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writing prompts - angst dialogue prompts (angst. angst romance. etc.) "I'm so mad at you. Actually no, I'm not mad. I'm really fucking disappointed." "Do. Not. Turn. This. On. Me." "Every single fight we've had, I still protect you to my friends. I don't love you any less. I'm just sick of us. Sometimes too much of a good thing can be a bad thing." "No matter the advice I give you, you seem to take it too late." "Please be safe... For the love of god, please be safe..." "I'm sick of my mum always being disappointed in me." "I'm sick of being the excuse." "Sometimes I forget how sad I am...and then when its dark outside and all the people I know are in bed....it hits me that I hate being here." "Hey, humans are social people, don't apologise for asking to hang out." "What happened before...to make you apologise now?" "You know how in movies about Victorian times...there's usually a grand party? Well, you know how when the dances happen its sort of the one time they can talk, I assume thats because people talking outside of the dance could raise rumours...well. You only talk to me while we're dancing. You're worried about what others would think...of me."

writing prompts dialogue -  (romantic angst/sad romance) “I would give my life to keep you safe.” “Aren't we in a good mood today?” “Oh, I get it. You're trying to weasel your way out of having to practice.” “I screwed up. I know.” “I did a pregnancy test.” “The way you flirt is shameful.” “I’m ready to try again, if you are...?” “I’ll find her and bring her home, I promise.” “Try focusing on your life more than mine.” “You’re still single? Its been more than a year.” “I don’t like your new shampoo.” actions -  Person A tries getting Person B out of bed and knows the only way they will is by hugging them. They haven’t been together in months now, sometimes things occur and they hang out and usually crash at each others places. Person A gets into bed beside Person B and hugs them, but ends up falling asleep too. All their friends are round and its awkward for Person A and B to see each other again but as the night goes on they all loosen up by playing games and drinking whiskey. About two in the morning they decided to watch a movie. Person B’s best friend is laid out on the sofa and they are sitting near each other, but Person A is also on the sofa and when everyone starts getting tired Person A instinctively out of habit lays their head on Person B’s lap and Person B does nothing to correct them or stop them and just tangles their fingers into Person A’s hair.

This user is a daydreamer

Requested by: @decapitatedalien

i love my friends so much. the fact that i know multiple people who have respect for me and whom have stood up for me, and the fact i share the same respect towards them. how they’ve always been there for me, even if they don’t understand in any situations i’ve got myself into. they are the people i trust the most, and i share my photography with them, my writing, my music. everything i create i always second guess until someone tells me its worthy of other people seeing it, and i don’t usually even show my parents or family what i make. when i show someone something before i post it that means i trust them with everything. i have social anxiety and a major part of that is a fear of peoples judgement and the fact i know my friends will never judge me. sometimes i fear they will but i know they won’t. my best friend has been in my life for almost seven years. god damn. i need to message my friends and tell them i love them. bye.

Elle looked at Mina, struggling against the grasp of the chains against the wall. Mina sobbed as Giles grabbed her hair “Tell me how you fucking found me,” she made eye contact with him and spat in his face. Giles raised his fist to hit her and Elle braved herself for seeing her friend be hurt but Mina grabbed his wrist “Touch me and I promise you I will destroy you.”

ok but enough of that “touch her and i’ll kill you” trope, i want my badass female main character to have “touch ME and i’ll kill you” energy

chained up or forced to wear a straightjacket // stabbed in the shoulder or bitten by a monster // masquerade ball or dinner party // stormy night or winter forest // dungeon or tower // sudden collapse or bandaged up // poisoned or drained of blood // experimented on or bedridden // nightmares or hallucinations // attacked by a monster or transformed into one // betrayal or lost love // castle or cottage // seaside or garden // hanged or strapped down // damsel in distress or ghostly maiden // haunted portrait or haunted mirror // guilt or insanity // immortality or untimely death // thunderstorm or snowstorm // imprisoned monster or angry ghost // laboratory or library // cemetery or portrait gallery // secret cellar or secret attic // hanging chandeliers or melting candelabras // body horror or creature horror // howling wind or eerie silence

This or That, Gothic Edition

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chained up or forced to wear a straightjacket // stabbed in the shoulder or bitten by a monster // masquerade ball or dinner party // stormy night or winter forest // dungeon or tower // sudden collapse or bandaged up // poisoned or drained of blood // experimented on or bedridden // nightmares or hallucinations // attacked by a monster or transformed into one // betrayal or lost love // castle or cottage // seaside or garden // hanged or strapped down // damsel in distress or ghostly maiden // haunted portrait or haunted mirror // guilt or insanity // immortality or untimely death // thunderstorm or snowstorm // imprisoned monster or angry ghost // laboratory or library // cemetery or portrait gallery // secret cellar or secret attic // hanging chandeliers or melting candelabras // body horror or creature horror // howling wind or eerie silence

the Kim Line scolded me because i farted y'all

ok i'm bored let's play this:

yoongi licked my face because i sent him nudes........................... 😶

(alt text:) this system is protector heavy

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requests are open :)

everyday is the same, its on repeat, over and over. i want to escape. i want to break free. i want to run. run...run......