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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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creativepromptsforwriting · 3 months

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angsty.

"Don't play with me."

"Please stay."

"I need you."

"I don't need you."

"Don't leave me."

"Forget me."

"I feel nothing."

"No, don't go."

"Don't ignore me."

"I've always been alone."

"Please stop."

"Tell me the truth."

"Don't do this to me."

"I need space."

"Move on."

"Please, listen to me."

"You can't leave me."

"I don't want this."

"It's not your choice."

"We're done."

"I can't lose you."

"Don't say that."

"Why are you doing this?"

"You scare me."

#angsty #writing prompts #prompt list #writeblr #writers on tumblr

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urfriendlywriter · 29 days

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20 "we are each other's safe place" romance prompts:

(feeling emo now that I'm officially back :') feel free to useee and tag me when yall write!!)

holding each other close in silence

yearning for just one hug after being separated for so so long... </3

"i can't seem to take neither my eyes, nor my mind off of you, [name]." :'')

noticing that bright smile of theirs after you compliment them. [my heart. omds]

them rushing into your embrace after a long day

"let me ask my partner." or,

"oh, my partner at home is waiting for me, i better get going :)"

being ur partner's mum's favorite, hehehe

^ "ma... how come they're getting head rubs from you often while i rarely do?"

sulking to get attention from them and they get cuteness aggression over you (> < my cuteness aggress. for mr. japan goes crazy guys!!)

being you comes easy with them ♡

being emotionally available to one another, and having each other and knowing you're not alone <3

when they're affirmative and expect affirmations from you <communication is the best trope>

cuddling and cozying up together, being all physical but not sexual ツ✰

them wrapping their hand around yours whenever walking together

when it's their smile, that's just enough to brighten your day :')

loving and living and actually looking forward to tomorrow with them,

^ "you make me want to be a better person."

"smile for me" or, "twirl for me" :))

searching for each other in a crowded rooms, finding each other everywhere (this is just love guys, top tier.)

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youneedsomeprompts · 2 months

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~ CAN THIS BE FAMILY? ~ ANGSTY FOUND FAMILY PROMPTS

requested by: @20-crows-in-a-trenchcoat

Feel free to use and reblog!

being torn between opening up and shutting everyone out

needing help but being unable to ask for it

keeping things to themselves even though they know they shouldn't

falling back into old patterns

not being ready to trust anyone new

saying the opposite of what they're feeling

not feeling seen as they had hoped

only taking care of everyone else but not themselves

not wanting to be 'fixed'

being extremely grateful for their found family but feeling bad for not being able to show their gratitude

still having to sort their feelings out on their own because they can't stand to be seen in an emotional state

crying when someone shows them love

thinking they're too sensitive/too broken to be a part of the found family

holding back from truly being themselves

not knowing how to handle being accepted by someone for the first time

being stressed out about possibly doing something wrong because they're terrified to lose what they finally have

being unable to believe that the support in the found family is really unconditional

'Will they leave me? Will they leave me? Will they leave?' as the constant background noise in their head

being unable to tell the truth

not getting better despite the perfect circumstances in their new found family

#angsty found family prompts #found family prompts #found family au #writing prompts #prompt list #prompts #angst prompts #writing inspiration #writing ideas #writers on tumblr #writeblr #fanfic prompts #setting prompts #20 prompts

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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

Read on AO3

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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.

**

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.

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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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celestialwrites · 3 months

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family/found family dialogue prompts ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

@celestialwrites for more!!

♡ “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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unboundprompts · 6 months

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Hi! I just wonder whether you can do scenarios about heavy angst? Like the character lost someone dear and is in self guilt or scenarios about fighting action?I am currently trying to improve my writing skills. 🙏 Tysm.

Angsty Prompts about Losing Someone (ft. Self Guilt)

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

He felt like he was going to be sick. God, if only he had done something. If he hadn't frozen the way he did, if he had reacted at all, then maybe everything would be different. Maybe they would still be here. He hated himself for being so scared.

She felt hot tears prick at her eyes, a sob building up in her throat. Her chest was heavy, she couldn't breathe. She opened her mouth, desperate for air, but all that escaped was a choked a sob. Her legs crumpled beneath her, and she collapsed to the floor.

They had killed her. No matter how many times they replayed the scene over and over in their head, they couldn't convince themselves that nothing could have been done. There was always something that they could have done differently, but why hadn't they done it? If only they had done something else, then maybe they wouldn't blame themselves.

He couldn't stop the tears. The overwhelming grief and anger hit him like a truck. He didn't know what to do with these emotions, couldn't handle them all at once. His fist connected with the wall. It hurt, it hurt like hell, but as he examined his bloody knuckles through misty eyes, he didn't think twice about punching the wall again.

She had no one to blame but herself, and that made the sinking feeling in her chest all the more painful.

They had never missed someone more in their life than him. And now there was an empty, [Name]-shaped hole in their heart and they were the reason it was there. Nothing would ever come close to filling it, and they were certain they would never feel whole again.

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paperultra · 5 months

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ache.

Pairing: OPLA!Nami x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,004 words Warnings: None

cingulomania (noun): a strong desire to hold a person in your arms

Wherever she goes, misery follows.

Nature cracks itself open and wails when Nami sets foot in Coco Village, the sun drawing back, the clouds purpling. Raindrops burst open and bleed out on her skin and run in rivulets down the street. Somewhere in the distance, a sharp flash of lightning warns of thunder – and yet, all she can hear is the sharp clink of coins as they fall back into the tribute box.

Gaze unyielding, she sweeps it over the drenched crowd and comes to a stop on Nojiko.

“Not everyone’s here today.”

Her sister does not flinch the way everybody else does. “I brought her amount along with mine,” Nojiko says, and that is all.

“Did you, now.”

Nami knows the weight of what her village owes. She knows how it should fill the box, how it should feel in her arms and on her shoulders. Still, she makes a show of counting the money, slowly, deliberately. The rain continues to beat down on her head, weighing on her hair and turning the dirt into mud beneath her feet.

“You’re short.”

“It’s everything we have, Nami.” Mr. Genzo speaks up this time. “Please.”

“How can I trust that,” Nami replies, her voice colder than the air, “when not everyone is here?”

“She’s sick, Nami,” Nojiko snaps. Her blue hair is dark with rain. “She doesn’t have to be present, does she? All you need and care about is her money, right?”

“I care about her paying the Arlong Pirates what she owes. No more, no less.”

The words taste bitter in her mouth.

(You always get sick before it rains.)

The people, Mr. Genzo, they’re all silent. The tribute box snaps shut as Nami pushes through them and heads down the street.

Nojiko shouts her name. She can hear the slosh of her sister’s footsteps catching up, and when she does, there’s a warning fury on her face as she leans in close.

“Don’t you dare, Nami.”

Nami holds her head high and keeps walking.

“What are you going to do, stop me?”

“I wish I could do more than that.”

“But you can’t.”

Box clutched against her chest, she leaves Nojiko behind and continues on alone.

Your house is near the outskirts of the village – not as far out as her own childhood home, but far enough for privacy and a good bit of land for your animals. They huddle underneath the shelter and watch her with black, beady eyes.

They would fetch a good price.

Nami opens your door and enters without knocking.

She looks around, sees the cold pot of ginger tea on the stove, the unwashed dishes on the table, the heap of blankets on your bed in the corner that shifts. It smells like sickness.

She shouldn’t be here, she tells herself a moment too late.

“Nojiko, is that you?” Your voice slithers out from underneath the pile of blankets, and Nami grimaces at the hoarseness. “I told you I can clean up after myself.”

She thinks to answer. But something keeps her from doing so, and so she sets the box down on the kitchen counter and kneels down to shove some logs into the stove instead.

(She shouldn’t be doing this. She shouldn’t be doing this. She shouldn’t –)

“Nojiko?” The mattress creaks. Nami hears a soft gasp and closes her eyes, gritting her teeth. She hastily stacks branches and then some birch bark on top on the logs. “Nacchan –”

“Don’t call me that.”

“You’re home,” you rasp.

Home. Her heart squeezes so hard she thinks she might just die.

“Don’t sound so happy,” Nami says. Finding a match and striking it, she sets fire to the bark and waits impatiently for the flames to build. “I’m only here to collect the tribute.”

“Oh.” There’s a carefulness in the way that you answer, the kind that she’s come to hate. A loud, horrendous cough bursts from your chest before you continue. “Is it enough?”

“Just barely.”

She’ll make up the difference. Dip into her own savings, make another deal with Arlong. He’s cruel, but not completely unreasonable. She can do it. It’ll be okay.

The heat from the fire dries her skin. She shuts the stove door and stands up.

“Thanks, Nami.”

“I didn’t do it for you.”

Nami makes the mistake of looking over her shoulder at you as she answers. It is a mistake because you grin at her, and suddenly – she’s a child again, at your house for a sleepover –

Your mom is still alive and warming milk on the stove –

You’re giving her a bracelet because that’s what best friends do –

She’s hugging you because you hug the people you love –

And she aches. And she wants. Not just your smile, but everything, the warmth of your back against her palms, your cheek pressed to hers. She wants to clean and put away all your dirty dishes and stay until the fire has warmed each corner of your home and you’re well again.

She wants she wants she wants.

Greed has always been her vice.

“Don’t let all of your tea boil away,” Nami says. She takes your cloak from the hook on the wall and puts it on, then tucks the tribute box underneath her arm. It’s still raining, after all, and she looks after herself above all else.

“I won’t,” you say, and it is quiet before you add, softly, “Stay safe, Nami.”

Nami leaves without another word.

Nojiko is waiting outside, arms crossed, and they meet eyes for only a moment before Nami passes her by.

She retraces her steps away from your house, down the road, into the town square where everyone but Mr. Genzo has already dispersed to escape the foul weather. Coco Village does not bid goodbye when she passes through the gate again, her steps a few million beri heavier.

In the distance, a sharp flash of lightning warns of thunder. Nami wraps her arms around the tribute box, cold, and thinks of you.

#aesthetic words prompt list #opla #one piece #nami x reader #opla nami #nami #one piece live action #opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #fem!reader #mild angst #i did not mean for this to be that angsty but uh. yeah. im sick so #nacchan is such a cute nickname i'm so sad it gets lost in translation so i put it here :)

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bonbonbee · 22 days

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Angsty love/love triangle prompts? Timing always being off etc

angsty off-timing love

dear cupid,

next time hit us both

prompt list by @bonbonbee

"i wish things worked out differently."

"we could've been so good, _____. so good."

looking at pics of them on your phone. should i delete them?

"please.. please don't leave me _____. i still wake up with things to tell you. thoughts to share"

your parents asking where they've been and why they don't come around as much.

^ "no, mom. we-we're over."

"you'll come back, you always do... right?" "not this time, _____. not this time."

"then why!? why was i yours but you weren't mine?"

seeing something that reminds you of them in a store and feeling the urge to buy it.

"just one more try."

"i was a choice. you were.. you were everything."

"i... thought you loved me." "you thought wrong."

a piece of your heart breaking every time you see them acting lovey-dovey with someone else, knowing you've waited for them for the longest time. but they never came around.

"you're still a great friend, _____." "stop. just stop."

being kicked out of their house/apartment for the first time.

^ "you should leave, i don't want you here." "what? how are you mad at me because of my emotions?"

"just drop it. okay? i'm tired of your fake promises. both of you."

#bonbonbee #dialogue prompts #prompt list #prompts #writing prompts #angst prompt #angst prompts #angsty prompts #love prompts #writing

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pockyyasii · 27 days

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➸ ❝ oh no, i think i'm in love ! ❞ - realise the two of you are falling for eachother

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request: hi!! have you done prompts about people who are together but are trying to avoid saying they love each other? situationship or couple taking it slow kinda thing

a/n: hi! i honestly think after you realise you're in love, there's this awkward stage of second guessing or desire for the special someone, and i hope to capture this in the prompts!!

🪐 prompts by @pockyyasii.

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he offers to drive you: the first half of the car ride is just silence, but then one of you turns on the radio, but the other dislikes the station (proceeds to fight over what's playing, then one grabs the other's hand that is changing the station and holds onto it for the rest of the car ride).

^^ bonus points if the { "are you meeting with anyone?" "no, i'm just studying" } conversation happens

^^ once you reach the destination, but of you are reluctant to leave bc you just want to stay with eachother

making eye-contact in a crowded room

^^ one of you tries to mouth a word, but the other doesn't get your complicated sentence

^^ you end up mouthing "i love you" (bc you think they other can't lip-read), and the other acts like he doesn't know what you just said (but inside has a thousand butterflies)

your checking your phone every second to see if they replied to your msg

^^ if they didn't reply in 0.02 seconds you begin worrying that they're mad at you

^^ in instant blue ticks. or the "(x) is in the chat" - it shows that you're their no. 1 texting priority

^^ texting under the bed covers, at like 1:00am, and none of you are willing to go to sleep bc you don't want to stop talking

their bsf always smirks at you then nudges your crush and they're trying their hardest not to be seen

working up the courage to buy them lunch but then backing out

"so..." "so"

has a polaroid of you in his wallet

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notes: pronouns are interchangeable!! change them to your liking ♡

i'd love read your writing so like like send me and ask of your fic and i'll read it!! no credit needed <33

taglist: @yasicookies ( open )

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improbable-outset · 1 year

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★ 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘵. 𝘐𝘐

( Find Part I here )

More collections of my favourite prompts

Again NSFW undercut as usual ‼️

★ 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

Dialogues

˃ “My mom really adores you and wants to invite you to our next family dinner,”

˃ “Dance with me, baby,”

˃ “You look good in anything you wear,”

˃ “This song reminded me of you,”

˃ “We should do this again sometime,”

˃ “I really want you to come, it’ll be fun with you there,”

Scenario

˃ Patching their s/o wound and/or kissing it better

˃ First slow dance

˃ Sharing a plate of food

˃ Wearing their s/o signature perfume/moisture so they could smell them all day

˃ Sharing playlists

˃ A has their hands around B’s waist and peppering their face with kisses with B giggling at the sudden affection

★ 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

Dialogues

˃ “I’m sorry, I just can’t see you in that way,”

˃ “Do what you want. I don’t care anymore,”

˃ “Goodbye [name],”

˃ “I didn’t want to burden you,” / “You are not a burden, don’t ever think that. Understand?”

˃ “It hurts, it hurts so fucking much,”

˃ “We’ll see each other again, right?”

˃ “You did it. You got what you wanted, are you fucking happy now?”

Scenarios

˃ A specific scent bringing back unwanted memories or trauma

˃ Leaving your childhood friend, not knowing that it will be the last time you’ll ever see them

˃ A finally realises after rejecting B’s feelings that they are in love with them. They finally build the courage to confess only to find out that B has already moved on and found someone new

˃ A being hugged by B after not receiving any physical affection and soon, they end up crying

˃ A wiping away B’s tears with their thumb and comforts them

★ 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

Dialogues

˃ “I should’ve fucked you after exchanging our vows while I had the chance to show everyone you’re mine,” / “I think the wedding bands kind of give that away, baby,”

˃ “That’s it, let it all out. Let me hear you,”

˃ “Didn’t think you’d miss me that much,”

˃ “Oh God!” / “No divinity here, love. Just your husband’s dick inside of you,”

˃ “Where did you learn to do that?!”

˃ “Come on, let me show you a good time,”

˃ “This was only supposed to be a fling but I don’t think I can live a day without you being mine,”

˃ “Keep them legs spread, baby.”

Scenarios

˃ Both parties discover a new kink they’re into

˃ Casual fling turns into something deeper

˃ PHONE SEX PHONE SEX PHONE SEX

˃ A tormenting B, edging them until they beg and plead them to fuck them

˃ Possessive sex with markings and bite marks

˃ Slow dancing followed by passionate sex

Sorry if this was short, might make a part 3 soon. Also, any new followers pls have an age in your bio before following. This is an 18+ blog :)

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roseyprompts · 2 months

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at the masquerade

a mix of romance and angst

1. “Behind every mask, there’s a story waiting to be told. What's yours?”

2. “The mask isn’t to hide from you, but to protect you from the truth.”

3. “Your laugh is unmistakable, even beneath that disguise.”

4. “I’m just another soul seeking the thrill of anonymity.”

5. “Masks hide our faces but not our souls. Maybe that’s all we need to see.”

6. “That mask... it’s more than just a disguise, isn’t it?”

7. “Are you prepared for what you might discover?”

8. “My heart recognizes yours.”

9. “If I take my mask off, will you still love me?”

10. “This mask was with me when I awoke this morning, along with an address.”

11. “Every game has its risks, especially in a masquerade.”

two characters

A: Before the night ends and our faces are revealed, promise me this moment won’t be forgotten.

B: I promise.

A: Have we met, or is it the magic of the masquerade?

B: Perhaps both.

A: Walking into this ball, I felt your presence like a ghost from my past. Why do you haunt me?

B: We have unfinished business.

A: Even behind this mask, I feel as if you can see right through me.

B: It’s not about seeing with the eyes but feeling with the soul. And yours speaks volumes.

A: Your eyes...I’d know them anywhere.

B: Because tonight, I wanted to be found by you and you alone.

A: Why won’t you let me in?

B: Because letting you in means letting the pain out.

A: They say the most honest conversations happen when faces are hidden. Care to test the theory?

B: A challenge? I accept. Let’s see if masks gives us the courage to speak our secrets.

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creativepromptsforwriting · 1 year

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Angsty Dialogue Masterpost

Angsty family/platonic dialogue

Angsty Questions Prompts #1

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Hiding from horror dialogue

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Apologizing for emotional neglect

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urfriendlywriter · 11 months

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"i want to save this relationship, please." prompts :

(feel free to use <3 req by @thyme-in-a-bubble. god the 15th, 17th, 20th, 22nd, 24th???? has me crying. @urfriendlywriter )

ignoring one another

"i think we need some time apart.."

"this won't work, [name]."

"i can't go a minute without you, babe, please don't do this to me.."

trying to talk it out but it always ending up in an argument

"you are going to let a misunderstanding destroy us?"

"is it so easy for you to assume than to listen to me for goddamn once??"

"please, talk with me. how else are we going to solve this..."

getting into fights but becoming physically much clingier

"how could you point your finger at me so easily ??"

not being able to talk it out, but still showing physical affection - taking your hand in theirs, massaging you in silence, hugging, cuddling.

or - watching them walk out the room to sleep alone

^ "it has now come to this huh?" and them turning back, regret and sadness in their eyes, "what do you want me to do then?"

trying to be a better person always

"bury my heart deeper, love. If that's what you're trying--it's working." with a painful smile. or tears in their eyes.

telling each other how much you cherish one another

2 am and they're at your doorstep, crying, as they say, "i don't want to go to sleep-with this hanging between us, im so so sorry."

"lets take turns ranting, shall we? we don't want this to burden us."

"you didn't hear one word i said, did you?"

"trust me." "oh, im trying to, so hard rn."

"you think i came all the way here to fight with you? No, [name], i wanna talk this out, over a cup of tea, too. relax. breathe and talk. aint no way we're stressing ourselves out." with a few clicks of the tongue. CUS THIS? green flag.

"when have you ever cared?" ouch.

"i didn't know you felt all that.. I'm sorry."

"what.. are we now?" OK THE ANGST IF ITS WRITTEN RIGHT??? INSANE

the glances either starts to glint with hatred. or love that's beyond reach.

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wrencatte · 2 months

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mini-fic 6(ish!) post-Fallen Order. Mantis Crew. Cal & Merrin. Omniscient POV (Mostly Merrin). 1.1k words Cal...has a beard??? ao3 mini fic link - chapter 6 (ponchos)

Cal plops down on the couch with a loud, drawn-out satisfied sound, relishing in the first comfortable seat in literal days. Merrin looks up from her holonovel, blinks once, twice, and bluntly asks, “What is wrong with your face?”

He slaps a hand to his chin. “There’s nothing wrong with my face.”

“No, there is,” she insists, abandoning her novel to grab hold of his wrist and wrench his hand away – or at least she tries to wrench it away, but Cal resists valiantly, muscles straining with the effort. He leans as far back from the Nightsister as possible until he yelps, and they both go tumbling off the couch to land in a groaning heap on the floor.

Cere watches them, eyebrows raised, and lifting not a single finger to assist either one of them. BD chirrups from his spot over the Master’s shoulder, something distinctly mocking in his tone even without knowing binary, and Cal groans again, louder and more obnoxiously.

“Thanks, buddy, knew I could count on you,” he snarks. The droid whistles something else that just makes him laugh.

“What did he say?” Merrin asks even as she resorts to prying Cal’s hand off his face, fingers digging under his palm. He tries to smack her hand away with his free one, but she just grabs it and pins it awkwardly to the side out of the way. She pauses, head tilted in contemplation, then drops her entire body weight on the Jedi. He lets out a wheezing oof! at the suddenness, eyes wide. BD laughs at him. “This would be easier if you just gave in.”

“Doubt it,” he grunts.

They grapple – no, actually, tussle is really a better word to describe it. Neither of them are actually trying at all. Cal’s stuck arching his face away from Merrin since he can use his hand, and Merrin could easily hurt him in this position, so her efforts are half-hearted at best. Both of them are laughing like children, little hushed, breathless giggles. Cere doesn’t hide her smile, thoroughly enjoying the sight of them acting so care-free, and secretly recording the whole thing. Even though they have BD for that, there’s something about having a version all to herself that she can’t resist.

Cal finally gives up and removes his hand. Merrin makes a noise of triumphant – that gets cut off when he (gently) smacks his hand against Merrin’s face instead, effectively blinding her. He uses the surprise attack as leverage to shove her back against the base of the couch and he scrambles to his feet, putting distance between the two of them quickly, and…goes back to covering his chin.

“It is not that embarrassing,” Merrin tells him.

Cal scowls. “You said there was something wrong with my face!”

She makes a conceding expression. “Fair, but I did not mean it in that way. It merely…caught me by surprise.”

Cal had been gone for the last few days, exploring a nearby mountain pass in hopes it was what they were looking for (it wasn’t), so forgive her shock when he came back looking like that. He changed out of his regular poncho and new vest combo in favor of a pair of loose pants with far too many belts and his ratty training top that Greez has tried to throw out several times – though not as many times he’s tried to throw out some of his older, more…pungent ponchos. His hair longer than when she first met him, long enough to tuck behind his ears, and when you add that to what’s going on with his face…

He eyes her warily then semi-reluctantly drops his hand, putting it on his hip instead in a sort of are you happy now? pose. Merrin stares at him. He stares back, weight shifting as if he’s about to bolt.

“It looks good,” she declares finally.

Cal rolls his eyes. “You literally said – .”

“I did not get a proper look! You surprised me!” Merrin snaps. Cal throws his hands up in a huff.

He has a beard.

Or…almost a beard. Barely a beard, it’s still growing in and all. But it’s there and it, and it adds a maturity to his face she wasn’t expecting. Before, his old, world-weary soul could only be felt in the Force when he dropped his shields and let them help him. Now, though, Merrin looks at him and she can see the weight he carries far too easily. The beard looks good, yes, but it makes her heart ache just a little.

Cal scrubs a hand over the short, scratchy-looking beard. It makes his freckles stand out, somehow, or maybe that’s because they’ve been hopping from sunny planet to sunny planet these last few months and he’s no longer stuck under the perpetually gloomy clouds of Bracca. He burns instead of tans, but he seems to get new freckles every day.

“I didn’t mean to grow one in,” he admits. “But I’m kinda attached now.”

“Literally,” Cere adds.

He sticks his tongue out at her then jumps with a strangled yelp when she thrums their bond in admonishment like he’s a twelve-year-old apprentice all over again. “Hey! That’s a cheap shot!”

“What’s a cheap shot?” Greez asks, walking onto the Mantis. He looks up from the holopad he was consulting. “Oh. Hey, Cal, welcome back…What’s wrong with your face?”

Cal swears at him in Huttese as Merrin laughs. “All of you! All of you are against me! It’s not that bad!”

“It truly isn’t,” Merrin assures him, sounding only half-sincere to his ears.

Cere shrugs. “It’s not too bad,” she agrees. “I think it needs another day or two before it really works for you, though. Right now it’s…” She wiggles her hand with a wince.

“Ehhh,” is Greez’s contribution.

Cal hides his face with both hands this time, sighing very, very loudly. “You are all so mean to me. Fine, I’ll kriffin’ shave it off. Greez, got anything I can use? My kit got lost somewhere.” He glares BD-1 from between his fingers and the droid chitters in response, sounding offended. “I am not! You’re the one who went over the ledge! I told you not to scan it!” BD-1 beeps something decidedly rude.

“Nothin’ for your human sensitivity. You’re gonna have to wait until our next supply stop, kid.”

He groans. “Unbelievable. That’s a week from now.”

Merrin pats his shoulder consolingly. “You will survive,” she says seriously. “And if you do not, I know several rituals that will bring you back with minimal…side-effects.”

“Thanks, Merrin, you really know how to make a guy feel better.”

She smiles. “You are welcome!”

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spacebarbarianweird · 4 months

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For the angsty romance prompts, #6?

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

"I am sor-" "don't you dare apologize" from Angsty Romance Prompt List

Probably not that angsty, I just can't hurt this character

(no beta)

Masterlist

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Headcanons

Reverie

"Astarion?"

He sits motionless with an empty stare into the darkness. His eyes are open wide and his lips moving as if he is whispering. The vampire is completely naked.

How long has he been like that?

He doesn't notice you. His whole world is probably shrunk to the dark chamber of his mind. Elven trance. Or more like its twisted version when Astarion just has to relive the same horrid events over and over again?

Reverie - the Elven trance - is the way for Tel'Quessira to remember their long lives. But what if your long life was just a parade of horrors until recently?

"Astarion, can you hear me?"

Nothing. He isn't here.

You aren't sure what to do. Wake him up? Put the blanket over his naked body? Just sit there till he returns to reality?

What?

You sit beside him and gently touch his hand. It's cold like marble. You study his veins visible through the pale skin.

"Astarion, wake up."

And again, nothing. You put your hand on his back, touching the edges of the scars.

The thought of how painful it was for him makes you sick.

Vampires are stuck in time. Their regeneration is nothing but reclaiming the state of the body at the moment of death. That's why Astarion's hair doesn't grow. And when Cazador would flay his skin, it healed within the moments - and then, the vampire lord flayed it again. And again. And again.

The only thing that can leave permanent marks is silver.

The silver dagger cut those awful symbols onAstarion's back. And it will always remind him of the past. Nothing will ever make up for this.

You try to be as gentle as possible, caressing his skin as if it were the cat's fur. Careful, thoughtful.

Then, you wrap your hands around his waist and place the cheek on his back as if trying to hear the heartbeat.

Suddenly, his body tenses. Astarion jumps on his feet, making you fall on the wooden floor. His face is distorted with anger.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

You stand up and reach out for him but he bares the fangs. He looks like a wounded predator, dangerous and desperate.

"I am not touching you. What was it?"

"Nothing," he mutters. "Fuck! Why?!"

"Why what?"

He steps back as if you've hit him.

"How can I be with you if I can't trust you?!"

Oh no.

His back.

It's not like he forbade you from touching it. But he said to you at least a few times not to touch it without consent.

You violated his boundaries. This innocent touch was like torture to Astarion. What is worse, caused by you.

"I am sorry-"

"Don't you dare apologize! You knew what you were doing!"

Whatever you say now, it will make it worse. Much worse.

"What next, Tav? What else will you want to do to me when I am in reverie? When I am unconscious?"

Suddenly Astarion gets silent as if finally noticing he is naked.

You leave the room, carefully closing the door, the feeling of guilt and self-blame scorching your brain.

… A few hours later, you sit on the roof of the inn, watching the town. It's dark and quiet at night, as if abandoned.

You hear the soft steps behind you. Astarion, fully clothed, looks at you with his crimson eyes that glow a bit.

"Listen… Tav... I shouldn't have yelled at you."

"Never mind. Should have chosen a different way to wake you up."

He sits beside you. "I was re-living the moments when those scars were engraved on my skin. Over and over again. I knew it wasn't real, I knew it was just a memory, but the the pain was so real, I couldn't do anything."

"Astarion, I promise I won't touch the scars ever again!"

He chuckles and then puts off his shirt as if feeling hot.

"I need you to touch them. Please. I want to forget. I need to forget!"

He sits on the edge of the roof, and you crawl away a bit, so his back is right in front of your chest. Astarion does look like a marble statue. Cold white skin and no breathing.

You carefully touch the upper scars, caressing them with your fingers. Astarion doesn't move.

You intensify your touches, stroking his back and drawing invisible figures on his skin.

"You know… Silver feels like melted steel. I thought I would die of pain and shock the moment he touched me. But it was only the beginning. It took him a few days to finish the poem. Well, we both didn't need to sleep, after all."

You plant a kiss in the center of the scars, and Astarion shivers.

"I couldn't die. Because I was already dead."

You put your hands on his shoulders. No one will ever hurt him. He won't allow it. You won't allow it. You are his, and he is yours.

"Tav..."

"Hm?"

"You see the scars every day. How repulsive do they look?"

"They don't."

"Tav, for fuck's sake..."

You touch his curls and make Astarion look at you. "They don't. I feel sick when I think about how you got them. I tremble every time I realize that when I was happy, when I had fun, when I cheered - you were tortured at that dungeon with no hope to escape. But the scars themselves don't look that awful. I thought so the moment I saw them for the first time. I still think so."

He smiles and kisses your forehead. Your heart melts.

"So, I can touch your back now, or I still should ask first?"

"Don't ask. Let's… limit consent to strictly sexual things, if I can word it this way."

"Deal."

"And about what happened earlier. I am sorry-"

You smile and put your thumb against his lower lip.

"Don't you dare apologize."

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