#it’s such a overused trope

[koroart]

Fellas — is it gay to realize how beautiful your best friend is while he’s staring at the sunset ? 🤔 ( WIP )

[misswaffleswrtingcorner]

*Kicks down the door* YOU KNOW WHUMPY TROPES I LOVE SO MUCH BUT BARELY EVER SEE?

MAGIC FATIGUE/EXHAUSTION/OVERUSE.

Give me those sweet side effects of overusing magic:

Getting lightheaded and weak, struggling to stand let alone keep fighting

"Are you ok?" "Yeah I'm fine. *immediately faceplants because their legs can't support their weight anymore*"

F a i n t i n g

Physical injuries like burns, broken bones, etc

The risk of permanent damage either physically or mentally

Can I get uuuuhhhhh "loses a sense either temporarily or permanently depending on the severity of the overuse"?

Stopping their heart (cue the team scrambling to drag their dumbass friend back from death)

THERE'S SO MUCH YOU CAN DO AND I SO RARELY SEE IT.

[running-with-kn1ves]

The Happy Bunny Tavern, a small joint nestled in the middle of nowhere, trees seemingly sprouting from its log walls and golden lanterns. Bunnies of all kinds are employed to carry drinks, take orders, and be anything short of a table to house a customers tankard of ale.

Even then, it was common for the weakest of bunny barmaids to be yanked by their ears and placed under a bounty hunter's boots as a footstool. The pub hosted mostly a series of regulars or dangerous drifters, patrons finding suspicion in any newcomers who were too bright-eyed and bushy-tailed to fit in. 

Whether they be half-human hybrids or full pure-bloods under a black hood to keep their disguise, creatures of all kinds came to relish in the bars established cinnamon whiskey and cute bar staff who weren’t unfamiliar to being used and abused. Even the tavern’s owner, a vicious grim burgundy stoat who was no stranger to a few scars, was quite verbally profound when it came to ordering around her staff. She had amped up their marketability over the years, changing regular tan uniforms to hiked up shorts that showed off the staffs bunny tails, and bows clipped to each pointy ear, often which the right of a bunny waiter’s is cut in order to show their domestication to the tavern. 

You were new, looking for any job you’d be hired for, a poor preyed creature who was turned away for being too lithe,” not enough muscle on your bones”, as each potential employer put it. But maybe no job was better than this job, a slave to your boss and any lowlife who walked in the door wanting a bunny playtoy. Whether it was sitting on a silvertailed wolf’s lap to nurse their drunken kisses and laps at your cute neck, or strung up on the dart board for sly weasels to throw pins and needles at, you were the equivalent of a stressball for any assassin, bounty hunter, or prey seller looking for a harmless treat to sink their teeth and claws into. 

And you, a new sight for sore eyes, easily became a house favorite amongst those most sadistic. You were lucky when they only wanted company, or perhaps to see your cheeks puff out from tugging at the base of your ears, but the worst of the worst came when your least favorite customer, a thinly sharp coyote entered the tavern to request your presence to drink with him. You’d be down a cup of ale, room spinning and hazy-eyed whilst forced to put on a shameful strip show for him, his claws raking at your apron and thumbing your hiccupping mouth. The laughs and warm hands that smelled of dirt and dried blood became familiar, thin eyes of every canine, feline and aviary creature that wanted you for themselves digging into you.

At least the pay was nice, even if you had to pick yourself up in pieces after every shift.

[cubeapples]

the trope where voldemort finds out about harry's abuse by the dursleys and gets So enraged, that he kills the dursleys is so funny to me.

you're telling me, that genocidal maniac lord voldemort, who has killed scores and scores of people, has been left neglected and abused in an orphange himself, would fall so in love with a teenager that he would get worked up over child abuse? lol.

he'd probably snicker over the irony and parallels of his and harry's childhood and move on.

there is NO way he is getting worked up over harry being abused. he would feel satisfaction at the fact that he and harry had virtually the same horrible childhood because he is a sick, sick man.

he was the one who's been trying to murder harry for several years, he'd probably be annoyed/impressed vernon didn't finish the job for him. and like, you know voldemort literally killed harry's parents, right? harry's loving parents, who died protecting him.

the empty gesture of voldemort killing the dursleys is so overused and ooc imo.

[luciferstit]

this is like the oldest trope in the book. one character brainwashed and attacking and the other giving the impassioned “this is not who you are/you must remember me” speech. i read the manga but i forgot the extent to which this happened lmaoooo not even mentioning the fact that Teru’s admiration and affection for Mob got such a surge during this fight that it effectively overpowered Dimple’s brainwashing.

(+ bonus points for the “interrupting an attack by holding their hands/wrists and using that position to look them in the face and plead to them directly” position lmao)

[aroaessidhe]

The Meister of Decimen City, Brenna Raney

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Mechanic chapter 9

Note: :)

Warnings: angst/fluff/suggestive. mention of motorcycle crash, blood, death, murder.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You met the hot mechanic again.

wordcount: 3,4k

Masterlist

'I... I killed you.'

You blinked slowly as you opened your eyes, then rapidly, as bright lights blinded you and a soft groan left your lips. A sharp pain shot through your left knee and a throbbing headache forced your eyes shut again. Your head was slightly spinning and you heard some vague commotion nearby. And when you opened your heavy eyes again, you stared up at someone you didn't recognize, a young and friendly looking blond haired man, who leaned in as if inspecting you.

'Miss,' the man said calmly, 'everything is okay, so do not panic.'

You blinked at him, not quite understanding what he was saying, who he was or were you even were in the first place. Or what that sharp pain in your knee was.

'You are in the hospital,' the man said, as if he could read your mind, 'my name is Doctor Osferth. You've been in an accident, and you may feel some slight pain, but you are okay. Do you understand?'

You slowly seemed to wake up from your dazed state, and his words made more and more sense as seconds passed by.

'Accident?' you asked with dry lips and a raspy voice.

'Yes,' the man said, and he quickly gave you some water, 'you and your boyfriend were in a motorcycle accident almost two weeks ago.'

'Boyfriend?' you rasped, 'two… two weeks?'

You stared up at the man with your heavy-lidded eyes, confused and disorientated. Boyfriend? What boyfriend? And a motorcycle? You closed your eyes for a moment as you tried to recall any memories from before you woke up. And then your eyes shot open again.

'S-Sihtric?' you breathed, 'where is… where-,' you tried to get up but the doctor quickly stopped you.

'He is okay,' Osferth said, 'he-'

'I'm here,' Sihtric's familiar voice suddenly entered the room.

You tried to see where his voice came from, but the doctor blocked your view as he turned his back to you and walked to the door.

'When did she wake up?' Sihtric whispered with a hint of panic, 'I- I literally left for a minute to get coffee-'

'Just a few seconds ago,' the doctor said quietly, trying to calm Sihtric, 'she is okay and responds as expected, which is good. She asked for you, as you heard I assume.'

'So… she remembers?'

'I can't say for sure what she remembers,' Osferth shrugged, 'so far, things look normal. But take it easy, okay? It may take time for her to remember things, if she remembers at all that is. I'll give you a moment alone with her.'

'Yeah, o-okay,' Sihtric said. He watched the doctor leave and close the door. Then he turned and almost ran up to you, and carefully took your hands. 'Little lady?' he spoke soft but urgent, 'are- are you okay?'

'Sihtric?' you asked, confused as your eyes tried to adjust to the bright led lights above him.

'You remember me, princess?' Sihtric asked, his thumbs slowly caressing your hands.

'Yeah,' you said slowly, 'you're… you're my mechanic,' you smiled.

Sihtric chuckled softly, 'Yeah, I'm your mechanic, lady. But,' he cleared his throat, 'I, ehh, I thought… well, I- I hoped that I was a little more than just your mechanic… you know, since last time we spoke…'

You stared up at Sihtric, into his mismatched eyes, and studied him for a moment. He had cuts and fading bruises on his beautiful face and half of his hair was shaved off, showing off a large scar which looked new. He was handsome, so handsome, and he took your breath away. You just weren't sure what he was talking about.

'Last… time?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric said calmly and sat down on your bed, still holding your hands, 'what's the last thing you remember?'

You took a deep breath and averted your eyes, staring up at the ceiling.

What is the last thing I remember? You thought, I remember… I… I killed you. I slit your throat because you… you're a psychopath? But I just woke up? From… a… dream? Or rather say; a nightmare?

'I'm … I'm not sure,' you whispered, 'just that… that you're part of a… biker gang?'

'A biker gang?' Sihtric frowned, 'what?'

You stared at each other for a moment and Sihtric started to laugh.

'Eh, I think you've been dreaming,' he chuckled, 'they gave you a lot of medication to keep you asleep. You've been sleeping for almost two weeks,' he suddenly became serious, 'the last time we spoke was when I had returned to you in the middle of the night, after I told you I should go home. Even though you asked me to stay, I told you it wasn't a good idea. Before I left we… we kissed,' he smiled softly, 'do you remember any of that?'

Sihtric's words sounded familiar, and you nodded. You definitely remembered kissing him, at night on your driveway, neither of you really wanting to leave each other.

'You picked me up from work,' you remembered, 'because my car was wrecked…'

'Yes,' Sihtric confirmed, 'I picked you up and we went for a ride, and then I brought you home.'

'And then we kissed.'

'We did,' he smiled, 'and then I left. But I was only barely out of your street when I changed my mind. I turned around and came back. I asked if you wanted to stay over at my place, to which you agreed, and you went with me. But we…' he paused, exhaled sharply and his eyes teared up, 'some bastard ran a red light, and I had to break abruptly. We fell, only barely missing the car and you hit your head really badly despite wearing my helmet. I got fairly lucky,' he smiled weakly, 'I just got this sick new haircut after I needed to be stitched up. But you, lady,' he squeezed your hands and his voice became shaky, 'I thought I lost you. Every- everytime I close my eyes, I can only see the moment I saw you lying a few paces away from me, on the concrete, surrounded by broken motor parts, your eyes closed and blood dripping out of your nose and mouth… I lost my consciousness not much later and woke up in the hospital. I don't really remember, but apparently I almost tore up half the room because I didn't know where you were, or if you were even alive when I woke up. Finan told me all that. When I was doing okay after a few days they allowed me to see you, and well… I… I never really left. Been sitting in that chair over there day and night.'

You looked at the chair that was close to your bed, and you tried to understand everything he was saying. So there had been an accident, you understood, but it wasn't just Sihtric, I was involved too. Someone had run a red light, just like my dream, but the situation was different. And I've been asleep ever since? So everything after what I thought was just his crash was… a dream?

'Sweetheart,' Sihtric whispered after a long moment, 'please, say something?'

His eyes darted over your face as you collected your thoughts quietly.

'I… I killed you.'

'What?'

You looked at him, 'I killed you. In my… my dream, I guess. That's the last thing I remember.'

'You killed me?' Sihtric stared at you and a grin tugged at his lips, 'why?'

'Because…' you began, and you managed to tell him your version of events, most of which was all made up apparently. 

But there was some truth still, like how you dreamt Sihtric had caused chaos when he demanded to see you when he woke up in the hospital. At that time you were in the same hospital room, just separated by a curtain so Sihtric wouldn't get into a state of shock if he saw the shape you were in, which had looked way worse than it had been. You were kept in a coma for your own well being regardless, but you had heard things that happened in the room. And they had snuck their way into your dreams, like the rapid beeping of the heart monitor you heard, which had been your own and spiked when you were making up all kinds of horrors in your sleeping state. All while Sihtric sat next to you for nearly two weeks, holding your hand and talking to you. And you indeed had heard his voice too, you remembered, and his affectionate words had been real too, it all just got mixed up in your dream.

'Gods,' Sihtric said after you had told him your entire story, 'well, you had every right to kill me, I suppose,' he chuckled, 'but… I think you heard the tv, and that caused you to dream weird.'

'The tv?'

Sihtric pointed to the little screen above your bed.

'I spent a lot of hours here, lady,' he said, 'I watched nearly six seasons of Sons of Anarchy on that thing. The doctor did tell me I should've used those headphones, cause he said you could hear everything, but those stupid things hurt my ears so I just switched the sound on. I didn't know it would affect you like that. I'm so sorry.'

'So,' you swallowed hard, 'you mean… you've watched Sons of Anarchy without me?' you frowned, 'that's a problem.'

'I'm sorry,' Sihtric chuckled and kissed your hands, 'forgive me, lady?'

'I'll think about it,' you chuckled and groaned lightly as your knee hurt again.

'Easy,' Sihtric cooed, 'take it easy and you're going to be just fine. You injured your knee. It's not broken, but it was close. You'll be in a wheelchair for a short while I'm afraid.'

'Well, you were doing way worse in my dream, so this isn't too bad. But what about you?'

'Light concussion, mainly new cuts and bruises. Nothing life threatening,' he smiled, 'I can walk just fine and no one will notice any new scars on me anyway.'

'I'm glad you're okay,' you smiled.

'Me too. I just feel horrible about everything. I… I could've been the death of you,' he whispered, 'I could've killed us both that night.'

'But you didn't,' you swallowed hard, 'it wasn't your fault. Someone ignored the traffic lights…'

'I know… but still.'

'It wasn't your fault, Sihtric.'

He looked at you and exhaled sharply.

'I hope one day I can see it that way too,' Sihtric said, 'but… look, I also understand if you don't want anything to do with me anymore after this. We really only just met before that accident. So… if you want me to leave-'

'Don't,' you interrupted, and lightly squeezed his hand, 'don't leave. I don't want you to leave. I already… I already thought I lost you. That dream felt so real, Sihtric,' you said with a soft sob, 'everything felt so fucking real. It literally was my worst nightmare, and now that it's over and… you're here… don't… I don't want you to leave, please.'

'I don't want to leave either,' Sihtric whispered, 'I'm still alive, so don't worry. I'm glad I'm still alive,' he leaned in and carefully took your chin, 'I'm glad we're both still alive, little lady.'

And just when he leaned in further in an attempt to kiss you, your heart monitor spiked again and a nurse rushed in, telling Sihtric off.

A few hours after you woke up and got checked on by the doctor, you got cleared to leave your room. Sihtric was hungry so he was taking you for lunch with him, in the hospital restaurant, a few floors down. And as he brought you your wheelchair, you finally registered his appearance. He was dressed in a comfortable grey sweater, wearing black jeans and black leather boots. You had already adjusted to his new haircut, which he quickly hid with a black beanie.

'People don't want to see a fresh scar when they're eating, do they?' he said when you asked why he was wearing a beanie inside. 'Okay, let's go, princess,' Sihtric smiled and pushed you in your wheelchair out of the room, down the hospital hallway.

'Not that fast!' you giggled as Sihtric zigzagged you towards the elevator, a little faster than was responsible, 'Sihtric!' you snorted.

'Sir!' a stern looking nurse yelled as Sihtric ran past, 'this hallway is not a highway!'

'Sorry!' Sihtric said, and grinned when he looked down at you, 'not a highway and yet there's still a speed limit,' he mumbled, and you giggled again as the elevator doors opened, and Sihtric rolled you in.

The doors closed and Sihtric stepped around the wheelchair, crouched down in front of you and leaned his elbows next to your knees on your seat, and he looked up at you.

'What?' you blushed as you stared at him.

'Nothing,' he smiled and bit down on his lip.

You tried to look away when you felt your cheeks heat up even more as Sihtric kept staring at you, with his cheeky smile and piercing eyes. And it seemed to take forever for the doors to open again as your heart was beating out of your chest at the sight of the hot mechanic in front of you.

'I missed you, lady,' Sihtric suddenly said.

'I missed you too,' you said, barely louder than a whisper.

'You did?'

'Yeah,' you blushed as he looked at you in silence.

'Cute,' Sihtric then said, and he smiled and winked just before he jumped up as the doors opened.

And as Sihtric pushed you through another hallway, to the restaurant, you couldn't help but notice the looks he earned from the dozens of nurses you passed. And you couldn't blame them, he was incredibly good looking, even with the bruises on his face, but it also reminded you how you felt before the crash. That you liked him, really liked him, but you also felt he was out of your league, even though you kissed him. And you couldn't help but feel your insecurities take over with each smile Sihtric earned.

'You sure draw some attention,' you mumbled.

'Hm?' Sihtric frowned, completely oblivious to the smitten stares he received from other ladies.

'The… the nurses,' you said, 'they seem to like you, I guess.'

'Oh, I hadn't really noticed,' he stopped walking and leaned slightly over you, looking down in your eyes as you stared up at him, and he saw the sudden insecurity in your gaze, 'hey, I sat by your bed for two weeks, little lady, not theirs,' he said.

Sihtric gave you a quick smile and continued the way to the restaurant, where he sat with you at a table in a quiet corner at the window, enjoying the sunny view. You both ordered some food and a drink, and as you waited and gazed outside, you felt Sihtric's eyes on you again.

'What?' you asked, as your cheeks burned up again.

'Nothing,' he smiled and took your hand, 'just glad to be here with you, well, not here in a hospital, but you know… in general.'

'Me too,' you said softly, then chuckled, 'you know… my car,' you cleared your throat a little awkwardly, 'I, eh, I… I broke my car on… on purpose.'

Sihtric stared at you, 'You what?'

'My car, I- I broke it on purpose after that first time,' you confessed, 'I guess you… I just wanted to see you again, get your attention,' you chuckled with warm cheeks, 'but I didn't know how, so I kept damaging my car on purpose just to see you again.'

Sihtric said nothing for a moment, but then broke out in laughter, and you hid your face in your hands.

'Oh, god,' you groaned, 'you must think I'm an idiot.'

'No,' Sihtric laughed, and he took your hands again, 'no, I don't. I'm the idiot here, okay? Finan actually said you were wrecking your car on purpose, but I didn't believe him.'

'Finan what?' you gasped, then laughed, 'oh my god. This is so embarrassing.'

'It's fine,' he laughed, 'we were both idiots, I guess.'

'We were,' you chuckled, and you got lost in his eyes for a moment when you both became silent.

'So, where do we go from here?' you asked after a short moment, 'you and I, I mean…'

'That depends,' Sihtric sat back, 'where do you want it to go? What do you want?'

You nervously plucked at your hospital attire and looked down at your feet as you shrugged lightly.

'You,' you mumbled eventually, 'I- I want…you.'

You looked up when Sihtric moved your wheelchair towards him, placing the chair between his legs, and he cupped your cheeks.

'Good,' Sihtric smiled, 'because I want you,' he said, and kissed your lips softly.

After you both finished your lunch, Sihtric pushed you through the hospital hallways again, and he noticed you looked down at your feet each time he received a smile from a nurse, which was more often than he had anticipated, and he didn't like the effect it had on you. He stopped pushing the chair and walked around to face you. 

'Come,' he took your hands and carefully helped you up.

'What are you doing?' you asked, feeling slightly unsteady on your feet, but Sihtric made sure to hold you up as he sat down in your chair.

'Sit,' he smiled, and he helped you down again.

'What- but… why?' you chuckled as you sat in his lap.

'Because I can,' Sihtric said.

He kissed your cheek and leaned his chin on your shoulder, then started to move the chair by using the push rims. He rolled you both around the hospital ground floor for a while, before he made his way into the elevator again. And when the doors closed, he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck for a moment.

'C- can I kiss you?' you suddenly asked, the tension you felt desperately needed to get out.

'Mhm,' he hummed, and you shifted slowly in his lap, 'go on then,' he smiled when you shyly looked at him.

'Where?' you asked, meaning to tease, but also because you felt incredibly shy out of nowhere.

'Where?' Sihtric grinned, 'where do you think, lady?'

You giggled and looked away, to which Sihtric chuckled and leaned his face against yours, 'Hm?' he hummed softly, 'where do you think I want you to kiss me, hm?'

'I don't know,' you mumbled shyly.

'You don't know?' he whispered and lifted your chin with his tattooed fingers, 'hm?' he nuzzled your nose slowly, and cupped your cheek as he placed his free hand on your neck, 'lady,' he smiled, 'I want you to kiss me everywhere,' he captured your lips in a soft, short kiss, 'I want you to kiss every inch of me,' he breathed and kissed you again, 'I want your lips all over my body.'

'Sihtric-,' you sighed against his lips, but he silenced you with another kiss.

'One more,' he whispered when you broke the kiss, and he pulled you back in. 'Princess,' Sihtric rasped, 'I want to feel your lips everywhere on my body, the same way I want to explore every inch of your body with my mouth,' he pecked your lips, 'and with my hands,' he carefully cupped both your cheeks, then flicked his tongue playfully against your lips, 'and I want to taste you,' he breathed, no longer able to contain how turned on he felt, 'I want to taste you,' he kissed you again, 'and feel you,' another kiss, 'and love you. Gods, I want to love you and make love to you,' he whispered with ragged breath, 'I want to love you and fuck you, little lady. And I'll make you feel loved as I ravage you,' he husked, then kissed you desperately, and you felt his arousal press against your buttocks as you sat in his lap, your fingers curled around the neck of his hoodie.

'Please,' you breathed, tugging at his clothes, 'Sihtric, I want you too-'

'Yeah?' he chuckled, out of breath and with rosy cheeks, 'you want me, princess?'

'I do,' you whined against his lips, 'please.'

'You'll have me,' Sihtric smiled and pecked your lips, 'when you're healed up and home again, princess.'

'Promise?' you whispered.

'I promise,' he kissed you again, 'I promise, promise, promise. I'm all yours.'

'Really?'

'Really,' Sihtric brushed his lips against yours and kissed you once more, 'I'm all yours, I promise. Daddy's all yours, princess,' he rasped, just before the elevator doors opened again.

And you hid your reddened cheeks by burying your face in his neck, while you still felt his hard cock pressing against you as he rolled the chair back to your room.

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[inabottlelikelightning]

#desperate hugs, pt 1

[ghcstao3]

Ever since clawing his way out of the grave, Ghost has had difficulty seeing himself as human.

For a long time, it's more than easy to separate himself from the humanity of Simon Riley because it just doesn't feel like him anymore—and there isn't anything left for Simon, anyway. No family, no life beyond the military. There isn't any reason that he shouldn't make a machine out of a broken shell.

Price is the only one to ever come close to cracking Ghost's casing, for a while. He's support Ghost had seldom had throughout his life, a lack of judgement and a lack of fear of what Ghost had built up for himself. But Ghost was too far into the habit of repairing the vulnerabilities the moment they so much as hinted as existent, and Price hadn't ever been able to fully break through to Simon.

Meeting him, a distant part of Ghost knew Soap would be different. Because where Price would never dare to push Ghost's limits, not wanting to undo any sort of friendship they've formed, Soap would ignore those same surface boundaries like they weren't ever there in the first place. The Sergeant would push past, somehow knowing they weren't ever made for Ghost's personal comfort, but rather to keep people away.

It still takes time for Soap to catch a glimpse of Simon, to widen the gaps in Ghost's armour and discover that there is still humanity operating the machine, but he persists and brushes off warnings until Simon has no choice but to reappear with something—someone—new to exist for.

Ever since clawing his way out of the grave, Ghost has had difficulty seeing himself as human. But what he had failed to realize in his attempt to rebury Simon Riley, is that such a task was never intended to be possible. That some day, no matter how hard he tried, the machine would rust, and Simon would always be there to replace it when the time came.

And all it had taken for that day to come was a bright-eyed and quick-witted Sergeant with an unmatched determination the moment he set his heart on something.

Or someone.

[ophernelia]

my favorite tropes:

soulmates/fated mates, obviously.

forced proximity relationships (platonic mostly. co-worker type not like arranged marriage type)

childhood sweethearts

love triangles (it’s interesting. i’ve never liked more than one person at once.)

morally grey protagonist

black wealth (i love rich black characters. new wealth and old wealth.)

rivalries (mostly non-romantic based)

stable relationships

[galehowl]

Never understood this whole "you're not original for drawing the same overused tropes/it's cliché" thing people use to be assholes lmao

A lot of tropes are also popular for a reason and I'll draw whatever the fuck I want however many times I want in however many iterations I want if I like it lol

[manicpixieginger]

I hate you booktok. I hate you 'A [blank] of [blank] and [blank]' style titles. I hate you the oversaturation and dominance of colleen hoover novels and repetitive low quality romance novels. I hate you books marketed on your 'spicy-ness'. I hate you 'fantasy found family enemies to lovers sharing a bed right person wrong time childhood friends to lovers with spicy scenes' marketing books on tropes - but what is it actually ABOUT? I hate you booktok sections in bookstores. I hate you reading as an aesthetic. I hate you author infighting and drama that gets widespread coverage and encouragement on twitter and tiktok. I hate you books that romanticise men who punch walls and show unrestrained rage and have no other way to deal with their feelings for women aside from anger and physical violence and feigned stonyfaced nonchalance and possessive behavior and mind games.

[chuluoyi]

okay but what about remarried empress! au but it’s zen’in naoya as soviechu and gojo satoru as heinry— the audacity of your husband naoya, divorcing you—the perfect empress of his nation—just because you can’t produce an heir. but with that, you fall into the arms of your opposing country's debonair emperor—gojo—instead who is always ready for you at your beck and call, gives you endless affection and endless princess treatment and not to mention, hopelessly and totally devoted to you at first it was out of spite that you accepted the proposal of the warring country's most infamous emperor. but well, he is cute, loving and obviously has no hidden agenda... or does he?

woah, chu!!!

this is so good!!

i'm so invested!!

and ugh naoya i can't stand him!!!

HAHAHA thank you :’) i swear the idea pops in my mind so suddenly— and now i’m thinking a oneshot for it😋

[note-boom]

You know what? Kudos to BSD for being a manga that is so GOOD with the stupid power of friendship trope even amongst its philosophical angst, family feels, and fandom ships. No, I'm not talking about friendship destroying the big bad.

I'm talking about Ranpo extending a hand of friendship to a Yosano that had lost all hope in herself, humanity, and life.

I'm talking about Odasaku reaching out in his last moments to tell Dazai he was his friend.

And about Dazai telling Mori Odasaku was his friend, and feeling angry when it looked like Ango's friendship was based on lies, then letting his friendship with Odasaku spur him to be a good person.

It's about Atsushi and Kyouka building a tenuous friendship starting with her letting herself open up to Atsushi, and him inviting her to look at the city, and her protecting him fiercely when he's in danger.

It's potentially also about Tanizaki insisting they save Atsushi from the Port Mafia.

It's about Tachihara, Gin, and Hirotsu when Tachihara refuses to kill those he has come to call friends despite being a man of orders.

It's also about Kenji's full power being unlocked when his friend died from a natural disaster, and when he heard about Atsushi getting tortured.

And when Kenji snapped out of it to offer a hand of friendship to Tecchou

I'm also talking about Chuuya growing to care about people even though he lost all his friends poor man

It's even about Kunikida and Katai having this deep bond that as of yet remains to be explored.

[babyatreusbaby]

I have this scenario in mind where the two of them pretend to be a couple whenever is convenient (before actually dating)

"Why are the two of you traveling together?" They are on a weird honeymoon.

"Why do you disappear so suddenly" Having some alone time with my partner man, mind your own business. (Actually doing plot related stuff)

Bonus point if they act lovey-dovey even when it isn't necessary.

(its cliché but I live for the cliché)

[jajabenedykta]

oh you're writing a book about People Doing Things? that's so unoriginal no one's gonna read that