#Love me a good opportunity for some angst and yearning lmao

[kedsandtubesocks]

omg !! your mando!baku thoughts i'm—

living for this au ! 🥺 so cute and such opportunities for angst 👀 drama 👀 forbidden romance 👀 pining !! i yearn for him goodbye akfhsidbbw

ty for sharing !! just wanted to stop by and say that i am in love with this concept 🥺

okay not even joking this literally is me right now because the absolute talent behind one of the best bakugo works and you take me the way I am messages ME?!

(also so ok I’m a big reader on ao3 especially for bnha fic so at first it didn’t hit me that you wrote it and then for a split second I was like “wait why does their name sound familiar- OH MY GOD??” So FORGIVE ME IM SORRY!!)

But lovely Willow oh my goodness… I really can’t explain how bright my entire being feels seeing your message I can’t thank you enough for dropping in to send something because I am just 🥹 and probably will be like all day

But yes TEAM MANDO BAKU!! AHHHHH 😭 he really does fit the role so well doesn’t he? Our chaotic angel queen @ofmermaidstories mentioned him with a certain green baby and my brain malfunctioned because he’d be such a sucker for foundlings

And okay…Honestly 👀 depending on how the current season of the mandalorian ends I might just take the jump and write him to deal with the pain™️ LMAO

For now I knew I had to leave you with something because you are as sweet as can be and i wish I could put into words and explain how much your message means to me so this will have to do, thank you 💐

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The two of you would be stuck in the cave for a while.

“What happened to your damn shitty sorcerer powers huh? Can’t you move the dumb rocks?” Bakugo’s snarled modulated voice cuts through your thoughts and you sigh exhausted already.

You knew about his list of accolades.

One of the strongest mandalorain clan leaders that helped liberate their home planet of Mandalore. A war hero notorious for using not just a jet pack but also specially crafted beskar gauntlets that helped him fire cannon like explosions from his fists. He’s a smart strategist and commander, has earned the respect of the Jedi council for willing to work with your kind.

But he makes you want to pound on his metal helmet head with your lightsaber until it knocks some sense into him.

“It’s sometimes not as simple as moving rocks. I have to save my energy just in case those troopers come back.” You reply sharply. “Besides we both sent out distress signals, someone will come. We just have to wait.”

“Maybe you just can’t move the rocks.” It’s said so casually as Bakugo tries to survey the blocked off exit. The most childish thought rises in you to use his metal body to dig out of the rocks like an awful shovel.

So you breathe- inhale, exhale.

Thankfully the caverns glow from the tiny insects living in the rocks. It’s enough light that you can rummage through the ration packs in your bag.

“Come on,” you offer. “We need to eat something.”

“No.” Bakugo replies gruff. “We could be here a while. Can’t eat all that now.”

He’s right. You’re not telling him that of course. So instead you set your pack back down, close your eyes and try to mediate. But his awfully loud boots stomping around, crunching on every possible rock, makes your face scrunch frustrated. You try to plug up the annoyance leaking in fast.

“Relax.” You say to him or mainly to yourself.

Bakugo scoffs. Your eyes peak open to possibly glare at him. But his back is to you. The obsidian coated beskar he proudly wears is something striking. You even admire the beauty. You also notice you’ve been admiring his broad shoulders that seem to be even broader now with his hands on his hips. You shut your eyes fast.

You’re a knight. You’ve fought wars, survived training to become carved into a harbor of good and peace. You are a lightening rod for the force. You can’t falter, can’t waver.

Your stomach suddenly growls so loud that your eyes snap open horrified.

Bakugo’s helmed face even whips towards you.

“Was that your stomach? Are you part rancor or something because I had my damn suspicions…”

You almost scream at him. You think the force itself might be giggle behind your back.

Embarrassment chokes your mind as you sputter to even think of something. Until the warrior sighs. Bakugo pulls something from one of the pouches attached to his belt.

More ration packs.

“Don’t eat ‘em all.”

You glare hard at him. He knew you had your own. But, you offer him a quiet thanks. As you munch on the bland protein cube you realize-

“You need to eat too.” You tell the warrior.

A moment passes.

“I’ll be fine.” A fast simple reply from him.

“You said it yourself, we don’t know how long we’ll be in here so you need to eat something.”

“And I’ll cross that fucking bridge when if we get there.”

As if the force itself decided to give you a respite, his stomach growls even louder than yours.

It childish and comedic and you can’t even believe the timing. You can’t help it. You bust out laughing. It’s moments like this that remind you this grouchy feral lothcat of a man is in fact someone true and human beneath the helmet. (Or at least you believe he’s human. Your mind wanders about what he looks like beneath the helmet more than you ever will admit out loud.)

“Eat you idiot!” You laugh but a part of you is already terrified that you momentarily just sounded like him.

Something shifts in the air though, faint but heavy enough to notice. Bakugo goes quiet and everything stills alongside him.

“I can’t. Not yet…not here at least.” Oh.

The helmet.

“Look,” you begin solemn, composed. “I swear on my honor as a Jedi Knight you can trust me-“

“Like hell-” he snaps interrupting you first

“Fine!” But you fire back just as fast interjecting. “Starve I guess!”

The words are sharp. You even hate the taste of them, a poisonous bile still lingering in your mouth. Regret already floods you, a wild drowning current. If the council had heard you they would have been disappointed. You’re disappointed in you. You need to be calm, leveled headed. But you know you’re frustrated, tired and…and you hate the strange feeling that’s been crawling on your skin, growing a festering heat, ever since you met this damn menace. So you sigh, defeated and small.

“I’m sorry. Your creed is important, I understand that and I shouldn’t have said what I said.”

He doesn’t reply, doesn’t say a word. The silence, his silence, you discover is actually worse than any of his worst outbursts.

So you break the thick tensioned soaked air first.

“…if it helps… I have an idea.”

You move to the ground close to him. Then sit down turning your back to him.

“We sit back to back. You’ll sense me moving if I try to turn around, which I promise I won’t. But this way you can eat, even have some water and we can just…just rest.”

You can’t see his eyes even as you stare earnest and even a bit exhausted at him. The mandalorian warrior sighs.

“Fucking fine…but if you dare move I’m setting you on fire.”

“Fair enough.”

The moment Bakugo moves, settles against you back to back, your heart jumps an dizzying spin worthy of a star fighter.

You have never been this close to him, ever.

You’re surprised he actually settled fully pressed against you. His back is solid. The beskar armor is not as cold as you believed it to be, even through your robes. The flickering thought of the differences between your form and his makes your throat get tight as you swallow back something clogging your throat.

A gentle hiss of a noise comes. It gently cracks the air and out of instinct, out of panic, you close your eyes.

In and out, you steady your breathing, focus your thoughts to be mindful of the force. However, even as hard as you try, you wonder so deeply about what he looks like.

“Thanks…ya damn shitty Jedi.”

Then his voice, Bakugo’s actual voice unmodulated, clear and even more rough than you imagined, floats in the air. It gets snagged in your heart.

You squeeze your closed eyes tighter.

During the trials to become a knight, your mentors explained repeatedly that the oath, this path, would be difficult. The temptations would be many and they would be strong. You were taught so many ways to fight and be victorious. But you now fear how hard it might be to fight against the temptation growing in you. Because how are you to win against a warrior considered one of the greatest in the galaxy…

Because you realize slowly, then all at once-

Why did you not just offer to close your eyes? Why was your first instinct to offer sitting as close to him as you could?

[saltpepperbeard]

Not Her ~An Everlark One-Shot~

A/N: Hello everyone! *hUNGER GAMES INTENSIFIES* am I right? I’m so happy for the Re-Read that’s taking place, because not only is it getting me furiously posting about THG again, but it brought back my quite dead writing motivation! I was reading chapter two, had a, “Okay but what must have this person been experiencing” kind of thought, followed by the instant urge to write it. So here we thankfully are lol!

I’m probably a tad rusty, but I really did want to write a different take on the Reaping Day. I’ve always wondered what things would be like from a certain someone’s point of view after all! So with that being said, I hope you all like it!

And with further adoooooooo...

Not Her

It’s the day everyone in this District dreads again.

The one where families are torn apart for a sick spectator sport. The one where children are torn crying from their mothers, knowing what horrible fate awaits them. The one where loved ones are officially lost to the Capitol.

Reaping Day.

I clench and unclench my jaw, silently filing in after all the other boys my age. The tension in the air is high, as usual. We’re not a District to valiantly offer volunteers, or boast our Tributes’ strengths. We’re a group of reluctant individuals, with many being fearful, silently praying that their name, or their loved one’s name, isn’t the one to be called.

I’m in the latter half of that group. My name being plucked from the large, glass bowl wouldn’t trigger any tears, from me or my family for that matter. There’s a slight sinking in my stomach as I imagine it, yes, but ultimately it wouldn’t hurt as much as others. My family would get on. The District would get on. And maybe it’d be a sick way to spare me from my current way of life.

I’m more concerned about my brother, concerned about Rye. I wouldn’t want to see him on that stage, awaiting pain, awaiting death. I wouldn’t want to see anyone I love subjected to that. Having to helplessly watch as someone close to me suffers has to be one of my worst fears.

A heavy breath rolls out of my mouth, my attention zoning out as the typical string of events unfolds. The mayor talks about the past of Panem, the history of the Games, and the reasons we should be thankful for them. It makes me sick to my stomach, the notion of being appreciative of murder, appreciative of suffering, appreciative of torture. So naturally, my attention goes elsewhere.

It doesn’t really come back until our District’s sole-surviving Victor, or our District’s Infamous Drunk rather, makes his grand entrance on stage. I let out a sigh as he leaves a path of chaos in his wake, but I cannot deny the slight ache in my chest. That insanity could be someone’s fate today. Or worse, far worse.

Another interesting character, Effie Trinket, attempts to hurry things along, continuing to try and make this some kind of grand spectacle. It’s ladies first as usual, and despite not really having anyone close to me per say, I find that I’m holding my breath.

When the name is uttered, I’m relieved for a split second, and then utterly devastated in the next.

“Primrose Everdeen.”

My throat locks up, with my entire body to follow. I almost feel a bit woozy, my head spinning at the image of a small, frail, blonde girl reluctantly emerging from the crowd.

I know her. Almost too well for never really formally meeting her. I can see her passing by our Bakery in the morning, completely carefree and casting light as she goes. I can see the way her gaze sparkles as she eyes the displays in the window, eagerly running up to get a better look. And I can see her turning around, excitedly pointing at the various cookies and cakes to the person who’s always with her...

“Prim!”

As unfortunate as it is to say, I should be familiar with that shrill, desperate cry. The sound of a person getting their family member torn away from them at the Reaping, a haunting, eerie noise that’s something of normalcy every year.

But it’s from her. She’s in pain. Her sister is going to the Arena. And I can’t protect them, can’t comfort her.

I can feel myself shaking, small beads of sweat forming atop my skin. I don’t even know her. I don’t know either of them. But at the same time, I feel like I do. I’ve seen them both for so long. My heart has followed the one for as long as I know, which means I’m naturally protective of the other as well.

It’s almost like I can feel her anguish, like my little sister is up there.

Mentally, I wrap my arms around her, holding her as tightly and warmly as I can manage. Even if I really could, I know there wouldn’t be enough love in the world to comfort her in this. But God, would I try. I’d want nothing more than to try and keep her lifted out of the darkness the Capitol tries so desperately to inflict upon us.

“Prim!”

Tears spring into my eyes, my heart clenching something terrible. I watch as she emerges from the crowd as well, darting after her sister. I wish I could be there alongside of her too, offering all the support and help I could possibly muster. But I can’t. I’m always doomed to watch from the sidelines, doomed to watch as things unfold.

And unfold they do.

“I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!”

Everything stops. My world completely stops. 

My heart stutters to a grinding halt. A noise of anguish poised on my tongue gets jammed in my throat. The tears I had been fighting against have no choice but to fall.

No. Not her.

It’s my nightmare. My absolute worst nightmare come to life. I always knew there was a very small possibility of this happening, a very grim chance of this unfurling before my very eyes. But nothing could have actually prepared me for it happening. No matter how many times I see them per night, the bad dreams are nothing compared to reality.

The light goes dark, and sounds go muffled. I can see some slight, desperate movement near the stage, and hear a scuffle of activity, but I can hardly pay attention. I can hardly focus on anything other than trying not to collapse right here and now, to collapse completely in on myself.

I don’t know her. I never got to know her. I didn’t get to tell her how beautiful I think she is, how her eyes remind me of a strong, captivating summer storm. I didn’t get to tell her how I want to protect her and her family for the rest of my days, to ensure they never have to go hungry ever again.

I never got to tell her how much I utterly adore her, how much I love her to the ends of the Earth.

And when she goes on stage, when she utters her name, the reminder makes a shaky, sobbing-like breath croak from my lungs.

Katniss Everdeen.

Not her. Not her. Not her.

Somewhere in the middle of my woes, I can faintly hear Effie Trinket trying to get our solemn District excited, trying to get our District to roar with thunderous applause.

But in true fashion, much to my utmost relief and yet utter dread, they don’t. Everyone remains ghostly silent, before kissing three fingers and raising them high into the sky. It’s a gesture of complete admiration, but also a way of saying goodbye.

I can’t bring myself to do it. Because no matter how much I utterly adore her, I cannot bring myself to say goodbye. Especially without giving the slightest “hello.”

I simply hang my head, fiercely wiping the tears away, clenching both my eyes and jaw. I wish I could reveal my gaze and be free from this, be in a completely different world where I’m waking up to light, waking up to her.

But I’m not. The awful world I’m in continues on.

I can hear the loud clicking of Effie’s heels as she walks from one side of the stage to the other. I wipe the last of my tears away, sighing harshly and attempting to get myself under some semblance of control. I just hope whoever gets reaped can work together with Katniss, and protect her with his life.

The odds must be somewhat in my favor, albeit in a messed up, twisted kind of way.

Because the name that’s called, the paper that’s raised into the air, sends me through a torrent of feeling.

My first emotion, by complete instinct, is shock, my head jolting upwards and my mouth hanging agape. I can feel everyone who’s in close proximity staring at me, their faces either wearing sorrow or some kind of weird relief. And after I’ve recovered from the initial blow, the initial realization that I’m going to the Hunger Games, the thoughts that follow are what give me the strength to walk towards the stage.

Katniss.

I’m going to be with Katniss in the arena.

Not getting to know her doesn’t seem as devastating anymore. Because now I’ll get to die knowing I protected her, knowing I gave absolutely everything to keep her alive. And that’s all I could possibly want. To make sure I gave my all in ensuring her safety.

Maybe she doesn’t need me. Maybe she can get by just fine on her own. I’ve heard about the way she shoots, heard her way of fighting is silent and elegant. It’d be just one other person who wouldn’t be affected by my presence or lack of thereof; my family certainly isn’t.

But that won’t stop me from trying. That won’t stop me from giving myself to her like I’ve tried to all these years. I am hers and no one else’s. My life is insignificant next to hers.

I finally mount the stage, and in seeing her so close, in getting to properly look at her, it locks my sole purpose in these Games completely into place.

I move to stand parallel to her. Before I do though, I give myself a brief opportunity to look at her. To really look at her. To look at her how I would every day if I was blessed enough to actually be with her.

Her beauty absolutely takes my breath away. It always has. Though her face is hard, completely taut with emotion, she’s gorgeous. Her hair looks softer than the dandelion puffs dotting the District. Her eyes look shinier than the sun dancing off the lake’s surface. Her lips look plumper than the strawberries growing in the forest.

I don’t think I could ever capture such beauty in one of my paintings, or ever truly put it into words. She’s utterly exquisite.

I don’t stare, being quick to tear my gaze away and look straight ahead, out into the crowd. Now really is not the time to dote on her anyway. I can’t afford to get anymore attached than I am now. Now is the time to start planning how I’m going to keep her alive.

As the mayor talks more about the Games, my mind is aflame with possibilities, with different scenarios. I think of how I can keep others away from her, how I can potentially side with her, how I can guard her from anyone who might come near...

My thoughts are cut short by Effie yet again, though this time she actually says something significant to me for once.

“Alright you two, shake hands!”

My head turns towards Katniss as hers turns towards mine, our eyes meeting and locking for the first time in...years. Her gaze is just as mesmerizing as it was the first time I held it, just as captivating. And just like last time, I silently tell her I’m going to protect her. I silently tell her that I will take a beating for her. I silently tell her that I love her.

And to prove it, to seal the deal, I put all the warmth I can manage into our handshake, squeezing her hand tenderly with the figurative promise of never letting go.

The odds may not be fully in my favor during the Games, but hopefully now the opposite can be said for her.

And once we turn to be beckoned into the building behind us, away from our District, my life is hers.

[notnctu]

7 days: dream series ♥ [DISCONTINUED]

welcome to the realm of sugary shy looks and bursting stirs of butterflies in stomachs. here lies a fluff series of yearning for a secret love! we’ve all had it before, a manifest of infatuation for a what if? Counting down days of possible love confessions and silly, yet embarrassing moments that will mark first impressions. and wondering: maybe we could happen...

a nct dream fluff series ♥´･ᴗ･`♥

genre ❥ fluff, maybe some angst, vaguely happy endings

details ❥ crush!au, highschool!au, college!au, a sweet series where dreamies either have a crush or someone has a crush on them, slice of life? 

warnings ❥ swearing, that’s all i have for now lol its pretty pg, this will be continuously updated once i start writing

a/n ❥ this is author doie ❀!! stories are NOT connected. i clearly love to make series lmao so i decided im going to make a series based off of each song in the RELOAD album haha so keep an eye out for future series. also 7 days is one my fav nct songs & i had to write something as sweet as that song. dont worry, the ridin’ club is my top priority! but i need to take breaks between writing y/n fucking 00line LOL i can only drown in so much dick. taglist is open! pls reply/send an ask to lmk if you want to be a part of it :)

MATCHMAKER - lee haechan

“I think you two would look good together.”

“But is that something you really believe?”

━ details: where haechan has the fattest crush on you, but so does his friend.

━ warnings: explicit language, light banter

━ synopsis: Haechan’s secret crush on you backfires when he finds out that his own friend wants to pursue you, with his help. Since he’s a better friend than he would be a potential lover, he pushes aside his feelings to set you and his friend together. But he can’t ignore them for too long when he sees his own reflection in your eyes whenever you look at him or the brief moments your fingertips have grazed against one another. He regrets playing matchmaker and hopes that you don’t notice his lingering stares and the heavy beating of his heart. 

━ status: reject

OPPOSITES ATTRACT - lee jeno

“Every person I’ve dated before has been very different from me.”

“ha ha! you know what they say, opposites attract...” 

━ details: where you and jeno are similar in every way possible.

━ warnings: anticipating none

━ synopsis: Jeno rides your same exact wavelength, down to every small detail. Growing up in the same neighborhood, attended the same high school, sharing the same birthday, apparently sharing a cat allergy, being in the same major, and having practically the same favorites, you two finally cross paths in a psychology class about love and attraction. The irritating saying, “opposites attract”, has your small crush on the boy in low spirits. But the very moment your psychology professor debunks its credibility, your heart soars with a hope that Jeno could like you back. 

━ status: reject

CUPID’S ARROW - huang renjun

“Cupid has made you into a fool for your crush.”

“He’s made me into a bigger one for thinking I could get my crush to like me back.”

━ details: where renjun makes a bet to get you to fall in love with him.

━ warnings: explicit language, light banter

━ synopsis: The silly boy has no idea what he’s gotten himself into when he makes a bet with his arrogant friend to get you to fall in love with him. Renjun never intends to confess, mainly because his past unrequited loves have demolished his confidence. So a low stakes gamble causes him a great deal of stress and pride, wishing that it was as easy as striking you with Cupid’s Arrow. While he wants your feelings to develop organically, he actually doesn’t know what he’d do if you did end up liking him back. Because to him, you have always been someone unattainable and out of his reach.

━ status: confess!

HIT MY LINE - na jaemin 

“First rule: don’t develop feelings.”

“Second rule: don’t break rule number one.”

━ details: where you break the first rule of being friends with benefits.

━ warnings: mentions of fucking, explicit language

━ synopsis: Jaemin started out as a good friend, one who shared the commonality of a disastrous break up with their long term partner. So, you two vowed to stay single and go through the ‘hoe phase’ all your single friends suggested. But hooking up with each other became a consistent occurrence and rather exclusive. Boundaries had to be made clear once you two established the want of continuing your mutual lust. Nevertheless, through his lovely comments in bed, the cute pet names he calls you, and every fucking sweet implication, you’ve fallen head over heels for your friends with benefits. 

━ status: reject

VALENTINE’S DAY - zhong chenle

“You’re probably going to get a lot of gifts on Valentine’s Day.”

“Yeah, but none of them will be anything special to me.”

━ details: where chenle knows you’re lactose intolerant and have a flower allergy.

━ warnings: none

━ synopsis: Chenle is assigned as your partner for an end of the year group project, without any knowledge of the small infatuation he already has for you. While you two have never exchanged more than a few words, Chenle sees this as the perfect opportunity to get to know your heart. As Valentine’s Day approaches, the young boy has to figure out a memorable way to confess. All the typical gifts are thrown out the window once he learns that you’re allergic to dairy and flowers, and your forgetfulness leaves stuffed animals stranded. You don’t make it easy for him, but that’s one of the many reasons he’s completely whipped for you.

━ status: reject

P.S. I LOVE YOU - park jisung

“This looks a little bit like your handwriting.”

“As if I’d ever write about how your eyes twinkle with star light.”

━ details: where jisung is unaware that you’re the one leaving letters in his locker.

━ warnings: none

━ synopsis: Jisung has been your childhood best friend for your whole life. And you’re close enough to the point where people think that you’re actual relatives. While you have no clue how he feels about you, it hasn’t stopped your heart from loving him ever since the first time he tied your shoes. Park Jisung is your first and only crush, there has been no other clumsy boy to steal your heart away. Before the end of your Senior Year, you plan to tell him how you feel. However, you leave out one important detail in your love letters to him: your identity. 

━ status: reject

[biqherosix]

i know you kinda are on a hitaus, so you can answer this whenever you want(or not at all if you don’t want to). i really like your voltron writing!! 😄✨i’m new to writing, and you’re a huge inspiration of mine because you write the characters so well! i wondered if you had some advice on writing keith, because i can’t seem to get his character right😔

hi anon !! first off, thank you for the kind words. it's always nice to know that my work (especially for voltron) is appreciated ! and if you ever write anything for the love of my life, don't hesitate to tag me as i'd love to support !

let me let you in on a little secret though; when you first start writing fanfic, whether it be for a new character, fandom, or in general, nothing you are going to do will feel right lmao. i know that's how i felt because keith akira kogane is kinda complicated,,, i say this because i project and we're actually the same person ! but, after writing voltron works for months on end, here are a few tips and tricks i can provide that will hopefully help you with our angsty emo boy :)

now, it took me a while to ultimately feel comfortable writing for keith and his infinite complexities. so don't be discouraged ! practice always makes progress. but after reading about his personality on fandom wiki, i managed to come to a simple conclusion that you can derive certain traits from other characters similar to keith. examples include other angsty red tropes, including prince zuko from avatar: the last airbender and mako from the legend of korra !

and as i always say, keith is a mere lovechild between them. so if you have an idea of who they are as people, chances are you've gotten half of the red paladin's personality down :) if not, watching a few episodes is always helpful ! atla's the ember island players and tlok's remembrances episodes are a quick summation of the majority of the series, which lets you grasp onto their respective storylines in less than thirty minutes. that's really the only tip i have, but i can go in depth about his character because he basically owns my soul.

depending on the idea of when you'd like to place the plot of your fic, his personality does slightly fluctuate. but no matter the season, the opportunity for angst and suffering during a keith kogane fic will always be there. anyway, prior to keith's exit in season four, he's much more temperamental. respectively as the paladin of the red lion, he is very in tune with his surroundings and will listen to his intuition of fighting first, thinking later, leaving him to be quite rash with his actions.

but you also have to consider that this is due the amount of loss in his life, as he's got barriers built up, shiro being the only exception to break them down until his brief exit in season three. you also can't expect him to speak to you first, and if he does it'll most likely be "for the cause" (consider his awkwardness, he has tells such as stammers and clearing his throat !) and to sum it up, he will always dance around his feelings and avoid his problems because he's scared to open up ! but once he does (either through exploding and apologizing or something else) the awkwardness doesn't just go away, especially as he misses social cues at times. and with keith, it's always a game of rubik's cubes; when you think you've gotten to know him, there's always a missing outlandish piece of him he hides, but at least he's dedicated.

though he's got a lack of screentime (rip to my king, i yearn for more scenes with the blade of marmora suit) for the next three seasons, it's for good reason. this man physically aged in an abyss, which gives him a lot of development off screen. he's seen as more level headed, and definitely smiles more due to hanging with romelle (another tip, consider keith and romelle's contrast in dynamic, and understand certain traits of hers rubbed off on him having been together for two years plus). keith finally matures enough to take on the leader role he is technically meant to have (though i disagree) and listens. and that is such an important part of his character. though he's still a fighter, he's also more logical, which can be seen in his season seven fight with macidus. and yes, he's still a little awkward, but he's got a softer touch and more in tune with his emotions (and like everyone, he has his moments ! this man almost died for the cause !) and is willing to help people in other ways (eg turning the blade of marmora into a humanitarian organization)

finally, i want to tell you that getting to write for keith kogane and meeting sweethearts like y'all in the voltron fandom has been an utmost honor. and it's okay if you think some things will be wrong, that's just your own little spin (a headcanon if you will) on who he is ! understanding keith, or anyone you write for will always fall into trial and error, and all that matters is that you're happy with your writing and the characters you create ! have fun lovelies and let me know how well these tips / analyses worked <3

[thinkingisadangerouspastime]

Happy FFWF! What's a relationship dynamic you're interested in writing for and why? A relationship dynamic being like, the brotherly relationship Aang has with Sokka, the potential of a pre-dating flustered Sambucky, Zuko and Iroh being father and son etc.

THANK YOU FOR SENDING SUCH A GREAT QUESTION!! i have already gushed to @ambivalentmarvel about this and now all y'all have to listen too because peaches has given me the opportunity to ramble <3

two wlw rarepair answers, both from the mcu (sorry y'all lmao):

1) romantic sarah wilson and may parker, pining & fluff/humor

first of all. FIRST OF ALL. two widowed, hardworking women who have struggled in life, have raised sons at least partially on their own, and also know the difficulties of superhero life (sarah with sam and may with peter)?? i am Obsessed with the potential dynamic. OBSESSED. all the flirting, omg, so much soft teasing. may dancing all cornily like she does in homecoming and sarah finding it the sweetest thing ever (and also showing her how to dance for real, god bless). sarah helping may with cooking (the INTIMACY of standing close to your crush in the kitchen, okay) and may learning how to cook certain recipes to impress sarah (and probably burning the first few tries). dates on the wilson boat, please and thank you. may getting to really see the stars while in delacroix because lbr, queens has issues with light pollution that delacroix doesn't, and also both of them thinking about how beautiful the other is in the moonlight. may helping sarah navigate new york!! obviously nola dates, too, which we already know i love with sambucky. speaking of sambucky, i was talking with ambi earlier and i think it would be SO FUNNY if in an endgame sarahmay and sambucky fic you have sam flirting with may and sarah flirting with bucky just to annoy each other (note: bucky and may would either be aware and totally okay with it and/or it's very harmless flirting that's not misleading and stuff. if that makes sense lol). i just think these ladies would be so sweet together!!

also, fun bonus: the family dynamic that comes with it! peter would be a hit with aj and cass and would ofc adore them in return. sam is perpetually annoyed by peter but also (begrudgingly) cares for the kid, too.

2) romantic sarah wilson and pepper potts, yearning & hurt/comfort

the a n g s t potential gets me here. once again, you have two widowed, hardworking women who have struggled in life, have raised children at least partially on their own, and know the difficulties of superhero life (sarah with sam and pepper with tony), but here there are some Important Differences. namely, the class/status/whatever you wanna call it difference. that's just a fact of canon, and i think that's what makes this potential pairing so Painful (in a good way!). because in most scenarios, i just don't think their relationship would work out in the long term (although y'all know me, i can OBVIOUSLY also think of happy endings tyvm) because their lives strongly clash in that sense. maybe they meet at some hero-related event sam brings sarah to, and tbh i like the idea of there being some immediate attraction between them (romantic, sexual, whatever floats your boat) and going from there. again, the FLIRTING and TEASING, i love it. i feel like they would have a lot of fun with each other and possibly even fall in love, and then of course you can decide if you want to go a) angst route, where even though their lives feel more complete with the other in it, there are things they can't sacrifice and thus have to break it off or b) HAPPY ENDING, DAMMIT, which is always a valid option.

anyways, as i said yesterday (?), im back on my wlw rarepair bullshit. no one in the mcu fandom is safe! thank you and good night :)

[dudeandduchess]

HGW, Day 7: Forbidden Love | Giyuu x F!S/O [NSFW]

NOTE: Hey hey, bbys! Finally, I finished this. Ahhh. I finished HGW! Albeit I was a day late but better late than never, amirite? Ahaha. Hope you guys enjoyed Hurt Giyuu Week as much as I did.

Stay tuned for Infinite Feels Train Week. Lmao.

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Warning: Angst with Happy Ending, Fluff, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Fingering, Creampie, Wall Sex, Mentions of a Breeding Kink, Choking Word Count: 3,456

Once (Y/n) had been stowed within a blanket, with her head firmly attached onto her unconscious body, the three Hashira had set on back to the Ubuyashiki estate to settle things.

They had called for an emergency meeting, which was received and accepted promptly by Oyakata-sama himself; so it stood to reason why Giyuu felt so breathless and weak.

He had knowingly gone against the rules that were ingrained into him from a young age; he knew that he should have been ashamed of himself and what he had done, but he couldn’t find it in him to regret his actions. He felt so breathless and weak not because he was sorry, but because his conscience harped at him so heavily about not feeling guilty.

A trial had been held to judge him for his crimes, but the end judgment had ruled out for the best— with Oyakata-sama’s kind consideration.

Had he not interfered on Giyuu’s behalf, (Y/n) would have been long dead; and Giyuu would have followed with the same fate as well.

But Kagaya had brought up the Water Hashira’s years of service to the Slayer Corps, as well as the fact that (Y/n) had never killed a human being before, so it served to back Giyuu up from his comrades’ harsh verdicts.

The Ubuyashiki patriarch also recounted the story of how (Y/n) was someone extremely important from Giyuu’s childhood, as told to him by the young man himself, which helped curb some of the anger directed towards him for his betrayal.

However, the fact remained that he had still committed treachery and that he needed to face the consequences of his actions.

And so, that was how he had ended up being saddled with more missions. On top of that, his pay was also going to be halved for three months; and (Y/n) was going to stay at the Butterfly estate— inside a shed that was surrounded by wisteria trees— as a prisoner.

It was either that, or be sent to Fujikasane to serve as prey for incoming Slayers. So Giyuu immediately acquiesced to the plan where (Y/n) was a prisoner, as it was better to have her be trapped and alive, rather than be hunted down— or worse, dead.

And so, the days where Giyuu frequently visited the Butterfly Mansion began.

He wasn’t allowed to go anywhere near (Y/n), especially without supervision from another Hashira, as there was no guarantee that Giyuu wouldn’t break her out of her prison if given the opportunity. So he made do with standing atop the estate’s eastern fence to gaze longingly at (Y/n).

Once a week the Water Hashira would take some time out of his busy schedule to check up on her; and he was just thankful that Shinobu granted him some privacy— at the very least— during his visits.

Her aura would hang around the area heavily, and Giyuu would always feel eyes on the back of his head, but not once did anyone try to make him go away.

All for good reason, as (Y/n)’s agitation would grow nonexistent when she could feel his presence; thus putting the entire Butterfly Estate at ease, even if only for an hour.

She knew that she had it easier than most demons, as she was actually left alive, but that didn’t diminish the irritation she felt at being trapped like an animal.

Due to the lack of any human contact, she settled for reading the tomes that Shinobu had been gracious enough to lend her. Most of them were medical books, but she didn’t care; as long as it kept her busy, then she would read them from cover to cover.

Still, reading couldn’t dull out the hunger pangs she felt. She wasn’t really hungry, as she could never feel hunger again, but more like extremely tempted; as the scent of humans permeated her senses over the smell of the wisteria flowers that surrounded her little shed.

Yet she had no choice other than to endure; because becoming a demon— though involuntary— was the card she had been dealt, and she had to wait… just until Giyuu found a cure for her.

She had to be strong, even though her heart yearned for her lover’s touch once more.

***

“I’m willing to compromise, Kochō. Just let me…” Giyuu’s eyebrows knitted together in ill-concealed frustration, before smoothing out when he sighed heavily. “Please let me give this to her. At the very least, let me see her up close.”

Then, in a much quieter tone, the young man added, “Please. I need to see if she’s fine.”

His eyes flitted back down to the blue spider lily in his right hand. The moment he’d seen it while on Mount Yoko— to assess the overall state of the resources on the mountain, as was part of his punishment— his mind had immediately gone back to (Y/n) and how she would adore such a strange colored flower.

So he’d picked it up from the cluster it had been in, and carefully held on to it while on the way to the Butterfly Estate.

Shinobu felt a pang in her chest at that; maybe it was pity, she wasn’t too sure, but she found herself sympathizing with her fellow Hashira. If it were her in Giyuu’s position, she would want to know how her loved one was faring along, as well.

The worst that could happen was that he would break (Y/n) out of her prison. But really, the demoness wouldn’t even be able to make it past the wisteria trees before she perished. Not with all the wisteria-laced traps Shinobu had put in place; which she knew that the Water Hashira knew well about.

The desperation in Giyuu’s eyes were evident; it was the first time that she had ever seen such an expression cross his features. So, even if she was on the fence about it, the Insect Hashira still found herself sighing and nodding her assent.

If it were her in his position, she would have done everything possible to be as close as possible to the one she loved.

“You have until sunrise to spend with her.”

Giyuu was surprised at that answer; not only because he had already begun to formulate a crafty plan to sneak in to (Y/n)’s makeshift prison, but also because never had he thought that someone would understand him to the point of sympathizing with him.

It was a first; especially since it was him and Shinobu that were involved.

Still, he didn’t miss another second after that. He merely nodded at her, before breaking into a sprint for the shed that was tucked away within the estate’s grounds. He easily bypassed all of the traps without setting them off— as he knew that that would only serve to piss his comrade off.

(Y/n) sensed him nearing before she smelled his familiar scent; and her heart immediately thrummed with the overwhelming feeling of elation and fear coursing through her. She had known the stipulations of her confinement, and him coming towards her could have only meant that he was going to break the agreement.

Still, she could do nothing but wait in anticipation for him to open the door.

And when he did, Giyuu was immediately wrapped up in a tight hug. He hadn’t even closed the door fully when she jumped at him.

No words were exchanged between them as he returned her embrace, and pressed his lips against the crown of her head. Then slowly, he began to pepper her hair with the kisses he’d long since wanted to bestow upon her.

His heart felt so full of love for her, that he couldn’t hold back the numerous tears that began to roll down his cheeks. He then held her closer to him, if only to feel if she was actually real, which caused a sob to break free from his lips.

At that, (Y/n) pulled away from him— holding him at arms’ length— and ducked down to see his face, as he had turned to look down at the floor; in order to hide his shameful tears from the woman in front of him.

A sad smile lifted the corners of the young woman’s lips, before she cupped her lover’s cheeks in her hands and pulled him down so that their foreheads were pressed together.

With him she could control the unbridled thirst inside her; and for him she would try to control it— even if it took her lifetimes to do so. Because she knew that, no matter how sweet Giyuu’s promises to her were, they were nothing but pipe dreams.

The only solution she knew to cure her was to kill Muzan himself; which would also kill her, in turn.

Gently, she began to press her lips against his— first in tentative, fluttering touches that left her already breathless with sheer happiness.  Then, she took in a deep breath and licked her bottom lip, before tilting her head to the side and fusing their mouths together in a deep kiss.

The action seemed to rouse Giyuu from his tear-laden reaction to seeing her again. He responded to her kisses, moving his mouth pliantly with hers, while his right hand lifted itself up and cradled the back of her head.

His thumb and middle finger squeezed the base of her skull gently— a long-established signal for her to open her mouth for him— which she wholeheartedly complied to.

Giyuu then slipped his tongue into his lover’s mouth; tasting her sweetness after so long. He groaned against her, before moving on to bite her bottom lip.

However, instead of taking things further, he pulled away from her— lightly tugging at her lip along the way— and rose up to his full height.

Tears still stained his cheeks, but his eyes were brighter; much more radiant with the lust and excitement that bubbled up inside him. And that made a gentle smile touch upon (Y/n)’s lips.

His answering smile was faint, but she didn’t mind. She knew the full extent of his happiness, because it mirrored hers. They didn’t need to validate their emotions with words; they just felt it, just like how they felt the storms in themselves quieted down when they were together.

They had a connection that most people could only ever dream of.

“I brought you something,” Giyuu began softly, then held up the blue Spider Lily that had been in his left hand the whole time.

(Y/n) felt something incessantly knocking inside her head; like a memory that she had long suppressed. It was trying to break out of the thought space she had put it into, but she refused to let it free; as that thought space was kept locked tight because they were all somehow related to Muzan.

Gingerly, she accepted the flower and cast a full-blown grin at her lover. “It’s very pretty. It reminds me of your eyes. Thank you.”

The grin served to knock the breath out of the Water Hashira, and he had to struggle with trying to maintain his composure, as he made a conscious effort to not take her in his arms and kiss her senseless.

(Y/n) didn’t make things any easier for him, however, as she got up on her toes and pressed another kiss to his lips in a show of her gratitude. She then sashayed away from him, while he lifted his hands up and wiped the tear tracks off of his cheeks.

Still, his eyes never left her as she moved around the sizeable room with ease. It seemed to have been a guest house before being turned into (Y/n)’s prison, which further eased Giyuu’s worries of her having unsavory living conditions.

She took a chipped cup of tea from inside her bedside drawer, then filled it up with some water from the water basin inside the small bathroom.

When she returned back to the main room, she set the cup down on top of her bedside drawer and set the flower in the water. It kept tipping over, however, so she propped it up against the wall with a quiet huff of irritation.

The chuckle bubbled out from Giyuu’s lips before he knew it, as his expression softened into one of sheer love and admiration for her. And slowly, he closed the distance between them to move her hair to her right shoulder, before lavishing open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin of her neck.

Instead of shying away from her lover’s touch, however, (Y/n) practically melted against him. She rocked back on her heels and pressed her back against his warm, clothed chest.

Giyuu set his hands on either side of her waist, kneading gently before letting the right one snake towards her center. His fingers then pressed against her cunt through the smooth fabric of her yukata, before rubbing her clit in circles. It still amazed her how well Giyuu knew her body, as he could always map out her pleasure zones without much effort.

But that was beside the point at that moment, because a pleasured moan cut through her thoughts. It reverberated off the walls with how quiet their surroundings were, but that only served to make Giyuu’s cock harder in his pants.

His left hand moved to untie her obi— successfully loosening the bindings— only to give up on it when actually unravelling it proved to be a challenge. Out of sheer frustration, he tugged at the ties to loosen them as much as possible, until the front of his lover’s outfit fell open to reveal her naked breasts.

She also wasn’t wearing any underwear, which was highly arousing; but if he didn’t know any better, he would say that she had been anticipating his visit. Her readiness reminded him so much of all the times when she would wait up for him on that mountain, completely bare as she fingered herself to thoughts of him.

He had walked in on her too many times to count, but each and every time was more pleasurable than the last; as they would try out new positions and kinks that Giyuu picked up during his travels.

His favorite was cockwarming, but he was too impatient for it at that moment. He just wanted to savor the taste and feel of her body while he could. Besides, he didn’t have enough time to fill her up with his cum until she got pregnant from it— if that was even possible— as much as he wanted to.

But he wanted to breed her, bad.

He continued lavishing her neck with kisses and love bites, even though the bruises disappeared the moment his lips unlatched themselves from her skin. It still made Giyuu so hot to see that, even for a moment, he could mark her as his; in a way that he couldn’t when they had been apart.

“I’m already so wet, Giyuu. Please,” (Y/n) mewled through needy pants, only to cry out when he slipped his hand beneath the slit of her yukata and ran the tip of his index finger along her wet slit. He then flicked her clit repeatedly, which made her knees shake with so much pleasure that her hands flew to both of his arms to hold on to something.

“Not yet. Not until you cum,” The Hashira whispered against her neck, before biting down on the supple skin and leaving a bright red set of teeth marks— which faded away after a few seconds.

The young demoness gripped tighter onto her lover’s arms, trying to find purchase as he delved his fingers further into her cunt and slipped two fingers inside of her.

Giyuu scissored his digits inside (Y/n)’s tight walls, trying to loosen her up for his cock, as it had been quite some time since they’d last had sex. Demon or not, he didn’t want to cause her any pain.

When he began moving his hand, however, she had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep from letting everyone within the Butterfly Estate know just how amazing Giyuu’s fingers felt inside her. As it was, she already knew that Shinobu knew what they were up to; but she really couldn’t care less.

While he was pumping his fingers inside her, Giyuu moved his left hand up to encircle (Y/n)’s neck. He moved his lips up to her ear, just resting there and nibbling on the shell of it every so often; while his hand squeezed her neck gently until her breath hitched in her throat.

Her pulse thrummed so frantically beneath his fingers, that he couldn’t help but get lost at the pleasurable thought that he could still make her heart race like he did at that moment.

“I want you to cum around my fingers, before I let you cum around my cock,” He stated quietly, before increasing the pace of his hand’s thrusts.

(Y/n) was reduced to nothing more than a moaning and quivering mess as her orgasm rocked through her. Her knees felt so shaky that she was afraid of accidentally falling, but she was also confident in the fact that Giyuu wouldn’t let that happen; so she surrendered herself to him.

Giyuu smirked at that. “Good girl.”

He then loosened his old upon her neck, and pulled his fingers out of her— only to bring the digits up to his mouth and suck them clean— before making her bend over with her hands against the wall in front of her.

The Hashira made quick work of his belt and pants; unfastening and unzipping, before tossing his sword onto the bed right next to them. And when he pulled his cock out, the groan that left his lips was so pained and needy that it made (Y/n) even wetter.

She could only wait in anticipation, as her lover bunched the hem of her yukata up to her waist, before lining himself up to her sopping entrance.

As much as he wanted to bury himself to the hilt in one thrust, Giyuu took his time and gently eased his cock inside (Y/n). He thrusted lightly to help take some of his edge off, and moaned so deliciously when he managed to bury his dick all the way to the hilt.

His first few thrusts after that were slow and gentle; trying to establish a good rhythm. And when he did manage to find a good pace and angle to thrust, he gripped her hips tightly to keep her from getting lifted off the ground with how rough he was being.

Still, despite his effort to keep her grounded, her feet still bounced off the floor with every other thrust. She had also resorted to bowing her head and biting her tongue to keep from screaming out in pleasure, because sex with Giyuu felt so amazing; like it always did.

“I want you to fill me up with your warm cum, Giyuu. Please, I need it,” The young woman pleaded breathlessly, then resumed biting down on her tongue when the Hashira’s thrusts grew more frenzied to the point of being borderline sloppy.

But she didn’t care about his technique; not when her legs were shaking with the pleasure that another imminent orgasm entailed.

Giyuu felt (Y/n)’s walls begin to pulse around him, which had him trying to chase his own orgasm quicker. His grip on her waist tightened even more, as he reveled in the feeling of his own peak starting to draw nearer.

And when it came crashing down upon him, his hips snapped jerkily, as he tried to push his cock as deep into (Y/n) as it could go. He knew that the chances of her getting pregnant were little to none, but his libido flared up even more at the thought of having her carry his child.

Thick ropes of his cum shot out of him in spurts, filling (Y/n) to the brim and triggering her own release.

She felt her pussy clench down on Giyuu’s cock, as her lower abdomen clenched tightly at her orgasm. Pleasure flooded her senses once more, which caused the tight reign she had on her concealed thought space to loosen enough for a memory to play through the momentary lapse in her control.

Completely breathless and spent, she leaned most of her weight onto her hands— which were still flush against the wall— before casting a glance at the blue spider lily that had fallen out of the makeshift vase that she had put it in.

She wasn’t sure about it, but she felt like she had the cure to her demonism.

[offtopicoverload]

Howdy there!! Who are the li’s you fancy the most from LITG??

hi! thanks for the ask!

i honestly dunno who’s my top answer, cuz they’re all interesting in their own way

I’m only going to talk about female LIs cuz the only male routes I’ve finished are Bobby and Jake, and I tapped through most of Jake and only ended with Bobby on my first run cuz I never unlocked Marisol, so I’m not the best source lol

Talia:

She’s just so chill but has no problem standing up for MC, she has her back no matter what

Which, like, what a queen

She’s the original and only one of 4 LIs, which maybe it’s just me, but for a game based on an incredibly heteronormative reality show, allowing representation for queer audiences from launch is such a big deal and so cool to me, so Talia’s kind of special in my mind

She was also my first LI so nostalgia points

And she’s such an easy LI, not much drama on her route outside of Lucy, just her having MC’s back as the boys make themselves look like idiots

And she has so much potential, like I know some people think her only personality trait is fancying MC, which I mean, is a little fair, but there’s so many opportunities for her in fics and headcanons to develop the good amount of information we got on her in 13 days

I absolutely love how self-aware and confident she is

She just went for what she wanted, struggled a bit with commitment at first, because who wouldn’t, but after that it was smooth sailing

Like obviously what she said in the Beach Hut at the beginning of the season wasn’t great for MC, but she knew exactly what she wanted out of her time on the show

She was confident in herself and her sexuality so much so that she was just down to have a fling with a girl and not worry about how it would effect the show

And then she *coupled up* with that same girl, not even giving a shit about the rules or anything

A queen

Allegra:

I know she’s not an official LI, but her arc is what got me into writing so she gets a million points for that

I love what could have been done with her progression if she was given an actual route, I’m a sucker for some good enemies to lovers, but alas, she’s canonically a bad bitch with a lot of internalised homophobia yet enough confidence to ask MC out

I still love her

Marisol:

I know so many people hate her, and I get it, but I do really like her growth

Maybe it’s cuz I’m pretty analytical too, but her analyses never bothered me or anything, and now that I’ve played her route so many times, it’s pretty obvious that that’s a defense mechanism, and I understand that

She very much so has a “figure their weaknesses out before they have a chance to figure mine out” attitude, and I’m 99% positive it’s because of the ex that Elisa reminded her of

So not only has she been burned in the past, I’m willing to bet it was by the only woman she’s been in a serious relationship with

I really have no problem with her commitment issues, it’s understandable, and I can really empathise with her fear of coming out, it’s absolutely terrifying even if you’ve accepted it and bought a flag, saying the words can be really difficult

My biggest issue is her entitlement and immaturity, I guess?

Like her using Graham to make MC jealous just feels like an excuse to crack on with him and still have MC available for when she’s ready

I understand her being scared to couple up, but playing games to distract herself just made things with MC worse

And unless youre on her route, and sometimes even when you are, it’s clear to me that she expects things and has no problem saying what they are, but going after them is a problem?

Like her going after Lurik even though they don’t have a connection, or Gary even when he’s with Hannah

But then it never works and she gets sad and I melt because I’m weak

ALSO, can I just say how awful it is that Lucas and Henrik don’t pick her unless they have to???

Like cmon she deserves MC after that

And when they finally couple up? And she’s all soft? The GROWTH ohmygod

Anyway I love who Marisol became, maybe not everything she started out as, but definitely the person she ended the season as, more confident and self assured and willing to be vulnerable

It’s precious

Elisa:

I still haven’t done an Elisa route

I tried to a couple months ago, but dumping Marisol felt so cruel, what the hell was Fusebox thinking with that?? 

I do really like that they learned from their mistake though, even if they went in the opposite direction

From what I’ve seen of Elisa, she can be pretty sweet, I’ve seen her described as a Lucas-Bobby hybrid, and while that’s not the most interesting personality to me, I will say that she’s a really cool character that FB messed up on

Why did they make her a straight up villain???

And why ONLY her???

None of the other female LIs have been villains or had such a complete 180

Like her going from shouting at Chelsea, who is literally meant to be MC’s ride or die and the person outside of your LI that youre supposed to want to defend and avenge, to “i cant even sleep because im pining so hard”

I know the treatment of black women has been discussed before, specifically in regards to Hope and Erikah, and it is by no means my place to speak on it, but I definitely think something’s going on with Elisa

Anywayyyy, I love her archetype

The celebrity and influencer has so much potential, to the point that I wrote a one shot without even knowing her lmao 

And she’s so confident in a way that’s so different from Marisol

She doesn’t even care if MC’s happily coupled up, she WILL get in her pants and I respect that

In conclusion, Fusebox did her dirty and I’m probably going to try and retcon some canon for her in the future

Lottie:

Ohmygod

Lottie

A goth babe

Lottie

Yeah, anyway, so I love her

Her growth is just unbeatable in my opinion

Yeah, she still has her flaws by the end of the season, but she went from ready to rip everyone’s throat out to biting her tongue around Hannah

And her and MC???

And the development between them??? 

Ugh

No matter what way you swing it, you’ve either got best friends to lovers or enemies to lovers and I adore both

And her aesthetic is one of my favourites, I’m alt myself and having a character like that is just so cool

My Runaways MC is a ball of sunshine with some hidden darkness specifically because Lottie’s such a dark cloud but can start shining with the right person, and that’s my absolute favourite trope

But man were the wedding episodes a cop out

Why couldn’t they give her the Noah treatment? Or the single treatment? Where they just get together after the show? Same with Hannah, why are they giving such an intense confession after who knows how long of literally nothing, like no communication even????

Don’t get me wrong, I kinda simultaneously love it for the angst and yearning, but it just… makes no sense?

So yeah, amazing bat lady that I seriously vibe with and wish my MC could have wifed up

Hannah:

I know this is a little controversial buuuut

I fucking love Hannah

But only OGHannah, Returning Hannah was butchered and I will never let that go

And it was such a toxic message too, that she needed to change herself and her appearance just to get a guy to like her?

Fuck that, Original Hannah was amazing and perfect exactly as she was

I love her trope, too, the naivety and how obvious and clear it was that she’s still learning about the world and relationships, to the point that it’s going to get her in trouble

And her obsession with fairy tales? 

Fucking adorable ohmygod

I started a fic a while ago that I think I’m gonna scrap, that just indulged in the fairy tale metaphors and stuff because I just love how cute it is lmao

If she wasn’t dumped, I think she could have had amazing growth alongside Lottie, and their friendship/kinda, probably, most-definitely-if-MC’s-not-there-more-than-a-friendship growing together would have been so good

In an alternate reality Hope was dumped instead, and that helps me sleep at night

I firmly stand by the fact that Noah should have been the deciding factor between Hope and Hannah/MC, where Lottie said something that screwed with his head earlier in the day to make sure her friends were safe

Noah should have saved Hannah/MC and Hope should have returned with Rocco, hellbent on revenge and proving herself

That would have been so good for Noah stans and such good drama, that actually made perfect sense

Hope was fully expecting that she’d get picked by Noah because they’d spent three days attached at the hip and then to just… not have that happen. It would have driven her insane and if there was then a scene with MC where she just like, gives up

Like she’s spent the past two days grafting Noah but he won’t make up his mind and she’s just done and MC can comfort her or fight with her and you just get to humanize her make her vulnerable and hurting and I fucking WISH they did something like that, even for RHannah

And Hannah’s growth in the Villa would have been so amazing

I think her idea of a perfect guy is definitely too much, and I’m not advocating that she settles by any means, just that she could have learned that there are things more important than money

That conversation on day 1 where you choose between money, kindness, and intelligence still baffles me

Like why are you a gold digger Hannah?!?!

Why don’t you just want a Prince/ss Charming???

Her and Hope should have swapped and I don’t understand why they weren’t

I mean, I do really like Hope, but Hannah’s just so cute and has so much to learn and her struggling in the Villa just to have a lightbulb moment with MC would have been precious and now I want to write it dammit

Anyway, Hannah is adorable and had so much potential and she never should have returned if they were just going to scrap everything that made her Hannah, except for snooty literature

I wanna listen to her rattle on about Belle and Mulan and every other Disney Princess and what they meant for representation and progress in media and then compare them to their original stories like a dweeb and I would have melted on the spot

Like yes, please tell me more about how gruesome Cinderella is

She should have shown up at the finale and hugged MC and been innocent and sweet so I could have just lost my shit for like a half hour

But stan OGHannah, burn RHannah

AJ:

Adorable, precious, denied an arc outside of coming out

I am not exaggerating when I say that I cried at 4:30 in the morning at her blushing face when playing the first two days

It’s just so fucking cute and I’m a sap and I don’t know why it made me cry, but it did okay?!

And her coming out was such good representation!!! By far the best thing in Boat Party, and I’m so proud of the progress FB’s made in queer representation at the very least

I know she’s pretty one dimensional, but most of S3 is unfortunately

Her being available right off the bat was also such a win, I’m positive it’s the reason she had so many stans

If her and Yasmin had switched or her and Lily, they would have been the ones that were dominating Reddit polls and stuff

And I know she’s written as masc but I just can’t really see it? Like I can’t see her in a dress, but outside of a few clothing items, I guess I just can’t see it? Maybe androgynous is more the word for my image of her, like definitely a mix

She’ll wear a skirt under the right circumstances, but never a dress, a crop top with a flannel, her prom outfit that’s like a frilly jumpsuit, stuff like that? idk im not a lesbian

Her route for me was so glitchy, but I know that if MC’s stolen from her by Yasmin, Tai, or Ciaran, she has some really cute scenes and I wish I could have seen them

And I know some people were ragging on her for the eyelash at the end of the scene but I thought that was just a perfect callback - maybe it’s the writer in me

Basically, AJ’s adorable and why did Ciaran have to split her and MC up, not cool dude

Yasmin:

I forgot I was doing a Yasmin route a while ago, but from what I’ve seen and played, she’s really sweet 

I hate that she’s almost nonexistent outside of her route

Give us a mysterious musician friend, you cowards!

I saw that she sings to MC on the final date and damn is that cute

Her eyeshadow kinda throws me off, but her stuffed animal makes up for it

And I’m salty that Yasmin the Lamb disappeared too, that was such a nice detail that made me start a Yasmin route

She’s distant and self-assured, but has a soft, gooey, nostalgic center and I wish we saw more of that, even if we weren’t on her route

My final thoughts on Yasmin: An artsy indie icon that I really need to stop getting distracted from and finish her route

Lily:

Again, don’t know much about her, but she seems really cool

Her shaving her head between the finale and Boat Party is such a flex and I wish she did it right before Boat Party so we could see her in all her bald glory

She’s into cars, right? And… architecture?

Idk, I barely remember my own name, let alone a 10 minute date from months ago

But I’ll definitely get around to doing her route at some point, maybe just to write for her, we’ll see

Elladine:

I know she’s not an LI, but MC so should have been able to run away with her

I missed that option in S3

I kinda get why they didn’t do that, but Boat Party’s just so messy in general

And I would include Genevieve here, but she’s so cute with Seb that I’d feel bad splitting them up

But Elladine had actual problems with Nicky!!!

Why did they mention it for it to never pay off??

And I’m so mad that the hype around her died when it was revealed she wasn’t an LI or the badass of the season, because I still adore how sweet she is

I also want to brag that before we got a name I was calling her Emma and that’s just on example of my almost psychic-ness

But yeah I wanted Ell to be a run away option and I’m salty that she wasn’t

Know what, fuck it, Viv too, she’s smart and cool as hell, let us love these awesome women FB, you cowards!!!

I have no idea who would be my number 1 based on canon, but if we’re talking hypotheticals, I think my answer, as strange as it is, is Hannah.

I just love what she could have been, but by no means what she is. 

It’s so awkward to know her for three days, not see her for three weeks, then spend a couple more days with, a couple weeks at most, just for her to write a whole ass book about MC?? And tell her about it with that hair????

No thanks, I’ll stick with closeted sapphic horse girl nerd Hannah because I guess that’s somehow my type??? Oh god what the fuck I swear I’m not a total weirdo

[trewloves]

trope tag!

basically choose and bold ur preferred trope of choice and tag ppl .... i can’t remember what the rules were and i’m too lazy to look it up again oop but i got the gist

also i was tagged by @lieutenantmalcolmreed​ so thank u thank u, not sure who hasn’t already been tagged but i’m comin for yall @kottaraiskonvergenssi​ @not-easy-being-green124​ @jasmiinitee​ @wherehefoundtheporcupine​

slow burn or love at first sight i love a good love at first sight but like....it’s about the enduring love...the missed opportunities...the yearning...the sudden realization...ugh fuck me uP

fake dating or secret dating ok these are so hard it’s so hard to pick one but like i project really hard and literally all of my past relationships have been secret dating so go figure lmao

enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers ok YES i love BOTH because they both lend so well to slow burn but again it’s all about the enduring love...hghsdfh....can i get like a “unlikely best friends to lovers”

oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance with correspondence IT’S BC THEN THEY GET A REALLY DRAMATIC SCENE WHERE THEY UNITE AND OH IT’S SOFT (also literally all of my relationships have involved distance so again. projecting)

hurt/comfort or amnesia (isn’t amnesia technically a hurt/comfort) also i just *clenches fist* live for the angst

fantasy au or modern au i live for person a deepliking person b’s ig by accident

mutual pining or domestic bliss i had to think about it but ya domestic bliss...that shit’s so soft

smut or fluff too hard to choose but i think my appetite for smut fics tends to depend on the pairing but all fluff fics...are good

canon compliant/missing scenes or fix it au/future scenes look as long as my ship is in there it’s good but future scenes...give me what i wANT

one-shot or multichapter ok again depends on the pairing but long fics...slow burns...y’all know 

kid fic or roadtrip fic roadtrips were my childhood so just fucking combne them why dont u

reincarnation or character death yeah come fuck me up

arranged marriage or accidental marriage i mean. neither. but i think arrested development made me develop some preference for accidental lmao

high school romance or adult romance nothing is more wholesome than an hs au and i will consume them all but...high school is awful. why would you put yourself in that...headspace...

time travel or isolated together i just gravitate

neighbors or roommates it’s bc i’m projecting again smh and i was totally in love with this guy who lived 9 floors above me last year and we’d sit in the stairwell together all the time. so again. projecting smh

sci fi au or magic au give 13 year old ivy her doctor who crossovers you cowards

bodyswap or genderbend i mean. neither tbh but when a genderbend is done right...alright. i can see it

angst or crack my therapist said i use fic to cope and that’s why i gravitate towards angst. i stared at him for 2 minutes in dumbfounded silence when he said that

apocalyptic or mundane LISTEN HERE IF THEY WOULDN’T FIND EACH OTHER AND SAVE EACH OTHER IN THE FACE OF AN APOCALYPSE THEY ARE NOT REAL TH E APOCALYPTIC FICS AR E ESO DEVASTATNG L Y T EN DDR I