#~open starter~

[novaxanomaly]

Father-Son Day || Nikolai/Lucifer || Open Starter

Lucifer, the fallen angel, had started living here, and pretending to be human. Even going as far as giving himself a human name, Nikolai. He had children from multiple mothers all over the world and it wasn't uncommon for one of them to walk into his life and demand attention.

Nikolai lifted his head up to look at his child, "How about we spend some time together, hmm?" He asked, tilting his head to the side just a bit. "We don't do that much, huh?"

[iron-hearts-ablaze]

"I thought I told you to PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON!"

[hexedevolution]

"I don't need sleep, I need answers!"

[crossroadsglade]

Homunculus sat in the lab, listening to the beeping of the monitor she was attached to. She lets out a small sigh, turning her head to look at the iv bag she as also attached to, watching the glowing blue substance trickle down the iv tube and into her. Today was one of the slower days in the lab and she was absolutely bored, wanting something interesting to happen

[thethreefaes]

It was dark. So dark. She couldn’t see anything but she could feel the pain in her arm. Could smell the burning flesh. It didn’t matter how she pulled or tried to get away from it. The shackle dug into her wrist and scorched the skin.

Her screams got caught in her throat. She couldn’t call for help. She cried as she curled up. Wanting the pain to end.

———-

Lyra jolted awake, gasping for breath. Her wrist pulled close to her chest as her hand gripped it. She tried to calm her breathing but her body was shaking too much. She had to run. Had to get away. She tripped as she tried to get out of her bed. Falling hard on the wooden floors.

Wooden. Not stone. And the moon shone through her window. Her room. Her home. Slowly the nightmare faded and Lyra took a shaky breath.

Yeah. There was no way she was getting back to sleep. Standing she quietly made her way outside. The night air cooling her heated skin. Lyra pulled her cloak closer to her ask she wandered.

It has been a long time since she had a nightmare… a memory as strong as that. Gentle fingers traced the scarring. The fae swore she could still feel the burning. Sitting besides a small creek she submerged her left wrist into the cold water. Willing the real world to override the phantom pain.

[kibo-no-akademi]

"I forgot how heavy this things can get..." Cateline gave an exhausted sigh as she sat on a bench, catching some breath as she placed two bags down next to her.

Earlier that day, the painter decided that it would be a good idea to go shopping at her favorite art store, but upon arriving and later leaving she realized she had bought more than she needed. In one hand, a bag filled with paints and pigment powders, while in the other, a larger bag containing two canvasses...It was evident that it was quite heavy to carry- at least for a prolonged period of time, and it did not help that the store was not close to the academy, so she needed to prepare for the long road back.

"Ah...Maybe i should go buy some water for the way."

[pruricnt]

Open to: F

Connection: ex finance, ex girlfriend, give me ‘we broke up and i found out i was pregnant after but didn’t tell you’

Scooted into a corner booth Camel anxiously flicked the corner of the menu he was attempting to read. ‘Wellington, steak, beef tartar….’ he read for the seventh time in a row still without being sure what was being offered at the restaurant. It had been years since he’d seen her, but he still thought about her almost daily. Sometimes in passing memories of her comfort or her laugh, fleeting memories of the deep late night conversations on the old porch swing at his parent’s house, other times with his hands down his pants with only the memory of her touch to fend away his loneliness. All that to say he hadn’t ever replaced her and the warmth she’d taken with her when she left. Though he knew he had played an important role in his family, he sometimes wished he would have maybe taken a step back and spent more time with her. He wasn’t sure he’d ever find someone who complimented him the way she did. That being said, he also knew he only had the space to think about these things now that the youngest, Delphine, was the only one who relied on him so heavily anymore. It had taken a lot of courage, and alcohol, for him to reach out but once the conversation started he found himself smiling at his phone and eagerly anticipating the little dings of facebook messenger. Completely engrossed in thought he’d barely realized she’d walked up to the table. “Hey.. oh… Hi!” he greeted awkwardly, standing up and accidentally knocking her a glass of water in the process. “Shit uh..” Lightly he tossed his fabric napkin over the spill before turning his attention entirely to her. “I hoped that if I was going to embarrass myself that I’d do it later…” He mused, trying to turn the red in his cheeks into a joke they could break the ice with.

[urfriendlywriter]

How to write angst ?

@urfriendlywriter | req by @everynowandthenihaveacrisis @aidyaiden :)

know your character. from their deepest fears to what they cherish the most. know your deepest fear, ask yourself how you will react and feel at that moment. "oh shit, if this happened to me I'll lose my mind" what's that type of scenario for you? write it. :)

decide on the type of angst you are going for!

major, minor, physical, emotional, paranormal, spiritual, verbal, abusive, quarrel, misunderstanding, etc.

and then, decide on--what reaction you can take out of your character by doing what to them.

are they gonna be, held at a gunpoint to give something up? or have their soul wrecked by whom they thought were close to them? or is it going be horror, or etctec, decide on it.

moving on to actually writing it-

Tip 1 - Use sensory details.

her eyes brimmed with tears

his chest heaved

pain clawed at his heart, as his face twisted with hurt

his scream pierced my heart

her lips quivered

she dug her nails into her palms (to distract herself, to stop it from shaking, etc)

show what is happening to ur MC, instead of telling it.

Tip 2 - how to actually write it.

If they're panicking, make them notice too many things at once, show every detail that they're seeing, feeling, from touch, to that burning sensation on their eyes, the blood on the ground, that dryness of their throat, the buzzing in their head and their parted lips unable to trust their own sight, and--and, boom! have them register that they're really really in trouble. and that they've to act fast.

use short, very minimal type of writing for this. make it long, but not long enough that it feels like it's being dragged.

the readers should hold themselves back from skimming the page out of curiousity, they should be in their toes to find out what happens next.

what does your MC do in times of panic? do they chant calm down to themselves, do they get angry, or start crying.. or?? what makes your character genuinely feel an emotion so hard that they'll burst?

there's always something, someone that'll always give them love and easily can be that something or someone to take it away. yk.

Tip 3 - crying.

what is close to your character that u can deprive them of? will it make them cry? beg for it?

what will make ur character cry so hard, that their scream fills everyone's ear, stays in their minds like ghosts and always haunts them?

make a character who never cries, burst out with tears.

while writing crying, focus on the 5 senses, one after the other.

focus it on their breath, make them run out of breath, gasp for air, feel like they're being choked, cry so scrutinizingly. it shud punch the reader's gut.

have them replay what had just happened over and over again in their head

best books and writing styles (for angst) to analyse and learn from (in my opinion);

3rd book in the AGGTM series (yk it hit hard like a truck. it got me depressed in bed the entire time lmao)

Five Survive by Holly Jackson. The moments of red outside of the truck, and moments leading to it.

there's this book called " Warm by @untalentedwriter127 " in wattpad. the author served angst for breakfast, lunch anddd dinner.

and if there's more angsty ones, drop em in the comments! :)

Hope this helps, tag me when yall write a masterpiece! ;)

[novaxanomaly]

"What'll it be?" || Enkai Stirling || Open Starter

Enkai was in the middle of tattooing a client when the front door opened and chimed the bells. Without looking up from his work, he called out. "Hey there, kinda busy at the moment, if ya want there is a couch to chill on over there." he pointed with his briefly free hand before wiping away access ink to continue his work.

[iron-hearts-ablaze]

Funny Open Starter

inspired by this art

Karlach was near the back of the party as they trudged through the forest on the cusp of Rivington. Karlach suddenly gasps and stops in her tracks.

"Guys, wait!" She shouts, much like she would if she sensed something was wrong. Though, instead, she crouched low and reached down to something on the ground.

"There's a frog!" She gently pets the little frog with the pad of her finger.

[hexedevolution]

"Yes, the lab is on fire and no, there is no need to panic, I have everything under control!" He says as he attempts to rush back to the lab with a fire extinguisher under his spare arm.

"Just a little set back!"

The blaze was definitely worthy of panic.

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐭

❝ i’m fine. just... blurry. ❞

❝ how long have i been awake? ❞

❝ i’m not even tired anymore. that’s the scary part. ❞

❝ sorry, what were you saying? i spaced out. ❞

❝ do my eyes look as bad as they feel? ❞

❝ i swear i just blinked. was that a nap? ❞

❝ i think my thoughts are melting. ❞

❝ caffeine is basically my blood type at this point. ❞

❝ i can’t tell if i’m hallucinating or dreaming with my eyes open. ❞

❝ i should sleep. but if i stop, i’m afraid i won’t start again. ❞

❝ don’t let me fall asleep here. seriously. ❞

❝ i’m running on fumes and bad decisions. ❞

❝ every time i close my eyes, it feels like i’m falling. ❞

❝ i forgot what rested feels like. ❞

❝ if i sleep, i’ll miss everything. ❞

❝ i’m too tired to be mad… so congrats, i guess. ❞

❝ i can’t think straight. not with this fog in my head. ❞

❝ my body’s here, but the rest of me checked out hours ago. ❞

❝ sleep is a luxury i can’t afford right now. ❞

❝ i think i’m dreaming. wait... am i dreaming? ❞

❝ my nightmares are waiting for me. i’d rather stay awake. ❞

❝ i need to rest, but resting feels like surrender. ❞

❝ there’s no peace when i close my eyes. ❞

❝ i’m scared to sleep. i’m scared of what’s waiting in the dark. ❞

❝ i can’t stop. if i do, everything falls apart. ❞

❝ don’t ask if i’m okay—just lie with me for a little while. ❞

❝ i didn’t mean to snap. i’m just... so tired. ❞

❝ sleep doesn’t help anymore. it just delays the crash. ❞

❝ the world feels louder when you haven’t slept. ❞

❝ i’m unraveling, thread by thread. ❞

❝ every second awake feels like it’s clawing at my brain. ❞

❝ i’m afraid if i close my eyes, you’ll be gone when i wake up. ❞

❝ i’ve been running on survival mode for too long. ❞

❝ this isn’t living, this is drifting. ❞

❝ sometimes being awake hurts less than the dreams. ❞

❝ i don’t know if i’m tired or if i’m just... done. ❞

❝ my thoughts keep looping like a broken record. ❞

❝ i keep thinking maybe i’ll rest when it’s all over. ❞

❝ i can’t sleep. not when you’re still hurting. ❞

❝ i keep waiting for morning, but it never comes. ❞

❝ my body aches like grief. ❞

❝ i’m holding on. barely. ❞

❝ i’m so tired, i forgot why i started this. ❞

[galahadsboy]

Muse: Rokk

Plot: Rokk doesn't understand how laundry works

Open to: Men, other heroes, friends, civilians, roomate

"I think this jacket may be the only thing that I have that's clean and I don't know where replace the clothes with clean ones" he said lying on his bed in only a grey hoodie unzipped to show off his nude body.

[unlicensed-field-medic]

-Open Starter-

[Will sits at his little desk in the infirmary, a desk covered in paper that looks wrinkled and folded and much less organized than the ones he usually makes nowadays, though they're still in his handwriting. The papers are stained with old blood from years ago, which is also different than the papers he usually is seen messing with.]

[There are also like three lamps in the room all turned on extremely bright and pointed right at him in contrast with the dark of night outside the infirmary as Will flips through papers, mumbling vaguely to himself, an opague water bottle by his side]

[He doesnt even seem to notice he has company in this room, less of a room and more just curtained off with dark light-blocking sheets]

(What do you do?)

Anyone can interact

Literally please I love any interaction

[carousel-anon-aka-alexander]

Open starter: Young Emperor (based in the future)

*Alex was now 22 or 23. He was still growing his empire but it was already quite larger then you would expect for such a young emperor. He was busy planning his next moves in a upcoming battle when you found him. Dark circles under his eyes from a lack of sleep and a slim frame from not eating enough. He also had a few of his old plushies sitting in his lap. He did not expect someone to walk in but he smiled as you did*

tags: anyone can interact! You can decide wherever your character is in this point in time! @just-a-mer @mini-assassin-osiris @the-great-emperor-commodus @thrpr0phetuseek @1ceyanonhasarrived @roselio-and-the-thorn

[another-argo]

>>Open Starter<<

Ghosting

(c'mon, you didn't think I'd stay gone, did you?)

Argo's room had stayed empty for weeks after his death. Only a few people knew where his grave was; so some people took it upon themselves to put offerings in his room instead of on his grave.

It's been a few weeks- to a month or two. The wound still hurts.. but life progresses.

The strangest thing about that is.. any offerings that Argo would've VERY MUCH enjoyed.. disappeared. Any daggers? Gone. Sour candy? Gone aswell.

You think that it's just a coincidence. Maybe- maybe people are actually just bad at this whole offering thing! If Argo was still alive he wouldn't have accepted the gifts anyways.

Because of Argo's room becoming a public tribute, even some kids from camp have managed to slip in- maybe to pay respects, maybe to swear out the bastard one more time, maybe just to pretend they knew him better than they really did.

You thought the noise coming from Argo's room was another camper- or one of his adopted siblings- in there again.

But then there was a crash.

Then another crash.

And something deep- something dark inside you lights. Your immeadiate thought is Eris. Only Theo actually saw the dead body- maybe she didn't die.

You brace yourself for a fight before you open the door and see.. Argo.

Emotions flood you in a giant wave- looking at your dead friend- or enemy- or.. whatever Argo was to you. For a moment, you think it was all a bad dream.

But Argo.. doesn't notice you. He's enamored with this stuffed rabbit.. playing with it like a little kid. He's holding a piece of a wooden block in their other hand, unwilling to let it go.

Argo hums a small tune under their breath. Their hair has gotten longer- and the blonde has grown to be majority of his hair. His eyes are a watercolor of brown and blue now- and he just looks.. transparent?

Argo moves over to some more of the offerings. There are a million different bouquets- but he picks up one that Commodus left for him- tucking a flower into his feather crown.

They put everything down- except they put the wood block in their pocket.

They look at the many daggers that were left to them. Picking some up and inspecting them.

Argo still seems completely oblivious to your presence..

What do you do?

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