#mc lorelai

[somewhereincairparavel]

I'm sorry but I'll NEVER stop talking about how female leads in books or shows get shit on for the most BASIC thing omg. and people would still try to deny that elements misogyny is involved and claim that its only because they are a "badly written character" yeah well you're saying that about literally any and every female mc 😭 (and their reasoning for being a bad character is when they have BASIC human flaws)

they are called mary sue but the MOMENT they take a huge misstep (aka being un-mary sue like) they get thrashed into oblivion.

[beckywiththeshitassbangs]

Oh and while we’re on the subject of Hana’s parents, this was PAINFUL to read. The way she immediately grabbed mc’s hand. The way she flickers between different emotions because she doesn’t know what they might say to her. On her own baby shower mind you.

[anonymous-eggy]

tell me abt your touchstarved oc :3

do they like games (card games/board games/word games etc) + how are they at cooking, any specialty dishes? + friendliness rating 1-10? + are you open to oc-oc interactions >:0

ALSO do you have images of them !!

YES YES YES I CAN DO THAT Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ

1. do they like games (card games/board games/word games ect)

i never thought ab that. theres probably some games he used to play in secret with other kids at the church while growing up like jacks that he enjoys bittersweetly. once Az grew up, they used to read oracle cards for the kids. thats not necessarily a game, but it was something he really enjoyed doing.

he'd kill it at poker if Leander taught him how to play, since Az has a blank facial expression most of the time. so i could totally imagine Az liking games where a poker face is needed.

2. how are they at cooking, any specialty dishes?

i adore Az with all my heart, but that fella only knows how to cook the most basic of meals and scavenge snack foods. such is the consequence of growing up in a cult that needed him dependent. the most (un)complicated thing he can cook is rice and eggs. he did not know that he had to wash rice before cooking it until a traveler in the caravan told him.

so i suppose his specialty dish is rice and eggs, especially since i imagine eggs are a rare treat in the touchstarved world.

3. friendliness rating 1-10?

he's not... unfriendly? he just comes off as cold and distant. especially when he first ran from the cult bc of lore reasons and bc he was figuring himself out. but he does pick and choose select people to allow a bit closer to him. especially if they dont pester him about his full name. Az and Azzy work just fine.

i would say he's probably around 5.5-7?

4. are you open to oc-oc interactions?

ABSOLUTELY HELL YEAH. I've doodled Az and my queer platonic partners oc, Lorelai, together bc its so fun to imagine two cursed lil guys interacting. perhaps not in a romantic or sexual sense, but all other types of interaction are so fun!

ALSO i absolutely have images of Az! i keep em tuck in my touchstarved az tag (which I'll tag on this post as well) but here's his reference sheet!

[hansolsticio]

Soso, tava observando aqui, e eu ( acho ) que percebi que você é muito de músicas calminhas, tô correta? Veja bem ☝🏻 Você comentou algumas vezes que escuta Raveena, postou sobre close... Não sei se eu tô certa, mas você aparenta gostar de músicas mais dboa doq as animadona e taals powpowpow

Acertei ou nã? ✨

é só pose, lorezinha! honestamente depende do momento, eu escuto de tudo... música agitada, calma, triste, feliz... (meu apego em músicas calmas é só ocasional)

[uselessgay10101]

I will forever admire the way The Royal Romance made the whole Hana X Mc situation not homophobic... but the fact that you could throw down with Lorelai feels homophobic enough

[jinwoosungs]

10/07/24; 05:40pm

{ drabbles / headcanons }

[ when you watch them fall in love with someone else ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel

notes and warnings: unedited; non!mc reader; unrequited love; angst, no comfort. do not ask for a part 2. mc names for each story ( lorelai, ashley, teresa, melody )

thank you @/nyashykyunnie for providing the banners for this story ♡

{ she's got you mesmerized, while i die | why would you ever kiss me? | i'm not even half as pretty | you gave her your sweater, it's just polyester | but you like her better... i wish i was heather. }

to sylus, you were simply someone he hired to help with making his life easier. his relationship with you was nothing short of a mere business deal, with your mere existence seeming to be a means to an end.

yet foolishly enough, you had fallen for this cocky bastard, knowing you would do anything to please him-

anything to make him happy.

you couldn't count the instances where you sacrificed your own dignity for the sake of furthering his agenda alone. from sleeping with his enemies to obtain their secrets, to risking your life backing him up in various situations that more often than not, ended up in a gunfight-

you truly didn't understand why you would put your body and heart through such torture, simply to receive a mere nod of approval in response. it was during times like these, when you're so busy nursing your wounds, that you wondered why your traitorous heart beat so strongly for him, despite knowing how he didn't reciprocate your feelings.

in order to feel better about this whole situation, you managed to convince yourself that sylus was a busy man. that he didn't have time to feel such trivial emotions like love; that he treated you well enough, and as long as you could forever remain by his side, then you had no complaints.

you were a fool, purposely living in this tiny sandbox, convincing yourself that you could survive on mere scraps alone when it came to sylus.

yet that all changed when a certain hunter crash landed into his life, changing not only the course of his life-

but yours as well.

you had simply tagged along, being sylus's all too willing shadow when the young woman foolishly stepped into the n109 zone with an agenda of her own. as sylus takes her back to the warehouse, you could detect the fear and anxiety in her voice even when she willingly went against sylus.

and it was with those eyes, so filled with conviction, that you could see the way the walls around sylus's heart was beginning to crumble. he makes a few snide remarks to the woman, yet you could hear the amusement in his voice when he steps closer to her, pressing his hand over hers that felt much too sensual for your eyes.

envy was felt choking you, and you had to turn away from the scene. ice was felt coursing through your very veins at the sight, and you bit down against your bottom lip with such intensity that you swore that you were close to drawing blood.

thoughts pertaining to your denial kept repeating itself in your mind, like a never-ending mantra, and you knew that deep down you were simply trying to lie to yourself.

sylus was simply using that hunter as well.

she was just as much of a tool to him like you were.

that woman is nothing special.

yet it all came crashing down one late evening, when you stepped into his room in hopes of seeking some sort of comfort from him. you were dressed in a thin nightgown, with your heart racing with anticipation within your chest. while admiring his sleeping face, you were filled with a longing for him, finding yourself praying that he would somehow return your feelings and take you in his arms all while admitting that he never wished to let you go.

when your hands reached out to him was when he began mumbling in his sleep, stating the syllables that made up a name that had your heart cease its beats almost immediately.

a name that wasn't your name-

"lorelai..."

you felt like you couldn't breathe, hearing his deep voice becoming so filled with yearning for that woman that it made you sick to your stomach. hot tears were felt streaming down your face, and you quickly turned away from him all while biting down against your fist.

lorelailorelailorelailorelailorelai! it was always her!

the woman with the smooth, pale skin and alluring gaze; her doe eyes and perfect hair managing to captivate sylus within mere minutes of him meeting her. your heart was utterly destroyed along with your confidence and love for him.

after everything you had done for him, he still refused to give you his heart-

yet it was stolen so freely by that perfect woman... lorelai-

you didn't think you could forget the way sylus spoke her name, filled with such reverence that it made you feel dizzy with envy.

spending several days avoiding sylus, doing your best to cut him out of your life. you wanted to skip any confrontations, not wishing to even admit the truth about your feelings when it came to him-

but as always, you were foolish into thinking that sylus would ever give you an easy way out.

you had been taking your usual trek home, ready to enter your apartment complex when a flurry of black feathers begin marring your vision, making you stop dead in your tracks when the onychinus leader appears before you. his large hands grips at your wrists almost painfully, making you cry out.

but perhaps more so than the pain was the fact that he treated you roughly, clearly not caring about your own well-being whereas he treated lorelai like she was made of porcelain.

"where the hell have you been?" annoyance twists sylus's features, morphing it into an expression of absolute disdain for you. "i've spent weeks trying to get in contact with you, and it turns out you've had me blocked this entire time?"

anger surges through you, and you use that sole emotion to fuel you when you manage to shove sylus away from you. his eyes go wide, taking a few steps back while giving you an incredulous expression. strengthening your resolve, you meet his gaze and give him the iciest glare that you could manage.

"we need to stop this charade, sylus. i can't go on working for you, not when you make it so damn obvious that i was never the one for you."

a flash of emotion was seen within his crimson gaze before quickly disappearing. his jaw seems to tighten in response to the way he was now gritting his teeth, "what are you talking about?"

you sharply inhale, finally spilling your darkest secret to him, "i love you, but you don't give a damn about me- not like you do with her."

surprise flashes across his features, and he takes an unsteady step towards you, "you... what?"

shaking your head, you angrily wipe away your tears, "i love you, that's why i can't be with you anymore. everything i've done, i've done for you, to make you fucking happy- to make you acknowledge me."

with your head held high, you meet his gaze and tell him (all while managing to keep your voice even), "if you want me to come back to you, then you need to make a choice. knowing how i feel about you, how i've always felt about you, you need to choose-

if you want me to come back, it's me. but if you choose her, then i'll be forever gone from your life."

sylus looks away from you, remaining silent for just a few seconds before his body began to shake, his laughter seeming to pierce through your heart, "you have no idea how long i have yearned for her... so to have lorelai so much closer to me than ever before, it's clear that i would accept any losses, including you."

the devastation you felt in that very moment was almost too much to bear, with you quickly running away from him. the tears continue to cascade down your cheeks, and every memory you shared with him continues to play within your mind.

your love-

the sacrifices you had made for him-

it had been all for naught.

when you were hired to work as one of the general surgeons as akso hospital, you felt as though you had hit the jackpot, landing a job at such a prestigious hospital in the heart of linkon. feeling happy at being able to further your career, you didn't think that anything could possibly distract you.

that is... until dr. zayne came into the picture.

you had heard about his achievements in the medical field, and you held a great deal of respect for him. becoming a cardiac surgeon of his caliber was no easy feat, and the fact that someone so young could accomplish it was commendable to you.

in fact, you were eager to start your work life with dr. zayne-

however, what you didn't expect was to fall so deeply in love with him at first sight. his bright eyes and the way his tiny smiles would constantly invade your mind was taking its toll on you. each time you would think about him, daydreaming of scenarios with your beloved doctor, your coworkers could see your lovestruck expression and take note of how your cheeks would suddenly go warm at the sight of zayne.

you were just so enamored with him that you gathered your courage and asked him out, first. after all, there was no penalties for developing a relationship between coworkers as long as both parties kept it professional while on the clock.

the memory of you confessing to zayne became a fond one. you had heard from yvonne that his favorite food were macaroons, and you figured that you had a better chance of winning his heart by gifting him his favorite food. so, with the box of colorful cookies in hand, you step into zayne's office and offered the gift to him all while confessing your feelings for him.

"zayne, i apologize if you find this... unprofessional, but i can't hide my feelings for you any longer. i... i truly like you so much, so please, will you give me a chance and go out with me?"

you watch as his eyes grow wider, an embarrassed expression taking over his expression as he hides his lips from you with the palm of his hand. he seems to be deep in thought, and after much deliberation, he accepts your confession and agrees to date you.

for the first couple of weeks, you were on cloud 9. zayne was nothing short of being the perfect boyfriend, taking you out on weekend dates at the end of your long shifts while giving you special trinkets here and there.

but there was one glaring issue-

zayne never once kissed you.

sure, he gave you gentle hugs here and there, yet each time you would lean up to try and kiss him, zayne would inevitably look away from you, saying that he was tired or how it wasn't the right moment to kiss.

despite how he never once complained or said a word to you, his lack of affection-

or rather, the lack of him reciprocating your affections, was taking its toll on you.

and you couldn't figure out the reasoning behind his distance until much later.

you had just come out of surgery, and as you stepped out into the lobby, you saw something that made you freeze, unable to move or say a single word.

standing a mere few feet away from you was zayne, and he was smiling at a petite woman. never before had you seen zayne appearing so soft before. the woman seemed to be chattering on about something to zayne, and your boyfriend did nothing but smile at everything she said-

as if he were hanging on to her every word.

feeling the pinpricks of jealousy beginning to surface, you march towards zayne and take a hold of his hand, doing your best to maintain a casual air as you cling to zayne and smile at the other woman. "zayne, i was looking everywhere for you!"

your laughter was strained as you eyed the woman, feeling the envious feelings begin to rise upon seeing how... perfect she looked. with kind eyes and full, rosy lips tilted up in a smile, she greets you. "hello, you must be zaynie's girlfriend! my name is ashley, and zayne's been my friend since we were little kids! he talks a lot about you, and i'm happy he's met someone so wonderful."

from your periphery, you could see the way zayne winces upon hearing ashley's words. it was clear that her calling zayne as simply her friend was enough to earn a wounded expression from him-

and that was the moment your epiphany came.

there was a reason why zayne never kissed you; why he never went beyond hugging you while taking you on simple dates-

it's because his heart had never been yours to begin with-

it belonged to her.

the blood had already rushed to your ears, blocking out whatever ashley had said before she excuses herself, leaving the hospital lobby. in your daze, you look down to see zayne clutching on to something tightly, realizing that ashley had made lunch for him.

feeling your throat go dry, you manage to tell him, "we need to talk."

zayne gives you a stiff nod, following you towards the upper floors and into his office with almost robotic movements. upon reaching the privacy of his office, you close the door, watching as zayne gingerly places the container filled with ashley's homemade lunch on his desk.

"who is she?"

zayne doesn't meet your gaze, simply staring out the window, answering your question softly, "it's like she said, she's a childhood friend."

"...a childhood friend that you love."

your heart was felt shattering all over again when zayne stiffens momentarily before visibly relaxing, as if feeling some type of relief-

like he didn't need to lie to himself or hide it anymore.

you thought hearing him confirm your suspicions would be the end of your heartache, but it was so much worse when he admits to you, "ashley is the reason why i worked so hard to become a cardiac surgeon. she... she has a heart defect, and i wish to save her life... to keep her alive and live a happy, fulfilling life."

his admission has left you reeling in response, the pain becoming so palatable that you could feel your heart begin shattering into a million pieces. "if you love her so much, why aren't you with her?" you ask him, feeling the tears welling up in your eyes.

zayne simply shakes his head in response, "she doesn't feel the same way for me... and truth be told... she deserves better than me. even though i've loved her through every timeline and universe, i-"

your heart couldn't take zayne's pain any longer, the hurt you once felt for him quickly becoming overshadowed by the unconditional love you still felt for him. taking him within your embrace, you feel the way he trembles against you, clinging to you as soft sobs were wracked through him.

and when he finally lifts up your chin, meeting your gaze while sayig your name with a broken gasp, he finally kisses you-

the taste of your first and last kiss with him was salty with his tears, yet you were too far gone to realize that this single kiss of desperation was made in response to his own lingering emotions for ashley-

never for you.

"there's a new girl that's going to be my partner at the association... and i'm in charge of looking out for her."

xavier tells you as you prepared dinner for the night. you frown at this information, but thought nothing of it. after all, he was skilled at his job as a hunter, often receiving praise for his strength when it came to dealing with the wanderers that roam the world.

"that's fine, i know what your work entails, xavier. you're a hunter, and if there's a newbie you need to train, then that's the end of it." you tell him with a hum, your back now facing him as you focused on cooking once more, missing the relieved expression on his face.

you serve dinner and ask him about his day, only to receive one word answers in response. this also seemed a bit strange for you, since xavier never really shied away when it came to telling you about his day and how he felt.

you had both been dating to close to a year now, with you growing closer after becoming friends. you realized that you both shared similar interests and just... naturally progressed your relationship into something a bit more romantic. at the 6 month mark of your newly developed relationship, you decided to move in together with him.

it was true that you dated and had a few other boyfriends before, yet none of them were quite as serious as your relationship with xavier. despite never once saying the l word to each other, deep down, you knew that you were falling for xavier. in fact, with the sheer amount of times you had gushed to your family and friends about how much you adored him, they were confident that you would get engaged the moment your one year anniversary hit.

with the date quickly approaching in just a few weeks, you began to paint your daydreams, thinking of different ways xavier would propose to you while giggling like a little girl. you had always dreamt of having the perfect proposal, and you couldn't help but feel giddy at the thought of what was to come.

after serving dinner, you sit across from xavier, taking a few bites here and there all while sneaking glances at him. you couldn't stop grinning at him, which makes xavier raise his eyebrows at you in suspicion.

"what? do i have sauce on my face?"

you snort and quickly shake your head, reassuring him that you were simply caught up in your reveries. xavier doesn't bring up the subject any longer, simply returning to his meal.

later that night, as you both got ready for bed, you were dressed comfortably in your favorite pajamas all while anticipating xavier's return to you. after his usual shower, he comes out of the bathroom with a plush towel wrapped around his head. tossing the damp towel into the hamper, he gets into bed, with you expecting your boyfriend to face you while taking you in his arms.

but when he gets into bed with his back turned towards you, you had to fight back the strange pang felt within your chest. your mouth kept opening and closing, asking him if he was okay-

"sorry, i'm just a bit exhausted. let's just sleep..."

ignoring the way your throat seemed to clench in response, you give him a stiff nod, only to realize that he couldn't see you. "r-right... i understand, you're tired, that's all."

the tears were felt brimming against your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away, falling into bed while clenching your eyes shut. you tried to ignore the lingering suspicions, distracting yourself by counting sheep until you could fall into a restless slumber all while trying to convince yourself that everything was going to be okay...

{ ... }

the weeks leading up to your first anniversary with xavier was strained, to say the least.

for starters, he seemed to be taking on more missions than usual, all while telling you that teresa was still new and needed someone with experience like him on these higher level missions.

at first, his reasonings didn't bother you or raise any alarm, and you simply allowed him to work with teresa because it was his job and that woman was his partner. you couldn't let your insecure thoughts put a damper on his job.

even when you saw him less and less-

your love never once wavered for him.

on the day of your one year anniversary, you decided to surprise him at work instead. surely, he would have completed his mission sometime during the late afternoon, and you were certain that he would appreciate your kindness.

with his favorite takeout in hand, you walk into the hunter association building, weaving your way through the area. it takes you a few minutes to locate him, but when you went down to the lower levels and could see his familiar, blond hair, you quicken your pace, his name already on the tip of your tongue when you freeze in your steps.

"i thought i had lost you!" xavier's voice was heard cracking as he wrapped his arms around another woman, seeming to crush her slender frame against his chest. your heart begins to ache at the sight, making your labored breathing feel even more painful as you struggled to remain calm and not hyperventilate.

but, it was clear that such a heartbreak would not break even when he opens his eyes and sees your trembling form staring blankly at him. even after seeing you, xavier does not move away from the woman, seeming to hold her even closer to him as he shakes his head at you.

while meeting your gaze, he mouths a few words, and you could read his lips while taking in those harsh syllables. you drop the bag of takeout, your choked sob echoing throughout the area as you ran out of the building.

your sobs coupled along with your gasps for air were making a scene, with some of the civilians looking at you with bewildered expressions. yet you stopped caring, allowing your mind to piece together what had always been in front of you ever since teresa had come into his life.

xavier distancing himself from you-

xavier suddenly filled with the desire to protect teresa, a woman he had just met-

the way he held her so tightly at the memory of nearly losing her-

a sudden cry of your name stops you from taking another step, your stupid heart suddenly filling with hope when you hear xavier's voice and his rapidly approaching footsteps.

you hear him stop a few feet away from you, his voice strained once he begins speaking once more. "i... i'm so sorry, i didn't want you to find out like this, but you have to know the truth."

it takes you a herculean effort to fight back your tears, but you knew you had to hold it together and allow xavier to finally explain himself. "i do care about you... but... fuck, the moment i saw her, everything else just melted away. all of my life, my entire existence, was simply waiting for her to come back to me. i've waited so long for her... and what i feel for her... it's like... like gravity isn't what's keeping me grounded, but she is."

you had no idea what kept you rooted on the spot, knowing that both your heart and mind were screaming at you to move away. but, you couldn't find the strength to do so. instead, you had to listen to his words once more, the same ones he had mouthed to you earlier-

"i'm sorry, but i love her..."

when the beautiful and charming rafayel confessed to you, you accepted his feelings and simply wished to date him just to have fun. despite his occupation as an artist, rafayel was so full of life- so full of light that you couldn't stop yourself from basking in his brilliance.

during the first few weeks of your relationship, your rafe was achingly sweet and cute, often giving you sketches he made of you when he drew your portraits on a whim. he liked calling you his muse before pressing audible kisses against your features, earning a series of joyous laughter from you. because of how much you adored rafayel, you often liked to spend the night at his place, where you would both order your favorite seafood and simply watch cheesy rom-coms together.

as time went on, you began to realize that you were falling hard for the young artist, with him being constantly on your mind even when you were at work. and just when you thought you couldn't love him anymore than you already did, he surprises you by gifting you a gorgeously crafted bracelet that had cute little seashells along with aquamarine gemstones.

altogether, your relationship was achingly perfect with rafayel, with you being certain that he would become your endgame. truly, there were times where you felt like your relationship with rafayel was too good to be true-

yet sadly, you would learn the harsh reality when it came to his feelings for you, realizing that the love rafayel had given you had been his own way of coping.

when it was nearing your 8 month mark of being together with him, rafayel suddenly became distant with you, often locking himself within his studio as he seemed to produce copious amounts of artworks. of course, when you tried to see his new paintings and sculptures, rafayel would hide them all away from you, covering them all with a thick sheet while distracting you with a date.

this behavior was strange, but you thought nothing of it. perhaps he was nervous about an upcoming art exhibit, and he didn't wish to reveal anything until the day of his exhibition came.

so, you went along with it, making up excuses each time rafayel would stiffen when you hugged him, or suddenly turned his head away from you each time you tried to kiss him.

but perhaps what hurt the most was the day you found out the reasoning behind his growing distance. rafayel told you he needed to take a break from making art and invited you over to enjoy the evening with him. you arrive an hour earlier (unable to contain your excitement at finally spending some time with him), and caught him with streaks of paint decorating his outfit.

he mentions how early you are, yet still allows you inside, telling you to make yourself at home while he takes a quick shower. as you rest against his kitchen counter, you hear the shower go off and smile. a few minutes pass, and you felt the palm of your hands begin to itch with a sudden sensation.

biting down at your bottom lip, you look towards the area where rafayel keeps all of his artwork. you were filled with curiosity, wondering what he was working on that made it such a touchy subject for rafe each time you asked about it.

you close your eyes, still hearing rafayel in the shower when you decided to push yourself away from the counter. "i'll just take a quick peek, then put the sheets back in place. he won't even notice."

stepping into his gallery room, you turn on all the lights, coming closer to the sheet as you gripped at the corner of it before pulling it away-

only to reveal a gorgeous carving that depicted a mermaid. she was by far the loveliest creature you had ever seen, with her soft features carved with a gentle smile as she held a pearl within her slender hands. from the amount of care rafayel had put into making her, it was clear that this sculpture was made with love.

there was just one problem-

the mermaid looked nothing like you.

your throat was felt painfully clenching at the sudden realization, but you brushed it off as mere paranoia. surely, there was some other art piece that held your likeness. as you trail your eyes towards a canvas now, you felt your heart sink even further.

it was the same woman; her features matches that of the mermaid sculpture, but this time, you could see the colors. her cheeks were painted in a rosy hue, with each paint stroke seeming to accentuate the soft beauty the woman displayed. around her neck was an aquamarine pendant in the shape of a banded tulip seashell. trailing your eyes further downwards towards the frame, you felt your heart clench upon seeing the title of his painting:

melody, my beloved queen

your mind was racing now, and the sheer intensity of the hurt and envy you felt renders you incapable of taking another step. you were so caught up in your reveries that you didn't even realize that rafayel had come out of the showers until he places the sheets over his works once more.

"you- you weren't supposed to see that."

slowly, you turn around to face him, and his guilty expression was more than enough proof, confirming your suspicions that the woman he kept painting and sculpting- this melody-

he loved her.

"why did you even approach me when your heart was never mine to begin with?"

you were proud at how even your voice came out, and when rafayel tried to stutter out some excuse, you immediately cut him off.

"no more bullshit lies, rafayel. tell me."

the artist lets out a string of curses, running a hand through his damp hair. unable to meet your gaze out of shame, he sighs before admitting, "it's because she doesn't remember me... even after meeting her, she only sees me as a friend. she... doesn't remember me."

your throat was burning now, and you could feel the tears streaming down your face, "then why waste your time with me?"

rafayel meets your gaze, a pained expression painting his features. yet his next words succeeds in absolutely devastating you:

"i used you as a means to try and forget her."

the agony you felt was indescribable, with you immediately turning away from rafayel. the sting of his betrayal was felt coursing through your very veins when you rushed out of his home and into the cold, night air.

you wanted to grip at your hair and scream at the top of your lungs-

you wanted to claw at the sidewalk, making sure that your nails bled with each scrape against the concrete-

but perhaps most of all, you wanted to rip your heart out for still loving rafayel despite it all-

even when you were no longer his muse.

[ all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!! ]

[gilverrwrites]

Do you have any underrated tropes you like in fiction but don't really see many other people write about but would love to see more of in media ?

Unreliable narrators.

Off the back of that: Hero is actually the villain, or villain is actually the hero.

Normal MC, surrounded by chaos, or like, the reluctant MC. Like Percy Jackson, but only in book one, y’know?

Enemies to lovers, who remain enemies.

Overly emotional characters, or just, characters that react to things realistically. Too often we see characters lives torn apart but they’re totally chill and PC about it.

“Maybe I am over reacting. But it’s my reaction!” - Lorelai Gilmore

Good girl goes bad, and stays bad. It’s not a phase, it’s not trauma, it’s just who they are. Can be any gender, I just like alliteration.

Power couples, boss bitches, any of those in your face, take no shit tropes but specifically on characters who aren’t villains.

Bro/frat-esque characters who are super chill, like golden retriever vibes.

Kid adopts a new parent, or decides they’re going to set their divorced/widowed parent up with this other adult they really like

The slow then sudden realisation of: “… wait… that’s… that’s my kid? That’s my kid! That’s my kid you asshole!”

“It” is dehumanising

Amnesia

Arranged marriages

Magic bonds

Bet/dare… hijinks ensue

Idiot with responsibilities x Reluctant, sarcastic assistant/partner who deals/helps with the responsibilities cause they secretly like their idiot

And “Hey, that’s MY idiot!” Or “”Only I get to call them that!”

[djfan-naftv]

Some art of my OCs Artey and Lorelai <3

I love them dearly

Also I remember when I did an animation course and when presented with my OCs concept the screenwriting teacher said that it reminded him of a Osamu Tezuka anime with the cute Mc enduring literal hell and I went “yea, makes sense actually” and made this spread bahahaha

[bushkit]

Soooooo for this MiD rewrite, I might have replaced Ava-

Now I have my reasons for doing so, which I will explain now. First off, I don't like Ava, I find her really obnoxious and frustrating. I know we will only have one season so she can’t develop, and that upsets me a bit. I also find her “anxiety” issues stereotypical, coming from someone who has been diagnosed. Some of her behaviors are relatable, but there's only a few times that I feel like I can relate to her. It feels cheap and forced to me. This is a smaller complaint, but I also don't like her design. She’s just Aphmau but with magenta eyes and a bitchy personality.

The second reason I changed the Mc is because of a massive issue I have with MiD in general. Harems. I fucking despise harems in any shape or form. I think they are one of the absolute worst tropes in media. In most harems the main character is boring, usually they have no personality whatsoever. Luckily MiD doesn't really have this problem, Ava’s personality makes it at least watchable. However, the other much more glaring issue I have with harems are the other characters. They are almost always one dimensional and cliche, and unfortunately MiD does have this problem, especially with the daemos and some other side characters as well (ex: Jake, Lorelai’s friends, Avas parents). I find Harems unhealthy and boring, as it almost always ends with the Mc choosing all potential lovers, or none of them. Its just extremely frustrating to watch. For this rewrite, I need to change the harem into something else, and the best way I can find doing it is to replace Ava. Now I am a huge, huge fan of the “found family” trope, it is far more meaningful and interesting to me. Of course as with all things it can be done badly but I find myself enjoying most shows that use it.

So lets talk about Jaiden! :D

Name: Jaiden Woods Species: Human Pronouns: She/her

Theme song: I made an entire playlist cause I couldn't pick, but I'd say World’s Smallest Violin (Ajr) and Could’ve Been Me (The Struts) are perfect for Season One.

Background: Jaiden is a thirteen year old human girl from a wealthy family in Portland, Oregon. She was originally born in San Francisco, California, but when she was very young her family moved to Portland. Because her parents are wealthy/of nobility, she's used to having a lot of things, knowing a lot of people, and sadly, knowing what its like to be lonely. Her parents run a business, so they don't make much time for her and are often out of the house. So at a young age, Jaiden had to learn how to take care of herself. In what would be season one of this rewrite, her parents have left on a business trip that will last a couple months. So Jaiden needs to find ways to entertain herself and keep her spirits high. But with no siblings and hardly any true friends, its getting more and more difficult.

Jaiden doesn't understand why its so hard for her to make connections with people. She likes to think she's the nicest person ever, she's optimistic, energetic, willing to try new things, and always willing to help others. But the people she's surrounded with aren't normal people who have emotions like she does. They're all grown adults that are all wealthy and stupidly snobby and boring. The school she attends isn't much better. Nobody wants to talk about Anime, animals, videogames, pop culture, or anything Jaiden finds fun. So she finds herself a weird outcast, and outcasts are targets for bullies.

She’s constantly being picked on by bratty rich girls at school and in her neighborhood for her interests and behavior. They are making sure Jaiden understands that bubbly, excitable, and loud people are not welcome in their town. Jaiden tries her best to ignore them and not take it seriously, but over time those words begin to take a toll on her emotionally. Jaiden no longer enjoys learning at school, she's always anxious awaiting for someone to call her a freak again. For most classes, she's picked on even by teachers. Except for her P.E class, more specifically, Track. Jaiden can run very fast, and is even titled with being the fastest kid in her school.

Her excellence in her Track lessons are one of the few things her family and others praise her on. But it isn't all she wants to be. Jaiden truly doesn't want to have a career in Track, or inherit her family’s wealth and business. She just wants to be her own person, and help as many people as she can. This is even why with the money her parents give her, she uses a bit of it to donate to charities. She loves the feeling of being helpful and making people happy, so that is what she devotes her life to doing. Now, if only she had people to help. Jaiden is very lonely, all she wishes is to have people who are not boring “npc” snobs to hang out with. She manages to make some online friends, but they aren't quite enough to fill the hole in her sociable soul.

Until a couple days after her parents left for their business trip, she spotted five cosplayers in her backyard.

Fun fact: Jaiden was originally going to be a Mystreet oc, but I decided to make her a MiD oc because I fell out of the Mystreet fandom. I also think she fits a little better in MiD, especially with the story I've given her.

Y'all will be seeing a lot more about her and her relationship with the Daemos in the future! Bye pookiesss! :D

[brightburner]

My Scarlet Hollow mc~

Shilo Alstroemeria Scarlet

(she and Tabitha can bond over stupid middle names lmao)

Example of how her hair is supposed to look on the right. She is a natural ashy blonde, but was dying it stark black. It looks like this by the time she returns home but will eventually be all "Scarlet" blonde. She has dark mossy green eyes and wears a lot of subdued shades to try and detract attention (hot trait). Her other main trait is talking to animals and in hardcore mode her third trait is mystical. Hot, but weird trope. Etc.

She desperately wants to get along with Tabitha as the death of her mother Vivian hit her hard. Shilo is definitely attempting to find some kind of belonging and instead found the curse her family legacy has left behind-- well, and some new friends.

I flip flop between the poor choice of romancing Reese and the equally horrible choice of romancing Wayne. What can I say. Both make plenty of sense given her love of all creatures, monstrous or not. Getting to hear snakes, bats, rats and other "scary" creatures tuck their babies in at night and talk about their days has definitely affected her worldview.

She is determined to set her families past wrongs right, but simultaneously resents that these sins have fallen upon her and Tabitha to rectify.

As for her having the last name Scarlet, I headcanon Vivian was pregnant and unwed when she was youngish and took off sometime from ScarHollow when she was a teen or young twenties. Raised Shilo on her own Lorelai Gilmore style until she died. I haven't thought much on how Vivian died, idk if the game says.

[arospecbandgeek]

Epithet Erased - Idol! AU

Something I’m making because, as it turns out, I’m a very slow artist but a fast writer.

This is mostly just an idea dump post. The details are really messy, so I apologize.

The main gist is just the Neo trio and Lorelai but as idols. You can learn more under the cut.

I’m not committed to this AU. Nothing is set in stone. Feel free to ask questions, but this is mostly just to get my ideas out there, I am not promising anything big will come from this (Like a fanfiction or comic).

“Neapolitan♡Melody”

Neapolitan♡Melody, or NeoMelody for short, is the idol group containing Molly Blyndeff, Trixie Roughouse, and Phoenica Fleecity.

Even though Molly is still the MC of this AU, Phoenica is considered to be the leader of the group in the media in-universe. Their music mostly kids-bop like, but genuinely palatable.

The three debuted a couple days before the start of the museum arc.

Due to Molly’s misophonia, the trio decided that they would only do indoor recordings and virtual shows in order to minimize the amount of noise she had to hear.

“LORELAI”

LORELAI or Lorelai Blyndeff is a solo idol who debuted when she was 15 years old.

She mostly makes music based on whatever her primary obsession is at the time. Which with how quickly she moves on from topic to topic, and how long it takes to release an album, she gets bored very quickly. This eventually gets to where she primarily releases singles focusing around whatever she’s into.

Something to mention is that Lorelai still goes into her bubbles and ignores her responsibilities. She’s constantly late to almost everything and does almost none of her share, except when it’s in the public eye.

Both NeoMelody and LORELAI are primarily vocals performed by their respective idols, with synthesizers being done after the fact.

Plot

Calliope Blyndeff was a former idol in the 90s, and a really popular one at that. She eventually retired in the early 2000’s, and primarily leaving the scene once she became a mother.

Molly and Lorelai mostly became idols because of their mother, beginning training at a very young age.

Even though Martin is both of their managers in name, he rarely ever does his job, only really being in interviews. Molly primarily is forced to take over almost all of the manager duties, causing her to be tired on a constant basis. It’s even gotten to where she’d faint during recordings.

(Naven helps to homeschool the three girls instead of running a speech class)

During the Museum Arc, it’s around the time of NeoMelody’s first debut. With such a major accomplishment, Molly not only wants to celebrate with her friends, but get some alone time. She eventually ends up in the museum.

The museum arc then goes similarly, with only Giovanni recognizing her as an idol, since Trixie is related to him.

For Prison of Plastic, it has a similar structure to the canon. The trio finding Rick, Lorelai kidnapping Giovanni, etc. But the ending is different (I’m not 100% sure what it would be atp).

(I also want to put Sylvie into the PoP arc more, but I’m not sure how.)

[neowollymoxie]

What's crazy to me is,molly can just collapse the world around lorelai anytime she wants,she's probably already down it a couple times,yet she apologizes to a person who she owes nothing to.

In scenes like this I kinda miss the cliche power fantasy tropes.

The cliche of just because you can beat me I serve you or fear you now!

The cliche of the mc just going crazy and beating everyone.

Multiple times I wonder how much is molly holding back?

Because I'm sure with enough effort she could probably just wave away the dream bubble or enough of it that Giovanni would see what Lori been up too

In scenes like this I'm kinda saddened that molly was written so well because if any other modern mc was treated like this by a person who they have beaten and owe nothing too they would be killed!

Be glad that this show is great, because Lori wouldn't survive 5 chapters in a modern power fantasy manwha

[lovezbrownies]

lol imagine like, one of MC’s friends force them to go to a party together and MC gets fucked up. She gets a prank played on her, but med student chick tries to defend her. Though since MC drunk as shit, slaps the shit outta her and tells her to fuck off and walks away

hello oomfie!! this is such a FIRE idea but currently requests are closed so i cant write a full fledged fic right now but hopefully one day i will! for the mean time i hope the following is enough until i finish the other requests! enjoy! also added in random person named Alex for drama :3

You weren’t much of a party person, but after a long stretch of exams, you finally gave in when Alex convinced you to join them for a night out. “It’ll be fun,” they’d said. “You deserve a break.”

The party was packed, the music loud, and the drinks endless. You weren’t used to drinking this much, and it didn’t take long for the alcohol to hit hard. Your head felt light, the room spun slightly, and everything around you was a blur of laughter and music.

What you didn’t know was that Lorelai was there too. She hadn’t told you she was coming, but she had her reasons. She didn’t trust anyone around you, especially when you were this vulnerable. From the moment she saw you walk in with Alex, she kept a watchful eye, lurking in the shadows, making sure no one got too close.

Hours passed, and in your drunken state, you barely noticed the people around you getting rowdier. That’s when it happened. A couple of guys thought it would be funny to pour their drinks over your head as a joke. You stood there, soaked, too intoxicated to process what had happened.

Before you could react, Lorelai was there, stepping out of the crowd like a storm. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she snapped at them, her eyes filled with icy fury. The group quickly backed off, muttering apologies as they scurried away.

“Come on,” she said, turning her attention to you, her voice softer now. “Let’s get you out of here.”

You were too drunk to argue, letting her guide you through the crowd. Her arm was wrapped tightly around your waist as she led you outside, the cool night air hitting your face. It sobered you up just enough to start thinking more clearly. Lorelai’s grip was firm, almost too firm. Something about the way she was holding you, possessive and controlling, sent a chill down your spine.

“I’ll take you home,” she murmured, walking you toward her car. But as you neared it, your foggy mind cleared enough to recognize what was happening.

“No…” you slurred, pulling away from her. “I don’t need your help.”

Lorelai’s eyes narrowed, her expression darkening. “I’m just trying to protect you,” she said, her voice tight with frustration.

“You’re suffocating me,” you snapped, stumbling backward. “You’re always around, always watching. I didn’t ask for this.”

She froze, her eyes wide with disbelief and hurt. “I’m the only one who really cares about you,” she said, her voice low and dangerous. “You’ll regret this.”

But you were done. With a shake of your head, you turned and ran—well, stumbled—toward Alex, who was waiting by the door, calling your name. You didn’t look back, not even as you heard Lorelai’s breath hitch in fury, her presence heavy in the night.

[playchoicesconfessions]

Sent by @solaceriverine

‘I am currently playing Mother of the Year, and after rewatching Gilmore Girls for the hundreth time, MC gives the vibe of Lorelai Gilmore. I don't know if it's the single mother thing, her having an academically driven  daughter like Rory, or maybe I'm just saying that because I just rewatched GG lol’

POST/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT THE MOD’S PERSONAL OPINIONS!

[findroleplay]

about me:

- i go by starling! i’m 21+f with about a decade of experience roleplaying. i’m new to tumblr roleplaying though so sorry for the formatting!

- i’m looking to play the f in fxm plots right now.

- mumu friendly/newbie

- i’m (lazy) literate; i can write about 200 words per post but i can do more or less.

- i’m looking to write on discord right now but i’m flexible!

about my genres:

- fandomless/indie friendly; i’m looking to write romance, modern, medieval, and maybe some low fantasy right now. i’m also a sucker for retellings of fairytales so there’s that!

- dark/dead dove friendly

- nsfw friendly/newbie

my fandoms:

- HARRY POTTER (golden trio era or marauders era)

→ i can play: Hermione Granger, OCs in any House

→ i am looking for: any of the fanon characters

- GILMORE GIRLS (up to season 3)

→ i can play: Rory Gilmore, Lorelai Gilmore, maybe an OC?

→ i am looking for: Jess Mariano (sorry brainrot)

- MYSTIC MESSENGER

→ i can play: an OC!MC

→ i am looking for: Saeran Choi, Saeyoung Choi

please leave a like and i’ll get back to you!

-

[thatwheelchairchick]

20 questions for fic writers

Thank you to @rebelrayne for tagging me in this.

How many works do you have on ao3?

available: 29, but I have 1 hidden and a few anonymous.

What's your total ao3 word count?

409,509 (but that's all of them, even anonymous)

What fandoms do you write for?

I mainly write for LITG, but I've written for Harry Potter, Euphoria, Doctor Who, Grey's Anatomy, Gilmore Girls in the last 4 years. Before that, I also wrote for Nurse Jackie, Twilight, The Dumping Ground and many others over on fanfiction.net.

Top five fics by kudos:

Safe Haven | Euphoria, Fez/Lexi at 312 kudos

My Saving Grace | Gilmore Girls, Rory/Tristan at 275 kudos

Piece by Piece | Gilmore Girls, Lorelai/Luke at 239 kudos

Right Where You Left Me | Euphoria, Fez/Lexi at 189 kudos – this one sucks, really want to orphan it as it's only popular because it was posted during the fexi craze.

Protecting Rory | Gilmore Girls, Lorelai/Luke & Rory/Tristan at 157 kudos – this is the sequel to Piece by Piece.

Also, why are my top two are both about rape? Just, why?

Do you respond to comments?

I try to respond to all of them, but I also have like 25 unread because I haven't been in the headspace to respond and most of them I got after the ONS challenge we did recently.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't tend to do angsty endings, but I guess Just This Once could be interpreted as angsty. And the ending to Protecting Rory makes me cry but that's more bittersweet than angsty.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Piece by Piece – it ends with a wedding and adoption, it's not like there's much competition there.

Do you get hate on fics?

Not now. I did a long time ago on old fics, but I haven't since I started writing fanfic again in 2021.

Do you write smut?

I'm even doing a smut challenge.

Craziest crossover:

I haven't done any crossovers that you can find on AO3, but I've written Gilmore Girls/Harry Potter, Twilight/Harry Potter… okay, anything crossed with Harry Potter. And if you could upload thoughts to AO3 without having to write them, there would be a lot more of them.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not in a long time, but it did happen when I was younger… and honestly, I saw it as a compliment because they thought it was worth stealing.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yeah, but let's just say it was a mess…

All time favourite ship?

I've had Meredith Grey/Harry Potter brain rot for years, so I guess that one, but for LITG, Gary/MC. Sorry, he's my man and always will be.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There are so many that I couldn't even attempt to list them.

What are your writing strengths?

I have no idea. Like I can point to lines I like and say I'm strong at that, but I don't know what it is so I'm going to share something that I think I do well on a semi-regular basis:

His words are poison-tipped arrows, and they find their mark with ruthless precision. For a heartbeat, Nikki's confidence wavers, and the world tilts slightly off its axis. The familiar gnawing doubt that she had long banished to the darkest corners of her mind begins to slither forth, whispering insidious thoughts.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Being concise? Idk

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I'm not a fan, purely because if someone is reading a story in English, they're not prepared to try and translate the dialogue, so unless you add a translation right next to the dialogue, I don't like it.

First fandom you wrote in?

Harry Potter

Favourite fic you've written?

I've had Lexi brainrot for almost three years so Instincts/The Right Choice

I don't know who's been tagged or whos done it, so tagging @mnlpine, @mrsbsmooth and @queen-of-boops