#arturo & odelia.
i miss my own characters so bad.
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❛ i’m not in love with you. ❜ arturo to odelia yikes
SHIP ANGST MEME / accepting !
under the cut bc it got 2 long & nobody wants my rambly FILTH on their dash . ok love u !
there are very few truly painful sentences that can be said to a person , words that don’t just tug at the heart strings , but slice them away completely — I’M NOT IN LOVE WITH YOU ? now , that one is arguably in the top three depending on who you ask , but there really is nothing like the feeling of the unrequited , nothing like being told you aren’t loved . ❛ oh . ❜ she tries not to sound so wounded , to pull that arrow out without bleeding out in front of him , but this is odelia rosenberg : every affliction she’s collected is displayed against her flesh like a mosaic — every reaction , every vulnerability , every broken - heartedness is just another shattered piece exposed to the world , a reflectant of light that entices others closer . it’s mirrored against her features how she really feels , how that made her feel : pale hues averted , firmly focused on something beyond his figure , as she silently chews the inside of a trembling bottom lip , as she tries to think up a reply , and tries to hold back several others . ( not even a little bit ? not even at all ? couldn’t you at least try ? maybe i don’t care if you don’t love me , just let me love you . ) ❛ is that it ? — nothing else to say ? ❜ one last chance , just one more ; and then perhaps another , and another — she watches him , waits for a take - back , something to signal a crack to that mask he wears so well . but he doesn’t flinch , never cowers . this is how it’s always been , this is who arturo lopez is : where she is all exposed warmth , he is a cold block of nonchalance — and she doesn’t know what’s worse , that he doesn’t feel her love or he doesn’t feel her pain .
arms are hugged tight to her stomach & she takes a step back , and then another , and then one more : I’M NOT IN LOVE WITH YOU — yes , that hurt . he might not understand it , might deny what she feels to be true ( he is nothing but an infatuation , a school - girl crush ; one person in a crowd of people who found her in a lonely corner — did she get that right ? ) but his name is so deeply carved into her being that it feels like pulling glass from an open wound , although : what did she expect ? why is she so surprised ? she can’t circle a flame and then cry when she’s burned , not with a paper - heart like her own , not with a firestorm like his , not when she ignored every warning . she’s hurt , a little ashamed , but not angry , never angry — this is just honesty : even though , honest hurts . even though , honest feels like razor - blades & slices straight to the bone ; but it’s more humane , a quicker death than hopefulness , quicker than forever waiting for those three words in a hollowed out silence . ( she wants to ask if it could have ever been a possibility , wants to know if he ever felt any sort of tenderness for her , anything in the slightest , because she thought there were moments , just small ones , where he looked at her differently , touched her differently . she thought there were moments , just small ones , where he might have loved her back . ) she has to hold her breath to keep all that from spilling out , to keep her voice steady as she begins to answer , as she turns to leave . ❛ thank you for . . . thank you for being honest with me atleast . ❜ and i’m sorry , because i’m in love with you .
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tag dump !!!
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𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @hvrtbroken / ft. arturo lopez !
you need to be more than the TENDER HEART you are ―― she recalls very few moments where parents acted like actual parents & offered solace or embrace , but that one stuck : where mother , in the very few moments she nursed sobriety , pointed at her youngest & said : that heart of yours is going to suffocate you one day , best to kill the softness now & save the ache later . at the time , odelia thought it to be a compliment ― how can being kind - being so unlike them in every possible way - ever be considered terrible ? it’s not a failure , it’s an accomplishment . you fight and fight to dig out the roots & tear at the branches holding you to that family tree filled with HOLLOWNESS and rot - you spend half your life begging for sunlight in a windowless room , and the other trying to prove your worthiness . it’s not a failure , it’s an ACCOMPLISHMENT : to walk away with your head raised high & your heart beating in the right rhythm ―― she moves to west ham to be different , to prove she is more than the rugged family she was born into . she becomes the PRISTINE , untouched , harmless girl painted into a yellow - gold halo of warmth . ( look closer and you’ll find the colours smudged , you’ll see fingerprints and scratches , and the way it’s been torn at the edges - a forgery in an adorned frame . ) it takes years for odelia to realise it was true - her weakness is a heart that never stops pouring , her very own anchor dragging her deeper ―― it takes a boy built from match - sticks and gasoline to learn maybe mama knew best .
she still cares though - always caring ; like the way she volunteers for kitchen duty four days of the week despite HATING it , or the way she plays mediator between brewing rivalries at the slightest sign of agitation . the truth is : she does not favour battlefields or clenched fists ―― she has tried : to keep her head down , cradle blissful ignorance . she has tried : to be distance itself , surrounded by stone walls that not even an army could crumble . she has tried , but she is still palms wide open , a sensitive bruise begging to be pressed ―― even now , she is trying not to notice the change in the air current , the slightest rise in degree signalling heated tension . ( don’t interfere , don’t interfere , don’t interfere . ) even now , she is trying to ignore the way the voices laced with irritation prick at her ears , the way she catches sharper movements from the corner of her eye . ( a corner - may she add - she has actively tried to dodge in the very instance he catches her eye ― not because she doesn’t want to , but because she won’t look away if he does , and she’s atleast trying to demonstrate some restraint when it comes to that boy . ) even now , when uneasiness blossoms in her chest at who it all connects to ― of course she notices it , when it comes to ARTURO LOPEZ she notices every little thing - his presence in a room will forever scream louder than anyone elses ―― he can handle himself , he can give as easily as he can take in the face of intimidation , she knows that , but . . TURNS OUT odelia still can’t look away - not even if she clenched her eyes tight enough to see stars . not even if she counted every moment he caused an audible crack within her chest & let that remind her of every reason he is wrong ―― even then , she still can’t bear the thought of seeing him in harm's way .
don’t interfere , don’t interfere , don’t ― never mind . ❛ hi . ❜ she stands feet rooted in the soil - SWITZERLAND between two hostile empires , girl waving the white flag whether it was asked of her or not . a civil smile plays at her features as she glances between them - two somewhat familiar faces , but only one that makes her pulse race . ❛ sorry for interrupting ― ❜ a pause , and she hopes that is enough to suffocate the flames that were building , instead of fanning them into a wildfire . ❛ ― they want a couple of volunteers to go through some of the houses on centennial drive - something about scavenging supplies , BUT here’s the thing . . . ❜ she takes a moment to look over her shoulder towards town hall & then back again , an exasperated ( and slightly exaggerated - slightly . ) sigh falling from her lips . ❛ everyone already left and i really - really - would be more comfortable having an extra pair of hands . ❜ sure , she’ll go with that - it’s a HALF - TRUTH atleast ― she assigns herself as helper in a ghost town filled with rebelling youth , but she would never ask for aid if she could help it ―― contrary to popular belief , she is not weak , weaker , WEAKEST ; but that is a card she’ll play if it means distraction , diversion . ( ODELIA ROSENBERG : pristine , untouched , helpless ― but OH , if only they knew the types of places she called home . ) ❛ it’ll only be like . . . an hour of your time , promise . ❜ pale hues flicker between the two figures , waiting for a crack - a surrender - before coming to settle on his own , palm rising to rest against his shoulder - fighting the urge to instinctively press deeper . there’s poorly hidden CONCERN there too , flashing neon across a billboard sign : please . ❛ ― what do you say , art ? if you’re not busy that is . ❜
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character: P R O S P E R M I L O S R A F F A
the first raffa heir, twins with darien, concert pianist - thirty
pompous asshole, complete dom in life, born in detroit, half raised in dt and the family home in italy
relinquished official position to joseph though he bares the line, lianne’s husband, father to arturo, odelia, and vincent
accident survivor, world traveller, sharp as a wit, gorgeous italian
for more character aesthetics ; for ship aesthetics
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❛ i don’t want anyone else but you. ❜ & ❛ you always pretend you don’t care but i know you do. ❜ . . . as a treat
❛ i don’t want anyone else but you. ❜
arturo lifts odelia’s chin. he forgets, sometimes, how much tinier she is than him (sometimes he feels like he has to bend in half, just to meet her mouth, or push her against the nearest surface and slide his hands over her body). her words aren’t anything new, but they make him disgusted every time. what is wrong with her? how can she possibly think he would ever be good enough for her? how can she come back to him, over and over, when he is nothing but a monstrosity, and a monstrosity that revels in that fact? “— then you’re even stupider then i thought, o.” he doesn’t know, anymore, what he can say to make her leave. he doesn’t know if he wants her to leave. he doesn’t. he does. he can’t make up his mind. he pushes her chin away. “get away from me. once and for all. jesus christ, o, how much of my SHIT can you put up with? i’m not fucking worth it . ”
❛ you always pretend you don’t care but i know you do. ❜
arturo clenches his jaw. his eyes close briefly, just so he doesn’t have to look at her porcelain skin. she’s so BEAUTIFUL. it doesn’t matter what room they’re in, or what mood he’s in- arturo’s eyes always find her. even in the dark, he could pin her down perfectly. he knows her, in ways that he shouldn’t. (in ways that are r rated— and he soaks in that, too). “i don’t.” he allows the words to breathe out of his mouth, silky and smooth. confident and wrong. his chest shudders as soon as he lies. “you live in this stupid, god damn fairy-tale world, where the bad guy is redeemed in the end. but i’m NOT fuckin’ redeemable, o.” and he can admit that. he knows he’s the poison, and the rot, which has infiltrated the growing garden that is odelia rosenberg. “so what if i care about you? you think we’re gonna live happily every after? you think i’m gonna be this good guy for you all of a sudden? you think i can change for you?” he scoffs, a harsh laugh leaving him. he ignores the stinging vulnerable feeling he has, over admitting he cares about her. “i care for you enough to tell you that you need to move the fuck on.”
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‘ aw, did i hurt your wittle feelings? ’ u know who it is :))))
PICK A FIGHT MEME. / * accepting !
is that his aim ? she thinks she can almost sense an eagerness in his tone that suggests that it is : to start something , to drive her away , to take aim the second he sees the weakness seeping into view. he seems to have a ravenous appetite for it , no matter how hard she tries to keep that picturesque portrait of the two of them , it always eventually leads to this : the sound of glass cracking , a thousand shattered pieces of a pipe dream collecting between her fingers with the hiss of a single sentence. DID YOU REALLY THINK WHAT WE HAD WAS ANYTHING SPECIAL TO ME ? she can’t say she’s surprised , she should be used to that oh so familiar feeling seeping into her chest : a mixture of disappointment & anguish that simmers into a night filled with a heavy heart & saltiness staining her cheeks ━ but there’s something irksome lingering there too , it feels like a clawing against the inside of her rib-cage , and that must mean he’s finally been successful in his attempts to antagonize her. ❛ yeah ━ yeah , you did ━ but that’s just what you always do. ❜ words bitter , sharp , & without pause ; no point in beating around the bush about it. he’s already seen it ( it’s hard to hide , she carries a mirror of hurt in those bambi eyes. ) she feels it , and denying it will only extend it’s lifespan more than she would like it to. but that’s where that heat ends , because odelia rosenberg is acquiescent , submissive , and her anger isn’t much like the usual kind ; it isn’t an uncontrollable wildfire. it’s something not easily sparked but easily smothered. the only evidence of it’s brief existence lies in a few moon - shaped crescents embedded in her palms & a tone that suggested less vexed girl next door , and more scolding mother hen. ❛ god , is it possible for you not to be a complete dick for a change ? or is that too much effort on your behalf ? ❜
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HURT MEME .
for @pocmuzings ! i simply shan’t tolerate tumblr’s Dumb ask formatting so here we ARE . also trigger warnings for : violence mention , injury / bruise !
fingertips press against her cheekbone & she winches frowns at the tenderness she finds there : like bruises against rotten fruit , sinking deeper & deeper into the flesh ━ the skin there has reddened already , raw & angry against fair skin , and oh so blatantly obvious beneath a scrape that has already dried . it’ll swell , and it’ll bruise , and people will stare & wonder : what has odelia rosenberg gotten herself into this time ? the girl who attracts trouble like stray moths to a flame , the girl who can’t help but try to fix things that aren’t hers to fix , the girl who is always pulling away with bite marks & scars ━ it looks WORSE than it felt at the time , than what actually happened : too much testosterone in too small a space , and odelia in the middle , trying to prevent a battle before they had swung the first sword ; she’s clipped by an elbow poised to deliver a blow & loses a fight against a coffee table in the midst of the tussle , in the midst of her attempts to play - pretend saviour ━ it’s not like she’s never taken a punch , or the back - end of one . contrary to many’s belief , she is not something ornamental & untouched : she’s also the girl raised in the slums between siblings who thought a clenched fist provided better outcomes than spoken words or grand gestures ━ rosenberg family mantra was this : if you don’t rise your fists , you’ll just take the hit . and there is no room for grace or clemency or kindness , and the world will not thank you for trying to place bandages over bullet holes or duct - tape over clean breaks . ( and maybe , just maybe , she was beginning to see truth to that . afterall , she seems to always be turning away with some sort of affliction : either on the exterior or the interior ━ odelia rosenberg is always hurting . )
in the mirrored reflection of her phone screen she adjusts her hair to hide it beneath a curtain of blonde , but she’s sure beneath the neon laser lights & thump , thump , thump of bodies grinding to the tunes of LIKE A G6 no one is going to notice , least of all him ━ because he doesn’t care , he’s not in love with her , and he doesn’t care . so why is he here now ? suddenly there , fingers pressing into her jaw to examine the damage & fingers brushing away any attempts at concealment . there and suddenly she’s hyper - aware of everything : she’s aware of the closeness , she’s aware of the way her skin burns beneath his finger - tips , she’s aware of the weakness in her knees ━ and she’s very much aware of how he just ruined all her progress in moving on , with a single touch , again . ❛ no one , it was ━ it was an accident . ❜ she tries not to let the uneasiness show , she tries to remind herself to breath . odelia is not one to hold grudges , therefor she decides it’s best not to point fingers or name names ; especially - especially - when she meets his gaze and finds concern there , just lightly scattered beneath a rippled surface , but still there . she’s never seen concern there before , she doesn’t know what his concern looks like , but she’s got a hunch it’s not the pretty kind . ❛ don’t start anything , art , please ? ❜ her palm comes to rest against his , still idle against her jaw , fingers tracing half - moons across his knuckles : light , delicate & and hopefully alleviating ━ arturo is not one to be handled with a softness , but she’ll try anyway : attempt to coax stillness from his shell , attempt to smooth out any edges of harshness before they appear . ( turns out : she never learns her lesson . doesn’t matter if she takes a bruise or a broken heart ━ she’ll try , she’ll always try . )
pain is inconsistent & contradictory , she’s discovered : you often forget about such things as paper - cuts or bitten tongues when you’re met with something more painful in comparison . right now ? she can hardly feel the light throb across her cheek - bone ━ this will always be bittersweet to her : the way she wishes chemistry & compatibility were the same thing instead of two opposites on a scale . she could say ‘ hey , at least we can be FRIENDS . ’ like every other fleeting romance that faded out before it’s prime ━ but that won’t work either . ( she is too much herself and he’s too much himself ; together they only know how to tolerate in extremities : always a roaring tornado , and never a soft summer breeze . ) it’s that pang of sadness that urges her to drop her arm & shake free from his touch with a strained and awkward exhale of laughter ; because it doesn’t matter how many times she fights the urge to call , or how many times she convinces herself she has moved on from the walking pandemonium that is arturo lopez ━ she’ll always wait , and ponder the ‘ what - ifs ’ and if given the option : she’ll choose him again and again until she has nothing burn torn up insides . ( how could her own heart be so cruel to her ? ) ❛ just . . . don’t worry about it . ❜ pale hues are already searching the crowds for a familiar face , like gwen or adam , someone to provide an excuse , someone to save her from herself , because suddenly the room is suddenly too small and the neon laser lights are too distracting and the terrible music is too loud , and it’s not because of the tenderness flowering on her cheek ━ she attempts nonchalance , attempts coolness , makes a gesture of flexing an arm in an attempt at some weak humor . ( and she wants to hate him , she does , but the truth of it all is this : even now , her body feels alight with endearment for arturo lopez , and turns out she can’t even muster hatred for the boy who keeps breaking her heart . ) ❛ honestly you should see the other gu ━ person . i’m a big girl , i can take care of myself . ❜
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📞 arturo odelia lets go
FINAL MESSAGE TO YOUR MUSE. / * accepting !
( my muse is going to walk into a certain death. send a symbol for their final message to your muse ! )
❛ i know , i know , this really is the last time i’ll call , i promise. i’m just feeling really ━ ❜ scared , lost , all of the above ? she’ll be honest , in the most brutally honest way that she can be : she doesn’t quite understand herself when she makes the decision to call him ━ when anguish tears up her insides & she’s seeking some form of comfort. ( he could act as a DISTRACTION , sure , but a saviour complex is far from his radar. ) and yet , HERE SHE WAS : wanting no - one but him , wanting to hear no - one else’s voice but his , and if he was standing right in front of her , she would run into no - one else’ arms but his. ( maybe deep down he might care for her too , in his own way. not enough to save her from the agony of her own heart , but enough to be half - way satisfied. ) part of her is thankful he doesn’t pick up , thankful all she hears is the voicemail greeting instead of the real thing ( something about being too fucking busy or to call back never. ) because her chest feels so hollow , so hollow ; the weight of wanting to talk to him one last time is enough to make her ribcage begin to bow & splinter , but honesty is best spoken to an empty line , words that won’t meet another’s ear , just yet ━ she sighs , a low & tiresome sound that is drained of the usual warmth odelia is known for. ❛ you know , you pushed me away so many times , and i don’t think anyone has ever . . . confused me as much as you did , but ━ i wouldn’t have taken any of it back. i don’t regret ever meeting you. ❜ how could she ? odelia has never thought poorly about anyone , least of all him. even with every disappointment , every feeling of broken heartedness ( she never knew a love could have such sharp teeth , but she can’t say she wasn’t warned. ) she could never , ever , find hate in her heart for arturo lopez. ❛ and i’m sorry for caring so much , but i guess you just failed at being completely unlovable jerk , so ━ screw you for making me fall for you , art. ❜ the cruelest of crimes , she’s decided , but there’s nothing more to be said , and you’ll only hear a shuffle of movement before the line fades into a dead silence.
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‘ you’re leaving. right now. ’ art x odelia 👀
the smirk on his face is ever present as he looks over to the smaller girl, and the way she crosses her arms over her chest. she sounds definitive. final. it’s what makes him close in on her, each step careful as he pads closer to her. “leaving to where?” arturo asks, cocking an eyebrow up to odelia and grinning as he takes a step closer. his chest bumps against her own, his head ducking down, nose brushing but not q u i t e touching. he doesn’t touch her. his hands want to go to her waist, to swoop her in closer- because she’s oxygen, and he’s a breathless, dying man… but he doesn’t. because he knows SHE will. she will touch, and grab at him, because she always does, when he pushes her buttons well enough. “where do you want me to go, o? huh?” he’s slowly lowering his face more, breath ghosting over her porcelain skin. she’s so supple and warm. she radiates good, and love, and everything that arturo’s rotten heart could never deserve. his bottom lip grazes against her cheek, and drags along it, just slightly, before he’s pressing her back, against a wall, with his own body. his hands stay dutifully by his side, but his hips and the rest of him are good (and trained), at keeping her where he wants her to be. his mouth drifts to the lobe of her ear, hot air following his words: “where would you like me to go?” he repeats.
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◈ ♣️ ✮ ( iloveu )
◈ ━ share some headcanons that you have for a muse of your choosing
because it’s nae i’ll give u some that are relevant .
arturo lopez : sleeps on the same side of the bed everytime and is weirdly pedantic about it . also has other strange Specific things that he likes and needs , such as specific beer or specific type of tobacco . he’s strangely picky about some things , for somebody who always seems to not care about anything . has extremely rough hands , they’re always covered in bruises or dirt or callouses because he likes to strum a guitar or bash drums when he’s bored ( he likes anything that makes excessive and disruptive noise ) . has a very specific grin when he’s flirting . one side of his mouth flicks up and that’s his telltale sign when he likes someone or is into someone ( also a constant smile / smirk around odelia ) . runs his hands through his hair about three thousand times a day , so it’s always fluffy or looking messy . has a large array of long / oversized shirts with random holes in them .
sasha lane : used to force herself to stay awake in her shared bedroom with eugene at night and watch over him when he was sleeping ( she was always scared their mum would come in and do something , or her boyfriend of the week ) . constantly changing her hair and her braids , she never likes keeping it the same way for more than a couple of weeks . always wears a torn pair of jeans . literally always . constantly has her earphones in a terrible knot or tangled up . gets way too frustrated and impatient with trying to sort them out or straighten it up . the longest she’s ever worked anywhere is in a laundromat , and that’s because nobody ever came in so she didn’t have to deal with people . always sits near an exit , in case she needs to make a fast and quick escape .
♣ ━ share five random facts about yourself
im SO uninteresting omg . umm okay .
1 ) im left handed and smudge my handwriting constantly . my writing is terrible in general, but ive been trying to practice more so its legible
2 ) im the only girl , with two older brothers . when i was younger i really thought i was ginny weasley . turns out i am moaning myrtle , at best.
3 ) i have nine tattoos . they’re all v small , but my favourite is the sunset i have on my arm , and the diamond . they don’t really mean anything but they’re cute
4 ) i got a new job finally ! now working in risk , finance and event coordination . really wild and new and weird . not super interesting but thats all i could think of
5 ) i used to have an insanely heavy mary kate and ashley obsession . like VERY heavy . i wanted to be them . wanted to dress like them . used to copy their outfits . read ALL of their many many times .. watched so . . mary kate and ashley like 50000 times .
✮ ━ top three favorite muses that you’ve played
again IMPOSSIBLE to decide but here we go . i will always always have a soft spot for mali chusuk . i’ve never been able to play her anywhere but one day i will . she was a lil tomboy idiot buffoon . super bi and didn’t realise it , so big gulp . also , just wanted to learn how to be a bit more ‘ girly ‘ and ‘ feminine ‘. chewed with her mouth open and belched very loudly .
jeremy washington . the original himbo . an absolute IDIOT and i loved him so so much . he had such a good heart but my god . . he had not one brain cell . he didn’t understand anything , ever , and we loved that for him . tried his best but also just had his foot in his mouth constantly .
kingsley tau . my conspiracy theorist boy . how can i ever forget him ? literally he was so kooky and wild , and he always spoke in code . also , he was Constantly High and thought he was mr robot ( he was a good hacker , though ) . kinda just watched everyone and laughed and said ‘ damn , white people really are something .’
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4, 11, 18!
MUN ASK MEME. / accepting.
4. what about your 5 favorite muses ?
answered here !
11. can you tell us about your favorite ship ?
ship ? u must mean SHIPS. i’ve collected & fallen in love with so many ships over the years , both romantic and platonic , i. . . couldn’t just choose one :
arabella x avery : this one was one of my first ships in the rpc & even though they’re no longer active , they’re still my fav set of fools . they’re both from completely different worlds , and even though they really know how to make the other hurt , they really do love the heck outta’ each other … sometimes . like 62 % of the time for sure .
briar x theo : the longest slow burn ship in fucking history , i say . they’re the unlikely friends ?? that just have so much respect & understanding for each other ?? but at the same time . . . the sexual tension , phew ! i MISS THEM .
arturo x odelia : my Newest ship that i . . . can’t get ENOUGH OF . they’re complete opposites , arturo is that Bad Boy & odelia is the goody goody lovesick puppy , but they’ve formed a fondness for each other . they just kno how to get to each other’s hearts , even if most of the time it’s in a negative way , but i just really have so much fun writing with these two ??
delilah x noah : this one is more platonic but i love them Sm that i’m including them ! they’re just the Purest & softest duo u’ll ever meet ; delilah truly loves noah 2 DEATH , and he’s just her peaceful place . he’s a stable person she can always rely on & vice versa . they’re just so CUTE , thanks for coming to my ted talk .
18. what is your favorite plot you’ve played out ?
i’ve never really played out a specific canon plot or anything ?? but i’ve got some plots that i’ve just fallen in love w/ and the first one that pops to mind is : i had this plot with my best pal aubrie once where our muses were in a zombie apocalypse au ━ they were each other’s firsts , but it was this weird platonic relationship ?? / childhood friends plot ??? but also . . . so much sexual tension . they just really knew how to piss each other off , but they also had this really intricate emotional connection / deep - rooted understanding of each other too . every thread with them was always so much fun to write , partly because every thread with them ended in some argument about the other being a DICK . also there was this au where they were 20yrs older , and my girl was eighty years pregnant with another guy’s kid & i just remember her going off her HEAD because he ignored her for years ?? god they were such dramatic fools and i loved them.
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me seeing u with an arturo / odelia tag .. eye emoji
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