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forbidden fruit | chapter 2

here’s chapter two! this is dedicated to @stardustsroses , happy (late) birthday my love!! <3

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Cassia.

Her named suited her. Soft. Ethereal.

Awkwardly, Manon extended her hand in an offer to help her up from her cowered position. Cassia’s stare immediately glued to the razor sharp nails curving wickedly from her pale fingers.

“I won’t hurt you,” she repeated again, cursing the touch of shame that sent a pang down to her very core. Since when did she feel bad about her terrifying exterior?

Cassia visibly swallowed, nodding hesitantly before accepting Manon’s hand, her body so light Manon barely had to exert any energy pulling her up.

“Um, I-” she stammered, timidly meeting her gaze. “Thank you for not killing me.”

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You ruin your life by desensitizing yourself. We are all afraid to say too much, to feel too deeply, to let people know what they mean to us. Caring is not synonymous with crazy. Expressing to someone how special they are to you will make you vulnerable. There is no denying that. However, that is nothing to be ashamed of. There is something breathtakingly beautiful in the moments of smaller magic that occur when you strip down and are honest with those who are important to you. Let that girl know that she inspires you. Tell your mother you love her in front of your friends. Express, express, express. Open yourself up, do not harden yourself to the world, and be bold in who, and how you love. There is courage in that.

— Bianca Sparacino

Why don’t you like contraception?

Birth control pills can give women depression.

Condoms break.

Etc...

Allow me to rephrase; I don't think contraception always work but it is important for women. I wish it was improved.

How to write a character-driven plot

The Character-Driven Plot Wheel

1. Emotions drive actions.

Make your hero act on their deepfelt emotions. This not only adds meaning to their actions, but also helps communicate to readers your hero’s core emotional struggle.

2. Actions trigger consequences.

When your hero acts, give their actions consequences that affect the plot, themselves, and/or the surrounding characters. For example, driven by curiosity, maybe your hero opens Pandora’s box; maybe they act recklessly and someone dies; or maybe they stand up for what they believe in, but at great personal cost. Consequences raise the stakes and empower your hero with agency.

3. Consequences compel change.

Use the consequences of your hero’s actions to create a crucible of growth — challenges and situations that force them to take the next step on their character journey. That step may be forward, or backward, and it may be large or small; but something inside them changes.

4. Change influences emotions.

When a character goes through a change, even a small one, allow it to affect them emotionally. Maybe they feel increasingly frustrated or guilty. Maybe they’re afraid, having just taken another step closer to abandoning their old way of seeing the world. Or maybe they finally feel peace.

Regardless of the form it takes, remember to reflect your hero’s change in their emotions. Then let their emotions drive action, to trigger consequences, which will compel further change.

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

And there you have it! That’s how you write a character-driven plot.

So what do you say?

Give the wheel a spin.

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one of the best pieces of writing advice i’ve ever gotten:

if a scene isn’t working, change the weather.

it sounds stupid, but seriously, it works. thank u to my screenwriting professor for this wisdom

Aizawa tells Eri fantastical stories about how he lost his leg.

“A dragon bit it off,” He tells her with a nod at the cane that’s already decorated with Eri’s stickers. “I barely felt it.”

He isn’t sure if she believes him but at least she doesn’t know the truth.

He can’t bring himself to ever tell her- that the real reason it’s gone is because he had to cut it off himself to stop the spread of the quirk erasing bullet, a bullet made from Eri’s own body.

He’d much rather her think that a dragon bit it off, as illogical as it sounds.

No one else is allowed to tell her.

“What kind of dragon was it?” Eri presses him one morning when Aizawa’s still in the rehab hospital. “What color?”

“Red,” Aizawa immediately answers. “It was a big one. It didn’t breathe fire but it had the biggest teeth I’ve ever seen.”

“It didn’t breathe fire?“ Eri is incredulous. For a six year old, she’s smart. She’s probably never heard of a dragon that doesn’t breathe fire.

So Aizawa tells Mic to get her a book on dragons and he brings back a huge, thick hardcover book that Eri immediately delves into.

The girl can barely read and she’s got her nose in this huge 500-page book filled with pictures and stories about dragons. Aizawa has to help her with words every few seconds and eventually she curls up with him on the hospital bed so they can read together.

At one point, Aizawa sees a picture of a giant red dragon with huge teeth.

"That one,” He says, pointing at it. Next to him, Eri startles, turns her wide red eyes to the drawing. “That’s the one that bit my leg off. But I won.”

“Woah,” Eri cooes, staring at the picture as she holds the giant book in her tiny little hands. “Those teeth are big. Did you kill it?”

“No,” Aizawa says, thinking of Shigaraki. “But he won’t be coming back anytime soon.”

At least, that’s what he hopes.

Aizawa can hope, can’t he? He can as long as Eri’s here, curled up at his side, her mind full of ideas and images of dragons. She’s probably picturing the battle right now, of Aizawa fighting a giant red dragon.

It doesn’t hurt her to let her believe this.

But it would hurt her if she knew the truth.

So Aizawa lets her believe that some fantasy creature bit his leg off- because he doesn’t want her to know that it was a bullet made from her own body that made him cut it off.

As long as Aizawa has a say in it, she’ll never find out.

Whenever she becomes skeptical…

…He’ll just make up another story for her.