should’ve, given the topic. ‘a serial killer running free in staten island, 13 lives claimed, carving strange symbols into the foreheads of his victims! the mystery’s unravelling live! more at six!’”

[heythereneighbor]

There was a buzz of activity in the Neighborhood. Neighbors went to and fro as they completed their tasks for the day. If two happened to cross paths, they only stopped to chat for a moment before hurrying on their separate ways.

Wally, the resident known for being very easy-going, was the exception to this. He had taken a basket of items outside to enjoy the nice weather, claiming a large patch of grass away from the hubbub. A large, checkered picnic blanket was spread out underneath him, and one might be forgiven for thinking that he was having lunch. However, instead of a selection of food, there were art supplies inside the basket. Most notable was a large box of crayons, but there were also other items, like pencils, coloured strips of paper, stickers, and a notebook.

He knelt in front of a large art pad that took centre stage on the blanket. Black eyes were focused on the large, empty sheet. A bright red crayon was in his hand as he mulled over what to do. Then, inspiration. The hand went this way and that way, allowing the crayon to glide across the surface. With every movement, the lines began to join together, creating form and shape that went beyond disjointed red markings. An oval for the head, a long neck, an egg shape for the body, four sturdy legs, and... Wings?

Oh! He was drawing a dragon!

[peachyxdreamyx]

Merry had been walking near the beach of Canterlot Island, while staring at the shooting stars. She had heard someone nearby her, and she smiled at them. “Beautiful night, isn’t it? You can join me if you want to. My name is Merry, by the way.” Merry said to the person. She smiled at the person.

@forgottenfriendshipstarters​

[hellizens]

Something bright is falling from the skies above Pride tonight. From how far away it is, one could easily mistake it for some kind of shooting star, if not for its downward trajectory.

In truth, what hellizens are seeing is another angel's fall from Heaven.

The 'star' lands hard somewhere just outside of Pentagram City, forming a crater in the mixture of dirt and brimstone making up the topmost ring. In its center lies what appears to be a young woman with gray skin, long periwinkle hair with white tips, a mostly white dress with short, puffy blue sleeves with darker cuffs, a blue sash around her waist, a blue star pattern on her chest, and a blue triangular pattern on the hem with smaller diamond shapes between the mounds. She also wears blue ballerina shoes on her feet. On her back are six white feathered wings, partially singed from her fall. Her halo is nowhere to be found.

For the time being, she's motionless — not dead, but unconscious.

Who might find her first...?

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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."

[the-haunted-office]

Being the most popular room in the entire Office, the fourth floor employee lounge triples as a lounge, a kitchen, and a guest entertainment area. It boasts not only a fully-stocked kitchen with a plethora of up-to-date appliances, but also a large flat screen television and cabinets packed with DVDs and various gaming systems and their accompanying games. The Office residents love hanging out in there and bringing their guests into there to entertain as well.

Currently the floor is littered with what appear to be pancakes. Pancakes of all shapes and sizes, none of them particularly round, but all of them exactly not on a plate, ready to be eaten.

A few, one can't help but notice, have somehow managed to even find their way onto the ceiling, where they are impressively stuck there and don't appear to be ready to come down in a hurry.

Doomsday is at the stove, a pancake in a pan, the pan in her hands, her eyebrows drawn together in an unusually concentrated look on her face, one that would put a can of frozen grapefruit juice to shame.

"Come on, you piece of shit, come onnnnnnnn," she mutters pointedly at the pancake sitting in the pan...

...before tossing it up into the air with a quick shift of the pan, in what is supposed to be a motion meant to flip it over so as to catch it back into the pan to cook the other side.

The pancake instead ends up on the floor with a healthy little splat! among its other failed siblings.

"Fuck!"

"Oh, bravo, Doomsday, bra-vo," comes a taunting drawl over the Office speakers.

"Hey, fuck you, old man! At least I'm down here doing something with my time instead of sitting around up there on my ass all day, watching the monitors and finding shit the complain about!" Doom fires back, brandishing the still-hot pan at the ceiling.

"Yes, well, do enjoy yourself down there, you and your... 'doing something with your time'..."

Doom hauls off and throws the pan at the camera sitting in the corner up on the ceiling, shattering it. She's surprised when Cyrus doesn't come back on to immediately complain about that too. She goes over to retrieve the pan, shaking all the glass off it, flipping off the remains of the camera for good measure.

Whatever. She's not going to eat a single pancake until she gets one flipped into the pan like she's seen them do on TV, god damn it. She doesn't care how long it takes.

[dreamgrlevl]

open starter: f/nb muse: nikora (alt muses finley & diana) connections: any (older women and taboo welcome)  this blog uses beta editor / do not like my starters

“stop that. hold your f*cking legs back.” nikora snaps, using one of her hands to lay a slap against the other’s sopping c*nt. “i wanna take a picture for later, but if you keep trying to close your legs i’m gonna send it to them.” she warns, snapping a couple pictures before finally setting her phone aside. “now where were we?” she teases, fingers dragging through the females slick folds before sliding two fingers in and curling them just right to hit their g-sp*t before she starts to pump her digits in and out of the other. 

[normaltothemax]

“M’fine. Why do you ask?” He’s facedown on the floor; sort of the definition of not fine.

[therelentless]

{ OPEN.

"I have decided... I'll become a published author."