#open angst starter

[exquisitexagony]

open to all relationship: friend/close friend plot: Sami's been acting quiet and irritable all day, pretty touchy about anything your muse has said to him, he keeps saying nothing is wrong but it's obvious that he's not OK...your muse is finally fed up and demanding answers

"I told you I'm fine, stop asking." The words tumbled out of Sami's mouth with a bite, tired of the other asking them what was wrong. They just wanted to spend time with them in silence at this point. The constant badgering was just too much.

"Don't you think I'd tell you if something was wrong?"

[cursedvessels]

Open Starter Context: Your muse is torturing mine for information of some sort. Your decision what that might be. Some examples might be a missing person/persons, something they saw at the circus, Shimi's powers, other entities controlled by the Ringmaster, etc....Anything goes really.

"I don't know what you want me to say!" A shaky breath as Sam's voice scraped against xyr throat. Xe spit more blood onto the ground, messy curls hanging in front of his black and blue face.

"I told you what I know...If that isn't enough, you're going to have to find somebody else to torture, because I don't. Know anything." His eyes lifted to meet the others' like daggers, his blood-stained lips pressed together tightly. This wasn't Shimi's first time being tortured. There were plenty of people wanting to know eir master's secrets. Plenty of people who felt threatened by eir power. Like anyone else, though, this person did not know eir weaknesses. They could not possibly get under his skin. No one ever had. Still, even if they could get him to talk, he truly had little to say. There was only so much the Ringmaster would tell him, after all.

Swallowing back more blood, Shimi lifted their chin, tilting their head to the side as if to allow the other to strike yet again.

"Go on, then...Hit me again." Their eyes flashed bold green, darkness welling behind their features. there was something almost masochistic in the way they looked at the other. "And again. And again. And again," he hissed through clenched teeth, anger swelling to the surface as he leaned forward. "But it won't change anything!" A pause, slowly shaking his head. "I told you all I know."

[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! ;)

[bookished]

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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?

(ANYONE MAY INTERACT (SORRY IF I DONT RESPOND MY NOTIFICATIONS ARE WEIRD))

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[frieda-dear-of-aphrodite]

Open Starter: Does Anyone Just LISTEN?!

<WARNING: Mentions of destruction, su!c!de, self-hate, angst, and possible blood>

*Frieda was sick of the memories... The pain she carried within her chest everyday she was here. She didn't deserve all of these friends. These people that were like her. She failed her brother... She could fail them just as easily.*

*She had taken anything breakable that could be spared from the Aphrodite Cabin, and went out to the woods... Letting out her anger by shatter cups and plates... By punching trees and mirrors...*

*She picked up one of shards of glass, slowly raising it to her neck... She paused, as if thinking... "Is this really worth it?..." That's, when you darted towards her...*

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[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.

[arrowsnsarcasm]

I want a drink so badly.

[who-tf-eats-their-children]

Open Starter - Sins Of Thy Father

Some days, Kronos wondered if it would have just been easier to consume his children. It would have certainly meant less crying, less bumps and bruises, less lectures, less frustration, less parenting. It's not like it would be a surprise, given the fact that he had been 'oh so willing' to cut their father into a thousand pieces and cast them deep into Khaos, and how 'natural' he seemed to look covered in ichor (Primordial Hemera's words, not his), but in those thoughts, he also wonders how he'll be able to look his beloved wife in the eye. If he'd be able to keep up that act, playing the innocent or leaning so far into it he'd lose everything just to give into that darkness his father carved deep into him. "You are a lot like me," he'd say those very few times he'd allow them Above and one of those fewer times he'd let his children into his presence, and even now Kronos can't push down the utter disgust that came from that thought. But... he also can't seem to stand the waiting. The paranoia, jumping at every shadow and twisting and turning each night waiting for his father to get one over on him again. He's the King of the Cosmos now, but it seems like even a King has their own King puppeteering them. What a joke (and oh how easy it would be).

You are roaming--or possibly seeking--when you spot him sitting on a supposedly random mountain in the middle of nowhere (the first and last place Kronos dared speak against his father). There is nothing to his expression or aura, but you feel yourself being tugged his direction anyway. He's sitting on the grass, facing the sunset, looking perhaps... mortal. Manly. Human.

What do you do?

@daonedaonlysk @aura-of-the-winds @least-favorite-hades-kid @littlest-sunbeam-of-hermes @sophia-hunter-of-artemis @xolues-child-of-aelous @unhinged-waterlilly @overlyprotectiveheadcounselor @another-argo @ravensonofdionysus. Once again, the taglist is simply made up of people that seem interested/I've interacted with before, so please feel free to tell me if you want to be added or removed from the taglist :))

[oliver-the-farmer]

Well hey there y’all…

I’m Oliver, uh.. a resident of threadville. I’m not all that good with the technology but miss Charlotte said Í should make myself one o’ these tumblr accounts, so I did. I figure it can’t harm anyone, can it?

I run on threadville time! But, uh, professionally… I think it’s called… Central Standard time? Unsure ‘bout it, I’ll have to double check!

Little information about me, uh… I’m obviously a puppet, I’m very friendly, I live on a farm.. And gosh, it has been a while since I met anyone new so I’m hopin’ to make myself many more friends in here! On here? I dunno the exact terminology when I’m usin’ one of these devices.

Uh… lessee… Miss Charlotte advised me to add some rules. Now I don’t want any o’ that naughty kinda, uh… sexual content comin’ here to me. Not that I think any of you would, (I ain’t much to look at,) it’s just a little precaution. Don’ take it to heart. The use o’ bad language is fine but don’t be cursin’ all over the place, hear me? It just ain’t right.

I interact with anyone from any walk of life! I don’t discriminate. I accept everyone.

((Mun notes beneath cut))

The voices got to me. Here’s Oliver! And here’s a broadening of his rules because he doesn’t know much about tumblr culture yet.

Ok so this man is stuffed FULL of headcanons based on the limited information we have on him</3 but it's FINE I love him anyways and I hope my portrayal is good! By the way. It's meee~ @imconfusedbutok again, lol. I couldn't help but make a blog for our favorite boy.

This time period is set before the events of the game! And some of the residents of threadville have mysteriously began to disappear..

This blog is open to pretty much anyone and everyone! Ocs, people from other fandoms, normies, it's all welcome! Shipping is ALSO accepted and this will be a multiship blog if any, though I am highly selective and it will have to be discussed in dms. I am going to make a blog for my oc that is his wife and will make other threadville oc blogs so be on the lookout for those too! :3

Ships:

His wife- @threadvillefashiondesigner

His boyfriend- @threadvillesgardener

His partner: @thethreadvillebaker

His partner: @thethreadvillelibrarian

More to come (maybe??)

DNI- Proshippers, pedos, terfs, trumpies (Oliver is southern and old fashioned but NOT that way), racists, homophobes, etc.

Playlist — Headcanon masterlist — fic masterlist

My dms are open if you have questions or just wanna talk!

Tag list--

The gate is open and the flowers are bloomin' - General chat posts

Somethin' wicked this way comes.. - Angst/dark rp

Care for a stroll in the garden? - Open rp starter

I’m always happy to help a friend! — Ask answers!

This music feels like it’s all the way in my bones — Oliver’s daily music post!

Icons coming soon!!

[perfectlywingeddragon]

Lonely Little Witch (Open Starter)

Zoran stood at the edge of the bustling farmer's market, her dark hood pulled low over her face to shield her from the prying eyes of the crowd. The scent of fresh herbs, ripe fruits, and baked bread mixed in the air, but it was the vibrant chaos of it all that made her heart ache. She had long since stopped hoping for connection. After all, witches like her were meant to remain hidden in the shadows, their lives solitary and distant from the warmth of normal folk.

Her basket, a simple woven thing, rested against her side, holding only a few bundles of dried lavender and a jar of honey she had crafted herself. It was enough to trade, though the thought of speaking to anyone made her skin prickle with discomfort.

Zoran sighed, her fingers tracing the runes etched into the handle of her basket, her mind drifting to the life she’d left behind, far from the noisy market. She never imagined she'd return to such a place, too many eyes, too many smiles, and too many chances for someone to notice her too closely. Yet... her footsteps had led her here today, as if something or someone was calling her.

She adjusted her hood and stepped forward, her eyes scanning the crowd for someone, anything, that could offer a moment of respite from the loneliness she'd grown accustomed to.

[giggly-squiggily]

things are kinda very hard rn and the dabble made my day infinitely better so if you don't mind i'll send in another one - "Aren't you tired of fighting?" with uzusane pretty please, but only if you wanna ofc ♡♡

{Puffs are now CLOSED!}

*sends all the hugs* Oh Rey- I'm sorry things are hard right now. I hope they get better soon! This one got a weeeee bit angsty (I can't resist with a beautiful prompt like that) but I hope you like it all the same! (If you want something fluffy please feel free to send another prompt-what who said that?)

CW: Angst, Demon Slayer post-ending spoilers

“Aren’t you tired of fighting?” The comment came out of nowhere- rattling Sanemi down to his core. “Seriously- don’t you ever want to just sit down and breathe?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” His shock shaped into anger, hands trembling into knuckle-white fists as he turned to glare. “You have no idea-”

“You’re blaming yourself.” Tengen’s words cut deep, the tone casual as if he were ordering tea at the shop. “You’re thinking “If I were just stronger. If I got there a second sooner. If I just did things differently, none of this would happen.” You’re wearing yourself down to the bone cause you don’t think you deserve anything less than punishment.” Tengen’s hard glare softened some, a weak smile pulling on his lips. “Am I wrong?”

Sanemi’s anger scattered to the wind, the words like a mirror reflection shoved in his face. He had no defense. Muzan was dead. The demons were gone. And yet..

“I don’t know how.” His strength left with his words, his knees hitting the dirt path beneath him. Was he crying or sweating? His voice sounded thick. “How do you know when it’s finally over?”

A beat of silence. Then a warm hand was on his back, the smell of tea and flash bombs touching his nose and making his eyes water. “You live on. You live and you keep living until the day comes where you find yourself at peace. You live on so those who couldn’t will have something to hear about when you come home to them.” Tengen reached up, wiping at his tears gently. “You live for them. And you live for yourself too.”

Sanemi let out a shaky breath, nodding. He closed his eyes, feeling himself be pulled into Tengen’s chest as let all the things he said sink in. This wasn’t going to be an easy journey- this whole living thing.

“Of course- if you need help from me, you’re always welcome at the Uzui estate! I could use a fourth wife.” Tengen grinned, brightening when he heard Sanemi snort. “What? I think you’d fit right in! I’ll get you a matching outfit- wait, no. The girls might be jealous of your tits.”

“Oh fuhuhck off!” Sanemi laughed, shoving at him as the older man cackled. His chest felt lighter at least.

He was glad to have Tengen in his life.

[luca-street-chris-deacon-rp]

OPEN ROLEPLAY

Open to -Mutuals/Non Mutuals

Muse - David "Deacon" Kay

Open to Female/Male/ Everyone

Sexuality - Straight/Gay/Bisexual

Relationship- Friend, girlfriend, boyfriend, friend with benefits, stranger becomes friend

Plot- Deacon is at the gym, and he's pent up and full of adrenaline and needs to blow off some steam before going to work. (We can discuss interactions and plot out a long term ship)

It had been a very stressful week with various call outs and being shot at, smacked around, and chasing criminals all over the city had left Deacon feeling a little stressed and with what he had going on in his personal life wasn't helping. So boxing was his option for dealing with the pent-up energy, then he saw a familiar face.

"Hey, how are you doing?" Deacon asked the other as he removed the boxing gloves from his hands. "How's things going?"

[bookished]

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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."

[frieda-dear-of-aphrodite]

Open Starter #3:

<*/CATCH ME WALKIN' WITH THE GHOSTS AGAIN\*>

*Frieda had reached out for help to contact someone that had died... So, she had went out to find a Hades child. They would probably have some way of doing so, right?...*

*She had gotten a note from someone that claimed they were a Hades child, and went to meet with them...*

*Now sat, not far from camp, actually. Just in the woods nearby... Her mouth bleeding, nose bleeding, her right arm hanging motionless to her right side. Her sword in her left...*

*Bruises covered her body, and she was barely clothed... It was horrid...*

*Yet, what was more horrid... Was the sight Frieda was staring at... A body. Unmoving, barely breathing, stab through the torso and leg.*

*Blood on her blade made it obvious that this was her doing... If only everyone knew the good reason why...*

*Something odd was to note... A pink mist in the air, which was emitting from the barely breathing camper's head... Dispersing in the air...*

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[angelsdvsts]

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . open starter: to all ˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

♡ muse: ivorie kuang. early-twenties. ♡ plot: childhood best friends turned into lovers except they've broke up, but ivorie promised to be at their graduation.

it was silly of her to show up, it was a promise she made years ago.. sure that they've possibly forgotten about it, but she didn't. despite how they ended, she would always root for them. plan was to watch them walk the stage and leave before being noticed, except it didn't go as planned and ivorie found herself bumping into them on the way out. "well, this is awkward," light chuckle falls from lips, "you weren't meant to see me, but congrats."