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[bun3333s]

do u have advive on making ur writing flow beautifully? Or how to put the vision into worde? Whenever I read ur work I just go "wow it's so beautiful, how can i write like that?"

Also, do u plan ur work beforehand or do u just go with the flow?

On Writing Vision & Voice

Thank you! And splendid question!

♡ How I Get Started

Usually, I’ve had an idea beforehand. It doesn’t have to be anything big, just a teensy little daydream, or something I’ve seen or read that’s inspired me. 

For example, for PIECE OF CAKE, I simply had the thought of a yandere forcing the reader to eat cake. It wasn’t much on its own, but then I got started on creating a narrative around that, filling in the gaps of why he would do that and how they would come to that. And voila, I suddenly had both a fleshed-out character and a plot going on.

Other times, I suddenly get this entire dialogue sequence out of nowhere. This usually happens when I’m lying awake in bed, or sitting in my thoughts on the train for longer periods, or anywhere where the only thing I have to occupy myself is daydreaming. Here, I usually just jot down the dialogue and whatever tiny cues I picture in my head, and leave it for later. Then later,  I fill in all the actions, thought processes, and scene descriptions whenever I’m better situated to write it all out.

You can really tell when one of my works has been based on dialogue first or simply an idea, as those texts based on dialogue are very dialogue-heavy, whereas those based on lone ideas rarely have any at all. 

Take, for example, GAMER-RAGE, which was based on an idea I got from watching a YouTube streamer called Asmongold. It has little to no dialogue, even though it’s one of my longer texts. Then take this fic called LOOSE SCREWS. You’ll notice it’s almost purely dialogue from start to finish, and that’s because it essentially started off as a script.

Other times, when I’m all out of ideas or dialogue, I’ll kickstart myself with a prompt, typically just a word or concept, like VIRGIN BOY or BRUISER BOYFRIEND, where I’ll just sit and see what comes to mind. 

Here’s a General Prompt List you can check out, and here’s another NSFW-oriented one. There are dozens of others out there for you to use when you’re feeling a little sapped for inspo.

In this edition of the Helpdesk, I write a bit more on getting inspired: On Ideas & Inspo.

♡ My Writing Style

How to make things flow? 

Well, it’s a complicated question since it boils down to quite a few things. Wording is one, sentence structure is another, then there’s point of view, and my authorial choices of what to include as well as when, where, and how I include it.

I explain a bit about wording in this previous Helpdesk edition called Vocabulary Tips & Tricks. I also explain a few things about point of view and authorial choices in this edition, On Focal Points & The Power of Persuasion, and this one, On Scene Descriptions. More on point of view is also discussed in this edition, On Reader Inserts.

All these things factor into how the entire text flows. But I suppose I can give a few tips on flow overall.

The first and easiest tip is to write straightforwardly from your head—don’t get hung up on spelling or grammar in the first run, just write what you instinctively see of the scene in question. This way, you’ll only be including what stands out and is important. It’s not important that the text is understandable or even readable to others; all you have to focus on are the core elements of the scene. Not to be confused with the core plot points, core elements can be anything you want to focus on, from a certain emotion, a certain action, a certain dialogue sentence, a certain angle, or whatever the idea rests on.

In the next round, you read and implement other things you think should be included. Here, you should assume the position of an unbiased reader. So, anything anyone wouldn’t understand, you explain by including more descriptions, such as actions, thoughts, and surroundings.

In the third round, you reread and start to change things up. Here, it can be helpful to mark things in red. This would be anything you feel disrupts the flow. Is there anywhere in the text where the vibe is off, or anything that reads as boring, anything that stunts the action where it shouldn’t? Anything at all where something sticks out or does something to the reading experience that it shouldn’t, mark it as red. This also includes anything you just don’t like, obviously.

And then, in the fourth round, you work on fixing those things. See if they can be deleted, or if you can move them someplace else, phrase it differently or more concisely, leave it to be read between the lines instead. 

This can be hard. Sometimes I’ll write descriptions that I really like, but end up needing to scrap them because they don’t do anything for the text. Rather, the opposite, they disrupt the flow.

This type of self-editing was referred to by William Faulkner as Kill your darlings. And it basically means that you have to erase parts of your writing or certain ideas that stand in the way of the big picture, even though you hold love for them.

What I like to do though, to make the process easier for myself and so that I don’t feel like I’m actively throwing parts of myself into the furnace, is to save all those things I cut from the text and store them in their own document so that I might make use of them differently some other time.

But anyway, back to the process.

At this point, you should just repeat rounds three and four until you feel you’ve achieved a nice flow.

After doing things for some time, it integrates itself into your writing method, and you start doing it instinctively without thinking. As I work now, I simply write and reread a few times, making changes as I go. But if I were to break it up, then this four-step routine is essentially what I do.

Hope it helps!

♡ NIGHTMARE'S HELPDESK

[bun3333s]

helpdesk! How do you go about writing a story? like, regarding plot points and climax and all that. i know you covered it a bit in a previous helpdesk, but i'd be really interested in a full walkthrough if you're feeling up to it!

i know these helpdesk posts must take a lot of time, so thank you so much, they're really interesting and helpful!!

On The Recipe of a Good Story

Thank you, and terrific question!

♡ The Recipe of a Good Story!

There are a million ways to write a story. 

Good stories, however, usually follow a recipe. 

Now, there are plenty of different versions of this recipe, some may include a few more steps than others that only stick to the core acts, but they’re all more or less the same.

The recipe I’m about to divulge is one I've made for myself. It consists of several of these recipes, all of which I studied over the years while getting my bachelor's degree in copywriting.

ACT ONE—we’re chilling mostly…

♡ Foreshadowing!

In Foreshadowing, there will either be a sneak peek of the future or a scene from the past. This is one of the few optional steps, which I'll explain later, but first,

Examples:

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring:

Galadriel explains the story of The Ring.

I’m including this here for reference. The book doesn’t start this way, but with Exposition/Introduction, which we’ll cover next.  

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone:

Dumbledore is standing outside the Dursleys' with McGonagall. Hagrid arrives, and they drop baby Harry off on the Dursleys' doorstep.

Again, I’m including this here for reference. The book doesn’t start this way, but with Exposition/Introduction.

Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith:

The classic Star Wars newsletter rolls down the screen, telling us how Sith Lord Count Dooku and General Grievous have kidnapped Chancellor Palpatine, and how two Jedi Knights are leading a mission to rescue him. 

Despicable Me:

“Someone” has stolen the Great Pyramid of Giza and replaced it with a blow-up fake.

Again, this works in the film, but it would be hard to have made it work in a book.

Bad start, but honestly, I wouldn’t recommend starting with foreshadowing. A flashback or a glimpse of the final act may sound meta and cool, but having one in the very beginning can throw the reader off, so I’d advise against it unless you know exactly what you’re doing.

I’d say it works better in movies and series, such as the examples above. 

That’s not to say flashbacks should never be included in books, but I think they’re better off being added later in the story where they can provide context while also being supported by context.

♡ Exposition/Introduction!

Here, the MC and their current situation are introduced. The audience is shown what the MC cares about, and something valuable that can be put at stake is created, thus giving a glimpse of the MC’s fears. This is how most books and movies start.

Examples:

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring:

Gandalf arrives in The Shire, and we meet Frodo and Bilbo. The Shire is setting up for Bilbo’s 111th birthday. Bilbo tells Gandalf that he plans to leave and that he’s passing The Ring on to Frodo. Bilbo explicitly says that Frodo loves and wants to grow old in the Shire, so having to leave the Shire or anything that puts the Shire at risk would be Frodo’s biggest fear.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone:

We meet Harry Potter, who lives with his aunt, uncle, and cousin, who treat him poorly. It’s hinted and shown that Harry has magical powers. In contrast to Frodo, Harry doesn’t have a place he cares about. Here, the fear is staying with the Dursleys. And his wants are to have friends and a real family.

Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith:

We know from Episode II. Anakin, like never before, is itchy to be fully let off the leash and is annoyed with the Jedi Council for not recognizing him as the chosen one. He and Obi-Wan are like brothers. Anakin and Padme are married in secret—another reason behind his annoyance with the Jedi, given that they don't allow Jedi Knights to have personal commitments. Anakin has developed respect for Chancellor Palpatine, with whom he shares another personal commitment.

The Avengers:

The Avengers are introduced one by one. Cap tells Nick Fury that they should have left the Tessaract in the Ocean, hinting at his fears of history repeating itself. Banner expresses a fear of becoming the Hulk. Tony wants to spend time with Pepper, meaning not putting on the suit for a while. Natasha fears losing Hawkeye. Thor fears Loki causing havoc on Earth and wants to bring him home to Asgard.

Despicable Me:

Gru is introduced, and we get to see his despicable personality. He has minions and an old man named Doctor Nefarious living in his basement. He’s giving a slide show of everything they’ve managed to steal in the last years. It’s made clear that he didn’t steal the pyramid, which also shows his fears, given that his reputation as the best villain of all time is at risk. To fix this, he says that he plans to steal the Moon with a little help from the bank.

In short, who the character is, what they want, and what they fear should be established here in the Expo/Intro.

♡ Inciting Incident!

A happening that gives the MC a new goal, motivation, opportunity, or that triggers their fear, thus setting the plot in motion. In other words, either something valuable is put at stake, or something valuable is now achievable.

Examples:

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring:

With some hesitance, Bilbo leaves The Ring to Frodo. 

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone:

Harry receives a letter inviting him to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith:

Chancellor Palpatine gets kidnapped by Count Dooku.

The Avengers:

Loki arrives through the Tesseract. He takes control of Hawkeye and Erik and runs away with them and the Tesseract.

Despicable Me:

The Inciting Incident here is actually in the opening sequence, where Vector has stolen the Great Pyramid of Giza. This has already made Gru anxious to one-up him, even though he doesn’t know who this other villain is.

♡ Plot Point One!

As a result of the Inciting Incident, a new development ensues.

Examples:

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring:

Gandalf discovers it’s the One Ring and tells Frodo that Sauron’s Ringwraiths will come for it, triggering Frodo’s fear that the Shire will be destroyed. Gandalf explains how he can’t take the ring himself, and that Frodo must keep it and journey with it to the Prancing Pony, where he’ll meet him after he’s visited his old mentor. Sam, who was caught eavesdropping, joins Frodo, and they leave the Shire together.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone:

When Harry doesn’t reply to any of the letters, Hagrid comes and collects him, then helps him get ready for school. Meanwhile, we learn more about Harry, Voldemort, and the wizarding world.

Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith:

The Jedi Council dispatches Anakin and Obi-Wan to save Palpatine.

The Avengers:

Cap, Stark, and Widow go after Loki. They’re not working as a team yet, but they manage to capture him nonetheless. Then, Thor comes and they all have a mini-fight, during which Loki does not seize the opportunity to escape.

Despicable Me:

Gru goes to the bank to have his plan of stealing the moon sponsored, but the bank tells him to come back when he has the Shrink Ray.

♡ Fun & Games!

These events don’t have to be fun or include any games, but act as a bridge where the MC goes from A to B, either literally or figuratively. There’s usually a mini-plot going on here where the MC is investigating, searching for, or journeying towards something.

Examples:

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring:

Frodo and Sam begin travelling to the Prancing Pony. They get intercepted by Merry and Pippin, who end up joining them in a turbulent turn of events. Once they get to the Prancing Pony, Gandalf isn’t there, so they decide to wait for him.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone:

Harry attends Hogwarts and meets Ron, Hermione, and Malfoy. He gets sorted into Gryffindor. Harry has fun at Hogwarts—attends classes, learns to fly, and saves Hermione from the dungeon troll; they’re all good friends now. He also gets the cloak of invisibility for Christmas. Harry and company are investigating the Philosopher’s Stone and start suspecting Snape of wanting to steal the Stone.

Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith:

Suspicions about Chancellor Palpatine are rising within the Jedi Council. Anakin, who has been groomed by Palpatine, becomes even more annoyed with the Jedi Council.

The Avengers:

Many convos are held on the hellicarrier. Stark is infiltrating SHIELD’s system, trying to get to the bottom of what they were using the Tesseract for. Inspired by Stark, Cap investigates on foot. Widow goes to interrogate Loki. Banner is studying Loki’s scepter, with Stark’s help.

Despicable Me:

Gru tries to steal the Shrink Ray, but Vector beats him to it. Gru then tries to steal the Shrink Ray from Vector, but fails. Gru develops a plan to steal the Shrink Ray using the Girl Scouts as a distraction, and so he adopts them. By using the girls as a distraction, Gru manages to steal the Shrink Ray, and he and the girls go to Super Silly Fun Land.

♡ Rising Suspense!

This is where the plot usually thickens and tends to happen simultaneously with Fun & Games. Things are becoming increasingly more dangerous, risky, convoluted, or secretive—tensions and suspense are rising. Here, the MC will try to solve or escape their problem, exploiting opportunities and falling for temptations, thus increasing the risk factor.

Examples:

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring:

Frodo struggles to resist the call of The Ring while the crew gets hunted by the Ringwraiths. And by accidentally using the ring, Frodo leads the Ringwraiths right to them. Enter Aragorn, who helps them.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone:

Harry finds the Mirror of Erised while exploring the castle, using it to fill the gap made by his dead parents. Also, due to their dislike of Snape, Harry and company rule out the possibility of there being any other culprit.

Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith:

Palpatine keeps whispering in Anakin’s ear, further sowing his doubts and turning him against the Jedi.

The Avengers:

Stark and Cap uncover that SHIELD was using the Tesseract as a power source to make weapons. Widow discovers that Loki plans on unleashing the Hulk. None of the Avengers are cooperating. They’re all being secretive and arrogant, thus blind to the fact that Loki is successfully manipulating them all.

Despicable Me:

During his efforts to steal the Shrink Ray, Gru has grown attached to the Girls. He even wants to postpone stealing the moon so as not to miss the girls’ ballet recital. Doctor Nefarious has expressed concerns about this, but Gru is being wishy-washy both about the girls and the moon operation.

ACT TWO — shit’s about to get real!

♡ Pinch One — Conflict!

The accumulated suspense leads to trouble, confrontation, or the MC hitting a snag.

Examples:

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring:

The Witch-King stabs Frodo with a Morgul Blade. Arwen and Frodo are getting chased by the Ringwraiths, but she handles it. Still, Frodo nearly dies, but thanks to Arwen and Lord Elrond, he wakes up in Rivendell, only to see that Gandalf is there. Gandalf tells his story about Saruman’s betrayal and his grand escape.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone:

Harry and crew are caught outside the castle after dark and get sent to detention with Malfoy.

Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith:

Padme is pregnant. Which is complicated given that Jedi aren’t allowed to have relationships. Also, Anakin keeps having dreams of Padme dying during childbirth. Palpatine tells Anakin that he knows of a way to save Padme.

The Avengers:

Loki’s scepter is causing everyone to bicker, keeping them distracted and disorganized. Everything is going according to his plan.

Despicable Me:

Doctor Nefarious decides to give the girls up as they’re distracting Gru from his goals.

♡ Midpoint!

A turning point where the premise changes—a big event that makes it harder for the MC to keep their fears at bay. Either things take a turn for the worse, the Bad Guy becomes stronger or closer, or things prove more difficult than what was once believed.

Examples:

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring:

Because no one is fit for the job, Frodo volunteers to take the ring to Mordor. The Fellowship of the Ring is formed, and they set out on their journey.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone:

Harry meets Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest, but is saved by Firenze, the Centaur.

Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith:

Because of his conflicting loyalties between the Jedi and the Chancellor, as well as his own selfish desires, Anakin is denied the rank of Master, further turning him against the Jedi.

The Avengers:

A brainwashed Hawkeye attacks the helicarrier, and the unprepared and disorganized Avengers are thrust into even more chaos.

Despicable Me:

Gru goes to space and steals the moon, only to realize that the girls are more important to him.

♡ Pinch Two — Conflict!

Following the Midpoint, there’s even more trouble or something the MC has to do.

Examples:

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring:

The Fellowship is struggling to cross the Misty Mountains because of Saruman's hexing. Frodo decides they’ll go through Moria, where they get attacked by goblins and a Balrog. Gandalf battles the Balrog.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone:

There’s a Quidditch Game. “Snape” is hexing the broom and thus is proven to be the bad guy, as the trio has suspected all along.

Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith:

Mace Windu confronts Palpatine. Palpatine is shown as a full-blown Sith lord. Anakin arrives at the scene.

The Avengers:

Widow has to run away from an unleashed Hulk. Thor comes to the rescue, and they fight. Widow finds Hawkeye, and they fight. Meanwhile, Stark and Cap are working on fixing the turbines.

Despicable Me:

Gru has to hurry back to Earth to get to the ballet recital on time.

♡ Plot Point Two!

The conflict ends with a big bang!

Examples:

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring:

Gandalf gets snagged by the Balrog's whip, telling the others to run before he’s pulled down, falling to his “death”.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone:

Harry and company go to tell Dumbledore that Snape was the one hexing Harry’s broom, but he tells them not to worry.

Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith:

In order to protect Palpatine, Anakin “kills” Mace Windu.

The Avengers:

Loki “kills” Agent Coulson and escapes.

Despicable Me:

Gru’s too late, the ballet recital is already over.

♡ Low Point!

This is the part where the story comes to a pause. All action is at a standstill. Suffering from the last defeat or lured into a false sense of safety, the MC is swimming in his feelings, not yet having decided what he should do next.

Examples:

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring:

The Fellowship mourns Gandalf and is dealt a massive blow in morale. Frodo is doubting whether he can do this, and even tries pawning The Ring off to Galadriel.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone:

Harry and company are left at a loss as no one believes them about Snape, Voldemort, and the danger the Philosopher's Stone is in.

Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith:

Head spiraling, Anakin is still torn between the Jedi and Palpatine, second-guessing his decision to have murdered Mace Windu.

The Avengers:

The Avengers mourn the “death” of Agent Coulson and are dealing with doubts and shame over their poor actions.

Despicable Me:

Dejected, Gru sits down on the seat that was saved for him, holding a note left there by the girls, only to find out that Vector has taken them.

ACT THREE — THE FINAL ACT — this is it, guys!

♡ New Plan!

The MC pulls themselves together and makes a new plan.

Examples:

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring:

Instead of taking The Ring, Lady Galadriel restores Frodo's conviction, and the Fellowship continues its journey.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone:

Harry and crew decide to stop Voldemort and “Snape” on their own.

Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith:

Prompted by his promise to save Padme, Anakin decides to side with Palpatine.

The Avengers:

The Avengers suit up.

Despicable Me:

Gru goes to get the girls back.

♡ Point of No Return!

The MC is backed into a corner and forced to make a hard choice, either to face his biggest fear or run away. This is where a character either achieves True Self or falls to the Dark Side. Meaning: they either conquer their fears or succumb to them.

Examples:

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring:

After Boromir tries to steal The Ring, Frodo understands that he can’t trust that the others won’t be affected by its powers, and plans to go off on his own.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone:

The chess game leaves Ron injured with Hermione staying behind to help him, and Harry comes to terms with the fact that he and he alone has to continue.

Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith:

“Execute Order 66.” Anakin slaughters the young padawans and everyone else in the Jedi temple, fully embracing the Dark Side.

The Avengers:

Loki succeeds in opening the portal, and things go from a skirmish to a full-blown alien invasion, forcing the Avengers to work as a team.

Despicable Me:

Gru gives up the moon in exchange for the girls, proving that they’re more important to him.

♡ Pinch Three — Crisis!

The final conflict ensues, the biggest pinch yet. It’s a full-on crisis. 

Examples:

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring:

The Orcs catch up to the Fellowship. Boromir is killed, and Merry and Pippin get taken.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone:

Harry arrives at the scene without any fucking plan.

Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith:

Obi-Wan lands his ship to confront Anakin, and they argue.

The Avengers:

While fighting the Chitauri, the Avengers are desperately trying to figure out a way to close the portal.

Despicable Me:

Vector keeps the girls anyway, and Gru must continue the chase to get them back.

♡ Plot Twist!

Something extra to keep the excitement. This is not always necessary.

Examples:

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring:

Sam follows Frodo, but can’t fucking swim.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone:

It was never Snape, but Professor Quirrell. Voldemort was underneath his headpiece all along. The Stone is in Harry’s pocket.

Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith:

Anakin chokes Padme with the power of the dark side, accusing her of siding with Obi-Wan.

The Avengers:

On top of everything, there’s a fucking bomb on the way to New York City.

Despicable Me:

The effects of the Shrink Ray are temporary, and the bigger the objects are, the faster they go back to their real size, meaning it’s only a matter of time before the moon reverts back to normal.

♡ Climax!

The stakes have never been higher. The MC must figure something out quickly.

Examples:

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring:

Sam is about to drown.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone:

Professor Quirrell attacks Harry.

Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith:

Anakin chases Obi-Wan, but comes up short as Obi-Wan has the high ground.

The Avengers:

After a failed call to Pepper, Stark decides to fly the nuke up through the portal anyway. Wanting to wait for Stark to come back, Cap makes a tough call and orders Widow to close the portal before the bomb blows.

Despicable Me:

Edith and Agnes have jumped. Gru tells Margo to jump, promising her that he’ll never let them go again.

♡ Finale!

The final outcome of the MC's decisions.

Examples:

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring:

Frodo saves Sam and allows him to join him.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone:

Harry defeats Quirrel and Voldemort for now and passes out.

Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith:

Anakin loses to Obi-Wan, getting his legs cut off, then is left for dead in the lava.

The Avengers:

New York is saved! The Chitauri all die when the nuke blows up their mothership. And despite the odds, Stark makes it through the portal before it closes.

Despicable Me:

Edith jumps, and Gru catches her. They watch the moon climb the sky up to its rightful place.

♡ Celebration/Funeral!

It’s a wrap! Here, there might be a celebration, a grim funeral, or something like that.

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring:

Sam and Frodo continue their journey to Mount Doom while Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli go after Merry and Pippin.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone:

Harry and Dumbledore talk when Harry wakes up. Ron and Hermione are shown safe and sound. Points are dealt, Gryffindor wins, and the banners change. They all go home for the summer break.

The Avengers:

The news shows people's reaction to the Avengers. The remaining A on Stark Tower is symbolic of their triumph.

Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith:

Padme dies from heartbreak while giving birth to Luke and Leia. Anakin becomes Darth Vader, and Palpatine tells him that he killed his wife in his rage.

Despicable Me:

Gru, the girls, the minions, Doctor Nefarious, and Gru’s mom all celebrate under the moonshine.

♡ The Final Kick!

Especially in a franchise, there’s a set-up for the bigger oncoming story, there might be one last little plot twist, someone we thought died, actually survived, someone we thought survived is revealed to be wounded or sick with something, or just any old regular cliffhanger or teaser. Other times, there’s one last little funny scene.

Examples:

The Avengers:

The Avengers eat Shwarma as a team.

Despicable Me:

Vector is shown in space with a bubble helmet.

But, as with the optional Sneak Peek of the Future or Past Events, this one also works better in movies, and is another one of the few steps that are optional.

♡ Messy Recipe…

Now that we've covered the full Recipe of a Story, it's time to get cooking. Meaning, there’s room for a bit of switching up the order without it completely fucking up the final outcome.

As in Despicable Me’s example, the Inciting Incident happens before the Expo/Intro. Similarly, as was stated, Fun&Games tends to happen simultaneously with Rising Suspense, while other times Fun&Games slowly merge with Rising Suspense, or they’ll come across as two clearly separated parts of the story.

Also, regarding Foreshadowing. In movies, this can happen at the start before anything else, like in the examples. But as I mentioned, this doesn’t usually happen in books. Foreshadowing in books, in the form of flashbacks or flashforwards, tends to happen after we’ve gotten to know the characters better, where either will be supported by context and supply context.

Then, there’s the case of identifying the Low Point. As was listed, this can be anything from a sense that all hope is lost, where the MC seems to have given up, or that the MC is lured into a false sense of peace and safety, where things seem to have gone back to normal, a calm before the storm, only for something to prompt them back into action.

For example, in a romance, this is the point where the MC seems to have accepted that they just weren’t meant to be, only to be reminded of their love somehow, and thus being inspired to take action.

But there’s an important definition here that I must stress; the Low Point is defined by a lack of action, a standstill where the rest of the story is uncertain, not the MC being sad. That being said, however, it usually does entail the MC being sad and feeling defeated, but that isn’t the distinction. 

For example, in The Batman, with Robert Pattinson, the Low Point comes after the Riddler has been locked up in Arkham. The bad guy has been captured, the action comes to a stop, and Batman is thinking it’s all over, there’s a false sense of safety, only for Riddler’s real plan to be revealed, forcing Batman to make a New Plan.

Another thing to discuss is the Point of No Return. This is the part of the story when the MC makes that defining decision, achieving True Self, or failing and falling to the Dark Side. Meaning, they either face their biggest fear or succumb to it.

This is, of course, referred to as the True Self and the Dark Side because of Anakin’s story in Revenge of the Sith. Usually, we see characters achieve their True Self, triumphing over their fears, but in the Tragedy, we see them fail to do this. For example, if Anakin had turned against Palpatine after understanding that he was Sith, then he would have achieved True Self, as we see him do in episode six, Return of the Jedi, when he decides to help Luke. 

Not me nerding out, but before watching the movie, we think the title Return of the Jedi refers to the Jedi as a whole. However, given that Anakin returns from the dark side to the light, becoming a Jedi again, it gives a hidden meaning to the title, referring to Anakin specifically. This would then make the title itself one huge foreshadowing spoiler.

I mean, as a storyteller, you gotta love Star Wars.

However, back to the significance of the Point of No Return, and whether MC achieves their True Self or falls to the Dark Side.

As I said, MC falling to the Dark Side is very uncommon. That being said, though we see it in Revenge of the Sith, we actually also see it in The Lord of the Rings as well, where in the final movie, Return of the King, Frodo falls to the Dark Side when he decides to keep The Ring for himself. If it weren’t for Sam, or ultimately Smeagol, the entire story would have been a Tragedy.

But yes, anyway, in most stories we see the MC achieve True Self, not falling to the Dark Side. However, I should make clear that the Dark Side, though sounding very evil, doesn’t have to be evil in a literal sense.

In a romance, for example, the MC’s issue is usually a fear of commitment. Here, achieving True Self happens when they conquer that fear and choose love. The Dark Side would be them giving in to that fear and letting the love go.

And so, the True Self and the Dark Side don’t refer to good and evil, but to the MC either conquering their fears or letting their fear win.

Moving on! Following the Point of No Return comes the Crisis. Then the Climax and then the Finale.

Short stories and novellas, however, don’t always follow the recipe all the way to the Finale. Sometimes they'll drop off right after the Crisis or the Plot Twist, and let the rest be up to the reader to decide. Otherwise, the outcome of the Crisis will be hinted at, therefore leaving no need for the final Climax and Finale.

But most of the time, I’d say no matter how short the story is, it should and will follow this recipe.

Take, for example, one of my short stories: Sex Therapist Nanami:

ACT ONE — we’re chilling, mostly…

Expo/Intro: The reader’s fear of sex and intimacy is causing her issues, which she wants to fix.

Inciting Incident: To fix her issues, the reader starts seeing Doctor Nanami.

Plot Point One: Nanami diagnoses the reader with Virgin Anxiety.

Fun & Games: Nanami “helps” the reader to overcome her anxiety.

Rising Suspense: Nanami’s “help” turns out to be sketchy as fuck.

ACT TWO — shit’s about to get real!

Pinch One — Conflict: Nanami tells the reader that her anxiety is due to never having seen a real cock before.

Midpoint: Nanami shows the reader his dick.

Pinch Two — Conflict: Feeling uncomfortable, the reader wonders if Nanami is right.

Plot Point Two: The reader listens to Nanami and touches his cock.

Low Point: There's a false sense of safety before more of Nanami’s real intentions are revealed.

ACT THREE — THE FINAL ACT — this is it, boys!

New Plan: The reader realizes she doesn’t want this anymore.

Point of No Return: The reader tells Nanami to stop.

Pinch Three — Crisis: Nanami ignores the reader.

Plot  Twist: The reader sort of enjoys it.

Climax: Nanami puts the reader in a full nelson and gives her the real thing.

Finale: Nanami finishes in the reader’s mouth.

Celebration/Funeral: The reader feels violated and terrified.

The Final Kick: Nanami divulges the rest of his plan to institutionalize the reader.

♡ The Seven Basic Plots by Booker

This is also something interesting you can look into. 

After having read many, many, many great works, Christopher Booker came to the simple conclusion that there only existed seven plots in which a story can unfold.

But that can’t be true, you might say, and you’d be right. “I was waiting for the bus, and then the bus came,” is also a story, and a plot not accounted for in The Seven Basic Plots.

However, it would be safe to say that “I waited for the bus, then the bus came,” is not a very good story, as it doesn't follow the Recipe of a Good Story.

Booker argues something similar, that every great story ever written falls into one of these seven basic plots:

♡ Overcoming the Monster

The protagonist sets out to defeat an antagonistic force, most often evil, that threatens the protagonist, the protagonist's homeland, or both.

Examples:

The Avengers and Harry Potter are examples of this. Another good example is Jaws.

♡ Rags To Riches

The poor protagonist acquires power, wealth, a mate, or all of the above, loses it all, then gains it back, growing as a person as a result.

Examples:

Many children's stories follow this plot, but I think the best example is Bruce Almighty. 

♡ The Quest

The protagonist and company set out to acquire an important object or to get to a location. They face temptations and other obstacles along the way.

Examples:

The Lord of the Rings belongs here. And, I’ll be brave and say that most heist movies fall into this category as well.

♡ Voyage and Return

The protagonist goes to a strange land and, after overcoming the threats it poses or learning important lessons unique to that location, returns with experience.

Examples:

The Hobbit, and all your favorite children’s stories, such as Alice in Wonderland, Peter Pan, and Narnia, also belong in this category, as well as Back to the Future.

♡ Comedy

Comedy features a light and humorous MC with a happy or cheerful ending. But comedy is about more than just humor. It refers to a pattern where the conflict becomes increasingly chaotic, with many confusions, misunderstandings, and awkward moments, but is finally made plain in a single clarifying event. Here, the MC’s triumph in the plot is highlighted.

Examples:

The majority of romance films fall into this category, such as Just Go With It, Forgetting Sarah Marshal, Bridget Jones Diary, and My Big Fat Greek Wedding.

♡ Tragedy

The protagonist is a hero with a major character flaw or commits a great mistake, which is ultimately their undoing. The protagonist's unfortunate end is especially tragic because it’s the fall of a fundamentally good character.

Examples:

Star Wars: Episode III Revenge of the Sith is the best example of this. But there’s also Bonnie and Clyde, Hamilton, The Picture of Dorian Gray, and The Great Gatsby.

♡ Rebirth

An event forces the protagonist to change their ways and often become a better person.

Examples:

Despicable Me and A Christmas Carol are the best examples, but there’s also The Beauty and the Beast, as well as The Secret Garden. And Even Almighty.

A Combination of All Seven!

Of course, many great stories end up combining a bunch of these. 

Take, for example, The Lord of the Rings:

From Frodo’s POV, it’s a Quest to destroy The Ring in Mount Doom. You might argue he’s Overcoming the Monster, but given he’s not actually fighting The Monster, i.e., Sauron head-on, it’s not fulfilling the requirements of that trope.

Aragorn, on the other hand, is Overcoming the Monster, by fighting the Orc army. He was also meant to be fighting the actual Sauron in the final battle, but they switched him out with a big troll. Which sucks—it would have been so epic if he fought Sauron.

Then, from Saruman's POV, it’s a Tragedy. As we see in The Hobbit, Saruman was morally good, but unfortunately, he was consumed by his fears and fell to the dark side, then paid the price.

This is also the case for Smeagol, who fell under the power of The Ring. And, as mentioned earlier, it was or would have been the case for Frodo as well. If it weren’t for Sam, the entire story would have been a Tragedy.

We can also look at The Hobbit for further reference:

From Bilbo’s POV, it’s a classic Voyage and Return. But from the dwarves' POV, it’s a Quest to take back their Homeland. The Pale Orc has the same Quest, also wanting the Lonely Mountain as a strategic stronghold for a returning Sauron. Bard the Bowman of Laketown is Overcoming the Monster, i.e., Smaug the Dragon. And from Legolas' POV, it’s actually a Rebirth—where he starts off acting like his father, and ends up becoming more like the Legolas we know and love from The Lord of the Rings.

I’m a huge nerd when it comes to all of this, and think it’s really fun looking at movies or reading books and categorizing them.

However, from an objective POV, I’d say The Seven Basic Plots are less important than The Recipe of a Good Story, as whatever story you end up writing, it will naturally fall into one of Booker’s seven tropes no matter what. It’s more or less inevitable.

But that’s not the case with the recipe. As with good food, if the recipe is poorly followed, then the story has a high chance of failing.

♡ How Do I Cook?

I’d say this recipe often comes naturally for writers who’ve been writing for a while. Even without ever having seen the recipe, they already follow it intuitively. This is, of course, because after having seen or read hundreds of movies, series, and books, this recipe has already integrated itself into the way we want a story to unfold, making us subconsciously follow it without even realizing it.

And so, no, I don’t start all my stories with plotting in all these points from Expo/Intro to Inciting Incident and the Finale—as that sort of just happens by itself.

However, any time I see one of my stories not scratching the itch for some reason, I’ll use this recipe to see where it is that I’m lacking. And so, it’s definitely not a bad exercise.

I also think there’s a lot of merit in doing this exercise with movies or books you really enjoyed, as the answer to why that story was so satisfying is most likely hidden in how they followed the recipe.

So, I’d definitely recommend trying it out!

♡ NIGHTMARE'S HELPDESK

[bun3333s]

♡ TW: noncon, gangbang, bondage, elf-reader, orc slavemaster, goblins, ogres, trolls, captive reader, mud, piss, anal, breastmilk, cumflation, mindbreak, Stockholm syndrome, other nasty shit

♡ FEM reader

Thinking about slavemaster orc…

Big brawny brutal fucker, moss-green and thick-skinned like a toad with tusks curling up his lip.

He keeps quite a few different species on his farm. Nymphs, fauns, fairies, pixies, you name it. If it’s pretty and fuckable, he’s got it. 

But the very best and rarest of all are, of course, elves. 

The rest are dumb, easily subdued creatures—they get caught in traps running about the forest, and immediately cower and submit to their bigger hunters. There ain’t much sport in either capturing or training them.

Elves however. Those are the real prize. Godlike beauties that never seem to age, never spoiling, staying nice and tight and supple for however long you keep them. 

You’ve got to be clever to bag an elf. They might look as harmless as the rest, but that delicate physique is all a trick; elves are sharp by nature and can kill you if you're not careful when hunting them.

They’re not all that strong, though, and so if you manage to get them while they sleep, they’re as easy prey as any.

His gang of bandits nabbed you and your troop when you’d made camp for the night. Your guards had been drinking wine and weren’t all that alert come dark. They were knocked out cold at their post before he even had to take things into his own hands. 

That’s the fault in elves, really—haughty, arrogant things who forget to be wary, thinking they’re untouchable when really, they’re still just prey with a bit more brains.

He could tell you were an important bitch by the way you had your own tent, grandiouse as if hitched for royalty. He entered and had to scoff at all the furniture—rugs, mirrors, scented candles, and other bullshit—he can’t believe you elves bring all this with you every time you travel, as if spending a single hour in the mud is beneath you. Oh, but you’re going to get plenty familiar with the mud from now on as his new farm animal…

In any case, it’s not really the hunting and capturing that is fun. No, it’s the training.

You see, elves don’t submit that easily. Not even when subjected to endless hours of ruthless fucking. They don’t break. Must be something about being hundreds of years old. They’ve lived through so much that not much else can compare. But nothing’s built to last. And elves, no matter the nobility, no matter the age, all break in the end.

He starts you off with Goblins, watching as they rip into your silk dress, slapping your perfect skin until it welts, licking and fingering your tight cunt until it puffs up. They’re relentless little fuckers with dicks the size of your forearm despite only bing tall enough to reach your hips. They pry open your holes and teach them how to take a pounding, breaking them in for the bigger guys. 

Hogtied, your cheek mushed in the dirt, ass in the air, wrists bound to your ankles as the filthy creatures stuff your cunt, pounding shameful slick out of you. Using your shins as a stepping-stool, standing at the perfect height—two fingers in your ass turning to three, then another three from another hand, all fiddling with the hole and snickering while at it.

For more humiliation, a hook is fixed to each of your nostrils, pulled back around your head, turning your nose up like a piglet—making you squeal like one as they proceed to fully neglect your cunt in favor of double-stuffing your pretty ass. Cheering when you take a third cock while one of them shoves his hand inside your drooling pussy, fisting it good until your thighs shake and you end up squirting.

They switch in the dozens, keeping it up for several hours, cueing up behind you, taking turns, before one of them sits himself down on your back, using your hair to pull your head back, fixing a ring-gag between your teeth, keeping your mouth open as they all fuck your skull and finish down your throat.

They leave you sweaty and cum-drenched in the mud.

He watches you for a moment, enjoying the sight of you lying there panting, so exhausted you’re actually falling asleep in the awful position, only for him to blow his fingers, calling up the next round.

A troll and two ogres step forth then. They wake you up by washing you down with piss. All three standing in a ring around you, pouring out their big bladders, revealing your pretty skin again, so glowy and pretty in the golden hue, despite the way you grimace and whine, feeling the sour taste invade your mouth—unsure if it’s worse than what the goblins spewed down your throat just earlier.

Unlike them, they untie you. With hands big enough to reach fully around your neck, it doesn’t matter how much you struggle. They might be dumb creatures, but they know what they want and help each other get it. Holding your legs apart as one of the ogres works his bulbous tip against your wet slit—pushing and prodding, failing to penetrate until it eventually succeeds in sinking inside. 

You wail, but the ogre pays it no mind, bullying himself all the way into your cervix, only half of him fitting. He groans and shakes his head at the resistance, trying to force himself more inside. Annoyed at your body for not complying, he keeps himself there, nudging into your womb, thinking that if he just continued trying, your body would suddenly give in and accept the way he was trying to push himself up through your throat.

The other ogre lifts your thighs up, holding you sideways between them both while lining his own monstrous cock up with your ravaged ass—pushing inside with more ease than your pussy. He doesn’t seem to care that half of him isn’t getting squeezed, starting to shove himself in and out unlike the other—fucking you slower than the goblins did, but with a thickness that makes it feel like your stomach might drop and fall out.

The troll stands on top of the crate they’d kept you in, squeezing your soft tits, gathering them around his length while fucking his tip against your pretty face—softly poking into the plump your turned cheek. Hooking his thumb into the corner of your mouth, he guides you to look up and spits a heavy blob inside it. Twisting your nipple with a smile, pinching the fat of them while jerking himself against your face. 

The ogres both finish inside your holes, whilst the troll sprays his worth over your tits—with much of it going inside your mouth just like the goblins.

But even after all that, when they drop you like discarded trash, letting your limp body fall and splash in the mud, you still fight your way up onto your feet. 

Mildly impressed with your strength of will, he watches you try to make a run for it. 

But he wouldn’t be a good slavemaster if he didn’t know how to wrangle strays back. Using a lasso, he throws and spins it around your throat like a noose and pulls you right back down into the mud, where you now belong. 

Walking over, he places his foot down on your panting chest and smiles, having to hand it to you—he can tell you’re going to be a tough one to crack. 

And it’s true. Even with his seal seared into your asscheek and a collar around your throat, you won’t obey unless he has all your limbs secured in rope. And even then, he has to all but strangle the life out of you with a leash to stop you from thrashing. No matter how many goblin orgies and orcs and trolls and ogres he puts you through, you don’t break.

Which is why he decided to handle taming you personally.

He puts you on a diet of cum and mead, keeping you sluggish—unable to stand without wobbling, unable to speak without slurring. And every time something he doesn't want to hear comes out of your mouth, he gives your cunt a firm slap—while every time something good comes out, he encourages it with rubbing that pretty clit of yours until you’re rewarded with a full-bodied orgasm. 

It almost brings warmth to his cold heart, seeing you writhe around in pleasure—tongue out, whining and whimpering as he rubs through your pussylips with the grit of his thick finger. You’re beginning to look just like a pet—happy to be put in your rightful place, wagging your tail for your owner.

When he doesn’t have the time to train you at the farm, he brings you out with him. Wearing you around like a piece of jewelry—wrists strung up around his neck, hung there with your back to his chest, cock switching between your holes, but mostly in your cunt—for boding reasons. Molding your womb to his size, making your body adopt it like a baby. He was able to sink all the way inside balls deep after a few weeks. Roost inside you, keeping his cock warm and wet with your heat.

It’s true what they say, the tougher they are, the harder they break. But look at you now. My oh my, how broken you are.

You’re his finest work yet. Beautiful elven royalty on your hands and knees desperate for orc cock in your every orifice, always begging to be bred.

Of course, you can’t carry his offspring, but that doesn’t mean his cum has all gone to waste. With so much of it getting dumped and pumped up your system, your silly elven body has started thinking it’s pregnant even when it isn’t.

You’re even softer and more gorgeous because of it—round around the edges, breasts all swollen up with sweet milk, with your pregnancy brain keeping you horny for him every waking hour of every day. In his lap willingly, wanting your soft titties groped and sucked on—silken hands holding onto his tusks, pulling him close to your bosom, wanting his studded tongue to play with your nipple, suckle on them until they're sore.

You throw your head back with a blissful sigh, moving your pretty ass up and down his fat length, sitting down on it fully, cockhead in your guts, then lifting yourself all the way up to his fat tip, moaning as you sink down on it again.

You take your time—that’s how he can tell you’re enjoying yourself. And what a sight it is. Watching your eyes role back, body seizing up, cunt throttling around nothing before gushing—cumming from getting your udders milked and your prissy elven ass fucked.

He wished the old you could see you now—how mindlessly you pop off his lap, and settle down between his thighs, lapping at the deep slit shaping his cockhead, eating out his pre with a bite of pleasure to your bottom lip, shivering at the taste he’s taught you to love.

You suck on the tip, hollow cheeks and crossed bedroom eyes—looking like a calf sucking it’s mother’s teat for milk—before fully opening your mouth. Waiting for him with your pink tongue all rolled out and seeking, knowing you’re going to get your face drenched and wanting to catch and swallow as much of it as you can.

You keep rubbing yourself where you kneel. Both hands between your thighs, stuffing your cavity with all your fingers, using your thumbs to tickle your clit. Everything’s wet, and your head is swimming with the same sticky mess, wanting his cum like it’s the sole ingredient to your happiness.

Poor brainwashed pet—he’ll give you what you want, don’t worry.

He rests the swollen tip on the warm bed of your tongue, bathing it in your drool, the way it drips down your pretty chest full of his love bites. Balancing it on your tastebuds, you close your lips around it for a kiss, giddily shimmying on your knees, eager to be fed. 

He strokes himself slowly, wanting to savor the sight of you, feeling it in his balls—how it’s going to be a big one. You’re going to have to swallow several times to get it all, gulp it down like the cum-hungry cock-slave he’s turned you into.

The way you do exactly that so naturally convinces him that this was always your true nature. You even shiver and cum on your fingers as you drink him up. Sucking the rest out of his tip until you’re certain there’s no more left for you to lick.

His heavy hand pets your head, and you nuzzle into the touch, leaning forward until you’re burying your face in his empty balls, kissing them with a pretty little “Thank you, master,” slipping out with a moan. 

And still, you got your fingers in your cunt, continuing to make yourself cum.

Poor cock-addicted elf… don’t worry, he’ll let you ride his face, lap up all your sweetness, until his cock perks up again, then he’ll give your womb the pounding it so desperately needs.

♡ BNHA – Enji, AFO ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Toji, Kenjaku ♡ HxH – Uvogin

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[bun3333s]

Some more good Ole Yandere Nerd

Tw. Noncon/Dubcon, kidnapping, invasion of privacy, fisting, yandere

Yandere Nerd who fucks you so frequently in so many different ways that he jokingly starts to collect data on it.

"You've cum 23 times this week without penetration. We can definitely raise that by this time next!"

He keeps neatly color coordinated graphs and charts of the amount of times you'd had sex with him, how many times you came, what different types of toys and kinks you seemed to like the most, and more. He'd write thousand word research essays on the topic while fucking your face under the table. He'd look down through fogged glasses and make sure you'd swallow before he got the motivation to continue on for the next few pages.

It's almost impressive how well organized he keeps track of everything.

Yandere Nerd who explains what he's working on like he's talking to a dumb dog.

"You see, it's quite interesting to find that there's no significant difference between how much you cum from when I spank you versus no spanking when I play with your ass. I think we need to repeat this at least 30 times each to see if there's any further development."

You never imagined that dirty talk could be so dull. Though, he probably wasn't trying to turn you on using anything other than brute force, sheer, will, and a closet worth of sex toys.

Yandere Nerd who likes to stretch you out on increasingly bigger and bigger toys.

His cock definitely is not the size of his fucking arm, but it's not even about his pleasure at this point. He just likes seeing you all whiny and sobbing while begging him to take his fist out of your poor, abused hole. He won't listen at all! How mean :( . In fact, he'd probably measure how large your stretched out entrance gapes after every session and then time how long it would take for your quivering form to go somewhat back to normal.

Yandere Nerd while, mid fuck, suddenly decides to share the good news with you.

"The paper I wrote on you got accepted into a journal!"

How that fucking happened, you don't know, but all of a sudden detailed descriptions of how often you cum on a daily basis were suddenly up for anyone to see. You ended up crying when you read the journal, too humiliated to feel anything but anger and utter embarrassment. He rubs soothing circles into your back while trying to comfort you, but he's not exactly slick with the way he's pulling out his camera to record your reaction.

What!? This is valid data! Now if you're going to be the subject of further studies, then you have to be at least a little bit more cooperative with him, okay?

[bun3333s]

Yandere soft spoken submissive tops…quiet and sweet to you but utterly horrifying when left alone with other people…nudges their head against your for attention and get pouty when you’re busy but also have the ability to wring the necks of anyone who bothers you…begs to be used, to make you cum, to have you yank their leash while they pleasure you….

Even better if they blubber and whimper when they’re overstimulated and swear up and down they can’t cum anymore, and not even an hour later they’re staring someone down like they’re about to go for the kill.

Just some thoughts ❤️

-Mommabean

[bun3333s]

first actual work since april? i think :p tw implied kidnapping

"do-... do you think you can take them off? just for today. please," your voice was quiet, referring to all of the restraints. he said it was your... 'anniversary' afterall. he should be able to do that much for you.

"oh, really?" he raised an eyebrow, his tone almost mocking. "you're feeling awfully brave today..." he hummed, finishing up tying your wrists. he leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, "is that what you want? to play pretend like you're free? just for today?"

you swallowed hard, wrists already aching in the bindings he'd just finished tightening.

"you said today was our anniversary so i just... thought maybe..."

he pulled back, slow and deliberate, that cruel little smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"thought what, darlin'?" he asked, tone thick with mockery. "you thought i'd be feeling generous today? you thought... you thought i'd change our routine for an anniversary?" he grabbed a chunk of your hair, forcing you to look straight at him. "answer me."

"i-... i just thought, since... you know, you would let them off for one night," your voice trembled, the fear obvious.

"don't be stupid," he could only give you a disgusted look.

[bun3333s]

Impasse.

Yan Chrollo x F Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, captivity, Reader makes a joke about dying, discussions of parenthood, some not SFW implications. Word count: 2k.

Chrollo has been acting strange today. 

You’ve been hesitant to acknowledge this shift. For better or for worse, the two of you have fallen into a routine. It’s a strained routine, yes, but it provides a degree of stability otherwise missing from your upended life. To put it simply, you bother him and he bothers you. There’s some nuance — for instance, your schemes are limited in scope, owing to a power imbalance so unfair you think the universe owes you a solid. Nonetheless, you’re proud to say you’ve hurt his feelings once or twice. Then there’s his part. He specializes in picking your brain, making you uncomfortable by pretending he’s normal, and making you uncomfortable when he quits pretending. 

He's abstained from any of these behaviors since this morning. This pushes you past the ‘uncomfortable’ threshold, now you’re nervous. 

This is made worse when he looks you dead in the eye and asks, “Have you ever wanted children?” 

“Children?” You repeat, your voice not dissimilar to a mouse’s squeak. “Like, kids?” 

There’s a brief glimpse of amusement on his countenance, but he’s quick to redirect your focus. “Whichever word you prefer.” 

You study him. Presently, you’re sitting atop a barstool overlooking the area’s living space, while he leans against a nearby support column. He’s changed into his evening attire, a loose white shirt and gray sweatpants. You’re not so fortunate. You’re still paying for an indiscretion committed earlier in the week. Consequently, your wardrobe has been reduced to his preferred aesthetics. You’re wearing a black nightgown with thin spaghetti straps and lace embellishments.

Given your vulnerable position, risqué outfit, and his not-so-subtle interest in wooing you, the potential implications inspire discomfort. You shrink into yourself. What is he getting at? You’ve managed to avoid most of his physical advances, but you’re not delusional; if he willed it, you’d be at his mercy. You always feared he was operating on an invisible timer known only to him, each passing second bringing you closer to— 

“You’re overthinking things,” he notes. “I have no ulterior motives. I’m simply curious.” 

“Curious?” you repeat back, cautious. 

He nods. 

“What brought this ‘curiosity’ about?” 

Chrollo stares at you. You can feel his eyes dissecting everything, from your closed-off body language to your barely concealed hostility. 

“... I see,” he eventually says. “You won’t trust me without context. Very well. It’s nothing so grand. Though, in return for my honesty, I expect yours. Does that sound fair?” 

Feigning nonchalance, you shrug. “I guess.” 

He stands to his full height and walks over, pulling out the barstool to your left. He doesn’t intrude on your personal space, but his proximity has you shuffling to the right. He allows you your meager defiance. 

“Last night, I had a dream,” he starts. Then, a pause. He’s giving his word choice unusual consideration. “In it, we were married… or maybe not. Whatever the case, it was a far more conventional lifestyle. You had to take a phone call — with your mother, I believe — so you asked me to watch over two names I’d never heard before. They bore such a resemblance to you. Aside from their eyes, that is.” 

You wonder if he’s aware that he’s smiling. 

Chrollo clears his throat. “As I said, it’s nothing so grand.” 

It’s your turn to scrutinize him. You might not be a virtuoso in the art like he is, but you have your methods. What strikes you is how much of himself he revealed, unwittingly or by design, although the latter suits him better. He must have decided it was a worthwhile sacrifice for any insight you’ll give. 

“Kids… they always sounded nice to me, in theory. Except for when I was a teenager. I was vehemently against the idea then,” you can’t help chuckling at the memory. “I don’t know. I guess I came around to the thought again, but… it’d only be after I established myself. Solid career, housing, whatever. And, of course, the right partner.” 

You’re sure your side eye doesn’t go unnoticed. 

“Not that any of that is in the cards anymore. You’re not delusional enough to think otherwise, right?” 

The skin beneath his eyes crinkles. “And if I was?” 

“I’d fling myself off a balcony.” 

“I wish you wouldn’t say such things.” 

You begin picking at a stray thread on the hem of your nightgown. “Yeah, well, I wish for a lot of things that don’t come true.” 

“I suppose we’re alike in that regard.” 

“Gross,” you make a face. Pursing your lips, you hesitantly ask, “Was that really all you had on your mind? You’ve been so…” 

“So…?” He repeats, matching your inflection. It goads you along. 

“Pensive? Gloomy? Something to that effect. It’s like there’s this little rain cloud floating over you.” 

You motion to the space above his head where the proverbial rain cloud would be. 

“A few days ago, you said some choice words,” Chrollo recalls, much to your displeasure. You were hoping he’d leave that in the past. “They left an impression.” 

You swallow thickly. “I’m sorry.” 

Chrollo gives a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Lying isn’t one of your strong suits; I suggest avoiding it.”

While shifting around in your seat, you wish you could turn invisible. 

“During your little outburst, you asked if I was ‘happy’ with how things are. An interesting question, to say the least. I’ve given it some thought.” 

Svelte fingers graze your jawline. You stiffen up, every muscle seizing into place, as if you’d been paralyzed. His touch is gentle, almost featherlight. Your pulse quickens like you’re a lamb awaiting slaughter. Staring straight ahead, you desperately search for some object to fixate on. You settle on the support column. An avant-garde clock sits high on it, the bottom half of its frame drooping, as if it were paint splashed against a wall. 

You count the seconds as they pass. Two, four, ten… 

His fingers tighten around your jaw and he turns you to face him. 

What a sight you must be — cheeks squished together, eyebrows high, lips agape. And then there’s him. He’s frowning, but aside from that, you can’t get a read on him. The intensity of his gaze holds you captive. Without warning, he leans forward, tilting his head slightly as he does so. You squeeze your eyes shut. You can feel his warm breath fan against your face, how he strengthens his grip, likely anticipating resistance. 

“How can I be ‘happy’ when you’re still so adverse to my touch?” Chrollo whispers, his lips brushing against yours as he talks. You fight the urge to cringe.  “What will it take to have you where I want you?” 

After what feels like an eternity, he lets you go, but doesn’t move back. 

You reopen your eyes. You’re more familiar with the man sitting before you, if only by a fraction. Even then, an unnerving atmosphere lingers, speckling your skin in goosebumps. You wrap your arms around yourself and exhale. The consequences from that day’s lapse in judgment have been manageable until now. 

Your day-to-day existence is defined by a lack of control. Over where you’ll go, what you’ll do, even what you can wear. Chrollo is the composer of your life and you’re his pièce de résistance, whom he always makes adjustments to. You must match his tempo or scramble to catch up. This paradigm has slowly yet surely eroded you, sanding over your harsh edges until you’re soft to the touch. 

You wanted to hurt him, wanted him to feel what jagged pieces remain, but now that you may have accomplished just that, you’re burdened by regret. 

Not for what you did. 

No, for what you possibly started. 

“Chrollo.” 

“Hm?” 

“How much of me are you willing to destroy to get what you want?” 

Chrollo lets out a low hum, as if the hypothetical you presented him with was nothing so unthinkable. This alone stokes your anxiety. Sometimes you wonder if this is not already the path you’re being ushered towards. He’s amassed victories, some small, others sizable. You’re far more docile now compared to when he first took you. Back then, you could barely function, panic ruled your every waking thought and seeped into your dreams, denying every respite. 

“You have the wrong idea,” Chrollo asserts. “I don’t want to destroy any element of you. All I’d like is a change in perspective.” 

You gawk at him. “Huh?” 

“Haven’t I proven I’m not as terrible as you feared?” he questions, tilting his head. “I could’ve been every bit the monster you imagined me to be, if not worse.” 

“Should I— do you expect gratitude, or something?” 

Mirth dances in his eyes like flecks of ember. “It wouldn’t hurt, but no. All I’m suggesting is that you cease torturing yourself for the sake of pride.” 

“I don’t get what you’re talking about.” 

“Don’t you, though?” he challenges, his confidence vexing. “Patience is one of the few virtues I have, but it’s finite. Your love of testing it grows tiresome.” 

You watch as the thread you were tugging at snaps off, fluttering to the marble floor. Your trembling fingers long for another task to occupy themselves with. He sounds as composed as ever, yet beneath the façade, microscopic fissures are forming. You’ve been chiselling at him in your own way. Testing what you can go away with, what remains taboo. Have you finally stumbled into the latter? 

Or was it something else?

Recalling the muted delight on his features when he recounted his dream, you frown.

You’ve always believed the human mind’s capacity to dream is its cruelest gimmick. 

Nightmares are no stranger to scorn — those phantasmagorias that play feature length-films of your fears and insecurities. You’re made to be an unwilling member of the audience, every frame composed with malicious intent. These night terrors deserve their ill-begotten reputation. 

What doesn’t get enough credit for hurting just as much, if not more, are lovely dreams. The idyllic, the picturesque, the unobtainable. They are a heartache you gladly hold the door open for. Once inside, your inner world is redesigned. The spectacle is so dazzling that you come to prefer it over reality. Dreams, both good and bad, are destined to end. For every long nightmare you awake from, there is a paradise you had mere seconds to explore. 

From the corner of your eye you glance at Chrollo. 

For such a greedy man, the dream he fondly recounted is so unremarkable, you almost find it pitiful. 

“That’s quite the conundrum,” you murmur.  “Oh?” 

“You don’t want me to be debilitated by terror, but I’m still supposed to fear you enough to stay in line.” 

“How astute.” 

“Is there really no other way?” You ask, scrunching your eyebrows together. “Couldn’t you just let me go and share in my joy? Surely, that must be better than having me glare at you twenty-four seven.” 

Chrollo chuckles, as if the suggestion you presented is a nonsensical fantasy. 

“I’m not a good enough man to do that, love. You never noticed all the things I did. People are drawn to you. You’re equal parts endearing and naive, it’s an alluring combination. I can’t stand idly by and watch others take from you what I want most.” 

“... How long were you stalking me, exactly?” 

He gives an enigmatic smile. “I’ll leave that to your imagination.” 

Before you can do just that, he gives your thigh an unwelcome squeeze. 

“Let’s call it a night,” he says, his casual tone belying how the statement’s an order. “Tomorrow will be a busy day.” 

You don’t bother voicing your newfound apprehensions. Instead, you wordlessly hop down from your seat, scanning your surroundings for a path to the master bedroom. The home is sparsely lit, but you manage to find your way. You pause at the lack of a second set of footsteps. Chrollo had gotten into the habit of walking audibly at your request, as you found his former silence ‘off-putting.’ 

You discover he’s yet to get up himself, seemingly lost in thought. “You aren’t coming?” 

“In a moment,” he responds. "Go on ahead."

It feels like his eyes are on you even after you’ve left the room. 

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does. Does anyone else do this. Is this normal. Hello

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I'm pretty sure I've done something like this before but it doesn't matter bc I need it 💝

cw: reader works a front desk job, crying, kidnapping, drugging/anesthesia with a needle, dubcon, fingering, manipulation kinda (price isnt lying, he genuinely believes every word he says), immediate stockholm syndrome, gn!reader, dead dove do not eat

Work sucks. you know that, it's not news. there's better days, there's worse days, some people are nice, some people are rude. that's just how it is. but today? today is fucking taking the crown. apparently, for some reason, you're at fault for everything. it doesn't matter if you even know about what happened, you just are at fault. and it gets really old, really fast. but you keep your professionalism, you save some face, you stay friendly and calm.

until that one guy. that big asshole, that decided to make you regret your entire existence today. to be rude and unkind when you try to keep smiling, apologising for the inconvenience. who starts yelling at you until his face is red, harsh accusations and degrading words flying through the small foyer, leaving the people around you stunned in silence and leaving you teary eyes with a lump in your throat. your voice trembling as you call for the next person to step forward and ask for their name.

"Price, John."

His voice is soft, quiet on purpose. he always tries not to speak as loud as he has to at work, but especially now. he doesn't wanna make it worse, he feels horrible for you. hates the way you have to bite your lip to keep in fron trembling, the way you keep trying to swallow the lump in your throat, the tears threatening to spill all over your hot cheeks, the slight shake of your fingers. a pretty bird like you shouldn't be yelled at like that, shouldn't have to deal with scum like him, shouldn't be crying from anything but pleasure happiness.

"Are you alright?" He asks gently, leaning in a bit to make himself seem less big and imposing - and to read your name tag. you nod, sniffling. his heart aches. it makes him frown, it makes him angry on your behalf. you should be treated like royalty, you should never ever have to lift a finger, you should only be spoken to gently and lovingly, like one would speak to a skittish little animal to not scare it away. "I'm sorry, love. you didn't deserve that." he murmurs softly, you wave it off.

"it's fine." your tone is quiet and cut off, like you know you'll cry if you speak too much. he frowns again.

"does this happen a lot?"

you stay quiet. it tells him all he needs to know. all he wants to know. he finishes up with you quickly, telling you what he wants and thanking you, keeping his voice ever so soft before he leaves to his car. he sits in the pickup truck for a few minutes, staring at the building he just came out of, the building you're about to sit in and take your break, spending it crying instead of eating. it breaks his fucking heart.

so he does what any sane man would do. he starts looking for info on you - it's easier than he thought it would be. you're not that careful about posting it seems. your Facebook tells him you're single, the lack of friends and pictures tell that you don't have many friends either. no one to look out for you. no one to look for you.

he's a good man, he knows it deep in his heart. he's doing this for you, doing this to give you what you deserve, to give you a safety net, a shoulder you can lean on to cry, strong arms to cradle you against his chest. he's doing this out of the goodness of his heart. its what he keeps telling himself, even when he looms in the darkness while you're on your way home.

even when he grabs you from behind and clamps a strong hand over your mouth to muffle your screams, even when he pulls you towards the car that he parked in an alleyway, even when he carefully jabs the needle into your arm and injects you with the anaesthetic that knocks you straight out. he's gotta be quick now, it's only gonna last a few minutes. hauls you into the cab of the truck, the bags he packed in your apartment (you really shoulve invested in better locks) on the floor. he throws a blanket over you before climbing into the drivers seat, driving calmly to his home - a nice little cottage in the outskirts of the city, a few miles away from everyone and everything, but close enough to do what he has to do.

it's not long before you wake up. your eyes flutter open, the lights are warm and dimmed. whatever you're lying on is soft, comfy even, the pillow your head is resting on nice and cool. it would almost be nice, if it wasn't for your wrists being tied to the headboard and for your ankles being tied together. almost. the drugs effect is wearing off but you feel sleepy, a little dizzy, making it hard to move around. the room is silent save for your shuffling around on the sheets. it's clean and well kept, a few pictures and what looks like army memorabilia is on the walls.

then there's steps. they're heavy and slow, almost as if trying to be quiet but not quite being able to. they get closer until a big, broad frame appears in the dark hallway, making a sense of panic rise inside you - even more so when the figure steps into the room, revealing himself as the man from your work earlier. a weird mix of horror and calm washes over you, he's smiling at you like you're close, familiar, it puts something in your brain at ease, despite the fear the situation brings out.

he slowly walks closer, now dressed in sweatpants and a wife beater, his strong arms on display, shoved into his pockets. he takes slow steps, watching your reaction, not wanting to startle you - as if you could bolt if he got too close. sits down on the edge of the bed, mattress dipping under his weight, shifting your body closer to his. "how you feelin'?" he asks, casual, as if he didn't do something horribly wrong.

you don't answer him, just staring at him quietly, frozen in shock; it somehow makes him chuckle. "scared?" he asks softly, speaking again before you can react. "that's alright. but you don't need to be, darlin." he smiles more. "I won't hurt you. I'm not gonna do anything I think you won't like." he scoots even closer, putting one hand on your thigh, calloused fingers gently rubbing the fabric of your pants - of course he left you dressed. he's a gentleman after all.

"I had to do it, love." he says gently, slowly lying down on his side next to you, keeping himself propped up on one elbow. "I saw how miserable you were... and what kind of man would I be if I just.. let that happen?" he says quietly, almost ashamed at the mere thought of not doing anything. "couldn't stand to see such a gorgeous little thing in distress.. that asshole yelling at you.." his gaze darkens, the grip on your leg tightening. "how was I supposed to just stand by? go home with the knowledge that you'd be crying your pretty eyes out with no one to hold you? no one to make it all better?" John's voice is a bit shaky. he pauses, taking a deep breath to calm himself down before looking back up at you with something like adoration. utter adoration. "i couldn't have done that, could i?"

you pause. could he?

you hesitantly shake your head, his eyes light up. "exactly.. you get it.. you get me.." he mutters, leaning in closer, close enough for you to smell his cologne. "I'm sorry about grabbing you and putting you to sleep like that.. I didn't have a choice.." he murmurs and somehow you belive him, despite your heart racing. "didn't mean to scare you like that.." He leans in even closer, nuzzling your hair for a moment.

"let me make up for it, okay?"

your stomach drops but you nod again. youre not sure what 'making up for it' means - but you get a pretty good idea when he undoes your pants. your eyes widen, a distressed noise leaving your mouth as you squirm; he pins your hips down gently. "shh! shh.. I won't fuck you, I promise.." he hums into your ear, placing a kisd right underneath it. "I'll just make it up to you, i promise.." his hand slides to the waistband of your pants, pulling it down until its pooled around your knees - then he gets up. you watch him switch positions, one hand gripping the rope around your ankles and pulling them back towards you, pushing your knees to your chest. a loud gasp leaves your lips, but he soothes you again.

"nono, its okay.. just be good and trust me.. Promise you'll like it.." he scoots one meaty thigh under your hips, angling them up so the position is easier to keep, one arm draping over the inside of your knees to keep them pinned, the other hand gripping your ass. for a moment his fingers tighten, digging into the fat as he groans, before letting go. "pardon.." is all he has to say for himself. quickly gives his hand another purpose to stop himself from groping you some more, instead pushing your underwear towards your bunched up pants, fully exposing you. again you gasp, trying to wiggle free, but the disappointed huff from John's lips, for some reason, stops you.

"please, lovie.. just let me make up for it.. won't do anything you don't like.." he says and it's so convincing, so weirdly heartfelt, it makes you freeze again. he slips his hand into his pocket, retrieving a small packet of lube that he brought from downstairs, opening it with his teeth. "gonna feel so much better, I swear.." he hums while dribbling the lube onto your clenched hole, the gel warm due to being in his pocket. fully empties it on you, wants to make sure you don't feel any pain at all, he wants to take care of you after all; not punish you. big fingers start rubbing the lube into your skin, making you twitch and pant with the soft massage he's giving to relax you.

"gonna make you feel so much better.." he assures again - then slips the first finger in. you tense up again, wincing softly, but the kisses hes pressing to your leg calm you down a bit. he lets you adjust for a moment before slowly moving it in and out a few times, shuddering from the feeling of your tight heat around his fingers. "jesus.." he whispers through gritted teeth, it takes his whole strength to not just break his promise and pull his cock out - instead he settles on another finger. "Takin' it so good.. do you already feel better?" he asks softly, eyes glued to your sex, watching it quiver around his fingers. the movements are slow and gentle, making use of your sensitive spots - it's almost like he knows just where to touch you, somehow.

"feels good, doesn't it?" he grins up at you, his fingers speeding up, thrusting into you in a fluid motion that knocks the breath out of your lungs for some reason. you pull on the restraints on your wrists, trying to somehow stay grounded, stuck somewhere between the urge to fight him off, to scream at him to stop and the overwhelming pleasure that his fingers give you - it only gets worse when the other hand reaches down too, starting to rub your clit/stroke your cock to match the pace of his fingers. the moans you're desperately trying to muffle slip out as he brings you closer and closer to the edge, hips starting to twitch while you contract around his fingers.

"please-" you gasp, but get cut off by him.

"nonono.. you do have to beg, love. 'm here to take care of you.." a third finger slips inside. "never gonna have to beg for anything.. gonna take such good care of you.." his movements get more frantic, as if he's about to cum himself. "never need to worry about anything again lovie.. promise.. gonna take care of you, just have to be good for me.." John leans closer to your sex, licking his lips as he pants. "you gonna be good for me, darlin'?"

you feel your muscles tense, the knot in your stomach getting almost painfully tight - before you give in, against all instincts, you nod. his eyes roll back with pleasure, movements more frantic again. "fuck.." he hisses through gritted teeth. "you're so good f'me.. 'm so proud of you.." he thrusts his fingers deeper, palm hitting your ass every time. "gonna take care of you baby.. no one will ever be mean to my sweet thing again.. never gonna have to lift a finger.. you're mine to care for, mine to-"

he stops when you cry out, cumming around his fingers hard. he watches with fascination, almost as if he had never seen anything this magical, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. he only stops after a few moments more, pulling out his fingers before spreading you open to look at the slight gape his fingers left; a chuckle escapes him. finally puts your legs down but leaves your clothes bunched up around your knees, lying back down beside you. the had that was just inside you is now caressing your head gently. "there you go.. feels all better now, doesn't it?"

you nod. your face is hot, legs trembling, but you nod. his eyes light up.

"so youre gonna stay, aren't you?" He asks softly, your eyes widen. "gonna let someone else take care of you for once.. gonna let someone else think and make your decisions.. it's gonna be good, i promise." he kisses your temple, uttering the next words softly, almost sounding vulnerable.

"you trust me, dont you?'

you nod again.

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so…anaxa….​

[bun3333s]

astral express sunday is literally so adorable i want to get him pregnant. he’s literally so cute and ukeful and cute like im going to eat him alive

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Can't help thinking about how fucked up it is that Sayaka gets roped into this whole magical girl stuff, heck, is actively invited into it by mami and kyubey, only to be categorically told that she is not supposed to be there once she steps foot into it. You were never supposed to be one, you were an ignorant bystander in your original timeline, living in blissful ignorance while your friend fights. Your admired upperclassman Mami was never supposed to be your friend, that relationship was always meant for Madoka only. You become a magical girl, and the first other mg you meet, Mami's old friend in fact, attempts to beat you out of the space, with extreme predjudice. You're far weaker than every other girl, and this is repeatedly pointed out to you, specifically by the creature that coerced you to fight. You entirely lack the 'potential' to change the world. In every single timeline you become a magical girl, you become a witch, your cosmic punishment for encroaching in a space you were never meant to be. All you ever wanted was to do right by others and yet you're punished for this over and over- because this world of magical girls never wanted you. Not to mention her wish. Over and over again, Sayaka is punished for wanting, for desiring to be more than she is right now. She was destined to be an ignorant bystander and punished for defying that- except she never really had a choice in getting wrapped up in the situation either.

And then your best friend rewrites that universe, and becomes a god. She, your beloved friend who you love and loves you in turn, respects your choices, sees the path you took and accepts it, not as the actions of an irrational interloper, but as your own actions, born from a reasonable set of decisions. She keeps you by her side. You become God's right hand. There is a place for you.

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having albedo and scaramouche as both your roommates—ohh…damn. double whammy…

like yeah, if you think scaramouche’s picture taking habits are bad, take a look at this guy *thumb pointing at albedo* this guy is NUTS!!! i know he’s probably broken a camera or two because of that. and on a freak-off scale between the two, i’d wager money on albedo breaking that scale in full. sure, both are weird and creepy, but it’s always the calm and stoic ones that got the craziest unimaginable tricks up their sleeves. and tbf scaramouche isn’t completely overt about his interests and motives, but he’s a little more pathetic about it bc he’s prone to accidentally exposing himself if he ever fucks up. not albedo though. he’s too perfect. too pristine. and he has that same cleanliness and smile as to idk hannibal. albedo is perfect premeditated. scaramouche is just a hot mess with a wetter dick.

also kabukimono scaramouche 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️ i like to imagine that it’s some kind of childhood friends/crushes (possibility one sided), who got separated because one or the other moves somewhere, then reunited only to figure out that little boy you used to hang out with is now all grown up and completely different than what you remember. but he still likes you. but he reallllyyy likes you this time around. and might have been following you around all these years oh well

or kabukimono > scaramouche pipeline might have had happened after an intense breakup and he crashed out and did an entire personality 180. scaramouche has phoenixed into a bitter ex-boyfriend. his mom thinks it’s a phase like most kids this days, but oh boy this little guy truly means it this time

running laps around this ask because you get me so bad,,, you get me !!

yandere albedo is so delicious because it's impossible for him to get outed as a freak !! his countermeasures against being found out are too high; too elaborate. and also... it's speculated by the traveler in the paralogism quest that albedo would never be put on trial for murder because if he did commit the crime, he'd never be found out because he's just too good, thus never being suspected in the first place LMFAOOOO. his reputation and personality in general causes people to think of him being a freak to be like,,,, an impossible concept. fanfiction levels of OOC for them, if you will. but if they had mind-reading powers, then they'd see the degeneracy that plagues albedo's thoughts 24/7 :(((

random npc: wow, mister albedo looks so serious! :0 i wonder what he's thinking about! albedo, thinking about (y/n): no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outsid-

whereas scara, specifically modern au roomie, is the ultimate boyfailure who's just too unhinged and much of a gooner to keep all his freakyness to himself. it's quite impossible for him to function as a normal human being whenever your in the vicinity, in fact, just a simple whiff of your scent is enough to have his pants tightening :(( what more if you willingly speak to him, or accidentally... touch him !? he's so obvious to the point where even you get the hint a month or two in him being your roommate. though you mistake his infatuation as a simple crush instead of what it actually is: a maddening obsession.

and childhood friend scara is such a cute concept,,, he's literally been in love with you since the age where you could only waddle around, and he's never stopped being in love with you even after all this time... despite the distance and unfamiliarity. and while his version of love is a tad bit too intense for normal human comprehension, it's very much real and genuine :((((

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the first time you and satoru have sex he is hovering above you, forehead pressed against yours with his mouth agape. once he bottoms out, his hips remain almost stuck in place for a good minute and you think it’s because he’s giving you (more than enough) time to adjust to his size but then he lets out a throaty little groan with his jaw clenched — almost as if he’s in pain before he rears back, shuddering. he manages to get about two short thrusts in before his hand flies desperately to stabilize himself anywhere and he’s cumming inside you

[bun3333s]

Yandere!Headless Biker x Reader content: gender neutral reader, violence, gore, dubious consent, inspired by Gakkou no Kaidan

"So you won't do anything about it?"

The officer looked up, unimpressed by your tone, then flipped another page from the book he was reading.

"There's nothing to be done, kid. It's always been a quiet neighborhood. No one else has ever complained, let alone brought up some 'biker gang' noise in the middle of the night. You're either having strange dreams, or you're off your meds."

You let the door slam on your way out. Bastard cops, you thought, stomping back to your apartment. For weeks now you'd been tormented by some asshole revving up his engine, driving up and down the road, right underneath your window. Were your dark circles not enough evidence to this perpetual misfortune?

Very well, then. If the authorities refused to help, you were going to take matters into your own hands. You glanced at the clock and focused your ears. It was around the time your troublemaker showed up. After a moment or two came a faint buzz in the distance, the mechanical rumble of a motorcycle approaching. You got up and rushed downstairs with a bat tucked under your jacket.

You quickly determined, however, that a bat might not have been the best defense against...whatever was standing before you. There was indeed a motorcycle, so you felt vindicated: your ears weren't deceiving you. On the downside, whoever sat upon the retro Kawasaki Vulcan wasn't entirely human.

The neck ended abruptly, violently, with a clean cut. There was dried blood on the old-fashioned uniform, yet the discoloration of the skin hinted at a very old wound; or, better said, cause of death.

"What the hell," you mumbled to yourself. "Bosozoku hasn't been a thing in decades."

More importantly, were you going to be killed? Historical technicalities aside, you were facing a tenebrously tall, muscular zombie of a gang member. His long coat folded with the wind, but you could read out the 'extreme violence' embroidered along it. You wondered if the sinewy arm extending towards you was about to bash your skull in. Instead, it pulled you closer. The mysterious ghoul patted the empty seat behind him.

Yandere!Headless Biker is not a man of many words. Not like he can speak to begin with, but you get the feeling he would've been just as silent and stoic with a working mouth. You guessed his intentions from the way he touched you: with a peculiar familiarity and affection, as if he was dealing with his most prized possession. His arm never leaves your side once you're off his bike. If he's not riding with you in the back, he'll hold you in his lap and trace every curve and every corner, committing them to memory.

Yandere!Headless Biker is just as stubborn as he is violent. Once he decides something, it becomes the law. "I'm sorry, do you think we're dating," you had asked once after a particularly intense fondling session. You found your answer soon enough when one of your coworkers offered to walk you home. It was late and he wanted you to be safe, most likely not anticipating that he would be the one struck down by your haunting suitor. Despite your pleas and terrified shouts, he didn't stop swinging the metal pipe until your poor colleague was an unrecognizable mess of broken bone and exposed flesh. His fingers then clawed around your throat, pressing you against the wall of your building. He couldn't talk, of course, but you felt it deeply within your soul. The words formed in your mind, mixing with the sounds of your desperate gasps for air: you belong to me. You nodded in agony until he finally released you from the unforgiving grip.

Yandere!Headless Biker has never treated you harshly ever since that incident. It was a lamentable lesson that needed to be taught - as much as it pained him to see you in those circumstances. It's other people that have to suffer, not you. You've no fault in it, especially now that you understand your place.

Yandere!Headless Biker doesn't really bring up his ghostly predicament. You have occasionally questioned him about his decapitated state, though he's indifferent to your curiosity. You suspect he lost a fight and has been holding a grudge ever since, and whenever you bring up your theory, he angrily ruffles your hair. Perhaps you're on the right track. While it may have been originally true, he has other reasons to stick around today. You. He'd crawl his way out of the depths of Hell just to be with you. You're all his, now and in whatever afterlife might follow.

Yandere!Headless Biker is one angry man. His jealousy knows no bounds, and you've learned to avert your gaze from anyone who could fall victim to his wrath. Except those who could use a little disciplinary ruffle, of course, such as the officer who so enthusiastically declined to deal with your complaints. You almost felt bad when you saw him pathetically begging on the ground, but you had warned him about a gang member on the loose.

"Someone needs head," you remarked humorously as you gawked at the bloodied knuckles of your undead boyfriend.

Why, yes, that is certainly one way to release frustrations. The tall delinquent turns to you expectantly.

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mean yanderes who can’t just talk to you like a normal person so they resort to making your life hell

Your professor who’s always looking at you in class and the second you whisper a word to your friend he has the entire classes attention on you and he’s willing to sacrifice minutes of his precious lecture to humiliate you. Every project and assignment you’ve submitted harshly graded. Even when you spend sleepless nights trying to perfect your work it’s never good enough for him.

The cruel talk down he gives you when you visit his office to understand how you could get such scores tears away at your self-esteem. That with exhaustion of all the time you spend on his class started to effect the rest of your classes. So you just kind of..gave up.

If the amount of hard work you put in isn’t going to make a difference why bother? Sacrificing this class is worth focusing on the rest of your classes.

You space out in lectures, aim to only pass his exams and not excel, you don’t visit his office anymore even when he writes the most ridiculous notes on your work. He had to get creative and criticize things he didn’t even care about to get your attention yet you never cared.

He starts getting more impatient with each day that passes. The semester is nearing its end and you still won’t spare him a glance.

Maybe he has to take another route?

Suddenly there are complains about your outfit being too inappropriate on campus from a professor that “will remain anonymous”. That same professor claims you plagiarized another students work. Accusations about you came flooding. Cheating, vandalism, stealing.

He’s sure that you know he’s the cause behind it. And he can make it all go away with the snap of a finger.

His office door is always open for you..All you have to do is have a little chat with him and he can make it all go away.

Your friend that everyone is begging you to drop at this point. Always has something negative to say.

You put extra effort into your appearance? She’s looking at you up and down with a sneer on her face and biting words she doesn’t try to hold back.

A guy walked up to you and asked for your number? Yeah don’t get ahead of yourself “You know it’s probably a bet his friends made him do right? Just delete his number.”

It’s not like you haven’t tried distancing yourself from her. It just always ended up the same way.

Her always somehow finding out where you are or flooding your phone with messages and calls.

“I’m literally your only friend. Who do you even have besides me?”

“You should be happy I’m your friend, otherwise you’d be completely alone.”

What is she supposed to do? Encourage you to wear makeup and look pretty so some guy can swoop in and steal you away from her? Let you hangout with all these random people until you eventually forget about her?

Not a chance. She’s your only friend. The only one you need. Why are you bothering with other people anyway?

Your coworker who has established his position as your rival in the company. If you had a presentation he always had a better one and eclipsed you. If you worked hard to get a promotion he got it without even trying.

“Aw better luck next time. You should learn a thing or two from me. Seriously how long have you been working here again? And you still haven’t climbed up the ranks.”

You never engaged. If you wanted to get better you needed to focus on yourself. You couldn’t afford getting distracted by his games.

But behind his smug grin and cruel eyes there was nervousness. A slight falter in his smirk when you brushed past him with looking at him or replying to his snarky comment. As if he didn’t say anything. As if he didn’t exist.

He tenses up when you walk his way thinking you’ll finally confront him. Finally talk to him. But his shoulders slump when you once again ignore him.

Look at me. Talk to me. Yell at me. Play with me.

What’s wrong with you?

This is supposed a fun game between you two so why aren’t you even sparing him a glance?

What else is he supposed to do to get your attention?

me when workplace rivals:

[bun3333s]

i wish i was more of a lover girl because why am i fantasizing about a fictional man drugging me instead of like. cooking me dinner