#like i don't necessarily care about the ship i just want him to find joy and be appreciated

[xinea]

I know i'm new to kdrama and all but I am simply not built for this first male lead vs second male lead formula, especially when the second male lead is an stupid little gremlin dude whose nose snots up when he cries (affectionate)

[bigtreefest]

Hi! Hope your weekend is going great!

You're going on a two week long cruise with a large group of friends and family, but OH NO, the booking's been messed up and now you are forced to choose who you're going to share a room with. Fortunately, there are two beds, but the cabin is still cramped…

Best friend's brother Jake: Over the last few years, Jake's and yours relationship has gotten a lot better, to your best friend's joy. Now you can't stop him from complimenting you, even though it's embarrassing some times. And he's so thoughtful! Asking if you need anything when he runs to the store or offering his hoodie when you're cold

Dbf Ari: There is not denying Ari's charm. He is casually flirty with everyone but the way his eyes focus on you when you speak makes your skin tingle pleasantly. The last game night you played twister and Ari complimented the way you could bend your body in a way that made your brain spin with inappropriate thoughts.

Childhood friend Steve: He's always been by your side, even if you were separated when you both went to college, after he moved back you've been hanging out just like old times. Except for the fact that Steve has filled out with muscles and now his smile makes your knees weak. During your usual movie nights he always finds some part of your body to massage, be it hands, feet or shoulders.

Sister-in-law's brother Ransom: How anyone could be snobbier than your sister-in-law you don't know, but Ransom sure is. Despite that, he's fun to bicker with and gives as good as he gets. You've also seen a different side of him, a much softer one, that despite what he wants the world to think of him, he actually cares about a lot of things. You, among them.

Who are you going to share with? 🍹

Hi! My weekend was pretty alright, thanks.

But fr, omg, Cate!! It’s so difficult to choose!!! Like, I’ve literally had this sitting in my drafts for days because I have such decision paralysis. You’ve literally chosen all of the traits that make men hotter to me. What am I supposed to do???

I guess let’s talk through each choice?

Dbf Ari: I enjoy the flirt and the charm, and obviously the looks, but when reality comes crashing in, my parents would never go for that. They’d be furious and I’d quickly lose the novelty of hotness to age. Doesn’t mean I’m not asking him to help me apply sunscreen, though😏

Sister-in-law’s brother Ransom: while I enjoy seeing his softer side, I don’t want to rip on my outfits in the closet before I even put them on!! Doesn’t mean I won’t seek him out at dinner to make fun of others with, though. And maybe he’ll be good to spend time with at the shops.

Childhood friend Steve: I very much have a thing for friends to lovers. We evidently get along!! It would be so easy to share a small cabin together. And Steve! Steve is just the sweetest. I appreciate our closeness, but he’s never given a a true indication if there’s anything more and I can’t chase that forever. As a true friend, I want him to be happy, and sometimes that’s just by me being there for him, not necessarily romantically. If I’m not trying to see if anything happens in that department, I’d easily share the space with Steve. He’s so organized, but perhaps he gets up a little too early.

Best Friend’s Brother Jake: is now a good time to tell you I’ve been crushing on my best friend’s brother for like 16 years? Anyway, I choose Jake. I just love how I can tell he’s thinking of me, and paying attention. That’s something I crave, someone else knowing the details of what I need without me having to say it. Sharing a cabin is something I hope would push us farther, to the next step. I want late night conversations with him as we lay in bed, I wanna steal his hoodie when I insist we go up to the top floor late at night when the wind whips over the ship. I want him to cage my body against the railing and hook his chin over my shoulder as we stare out at the ocean. I’d love that peace, and the outward affection, as it’s just the two of us, enjoying the quiet moments where everyone is asleep. I want to find abandoned chairs and late-night cookies and hot chocolate, sitting cross cross apple sauce on them and just giggling and reveling in the night. In the time where no one else has to watch us interact and he can throw all the compliments he wants without me blushing. So we can finally, truly get to know each other so he’s not just throwing out random words to get my attention. He has it. It’s all his and hopefully he makes good use of it.

[39oa]

Roope/Robo for the ship ask

A MOST BELOVED DOCUMENT. (sry anon for this insane reply pls feel free to stop reading after this first paragraph ahlsdfkh) basically 2124 are my favorite stars ship even though it's generally difficult to articulate what makes them so intriguing, but i also think that That in itself is why i enjoy them so much haha. imo the more subtle and unsurfaced and laborious to construct narratives for the better!

i spend possibly too much time contemplating robo's character and i know that we (or i guess i...) often talk about his Just A Guyisms, which i do believe are an effective assessment of his general demeanor but alsoooo 2124 is just so rifeeee with introspective potential that it krills me every single time i think about it. as @kitnita perfectly put it in this post getting to "work backwards from pre-existing intimacy" is what makes them so much fun, because they have arguably nothing that connects them off-ice and yet demonstrate an almost automatic complementary style on-ice. and the fact is that unlike pavs and robo who play within a similarly restrictive framework, the entire ethos of how 2124 play together is that roope's strengths lie in the negative space of robo's, and it's not so much just the inherent beauty of Your Line Is The Only One I've Ever Known (places hand on chest. this is of course a large part of it as well!) but really actionably that robo plays in such a tactical fashion that allows him to effectively activate roope's motor. and i think roope is the kind of guy who sees that and is like... This is what binds us together 4 life. and it's really like... the ultimate marriage of skillsets which is also what makes the way they eschew any journalistic effusiveness (esp roop although obviously part of that is language-barrier related) so fascinating. like top line hold themselves to an extremely high standard and i think robo is extremeelyyyy aware of the weight of his responsibility as a goal scorer, but they're also both reticent about overcommunicating the importance of their "chemistry" to the media and i feel like that makes it... even more delicious???

i don't know if any of this makes sense but tl;dr To Me the ultimate romance is when two people play beautiful hockey together :) and in my head i also like to live in a world where that's roope's biggest philosophy as well. like roope talks about his connectivity to the home crowd and how he feeds off that energy and although it's not like... necessarily evident, i love characterizing 2124 as basically: despite roope being the most complete player on the team and appearing more mysterious or withdrawn compared to robo's pr capabilities, robo is very much the one who hyperfocuses on singular, self-reflective assessments while roope is more inclined to contemplate his chemistry with robo. and i love seeing it as the Roope_Confessional being "i know that I Don't Need You to play good hockey but it's always better when you're here so why would i want to change any of that?" whereas idk whether robo is prone to the same sentimentalism. and that's what makes them fascinatingggg! like all these weird little unexpected nuanced reversals to Roope being obviously the "cooler" and fashionable one, but also frankly the sort of cringe diehard loyalist "soulbonded to the spirit of the aac" guy whose greatest joy is Buying Miro New Clothes, who cares in very bleeding-heart understated ways etc. all of that really lends dimension to their dynamic despite robo being seen as the antithesis to pretty much all his interests.

i also find their cultural context quite interesting but maybe that's for another day because this is already a ridiculous post.... but briefly something that really informs a lot of their dynamic both in practice and in fic is obviously the existence of finnmaf and roope and miro functioning as the heartbeat of it, and we have moments of robo facetiously referencing them and essentially picking up Spare Euros (aka swedes aka petey and nils) on the side and existing on the outskirts of their friendship. and robo is someone who's moved around a lot and has a pretty varied background and he's talked about how he didn't really recognize the weight of that until he became a public figure and grew into the responsibility of his professional role, and that shows a lot in how he carries himself and interacts with media. and with roope being an "unknown" quantity in some aspects with the language barrier and being from finland i loooveeee any potential fic/narrative that kind of peels back all those little cultural layers or even flips their situations (e.g. post-retirement fic set in finland, soulbonding with the ability to speak/understand finnish—but also Not Understanding and finding comfort in that is part of the appeal so there are a lot of places to take this... etc. etc.). 

i will stop here but beloved ao3 user murkya truly does a wonderful job of capturing them and probably in a more entertaining and digestible manner than anything i said here does :') 

[mushiemellows]

Regarding the prompt lists you've reblogged - are there any ships or characters or categories of characters (any specific pirate crew, etc.) you definitely do not want to write about? So that we don't send in prompts that, like, spark no joy

I won't write like, incest-y stuff (even step-siblings). I don't generally write anything with minors (ex: I don't really engage all that much with KobyLu bc Koby is baby to me) but that is mostly a rule for my bigger (smuttier) fics. I could write something fluffy for the teens, though (pre-ts Usopp is a good example, I prefer to write him post-ts but I'll answer a prompt if the situation seems inspiring). But I will write Minks, I know some people are iffy with Mink shipping but I don't mind. There's only a small handful of ships I find squicky.

I'm using these prompts as practice for writing dynamics I don't usually get a chance to explore in my bigger stories (both asks I've already gotten are Nami ships, which I never write much of) so I'm really down to try writing most stuff at least once! The puzzle is the fun part for me, especially when I don't necessarily ship something myself. Like, I have to figure out what the appeal of a arrangement is. So joy is sparked regardless.

That all being said, I do get final veto. If I were to get a request that I don't care for, I'd probably just not answer it. But the fun here is in widening my scope. Just know that I won't be perfect the first time I try writing a new ship.

[whoa-is-mee]

The Promised Neverland

Angsty drabble, <1k words

An alternative ending to TPN, where Ray gets past the seven walls with Emma. And the reward for the promise is to take one of their memories from them, either Ray's or Emma's.

"I'll do it, let me do it." Ray answers quickly, not looking at Emma.

"Wait, Ray, don't decide that for yourself. You made a vow remember, that you're going to live, to protect our family. That you're not going to abandon them again."

"I know, but I'm not going die this time, I'll just lose my memories. And there's no choice, one of us has to do this to protect our family."

"But you've sacrificed enough, you've done enough. You and Norman both, I should be the one to make this sacrifice now."

"Emma," his voice is calm but stern. "Let me do this. I want to do this."

"No!" Emma continues to protest but is interrupted:

"You're not listening to me. I want to do this. I want to lose my memories. Please, let me do this."

The look on his face leaves Emma speechless. He's pleading with her. There's a flicker in his eyes. Hope? Joy? At the prospect of losing all of his memories?

Ray takes advantage of Emma's confusion to complete the promise. Before she knows it, they're back in the Paradise base.

"Ray!" It's happened again, in front of her eyes, Emma is losing another member of her family and there's nothing she can do about it.

"I'm sorry Emma, but this is for the best. Actually, I think this might be the best outcome for me."

"To forget us?" She can't make sense of what he's saying.

A deep sadness falls over Ray's face.

"Yeah. To forget everything. You don't understand how hard it is for me. I remember everything, Emma. Those 11 years that you spent thinking you're in a happy family, wrapped in Mom's unconditional love, I don't have that. I have 11 years of fear, nightmares and hatred. Knowing my own mother was my enemy and was going to ship me off to be killed. My whole life, I've watched my family be taken away, one by one, not being able to do anything. Trying desperately not to lose hope, to come up with any sort of plan just to save you and Norman."

This was the first time Ray had talked about this since that night in Grace Field when he had first told Emma and Norman how he'd found out about the demons. At the time Emma had been preoccupied with saving Norman, trying to figure out how to use Ray's information to plan their escape. She hadn't stopped to think about what those years had been like for Ray.

"Don't get me wrong, Emma. I don't want to forget our family. I don't want to forget you and Norman. And I meant it when I said I'm glad I'm alive. I want to go to the Human World and live a happy life with all of you.

"But for a while now, I've been wondering whether that's really possible for me. Whether, when all this is over, I can really just put everything that happened to me aside and be happy.

"I'm sorry to be so selfish, but I think forgetting everything might be my only chance to actually be happy."

Tears flood down Emma's face as she responds with a shaky voice.

"OK."

She smiles weakly at the shock on Ray's face. "But we'll find you. In the Human World, we'll come and find you and we'll be a family again, even if you don't remember us."

Ray stares at his best friend. It was so like her. A simple statement of what she wanted. Against all the odds, accepting no compromise.

And for a moment he can't help but picture it. The perfect happy ending for him, unburdening himself from all of his trauma, a fresh start, but without losing his family, his best friends.

"It'll be impossible." He shakes off the image. "The other world is just as big as this one. We'll probably find ourselves in different corners of the planet. And I won't even know that you're looking for me."

"I don't care." The strength returns to Emma's voice as she also stengthens her resolve. "We'll do it. We always knew that going to the other world wouldn't necessarily be the end."

He can feel Emma's contagious optimism stirring up the hope in his gut.

"It could take you years." A feeble protest.

"So? I told you, Ray. I want a happy life with all my family. I'm not accepting any less."

[robininthelabyrinth]

Hello! I love your writing! I'm gonna send five prompts, I hope at least one of them inspires you and you have fun with them. Prompt #1: Wang Lingjiao (Wen Chao's mistress) interacting with Meng Yao in Nightless City, can be a ship but not necessarily (I... guess you could count shipping it as infidelity towards Wen Chao??? so def don't write ship if it makes you uncomfortable). Preferably WLJ pov, with her making numerous not always accurate assumptions about Meng Yao's role at Wen Ruohan's court, maybe sort of assuming he is to WRH what she is to WC and therefore approaching him with something like ~camaraderie (whether MY plays along or laughs her off I will leave to you)

ao3

Friends were a luxury that Wang Lingjiao had never been well-off enough to have, not when her tenuous position might be lost at any minute by a pair of seductive eyes or a new (not better) pair of tits, but it wasn’t like she was totally without any fellow feeling.

“Well done,” she said to the boy with Nie braids in his hair like he thought it’d make him something he wasn’t.

He blinked, surprised, and fixed her with the same pleasant, competent, I’m-here-for-your-pleasure smile that she’d seen him use on everyone else. “Lady Wang, whatever do you mean?”

Wang Lingjiao rolled her eyes. Sure, he wasn’t doing anything more stunning than getting himself some off-hours food from the kitchens, same as her, but there was no way he didn’t know what she meant. 

He knew. Oh, he knew.

“For selling something else,” she clarified, and saw the darkness creep into that bright and clear gaze he was always pretending with, hiding behind; he couldn’t deny that he knew exactly what she was saying now. Personally, she’d rather be on her back in Wen Chao’s bed than helping out in the Fire Palace, but it was the principle of the thing. “And drop the ‘lady’ shit while we’re in the Nightless City. There’s no point in pissing off Lady Ma.”

His face didn’t give away any obvious tells, like eyebrows shooting up or eyes going wide, but she could feel that he was surprised. “You – care about that?”

Ma Liyuan was Wen Chao’s wife, officially, and Wang Lingjiao’s official job was as her maid, except of course she didn’t do any maid stuff because she was too busy fucking Wen Chao. Still, she would have thought that this Meng Yao character would know better.

“Born in a brothel, were you?” she guessed, and his face closed up. “Don’t be so squeamish. She told me to do it, of course. If she can’t keep him, better that she control him through me than let someone from the outside sink their claws into him. Doesn’t mean she wants it rubbed in her face or anything, though.”

It wasn’t an uncommon story, and he nodded slowly as she went to pick out some food – she could get better fare when she ate with Wen Chao, of course, but he liked the illusion of her being dainty and pristine, as if you could get tits like hers without having a decent meal on the regular, and so she supplemented in private.

“Someone told me you were from Yingchuan,” he said from behind her. “Yingchuan Wang sect.”

“I am,” she said, tearing at the flesh of an apple with her teeth. “What, the intonation didn’t give me away?”

“It’s not that,” he said. “I thought – Yingchuan Wang is a cultivation sect.”

Gentry, he meant. 

“Sure is,” Wang Lingjiao said, and her lips twisted in derision. “What, did you think it was all fun and games after you get brought across the threshold? Did your mother fill your head with dreams of your legitimate father sweeping in and buying your freedom and hers, setting her up in a nice little courtyard and you in disciple robes, then seeing your merit and giving you the respect you deserve?”

He was quiet. Brothel girls, she thought to herself. Always the same old tune.

“My mother was a whore, too, only she did get brought in as a concubine,” she said. “Nice and official, past the threshold and everything. The official wives hated her, of course: shorted her on firewood in the winter and water in the summer, always gave her the worst pieces of cloth to make clothing and no allowance to buy anything else, gave us incense that’d give you itches and food that gave you the runs.”

“That happens everywhere,” he said.

“She got that nice little courtyard,” Wang Lingjiao said. “It even had a nice little gateway to the outside world – not for her to go out, mind you, that wouldn’t be proper for an official concubine. But it worked perfectly well for men to come in, with all the earnings flowing to the family coffers.”

She laughed at the expression on his face.

“It’s one pimp or another,” she told him. “Men always want something from you, always, don’t you know that? And when they think you’re already dirty, they don’t think too hard about what they’re asking. I was born inside the door to a proper legitimate father, never spent a day of my life in a brothel, and they still sold me out just the same as any madam – no, worse. The stuff these righteous bastards ask for is always ten times worse.”

“Worse?” he echoed.

“Isn’t it?” she asked him. “Even a whore that’s lost her charm still doesn’t have to do much more than lie on her back and spread her legs, but look at you – look at me. Running around catering to their every need, doing every nasty deed that they don’t want to do because that’s all we’re good for in their eyes.”

He grimaced.

“I’m in charge of getting new women for A-Chao’s bed, when he’s in the mood for variety,” Wang Lingjiao said. “And for getting rid of any accidents that might happen later, my own or others’. The Wen clan doesn’t believe in them, if you understand me; if he wants kids, he’ll get them through Lady Ma or nobody. And if a woman turns him down, it’s my job to punish her, or else he’ll start saying I don’t care enough, that I’m looking elsewhere…”

She laughed and took a bite of some pork.

“I’d do it anyway, of course,” she said, chewing. “All those little bitches that think they’re better than me, it’s a pleasure to knock them down to size. And surprise, surprise, once they don’t have their looks, suddenly they’re more than happy to come around begging at A-Chao’s door to see what they can get, since now the righteous ones don’t want them anymore…Peel off all that shiny exterior and it’s all the same underneath.”

Meng Yao didn’t like what she was saying, she could tell. Not that she cared.

“Find yourself a fool,” she advised him. “A-Chao’s not bad to me, all things considered. I’ve been by his side for a few years now and his tastes are pretty run-of-the-mill, not like his brother or his father; a bit of ego stroking - ooh, you’re so strong, so capable, I’ve never seen anyone as big as you, that sort of thing - and he likes coming on my tits. Sect Leader Wen, though? He’s too clever. You won’t be able to keep his interest for long, not even with those ingenious little torture machines you keep inventing for him, and then he’ll have you doing the real scut work.”

“I appreciate your consideration,” he said stiffly. Didn’t like his work being compared to someone like her, did he?

Men.

“I hear things about the brothels in Lanling,” she offered, just to needle him. “Not just perfume and flowers and a bit of witty conversation, not for men with all the money in the world; they like getting a little extra. If you’d gotten taken in the way you wanted, I’d bet that’s the job you’d get: you’d be seeing those women every day, bringing the women in smiling and taking them out crying – or worse. Some jobs you aren’t meant to come back from, after all; my best friend growing up ended up that way. You couldn’t even recognize the body as human below the neck.”

He was too well-trained to glare, but Wang Lingjiao could tell he wanted to. Someone like him, who signed up to do torture work, probably wouldn’t mind the bodies, she reflected, and shook her head.

“What’s Qinghe like, anyway?” she asked, nodding at his braids, actually curious. “Secretive sorts, and the one or two times my people acted as hosts to their inner sect disciples, they always turned down any offers for late night company.”

“I wouldn’t know,” he said.

“Stop having a stick up your ass. I’m not saying you provided services yourself, and even if you did I’m hardly one to judge. I just want to know. You were close with that big man of theirs, their sect leader, weren’t you? Sect Leader Wen sure talks about it enough.”

Talked about it the way Wen Chao talked about Wang Lingjiao getting close to a woman he was pursuing, sometimes. There was really no accounting for taste – Sect Leader Wen could have any woman he wanted and often did, her and Lady Ma included, and even sometimes at the same time; yet what he really wanted, apparently, was to hear Meng Yao talk about Sect Leader Nie’s personal habits.

Probably he wanted the joy in breaking him or something. Wang Lingjiao didn’t make it her business to try to guess, though she supposed Meng Yao did.

“No way someone as sharp as you didn’t pick up some clues about what he likes,” she continued. “Come on, what is it? He like beating his whores or something?”

“He didn’t frequent whores,” Meng Yao said. “And he didn’t take lovers.”

He smiled, faintly, probably at her expression of disbelief.

“He liked slaughtering Wen-dogs,” he added. “Rather a lot. See that you don’t end up on the wrong side of his saber. He didn’t make allowances for women.”

Wang Lingjiao tossed her hair – there was no need to bring in blood and war into their perfectly nice conversation! – and huffed. “Oh, I get you. The marrying type, then?” she sneered. “The ones that’ll give you their heart and forgive you for everything, then end up wearing green hats for cuckolds when it turns out the one they like isn’t near as virtuous as them? What a fool!”

“I thought you said I should find myself a fool,” Meng Yao said mildly.

“You still have to be able to keep him,” she mocked. “If you could get someone like Sect Leader Nie on the hook, why would you be busting your ass here?”

That shut him up.

“Well, your loss is Sect Leader Wen’s gain, I guess,” she said, and put aside her plate without washing it. The kitchen staff could clean up for her. “Ugh, I can’t wait for this war to be over already. I miss the discussion conferences! Even though I had to stay back with the servants, at least you got to see some new people…that last one, with the archery, that was a fun one.”

She grinned. “All the sect leaders came here to sit at Sect Leader Wen’s feet, your father included. He asked all three of his housekeeping maids to serve him in bed, you know. All at once. Brave man, at his age…come to think of it, you might want to check the nursery. See if you have some siblings there. Who knows? Maybe they’ll grow up to be competition.”

Meng Yao said nothing.

Wang Lingjiao laughed again.

“Have fun in the Fire Palace, Meng Yao,” she said, sashaying away. “Try not to end up on the wrong side of it.”

See? It was almost like being friends.

[grayintogreen]

😅🥺🤡😈✨️⛔️💖❌️🎯🎨🤗😬🤯

SOME OF THESE I ALREADY ANSWERED, so I will skip those unless I have another answer.

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

Honestly, the sheer amount of times cages appear in my fics leaves me feeling so fucking shameful, but not enough to ever stop doing it. I don't know WHY that is my goddamn trademark.

But as an entire story- run like deer or die like dogs is just so full of ID nastiness where I hurt characters I like for no damn reason (except so they can hug it out). One day I'll finish that.

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Anguished declarations of love. Goddamn I get soppy about those. Or massive betrayals. Writing Molly dealing with Gustav's bullshit in OUADYA was so painful. I feel like I channeled MY anger through Yasha because I was so upset for him.

Also death scenes. I don't think ANYTHING I've written fucked me up like Cree's POV on Lucien's death in TCTNC.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

I've written so much Nott/Veth dialogue that really makes me laugh that I can't recall off the top of my head. For someone who claims to be Bad At Her, she's ALWAYS the character who gets my funniest lines. I blame Sam.

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

The cliffhangers in shattered stage were made to get me fucking PUNCHED.

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

I refuse to scrap anything. Like there's some stuff that got jossed badly by canon that is just on standby until I can either salavage it for parts or decide I just don't care about that one fic being canon accurate.

💖 What made you start writing?

So I used to write "friend fiction" where my friends and I would get turned into animals and have adventures. (Somehow we always ended up in cages and had to escape. I AM TELLING YOU IT IS A SICKNESS.) So that got me started on writing, but I was always constantly acting out my own continuations of movies I liked with my toys, so that's where the fanfiction thing started, so when the internet happened and I discovered actual fanfic, the sickness was born in me. I've been writing fanfic since I was eleven.

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

A FUCKING YEAR AGO IT WOULD HAVE BEEN A/B/O BUT I GUESS WE CROSSED THAT GODDAMN BRIDGE IN WIP LAND. I really don't have any, unless it's like Extreme Kink stuff which isn't necessarily a trope.

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT. I want to hug it to my chest. I haven't gotten much but what I have gotten has been amazing and makes me cry with joy.

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

Write what you like and don't worry about getting "famous." The right audience will find you and that's all that matters.

Seriously don't try to follow some kind of litmus test for what kind of content generates the most kudos. You will go insane and you won't like what you create. Even if you're the only one who cares about your fav character/ship, just write what you want. It feels good.

Your favorite fic and the one that's the most popular are almost never the same fic. Don't resent the popular one.

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

ROMANCE where NOTHING ELSE is going on. I still don't know how people write 100k romance fics. I imagine there is a lot of smut involved.

[faith-trustpixiedust]

One thing I love about your blogs is the complete lack of anti sentiment toward any character. The Descendants fanbase is full of so much hate and I really admire how you can be above it all, just in your own little area enjoying the characters you enjoy while people flog them.

BUTTTT one character whom I truly dislike I just wanna get your thoughts on something I've thought up about them recently. I might be being bias or maybe I'm onto something, idk.

Y'know how a lot of people blame Ben for the serenade to Mal and how it upset Audrey? Well obvs it wasn't Ben's fault as he was drugged, but if you look at the Did I Mention music video *Chad* just seems.... So into it? And happy about it? And unlike Ben, he wasn't spelled! And unlike the other jocks there I'm pretty sure Chad and Audrey were friends right? So Chad perceived his friend's boyfriend to be humiliating her in front of the entire school and just happily danced along. So essentially what anti Ben's describe Ben as here is essentially what Chad is; someone who humiliated someone he was close to in front of the entire school. He didn't run off to see Audrey and check she was okay but was just delighted. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth because I suspect maybe some of that joy was because he saw a chance to get with Audrey himself.... I find his feelings for her quite creepy tbh.

Yet Chaudrey is like... Shipped? So when Ben does something by being magic spelled into it it's the end of the world, but when Chad does it of his own freewill it's fine? Make it make sense lol.

I don't mean to bring hate into your blog, I just get the impression you aren't a Chad fan either so we can kinda mutually dip on him. If you like him though then I apologize and will leave my anti Chadness off your blog in future.

Chad is honestly such an interesting character to me. For starters it's how did Cinderella and Prince Charming's kid end up Like That, and then just...why is he Like That?

I've come to the conclusion that Chad likes a good time, and doesn't really care that much about how his having a good time affects others. With Did I Mention it's "oh we're singing and dancing now? sick I hope this Mal chick enjoys it". When Audrey announces that Chad is her boyfriend and she doesn't need Ben's "pity date", he's excited about that too. (Then in Descendants 2 he gets excited about the fact that Ben has been kidnapped and hopes that means he's king, which in my opinion, is the most messed up thing he's done. But again, it's Chad wanting what he percieves as the good time of being king and winning back Audrey, not really caring that Ben is hurt in the process.

We really don't know what Chad and Audrey's relationship is like before the movies. They very well could be friends, I'd assume they're at least friendly with each other, given that their parents are both royals and they go to school together. Audrey dating Ben and Chad likely being one of Ben's friends would mean they spend even more tiem with each other's social circlesm But we really don't know where they lie on the range of friendly to friends. (I kinda vibe with the idea that Audrey, Ben, and Chad have all been close since they were kids, Ben and Chad both had a crush on Audrey, but Ben acted on his feelings for her first. Or maybe Audrey already had her eye on the crown and chose Ben over Chad. Either way, Chad having a long-term crush on Audrey would explain a lot of his behavior towards her.)

But yeah, I think if we're to blame anyone for Did I Mention, it would be Audrey's friends that aided Ben in serenading Mal, and embarrassing Audrey in the process. Then again, Ben was the crown prince and soon to be king, and that's not really someone you can tell to stop doing something and cause a scene with in front of the entire school.

Yeah. Not necessarily a Chad anti but I think a lot of things he's done are pretty icky. But he's definitely my least favorite of his generation of characters in the movies.