Resources For Writing Sketchy Topics

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Portraying a kleptomaniac.

Playing a character with cancer.

How to portray a power driven character.

Playing the manipulative character.

Portraying a character with borderline personality disorder.

Playing a character with Orthorexia Nervosa.

Writing a character who lost someone important.

Playing the bullies.

Portraying the drug dealer.

Playing a rebellious character.

How to portray a sociopath.

How to write characters with PTSD.

Playing characters with memory loss.

Playing a pyromaniac.

How to write a mute character.

How to write a character with an OCD.

How to play a stoner.

Playing a character with an eating disorder.

Portraying a character who is anti-social.

Portraying a character who is depressed.

How to portray someone with dyslexia.

How to portray a character with bipolar disorder.

Portraying a character with severe depression.

How to play a serial killer.

Writing insane characters.

Playing a character under the influence of marijuana.

Tips on writing a drug addict.

How to write a character with HPD.

Writing a character with Nymphomania.

Writing a character with schizophrenia.

Writing a character with Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Writing a character with depression.

Writing a character who suffers from night terrors.

Writing a character with paranoid personality disorder.

How to play a victim of rape.

How to play a mentally ill/insane character.

Writing a character who self-harms.

Writing a character who is high on amphetamines.

How to play the stalker.

How to portray a character high on cocaine.

Playing a character with ADHD.

How to play a sexual assault victim.

Writing a compulsive gambler.

Playing a character who is faking a disorder.

Playing a prisoner.

Portraying an emotionally detached character.

How to play a character with social anxiety.

Portraying a character who is high.

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Portraying a recovering alcoholic.

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How to play someone creepy.

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Playing a character who struggles with Bulimia.

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✧ Kira Rambles

I want to write something longer for this but I don't have the time- so here are some ramblings for general ideas because I desperately need this on my blog 🙏 Basically short rambles for Kira being a workplace bully.

TW: Workplace harassment, implied verbal abuse, manipulation

I like the idea of Kira being a bit of a workplace bully.

Maybe he experiences a sort of transition gap between deleting a girlfriend who's long past their expiration date. He's agitated and knows he'll need a new one immediately.

And because of this agitation, he goes through these spells of anger every few weeks where he'll chastise you endlessly. Usually he stops within the next few days, so you're hesitant to report him to HR. He's a good worker and you'd hate to take his job from him over occasional bad behavior when he usually doesn't give you a second glance.

On worse weeks, however, when he can't find the right pair of hands, he's much more aggressive.

You'll often be cornered in the breakroom by Kira while he puts your very existence into question for making a typo in your documents. And it's not like you can leave- he ordered you to get drink for him anyways for the sole purpose of trapping you.

The worst is when he'll lean over you pretending to review your work ethic to cover the hand that's yanking your hair while he whispers just a fraction of the amount of vitriol and hate he has for you. Hate that seemingly comes from nowhere. You can't even be sure that you're safe at your damn desk.

Yet you feel the heavy influence of guilt telling you to forgive him when he returns to work with a smile on his face and a small peace offering in his hand.

"I apologize for my behavior, I just haven't been in the greatest mood. You understand, right?"

After his lackluster non-apology, he drops off a St. Gentlmen's sandwich on your desk and goes about his day.

What would your coworkers think if you brushed off something as nice as that? Everyone knows if you want one you'll have to show up bright and early, not to mention have the pocket money to afford one.

You'd wish they pay closer attention to his actions, if they did they likely wouldn't be teasing that, "Quiet Kira has a crush on [name]!"

Until next week, you'll try to enjoy the treats.

✧ General Yandere!SDC Polnareff HCs

Polnareff, my beloved Frenchman 💗 I can't get enough of the lovesick man, so here's my contribution.

TW: Somnophilia, coercion, manipulation, dub con, delusional thinking, implied gaslighting, kidnapping, brief mentions of violence (not against reader)

⚔ Polnareff is a true romantic.

He said it himself, he wants a girl who'll love him with all their heart! And he's happy to go the extra mile for you to say those 3 magic words,

"I love you!"

⚔ This dedication to pure romance grants him semi-lucidity.

He knows the motions of love. He must court you, make an effort to know your character, and show you his vulnerable being as is.

However, his awareness blocks out any sound reasoning when his fondness for you turns all consuming.

He is an exception to your rules and boundaries. All because he knows you best, and he'd do anything for you.

Everything he does that's questionable has a free pass backing it.

He is the exception after all. He can do no wrong when fighting in your name. The name of love.

"Chéri(e), you have to think about it my way. Those sad excuses for 'friends' were just using you! Why else would they tell you to stay away from me?"

⚔ At first, it may not sound flattering that you caught his eye- he is very forward and flirty to those he's attracted to, and that's very many people- but you were different! Something told him to not let you walk away.

Before you knew it, Polnareff had managed to introduce himself and strike up a fluid conversation.

⚔ It's hard for you to notice his violent behavior at first. Not because he's extra careful or anything. He actually thinks you'll praise him for beating someone into submission for you.

He's fairly normal when you're alone or around non-threats. Such as the crusaders, family members, and even friends of yours he's sure won't cross him.

But around potential competition and active threats, he becomes a different person.

Long gone is the extroverted Polnareff. To him there's nothing funny about possibly losing you. He really hates to scare you when the flip switches and he's killed whoever came onto you. It's just a necessary evil.

⚔ Clingy, Clingy, Clingy. Polnareff hates being away from you in any way shape or form. If he can't at least see you then he'll begin to stress.

He needs anything at all to soothe the cold feeling he gets when you leave him.

This led to you giving him a piece of jewelry you never wore often enough to keep. He never takes it off. The metal is even worn from where his hands have rubbed against it so often.

This won't last him, though. He'll need you completely for himself before the uncertainty of knowing where you are and why you aren't with him drive him mad.

Once he does take you for himself, he can't deny himself all the cuddles and kisses he can give you. On your first day of being kidnapped (he likes to call it relocating you) your neck and shoulders were marked with fierce lovebites as he sat you in his lap against his broad chest.

⚔ Now that his full character has come to light, you obviously can't look at him the same.

Even if you were ready to enter a relationship with him, he ruined it. It hurts how someone you thought really cared for you would do something like this. Keeping you in his home and acting like nothing happened whenever you give him the cold shoulder.

⚔ Your defiance in whatever form it takes won't affect him for the most part. It's nothing he can't make a joke of or dismiss as part of the process as long as you're not putting yourself at risk. Like running off or trying to fight him

He won't dare lay a finger on you. The most he could do is leave a bruise by holding your arms down or pinning you if you tried taking him head on. He'll feel a great deal of shame and guilt if he ever does leave a bruise.

Expect a day of pampering and Pol kissing it better.

"Ah, did our little play fight get too heated? Here, what do you need? Other than me, of course, hehe~"

⚔ He's not like most yanderes when it comes to freedom and interaction.

He actually doesn't mind you going out as long as he's by your side. Talk to any of his friends when they're around, if you'd like (but not too much, don't make me jealous) ! Seeing you lonely and curled up against corners of the house far from him pain him more than you could know. Why would he do that if he knows he can handle you?

His arrogance factors into this. You may have a chance of escape by taking advantage of that.

⚔ Speaking of escape, it's even more frustrating to hatch a plan when it comes to Pol.

It sounds so easy at first. He let's you out and about, he never ties you down or threatens you, there's so much leniency.

Being so close to Polnareff blows up in your face because no one believes that the man you seemed your happiest with is capable of that. Everyone has seen you both before he claimed you. Always laughing and out with one another exploring the town. Even after being kidnapped, you still go out. Never do you have an injury that couldn't be chalked up to clumsiness.

It's like you've gone mad- why won't anyone listen?

⚔ In the end, he just wants to feel loved by you. Even if you lie to his face. It's more desirable than you blocking him out completely.

To be held, kissed, and treasured by you is all that matters to him. And he'll let you know when he's on his knees clutching your shoulders. Through a river of tears, he'll beg you to at least tell him you love him.

NSFW

⚔ Pol's a switch. He'd love it if you ever decided to top him! He knows you're still adjusting to living with him and being his lover, so he'll praise you all along the way and ease you into taking him if you ever let him know. But before then he'll have to expell the swirling butterflies in his stomach so he can guide you without giggling from sheer excitement.

His large hands will find your own and squeeze at everything you do right. And you'll earn deep moans for everything done well.

He's very vocal. When it comes to you even more so. Having you with him like that, even you touching him through his clothes would have his voice wobbling.

"R-right there- Non, non, non, don't pull away, darling, I'm close- You're doing so good for me~"

⚔ If you're not ready for that, that's okay with him. He'll still very much enjoy filling you himself and have you panting in a sweaty heap beneath him while he rocks in and out of your heat at a loving, languid pace.

It's so cute to him how you begin tense, your hands on his shoulders and your thighs squeezed shut, then melt little by little. All your resistance collapses from every advance, and it leaves you a breathless flustered mess.

⚔ He's still delusional when it comes to sex. Just more careful.

He'd hate to hurt you, he doesn't think of himself as some kind of creep who'd bend you over and have his way without a care.

He still believes he's wooing you. When really he's coercing you.

I mean, it's just a few glasses of wine shared between him and his lover. It's not like he's drugging your or getting you blackout, you just loosen up when you have a few drinks, is all. And it's easier for you both when you do.

Is one thing he tells himself to justify what he's doing.

⚔ If you pick up on this and refuse a single drop, he will shift to guilt-tripping and pressuring you.

"I know how you feel, mon amour. But you shouldn't leave me in the dark like this. I can help."

"Heyhey, no hitting! I won't hurt you, and I'll be very gentle~ so don't move away."

"Do you really love me?"

⚔ On top of that, he frequently touches you as you sleep.

To him you're already in a relationship. And it's not even like you'll feel his heavy cock against your backside or when you wake up. So it doesn't really count as unwanted to him.

He mostly ruts against you through your clothes at a desperate pace. Or gives you open mouth kisses until your body instinctively suckles his tongue.

If you ever wake up during it, he'll try cooing to you until you fall back to sleep, or even try and pretend you're still asleep so he can finish before comforting you.

⚔ Polnareff usually prefers slower paces, it's more passionate to him. And easier to edge you.

Right when he can feel your insides flutter and nails dig into his skin, he'll pull out. Again, and again, and again will he do this. Until him slipping inside you with ease and dragging all the way out at a snails pace breaks you. Just you wailing his name and pleading would be enough for him to finally let you finish.

"Ah, ah, ah, whats the magic word?"

⚔ His fun personality will follow into the bedroom. He's not afraid of cracking a joke now and again or straight up laughing.

⚔ Pol loves you very much and would honestly do anything you asked of him.

He is dedicated to satisfying you, even if you don't appreciate him yet.

✧ Repeating/Responding to their voice-overs: SAHSR

° Sampo, Welt, Jing Yuan

so... you know how you have a few characters on your team for a while... and you start memorizing their dialog subconsciously? Maybe you repeat it out loud at the same time they do, and they hear it on the other side. I don't know why I was thinking of this, but it had me thinking 'why not dip my toes in a self-aware AU?' So here we are once again in a wildly different flavor of post than usual.

TW: Self-aware star rail AU, also I wrote this super late

The cast had settled into living with your lingering presence over time. They couldn't see you, only hear, which was off-putting at first. An assumed Aeon that contacted them and influenced their movements individually- yet never revealed themselves? Even more curious, you had a tendency to prattle on about current happenings and sometimes speak to them each in an indirect manner. Like... copying their words?

✧ Sampo

"The customer is king! And for me to betray the king, well, you gotta make it worth my while."

That was his line- and to hear it out of anyone else's mouth with scarily good cadence was enough to smack him from his friend-to-all persona.

It was a shock to the system hearing it from you. He knew you were an 'odd' Aeon, but playing copycat was childish! How you wound him! It took the second go around for him to hear the giggle in your voice as you parroted his lines back. You weren't mocking him, you were playing along!

Once he did recover, however, he felt a deep sense of pride in his rotten little heart. Less in a cute way and more of a 'the aeon likes me better than the rest of you' kind of way. Really, he will not shut up about how your favorability makes him the golden one among the rest of the team.

And yes, he even attempts to find ways to profit of it. Idly pretending to speak to himself about business deals and such, trying to bait your sweet voice into rambling some very valuable insider info... you had a tendency to call things before they happened, after all.

After repeating his lines, you swear you've been hearing very unique ones that aren't even listed in his character info when you're using Sampo to walk around. He'll comment on the stars and business- it must be some kind of special event. Sampo knows he mustn't break the unspoken rules and communicate too explicitly. But hey, its just you and him. A tree falls in the woods and no ones around to hear it situation. He can't keep you engaged with the same lines forever- so let's introduce some new ones.

✧ Welt

"Calm your body and mind."

Immediately followed by "'Calm your body and mind'- I'm trying, Welt!"

Welt was honestly shocked. You went as far to address him by his first rather than Mr. Yang. Yes, you had a tendency to be unfiltered. Especially toward those you didn't like, liked a bit too much, or when a long fought battle was lost by the skin of your teeth. He never heard someone as devastated as you than the time he was the last man standing, one move away from defeating the enemy- only to fall to some lasting burn or bleed effect.

He was glad the volume of your voice was the same as his inner monolog. Or else you would have given him a migraine with your muffled scream of agony.

This appeared to be a similar time. Welt was trusting in you. You'd conquered many a time before using him as your vehicle for strategy. But this enemy was in a league just one step ahead.

It was reflex to say so before attacking. He hadn't meant to direct his words at you. And you copying his voice in such an exaggerated manner was a clear marker that your patience was running very, very thin. It was juvenile of you, yes, but Welt wasn't one for pointing blame nor scolding when it would do no good. Any other time you actually quieted down to hear him speak. (His voice being more even than the others required you to strain your ears to listen.)

Once the battle had ended, he awaited your cheering and singing praises to him, a tiny spark in his chest and smile on his lips. Like clockwork after a rough fight.

When silence met his mind upon leaving battle, he spoke louder than usual. But with a comforting lilt to his otherwise standard line.

"Stay calm."

Maybe you won't notice he should only say that upon entering a fight. Maybe you will. All that matters to Welt is that you're okay, and not stressing over him.

✧ Jing Yuan

"Conflict- is pitiless!"

There's a smile on his face when he hears it. And he fortifies his hand around the grip of his blade; striking forward with a renewed might. Fighting the same beasts repeatedly got dry, you know. Especially when you were grinding for his materials. He was still working on piecing together what that meant after hearing you talk about it once before. Specifically you complaining about how few enemies were left after he made quick work of them. He always liked that, though.

A little praise never hurt. Despite his status as a general owing him many flowers, varying from genuine to flattery, only kind words from you had their desired effect.

You're adorable when copying him, really. Your voice is nowhere near as resonant as his own. But that's the charm.

It's the auditory equivalent of you wearing his clothes. He imagines they'd be much too large. Swallowing your figure up. But you'd make it work in your own way.

But maybe that's just him craving to see you so much. Can you blame him for letting his imagination roam?

Really, out of anyone, he enjoyed the sound of your voice bouncing round his pretty head most. Especially when you'd take after him. His lips curl to a satisfied grin. A mirror of the cat that ate the canary. He has the mind to crank up his voice more. To the point he's cutting off his allies. Dead air is replaced with his voice.

"Hear this thunder!"

"There's no time to lose."

"I command it."

Anything to make you parrot those words back to him. And it sounds like it's working.

A follow up (yet again) to the Tenma fanfic maybe? One where, you know the reader is fully blown up recover as much mentally than physically and basically break down Tenma desillusions? How would Tenma react, I've been wondering? If you don't want to writte up yet another follow up then I understand, and sorry for bothering you (´・ω・`)

✧ Yandere!Kenzo x Reader

Oooh, thank you for the request, anon! I really like the idea of a soft yandere being confronted. I think the most tension can be had because they'll actually give you room to speak and possibly gain some clarity.

And you shouldn't apologize, you're no bother at all 💗 Tenma in this makes me think of this tweet LMAO (also, if any mistakes are noticed, please tell me. I had to edit this on mobile and I might have more errors than usual)

TW: Kidnapping, stalking, you're really mean to Tenma 💔 (but for good reason)

Kenzo was following you.

You weren’t naive enough to believe it was pure coincidence. But you were optimistic enough to hope he was just finding excuses to check on you after your discharge.

He always fret over you when you were in his care. At least from what you could remember.

It was miserable being so out of tune with your memory from how drugged up you were. The only thing that could effortlessly clear the fog shrouding your brain was the sunny company of Dr. Kenzo.

If you needed the help, you’d be elated. But you obviously didn’t.

It was just becoming creepy how insistent the man had become on finding you and trapping you in conversation.

“How is your head feeling, [name]?

“Oh, do you remember that one time when we spoke in the hospital-?”

“I hope you haven’t been pushing yourself too much!”

“I actually got something for you. Please, accept it as a memory of our time together.”

Every time he held you up, it felt like he expected you to know a shared secret about your time under his care.

The way his eyes darted around your face looking for any shift in your expression gave it away.

You never figured out what that secret was.

Some weeks had passed after he wedged himself into your daily life. Now, he wasn’t just finding you in grocery stores anymore. He was dangerously close in your neighborhood when you’d leave for the mornings. He was a fleeting figure from the corner of your eye at appointments. He was the pair of eyes staring through you when you took walks around the city.

It was scary how he was occupying every corner of your life. One by one each of your save havens became corrupted by his eventual presence.

The only place left sacred was your home. But was it really? It felt as if you were being backed further and further into a corner. Your last hope for protection could possibly be the very cage he’d trap you in for good to keep you as his own.

Your paranoia proved helpful.

Kenzo was knocking at your door. A smile could be seen upon his face through the slits of your curtains. And if you blinked you would have missed it. Behind him was a winding trail of aimless footprints around your yard. Was he casing your house?

Your lip twitched in disgust.

For a moment, you just stood there.

You can’t call the cops on a stalker with no solid proof, nothing would be done. He didn’t appear to be concealing anything.

Ironic how you were cowering behind your door from the same man who saved your life.

In a split decision, you cracked open your door to your eye and nothing more.

Already Kenzo was glowing at the sound of your locks clicking open. Even more so when he got to see a peak of you.

You must still be shy after all your talks. How cute.

“I was worried you weren’t going to answer!” He chuckled, “I saw your car was parked so I decided to check in with you at home.” Expectantly, he stared at the what little glared back at him.

“Tenma, please… I need you to leave. Now.” Your hand tightened around the knob.

His smile faltered.

“[Name], is everything okay? I can go, but I-” He started until you interjected.

“I know you’ve been stalking me.”

A loud silence followed your claim.

Stalking? Is this delusion what’s making you so skittish?

Already you could sense he was ready to defend himself.

“Tenma. Listen to me.”

His lips pressed to a firm line. All the words waiting to spill stilled in his throat at your order. As he relaxed his body, he looked you straight in the eyes.

“This… this isn’t healthy.”

You came to a slow start. You’d never truly loathed someone as much as the person standing in front of you. So it was natural you were revving to tell him off.

He poorly masked the tension in his shoulders. So badly he wanted to stop you and explain everything away. But he knew he could make you understand once you allowed him his turn. Tenma knew you were just a little confused over a few things. He’s seen it in his patients many times before.

It’s his experience that made it easier to handle you.

“Think about it, critically think. You’re a doctor, you’re more than aware that everything you’ve been doing is fucked.”

You couldn’t help the sharpness of your tongue. It was like another person was speaking for you. After months of this behavior, you could finally pry open his eyes he so willingly squeezed shut. Even if it would sting when you’d inevitably replay the moment in your head.

“I wanted to start over and try being friends, but you insist on acting as my lover. So, listen. Because the next time I repeat this will be over the phone with the police.”

You jabbed your index into the cleft of his chest. The peak of your nail punctuated your wrath. Little by little the door opened wider.

“I am not your girlfriend and I don’t love you in any stretch of the word.”

Surely you didn’t mean that.

“You did your job and I’m grateful for it. But I owe you nothing, doctor.”

This has happened to him before, it’s normal to say the worst things you can when you’re blind with anger.

“And if you really do ‘care’ for me as much as you say, then you’ll get out of my life and never make a nuisance of yourself again.”

Your hand faltered back to your side as you glared searing holes through his skull. The grip you had on the door was white-knuckled and chipping the old paint.

If you weren’t enraged you would’ve felt terrible.

His eyes had widened, glossy developing tears sat heavy on the verge of overflowing. Every defense that he could possibly start with died on the tongue that sat in his agape mouth. The same hands that had been trained to keep steady were trembling at his legs.

It felt like you’d stabbed him. Mercilessly gutted him over and over until he was choked up on his own blood.

He loved you so deeply. Why couldn’t you see that? He’ll prove it. He won’t let you push him away when you surely need him the most.

“Tenma.”

Briefly, his expression perked.

“Get the fuck off my porch.”

The door slammed hard enough to rattle its hinges and blow the hair out of his tear-stained lashes.

A hollowness settled in his body when you shut him out completely.

He weakly began to reach for the handle to try it. To pour out his heart and convince you not to leave him alone.

“Darling... ? Please- please don’t do this.”

His voice was low and desperate.

He knew it wouldn’t draw you back out, but it was all he could express from how weak he felt.

His hand fell limp to his side.

Space, you just wanted space is all.

You couldn’t hate him. God, please don’t hate him.

His mind ran silent as he turned to leave.

He needed a drink.

It was a pleasant surprise that your stern warning had been so effective. No gifts had taken up space at your work or home. Your relationships were all going steady. Not even a glimpse of Tenma could be reported at local markets or restaurants. Things had gotten so good you were bold enough to drive past Eisler Hospital without even thinking of him.

In a morbid way, you were grateful for Tenma’s intrusions. Once you’d gotten him out of your life it made living it so much sweeter.

You could have always come to this newfound appreciation of your life in a better way. It was just the best you could take from a bad situation.

After a night out with a few friends you headed home early.

The drinks and banter were fun, but you had work in the morning. You could already hear your colleagues chiding you for showing up exhausted.

You’d long bid your goodbyes and waved off your friends’ boos and hollers for you to ‘have one more drink!’.

It still made you smile replaying it in your mind while you changed. Maybe another night you’d take them up on it.

Just as you finished, you peeped out of your bedroom window.

The moon had such a beautiful gleam against the misty blades of grass in your yard. It broke your heart to mow over and crush some of the flowers that sprung high above the blades. They broke up the monotony of green and always attracted friendly bees.

Now that you thought about it, you hadn’t cut your yard at all this week. It was too rainy.

You leaned in closer to see what had smooshed some of the flowers.

Surrounding the torn petals was a dark indent.

Footprints.

Your blood ran cold.

You slowly backed from the window. But the realization was all too late.

A hand slapped around your mouth. You felt your heart beating wildly as you were pulled into the hold of the stranger and dragged out of your bedroom.

You screamed through their palm and tried your damndest to land a kick or elbow on them.

They only continued hurriedly backing out of the room and folding your body to easier sit in their arms.

“[Name]! I- I know how this seems, but I’m doing this to protect you! Please, you have to stop fighting me so I can keep you safe!”

They pleaded all while manhandling you closer and closer to the back door.

Wait. You knew that voice.

“Tenma?!”

Your shout was muffled from his palm.

“That’s right, it’s me, you can trust me.”

You could hear the sanguine dripping from his voice. After everything he was still elated that you could recognize him.

 For just a second your body stilled at the revelation. And that was more than enough time for him to move you completely outside.

Your final efforts of escape only managed to loosen his grip on you. By then you were already thrown into the backseat.

He had your wrists gripped tight in an instant while he held you down with his body.

“I have a lot to explain to you. But for now, you’ll have to keep quiet, okay? I won’t hurt you. And I won’t let anyone hurt you, darling."

He cooed, his thumb rubbing nauseating circles into your stinging wrist.

What had he just dragged you into?

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