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maccreadysbaby · 7 months
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things people do after having a nightmare that isn’t crying
struggle to catch their breath
grab onto whatever’s close enough to ground themselves in reality
become nauseous / vomit
shake uncontrollably
sweat buckets
get a headache
things people do to combat having nightmares if they occur commonly
sleep near other people so they can hear the idle sounds of them completing tasks
move to a different sleeping spot than where they had the nightmare
leave tvs / radios / phones on with noise
just not sleep (if you want to go the insomnia route)
sleep during the day in bright rooms
things people with insomnia do
first, obviously, their ability to remember things and their coordination will go out the window
its likely they’ll become irritable or overly emotional
their body will start to ache, shake, and weaken
hallucinate if it’s been long enough
it becomes incredibly easy for them to get sick (and they probably will)
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nanowrimo · 11 months
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Angst: How to Hurt Your Characters and Make It Count
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As a writer, you’re probably familiar with putting your characters through painful situations. But how can we make all that suffering worth it? NaNo Participant Liz Generally has some advice on how to write effective angst! Arabella K Federico said, “Write pain so effectively, your readers will be begging for it to end.”
When you find yourself emotionally invested in your characters, hurting them can feel outright wrong. But sometimes, for the sake of your story, you just have to push them off the cliff (metaphorically or physically!)
Make it hurt. Dig deep, and reach into the darkest pits of emotional and physical pain. Give your readers a reason to break for your character. There are a few methods you can use to do this.
1. Physical Pain
Pain is a powerful motivator. It can cause people to act out of character, lash out, create out-of-character emotional outbursts or realizations, or show previously unknown care. This can also make your character more relatable to your readers. Pain doesn’t just affect the person experiencing it!
2. Mental or Emotional Pain
What is your character’s worst fear? The nightmare that keeps them up at night? Are they afraid of losing someone close to them? Are they terrified of leaving someone behind? Use that to heighten the consequences of a scene. Characters who experience intense emotional or mental pain become more real to your readers, especially if they have experienced similar mental or emotional pain.
3. Spiritual Pain
Although spiritual pain generally results from either physical, mental, or emotional pain, it can be a very effective method to hurt your character and create angst. How can you make your reader question their faith or lack thereof? If they are very spiritual, can you make them believe their god or deity doesn’t exist? If they don’t believe in a deity, can you make them believe in one? Spiritual pain can be the most excruciating to read when done well.
So how do you amplify the pain? What can you use to make the pain more graphic, intense, and palpable?
1. Dig deep into your own personal experiences.
Using your own pain as inspiration will help you ensure that what you’re writing is authentic and raw. Chances are, at least some of your readers have experienced something similar.
2. Use words that evoke not only emotion but physical sensation.
If you are struggling to write a specific scene, outline it. Write a list of each of the five senses and a list of all of the thoughts that your character might feasibly think. You should write at least one or two from each sense, and a few thoughts (if your chosen point of view allows for it) into the scene to create a full sensory profile.
3. How does your setting affect the pain you’re writing into the scene?
If your character is in love with someone, and the angst happens at a wedding, what is happening around them to increase the pain they feel? Is their love interest marrying someone else? What are they feeling or seeing that could make that pain worse? Is the song playing a song they imagined dancing with them to at their own wedding? Does the wedding look like the one they always imagined having with them? Are they standing beside them trying to pretend they don’t wish with every fiber of their being that they were the ones getting married?
Angst doesn’t have to be physical. It does have to connect with your reader. When you use multiple types of pain, utilize your own experiences, use all of your senses, and your setting to its full potential, there are unlimited ways to create angst that will have your readers begging you to put your characters out of their misery. Have fun hurting your characters!
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Liz Generally is a romance author, wife, and mother to two girls and two dogs living in Oklahoma City. Liz is passionate about helping people and raising awareness for congenital heart disease. When she isn’t writing, she can be found spending time with her family and friends, volunteering, crafting, or cheering on her favorite hockey team. Liz is the author of Never Gonna Let You Fall, Alpha Mine, Blood Dreams, and Through The Flames all available on Kindle Vella. Photo by Abigail on Unsplash
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0kayblue · 11 months
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Need You
Need You 
You and Leon have been a little more than friends with benefits for awhile and he struggles with what he wants it to be. 
Word count: 3k (almost 4) 
Mentions of alcohol, slightly possessive Leon, over protective Leon, angst, fluff (??kinda??), happy ending, not proofread very well if it all.
A/N: HELLO!! How are you all doing? Good I hope. I’ve been gone for more than a hot minute. It took me a lot longer than what I thought it would to get back into the groove of things. With that being said, this is not that great. Kinda boring, but hey, sometimes things are boring. This is just kind of to get me in the groove of uploading and writing again. 
Part three and request are in the works. They are coming!! I just need a little practice before I start actually going at it again. 
With all my heart, I hope you are having a fantastic day!! Enjoy!! 
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Time had never moved so slow as Leon anxiously bounced his leg underneath the cheap break room table. His tired eyes glanced to the clock and then back down to the untouched styrofoam cup of coffee. 
Leon hated a lot of things about his job, but at this moment debriefing was his least favorite. He detested having to explain everything that happened on missions before he officially had time to process how they happened to him. Not that he ever truly enjoyed thinking about the things he had to do in order to survive, but he liked to have an understanding on why he did this or that. Why he chose to go left instead of right. 
He had just spent nearly three days fighting his way through the deep Rocky Mountains; B.O.W’s at every turn, and he didn’t even get the information he was expected to return with. The whole thing was a waste of his damn time. He was sent to follow a lead that only set the operation two steps back and whatever up and coming supervillain, or want to be Umbrella Corporation, or extremist cult one leap forward. All while defense was wounded and information scrounged for a thread to pull to loosen the seam on the shit show they were currently trying to clean up. 
He was annoyed and beyond frustrated with everything. On top of the emotional stress he also was not in the best shape physically- it wasn’t anything major all things considered- but, broken ribs, internal bruising and external bruising causing almost his whole torso to be a  deep purple almost gray hue, and the bandaged up gashes on his limbs and slight cuts on his face only kept adding straws to the camel's back. He felt like it was only a matter of time before he snapped, he felt like he could only sit here for a few seconds more before he stormed out the door and out of this damn stale sterile building that was too clean. 
He took a deep breath before adjusting himself to sit up straight in the deep blue plastic chair. As he exhaled he closed his eyes and saw the face he’s seen behind his eyelids since he landed, desperate to see it in person. To touch the soft warm flesh of someone he could never get enough of, regardless of the fact that he tried so hard not to get addicted to. Each hit of you more potent than the last, each high allowing him to forget for a little longer, each graze of his skin against yours permitting him to daydream of a life he has always ached for. Even if you didn’t long for the same things he did, he saw you with everything he had ever wanted. It was cruel and yet he continued to do it to himself. 
He had bought you a burner phone with his number and his alone. You were not to use the phone for anything other than to communicate with him. He had asked you to carry it with you at all times, lying and saying he didn’t bug it. He told you that with his line of work that it would make your meetings more secure, that it would keep you off the radar. In a lapse of poor judgment you took the phone and him up on his proposal to make him an official fuck buddy. Who could blame you? It was a scene  straight out of a movie and boosted your ego. It made you feel special that someone so important took such an interest in someone like you. Someone who lived such an exhaustingly normal life. It kept you on cloud nine for at least a week and a half after receiving it. 
It was a purely physical relationship that didn’t require any emotional attachment regardless of the deep emotions that sunk into the both of you too quickly for comfort. Each rendezvous lasted longer than the previous one. Him staying at your place for days, while you both interacted like domesticated adults. Not quite like a married couple, not as casual as friends, and nowhere near as uptight as roommates; it was such an odd relationship, but it wasn’t  uncomfortable. Oftentimes by the end of his stay he left you with more questions than answers. Your knowledge of his life was barley skin deep and you were left to piece it together from fragments he dropped you. 
He on the other hand knew everything about you. He couldn’t help himself. All your information was at his fingertips; your past, your present, and a vague idea of your future. In hindsight he should have left it alone and maybe if he did he wouldn’t be stuck in this current predicament. Maybe wouldn’t be digging in his pocket for the phone that held only one contact number, a phone number that he had memorized even though he shouldn’t have. He leaned forward in the chair as he typed only two words. 
‘Need you.’
He didn’t think about the impact they could have, he didn’t think of the weight they carried, he just sent the message. Not a part of him even considering the fact that you would think it was the truth. He needed you. Rather you are below him or watching some low brow television show that networks pumped out to dumb down the population. He just needed you within reach, he needed the comfort of your presence to ease the buzzing of the world he lived in. 
He sat the phone on the table as he crossed his arms and sat back, anxiously awaiting a reply. He didn’t get a chance to glance at the clock before the phone buzzed against the table. 
‘Busy.’ 
The message read and he couldn’t help but to scoff as his hand ran through freshly washed damp hair. 
‘With what?’ 
He asked in his reply as he sent it. His jaw tightening in annoyed agitation. What part of need did you not understand? He took a deep breath and reminded himself of the nature of the relationship. As he went to follow up his demanding question with a meeting time and place the break room door opened and he shoved the phone back into his pocket. 
“Mr.Kennedy,” A rather thin man with tired eyes and a disheveled navy blue suit sighed out, “I’m sorry, we know you are exhausted, we just have a few more questions. Can you stay for another thirty minutes? No more, no less.”  
Leon forced a polite smile as he stood, “Lead the way.” 
“Thank you so much, Mr. Kennedy.” 
“Please, call me Leon.” Leon insisted as he took the door from the man and just like that he followed the man down the hall and into an elevator; leaving behind a hot cup of coffee to grow cold on a cheap linoleum covered piece of wood where it would eventually be washed down the drain by night janitorial staff. 
It had been an hour since Leon set foot in that room and not much of anything had come out of his answers. He was out of the building now and almost free as his hand found the handle of his car door, but a buzz in his pants pocket caused him to let go of it immediately. As he unlocked the phone he noticed he was left with a voice memo and not a message, which he found odd but not alarming. He couldn’t help but to smile, ready to hear your voice. He pressed play and heard the hustling of feet and an unrecognizable song in the background. 
“She said she was busy, Le-on. Take a hint.” 
A low masculine voice came out of the speaker as he gripped the phone. He pulled it away from his ear with a snarl as he looked at the phone screen. It took every fiber of his being to not shatter the phone right there; it took every remaining ounce of sanity that he had to not let this red hot anger consume him. This little voice in his head pleaded for him to think rationally. 
He opened the car door and slammed it shut behind him as he got in, it was a miracle the car door window didn’t break from the force. He was quick to pull up your location and an airy laugh left him as he knew the location too well. A dive bar on the outskirts of the city, the same exact bar he had found you in. It was tragically comical. 
He didn’t bother with a seat belt as he backed out of his parking spot and hit the gas and drove off after you. The speed limit was a mere suggestion as city lights passed him just as quickly as they appeared. He was livid as his knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel. He was angry. He was angry that you had the audacity to be out with someone at the bar that he met you at. He was furious that you were busy with some asshole who had the nerve to address him by his first name. He was livid that he didn’t just leave work and go to you as soon as he landed. He was heartbroken because even though he was lost in this haze of consuming rage he had no right to feel this way. You weren’t his, but he was yours. 
As Leon quickly pulled into the parking lot he parked his car with no regard to the faded white lines that were supposed to indicate parking spots. He left the car running as he slammed the car door shut, making a bigger scene than the screeching sound his tires made against the asphalt when he parked. He could feel the eyes of smokers burning a hole in his frame as he took quick strides to the front doors of the bar. 
“Nice ride-.” A voice started but was cut off by the beep of Leon locking the car. Normally Leon would nod politely, but he didn’t bother to spare a glance to whoever made the comment. His brows furrowed and a glare that could kill adorning his face as he stepped into the warm bar. 
“Hey!” Zack yelled, the bartender was shouting as Leon watched him scurry from behind the bar and over to a crowded table. Men and some women of varying ages were crowded around the table cheering. “Give that back! How did you even-?” Zack tried to reason as some guy held him back from the table. Leon proceeded with some caution as he approached Zack. 
“Let it go, buddy. He’ll give it right back and pay for the shots as soon as he’s done.” A stranger said as he tried to keep Zack back. “He’ll even pay extra if this chick handles her liquor the way she says she can.”
That got Leon’s attention faster as he pushed his way closer to the front of the table. His eyes locked on your frame laying on the tabletop with your head leaning off the end as another guy poured vodka down your throat. 
“Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!” The man screamed before putting the bottle to his mouth and taking a shot straight from the bottle.
Your laugh rang through the bar as you began to try and sit up, but the man was quicker than you were as he bent down to meet you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders to keep you in place. His lips graze yours as he spit his shot into your mouth. Your throat burning as you tried to push him off of you. For a second you thought your weak  effort was successful as his lips left yours, but when you gained some composure you heard the shattering of glass and saw people back away quickly from the table. 
“Get the fuck off of her!” A voice yelled, that voice, you knew that voice all too well. You sat up as your eyes found Leon’s frame. His shoulders tense as they fell up and down with his labored breathing. His fist clenched and jaw tightened as he threatened in a deep low growl, “Touch her again and I’ll break your fucking spine.” He was in no condition to fight, he was barely standing. He was utterly exhausted and his limbs ached, but the angry adrenaline that coursed through his veins kept him upright.
“Leon.” You dryly got out as you sat up on the table. You repeated his name but he didn’t even glance in your direction. 
“Leon? Jesus Christ. Look, she already-.” The man spoke and Leon recognized the voice immediately from the voice message. Leon’s eyes darkened with rage as he looked at this pathetic excuse of a man. 
Busy. 
“Where is her phone?” Leon asked as he roughly grabbed the man by his shirt collar, “Where is her damn phone?” 
“Here, here! Take it!” The man shook as he pulled the phone out of his pocket and handed it to Leon. Leon snatched it from his hand before pushing the man roughly to the ground. Leon towered over him as the man shook, Leon’s unbridled rage causing the bar to grow freezing cold. 
“Stay away from her.” Leon turned from the man and his gaze softened only slightly as it landed on you. Your eyes locked with his for only a moment before he avoided your gaze and approached you. His hand found your arm as he helped you off of the table. He wrapped an arm around your waist as the crowd parted like the Red Sea. All eyes were on the both of you as you walked out of the bar. 
“I can take it from here.” You said agitated as you tried to push yourself away from Leon. 
“I don’t care. I’m taking you home.” Leon said as he unlocked his car. That aggression he felt still resting on the tip of his tongue. He opens the passenger door and with a deep sigh you get in his car. After he just opened the door you took a deep breath before running your hand through your hair. A bottomless pit settled in your stomach before you sat back against the seat. 
“Seatbelt.” You heard him say as he got in the car, pulling you out of your thoughts. You compiled as he started to drive out of the parking lot and turned right out of the parking lot. 
You raise an eyebrow before looking at him and confusingly confront him, “You were supposed to turn left.” 
“I said I’m taking you home. I know where I’m going.” Leon glared ahead and for once wished you wouldn’t say a damn word. He was heated. 
“How did you know where I was?” 
“Can you not ask questions right now?” 
“No, because you’re freaking me out. First, you know where to find me and second, you hook a right when you know my place is left. Where are we going?” You stated in a matter of fact tone as you crossed your arms. You could tell he was angry, but you didn’t care because you were angry too. You never disclosed your location to him, he nearly started a fight, and he continued to treat you like you were something more to him regardless of the fact that he made it clear that you would never be anything more. 
“My place. It’s closer and I’m too tired to drive further than what I have too.” He admitted as he sent you a quick glance. 
“Your place?” You rolled your eyes, “You’re telling me that your place is closer and we’ve spent all this time at mine?” 
“Yeah.” Leon sighed with irritation. 
“How is that fair? How is it fair that you know all this shit about me, but I know nothing about you?” You asked flat out and annoyed. Normally after going an extended time without seeing Leon you didn’t ask any questions, you just tended to him until he was ready to talk. He loved that about you, you never pushed him. Leon grunted knowing that it was the alcohol and a mix of unconfronted emotions made you bold. 
“We talked about this-.”
“Yeah, we did, but you tracking my location wasn’t in that conversation.” Leon took his eyes off the road as the car came to a stop at a stoplight and he looked at you. He opened his mouth to speak, to defend himself, but you cut him off. “Cut the shit, I know it’s a bugged phone. I had it looked at and your sudden appearance tonight only proved it.” 
“It’s only bugged for your protection.” Leon got out through gritted teeth. 
“My protection? What the fuck are you even talking about? If anything it’s so you can keep your whores straight and away from your wife.” You spit at him with venom. You knew Leon wasn’t the type of guy to run around town like that, he was a one woman type of guy. You were just angry and confused at why you would be enough to protect but not enough to be his. 
Leon’s face turned up in pained disgust and he went to say something, but the blaring of a car horn called his attention back to the road and a green light. You huffed as you turned away from him and he continued to drive onward to his place. 
The rest of the car ride was silent, giving you time to feel bad about what you said and how you said it. Your face falling and your anger simmering out as your eyes felt heavy with the weight of fresh tears threatening to spill. You refused to cry though as you sniffed and he pulled into his driveway.
A two story house that was too big for just him, but old enough for you to believe that it was a house that was left to him in some family members' will. Or he could’ve bought it himself easily with the way you’ve seen him treat money; like it was something that grew on trees. He was a complete and utter mystery to you and it drove you insane that you could still fall for someone who you knew so little about. At this point you were more mad at yourself than you were at him. You knew of his interests and hobbies, his likes and dislikes, you saw his heart; but you didn’t have a clue about his day to day life. It was like he existed only to you and no one else. No criminal record, no traceable family; he seemed to have nothing. All you had were snippets of an article about Raccoon City that left you with more questions than answers. 
“Don’t worry, the wife’s not home.” Leon muttered through gritted teeth and you winced as he got out of the car. You went and got out of the car alongside him as you followed closely behind him. 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.” He opened the front door and you followed him in, shutting and locking it behind you. Your body now shaking as his focus remained straight ahead. He was so cold and you knew you deserved it. “I know that’s not you. I just…” you hesitated as you could feel your throat beginning to clog, knowing that your voice was going to waver and your next words were going to come out broken if you didn’t get a grip. 
“I’ve got a guest room, but I haven’t found time to clean it out so there is a bunch of junk and shit in there. You can take my bed and I’ll take the guest room.” Your heart broke, thinking he didn’t even want to be near you and you couldn’t blame him.
“I think we should call this off.” Your voice still broke as you said it and Leon quickly turned to you. His gaze softened immediately as soon as he saw your big glassy doe eyes. He stood frozen as his heart shattered. He was losing you and it wasn’t to some unforeseen force, he did this. His refusal to let you in completely had pushed you away. 
Leon was a fighter, it was his job. He stood up for what was right, he fought for people who couldn’t fight for themselves, he fought so people who weren’t fighters never had too. But did he ever fight for his own selfish desires? At the end of the day was he willing to fight for the first good thing he’s had in his life for a while? At the bar he was ready. He was ready to push his exhaustion aside and fight the object that stood between him and you; but now? Fighting you, the person he desired the most. 
“Look, it’s not anything personal…I just…this isn’t working for me.” You nervously blabbered out, the silence killing you. You took a deep breath as your hands found your hips, “I mean the Pretty Women aspect of it was fun, I had fun. I don’t know, I guess, I mean…” you stumbled over your own words. 
“Alright.” He said and you looked away from him as your arms wrapped around yourself trying to comfort yourself. The floodgates of your tears threatening to spill as your eyes darted around the room. 
“Okay. Good. I’ll sleep on the couch and grab a cab and be gone before the sun comes up.” You voice low as you head to the couch but Leon catches you by your elbow. The sudden connection of your bare skin against the palm of his hand sends a chill up his spine.
“I want to start again. I want to make it right.” He said as he slowly looked at you, his own eyes glassy. You study his face now and how exhausted he looked. “I’ll tell you everything. Let me start over. Let me make it right.” Your brows knitted together as you relaxed slightly and your other hand cupped his cheek. Tears fell from your eyes as you stifled a pained groan. “Please.” He begged and how could you say no?
Your lips found him in a hesitant kiss that he returned with desperation. The moment your lips sparked against his he was ready to fight again. His hand trailed down your arm and before it found your waist. He pulled you close to him as your arms wrapped around his neck. Sweet desperate kisses turned into feverishly hungry ones.
“Need you.” He admitted softly against your lips; hoping that you understood. Hoping that the feeling was returned. Hoping that right now that he said enough, that those two words meant enough. As you melted against him he knew that you understood. 
For the first time in a long time Leon was ready to give his all to something besides work. 
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phoebepheebsphibs · 22 days
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Overanalyzing Leo's Fears
Leo's fear is easy to pinpoint. He's terrified of abandonment. But why? And is that all there is to it? Let's look into that...
Leo's past is a bit complicated and tumultuous... following the events after Draxum lost him, Leo spent something around an entire year living alone in the backstreets of the Hidden City. And then he met Mikey. The two were only five and four years old, but even at that age Leo knew he couldn't raise a toddler all by himself. So he went to an unscrupulous orphanage for help. For several years, Mikey and Leo lived in that hovel filled with starving kids, each one fighting for attention and family. But Leo saw Mikey's needs and always put him first, stealing extra rations for him and giving him the clothes he needed.
Leo and Mikey were placed in a system similar to foster care, where families would adopt them and go through a sort of trial run to see if the kids were a good fit. Mikey always fit in pleasantly, everyone loved him! But as for Leo... he never seemed to get it right. A rambunctious child, defiant and stubborn, and with a head made for schemes? He was constantly sent back to the orphanage. (As was Mikey, who would rather be with his brother than strangers.) So, Leo was given a twisted view of what families were like: people who pretend to care for you, but will eventually discard you once they find what's wrong with you. And there is ALWAYS something wrong with you...
Leo was against Mikey's little found family from the start, because he never trusted the idea of a family to begin with! But as time passed by, he slowly started to grow closer with the two other turtles Mikey adored. However, something happened that caused Leo to lose his trust in them, and as a result, he did what so many had done with him before -- he left. And not just Donnie and Raph, Leo left Mikey.
While he was soon to be reunited with his brothers, Leon felt incredible guilt over what he'd done to Michelangelo. He couldn't believe that he'd done that to his baby brother, he didn't understand why he'd left Mikey for something he never did, an excuse so stupid as "he'd be better off without me"?! Why? (Raph would eventually pinpoint that Leo was subconsciously trying to test Mikey's love for him, to see if he would come back to him even if he left, to prove wrong what Leo feared all his life...)
It comes back to the start. Before the betrayal, before the families that sent him back, before the orphanage that hated him. It was Draxum who first instilled this fear in him. Because Leo was never actually lost from Draxum. Leo was discarded. Because he would not obey or conform, Draxum threw the child into the gutters as a way to teach him self-reliance and survival skills. (And even before that, what Leo doesn't remember but his subconscious still retains... is that Raph left him originally. In the character sheet for Raph, you'll find the last thing it says is Raph's earliest memory -- of him promising to find someone before running away. That was Leo. Raph promised to come back for him, to find him again and save him and the others... but after running away, he was discovered by Big Mama and soon lost all memory of the other experiments. Leo won't recall that moment, but the pain it caused stays with him.)
Leo expects everyone he loves to leave him. Because he believes -- no, it has been ingrained into him that he is worthless, and that the world is cruel.
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lyomeii · 8 months
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imagine your fav! pt ii
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“I love you.”
“…oh.”
this wasn’t going the way he wanted, after all, despite the little hope he had that you would accept his feelings and embrace him…he knew the high chances of you rejecting him. but he had to tried it, right?
the two of you stayed in completely silence for a while, only hearing the others at the party at the backyard while both of you are standing in the front of the house. the lack of words is killing you, making you sweating and think of numerous possibilities to go back to the party to pretend this never happened.
“I don’t think I’m capable of dating anyone right now….” you fail to avoid eye contact with him, you are standing too closer of him and he even holding hands with you. “I never had interest on someone and I don’t think I will for a while, if you get me.”
ouch. this probably will hurt him for the rest of the party, but still, why is he smiling like that? like you didn’t reject his feelings for you a few seconds ago? oh. that idiot is going to have feelings for you for a while more. that’s typical of him and always will.
“it’s okay.” he smiles as he pulls you closer to hug you. “I’m just happy that you told me the true, [name].” his touch continues to make you feel anxious despite the many times he hugged or touch your skin. “let’s go back to the party before notice our absence, okay?”
he took you back to the party, his hand still holdings yours in the way and caress it many times, after all, he knows that he won’t be able to feel your soft skin against him anymore. suddenly, he stops in front of the entrance and turn around to face you with a gentle smile, the very same one he always gives you.
“I want be closer with you, [name].” he blushes. “I know that you see yourself as someone unworthy of love from others and unattractive, but you are wrong. You deserve the very best treatment and you got the cutest smile I’ve seen before.”
it’s a little too dark, but he probably notices how awkward you are with his words, however, he keeps going with his spreech.
“that’s why I ask you to stick around, we aren’t lover or anything, but you are very important to me, understand?”
you nodded, quite impressed with what he just said, no one ever spoken to you like this before, but at the same time, you promised yourself to never speak with him again once high school ends.
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sokokoko · 2 months
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Prompt #25
"I just feel like some hollow, empty thing."
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iz-nomerants · 20 days
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I trust you with my life.
And I’d trust you to take it from me as well.
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welcometothewoes · 10 months
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You are not dead... You will live forever through raindrops, through cigarette smoke, through your gentle voice, through your absence, through everything...
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saraswritingtipps · 10 months
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Soft angers Dialogue
1. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with concern as she noticed the distant look in his eyes. He sighed softly, his voice laced with a hint of sadness, "I'm just...lost, you know? Like I'm drifting through life without a sense of purpose."
2. "You seem quiet today," she observed, her gaze gentle yet probing. He shrugged, avoiding eye contact, and finally confessed, "Sometimes it's just hard to put into words the heaviness I feel inside."
3. "What's been bothering you lately?" he inquired, his voice soft and understanding. She fidgeted with her hands, struggling to find the right words before finally admitting, "I can't help but feel like I'm stuck in a never-ending loop, going through the motions without truly living."
4. "I saw you at the party, but you seemed distant," he mentioned, his voice filled with curiosity. She sighed, her eyes searching for solace, and replied, "Sometimes being surrounded by people only amplifies the emptiness I feel inside."
5. "I noticed you've been spending a lot of time alone lately," she gently pointed out, concern evident in her voice. He nodded, his expression tinged with sadness, and confessed, "Being alone is the only time I can truly face the storm of emotions brewing within me."
6. "You're always so composed, but I sense a hint of sadness in your eyes," he said, his tone gentle yet perceptive. She smiled faintly, a fragile facade of strength, and admitted, "Sometimes the smile I wear is the armor I use to shield others from my own inner battles."
7. "I feel like something is weighing you down. Do you want to talk about it?" she offered, her voice filled with empathy. He shook his head, his voice barely above a whisper, and replied, "I'm afraid if I start talking, I won't be able to stop the flood of emotions that's been drowning me."
8. "You seem distant lately. Is everything okay?" he asked, his concern evident in his voice. She shrugged, her voice tinged with resignation, and confessed, "I've just been questioning everything—my choices, my dreams...it's like I'm lost in a maze with no way out."
9. "I've noticed you've been seeking solitude more often. Is something bothering you?" she gently inquired. He sighed, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken pain, and replied, "Sometimes being alone is the only way I can hear my own thoughts and confront the emotions I've been avoiding."
10. "You've been carrying a heavy burden lately. Can I share it with you?" she offered, her voice filled with compassion. He looked at her, his eyes brimming with unshed tears, and whispered, "I appreciate your kindness, but some burdens are too heavy to be shared. They have to be carried alone."
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blue-b3rries · 5 months
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i hate fics where someone cheats and reader gets back with them. like “you accepted ___’s apology and heartfelt embrace” like no tf i didn’t 😭
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canadian-riddler · 1 month
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'I can't trust the nice things my readers said about my story because they said nice things about a different story that I think is bad'
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maccreadysbaby · 9 months
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Some of my favorite words and phrases to describe a character in pain
coiling (up in a ball, in on themselves, against something, etc)
panting (there’s a slew of adjectives you can put after this, my favorites are shakily, weakly, etc)
keeling over (synonyms are words like collapsing, which is equally as good but overused in media)
trembling/shivering (additional adjectives could be violently, uncontrollably, etc)
sobbing (weeping is a synonym but i’ve never liked that word. also love using sob by itself, as a noun, like “he let out a quiet sob”)
whimpering (love hitting the wips with this word when a character is weak, especially when the pain is subsiding. also love using it for nightmares/attacks and things like that)
clinging (to someone or something, maybe even to themselves or their own clothes)
writhing/thrashing (maybe someone’s holding them down, or maybe they’re in bed alone)
crying (not actual tears. cry as in a shrill, sudden shout)
dazed (usually after the pain has subsided, or when adrenaline is still flowing)
wincing (probably overused but i love this word. synonym could be grimacing)
doubling-over (kinda close to keeling over but they don’t actually hit the ground, just kinda fold in on themselves)
heaving (i like to use it for describing the way someone’s breathing, ex. “heaving breaths” but can also be used for the nasty stuff like dry heaving or vomiting)
gasping/sucking/drawing in a breath (or any other words and phrases that mean a sharp intake of breath, that shite is gold)
murmuring/muttering/whispering (or other quiet forms of speaking after enduring intense pain)
hiccuping/spluttering/sniffling (words that generally imply crying without saying crying. the word crying is used so much it kinda loses its appeal, that’s why i like to mix other words like these in)
stuttering (or other general terms that show an impaired ability to speak — when someone’s in intense pain, it gets hard to talk)
staggering/stumbling (there is a difference between pain that makes you not want to stand, and pain that makes it impossible to stand. explore that!)
recoiling/shrinking away (from either the threat or someone trying to help)
pleading/begging (again, to the threat, someone trying to help, or just begging the pain to stop)
Feel free to add your favorites or most used in the comments/reblogs!
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3hks · 2 months
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Angst Tip 2: Dealing With a Loss (The 5 Stages of Grief)
When writing a loss, it is very important to know how to do it right, because they are a great prompt for angst! A poorly-written one won't have the intended effect, and the audience won't feel the emotion nor impact of the event. And as brutal as it is to say this, when writing depressing scenes, the ultimate goal is to make your reader cry.
So, in this post, I'll explain the 5 stages of grief and the foundation for a character going through a loss! Note that this does not always have to apply to one's death; this could mean one losing their job, or getting a terminal illness. Furthermore, these are not necessarily my personal tips, but mine do fall into certain places of the stages! Lastly, I'm not a professional on this topic, and this is not for psychology, but I did research on this!
First stage: Denial. The shock that comes with losing something can have a great impact on a character. Following that is typically denial. Their reluctance to accept reality often has the character living in their own delusion; where they never actually lost anything in the first place, and that it'll be fixable. Normally, their wake-up call comes from another person, or just a sudden realization.
Second stage: Anger. Anger comes in different forms for different individuals, but in the end, the emotion is still somewhere present. Depending on the situation, the anger could be directed towards other people, the one they lost (if said person made a bad mistake that was the reason for their demise), and/or themselves. Self-blame often comes last, and is the transition for the second and third stage!
Third stage: Bargaining. This stage consists of the character slowly, but not fully, accepting the loss. Now, they're not only aware of what happened, but are also aware of how they could've avoided it. During this time, their mind is often flooded with hypothetical "ifs," and how it could've prevented the event from happening. Self-blame and over-examining their mistakes are the key here.
Fourth stage: Depression. As realization sinks in, so does the mourning and grieving of the cycle. By now, the character should be fully aware of what happened, and that it is hardly fixable. Because of this, they normally fall into some sort of depression. It will look different for different characters--some might feel miserable, some might feel numb--but in the end, it's still their form of grief.
Fifth stage: Acceptance. Lastly, the fifth stage is acceptance. This doesn't always mean that they've moved on, it simply means that the character has come with terms with what happened. More often than not, the event will still have a lasting impact on your character. It can be positive, negative, or both. Either way, some sort of change should be present.
There you have it! The 5 stages of grief: Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance! Each stage should now be clear, and if you were ever struggling to create a realistically sad death or event, this should be of some help! Now, tell me, do you think that there's 5 stages of grief, or 7?
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phoebepheebsphibs · 1 month
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Well dang
I'm writing out how the boys would react to the fear fungus
And I fricken made myself cry at 12:03 AM because of Mikey's fear. God. Dangit.
I may be queen of angst, but I'm also queen of reversing the angst into therapy.
(I also wrote Leo's fear and it also made me mushy inside and want to curl up and cry)
RAPH IS GONNA BE TOUGH FOR ME, WHAT IS HE MOST AFRAID OF? BIG BABY BOI IS AFRAID OF EVERYTHING!!
@boots-with-the-fur-club @daboyau
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A character who is magical, and maybe the last of their species
They are lost somehow, maybe down on their luck, when a few commoners from a Village take them in and help them
They are welcomed by the village, and with their powers, they help the people
Maybe after a storm they can help rebuild houses, or grow plants during a harsh drought
Over the years, their powers are harvested to keep the village going
They are less of a helper, and more servant
They live a lot longer than the regular humans, so generations go by
And they are kind, and compassionate
And they can’t say no to these people, the ones that took them in
They owe this to them.
…Right?
So, they are thrown away into the darkness, and their powers are harvested
The village becomes town- the town a city and so forth
It grows and changes, but they remain the same
A while after, a lone explorer comes along, needing help just as the magical figure did.
They were helped, but only by the poorer people of the land
They were told stories of this- mythical being that powers the city
There’s no way something like that actually exists…right?
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leahkentwriter · 7 months
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Really though.
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