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rosemoonweaver:

Fan Writer Tropes

So I was responding to comments today and I said something like “70% of my fics contain forced bedsharing” and I got to thinking… what other things do I do so often that they become calling cards for me? If people were to play a drinking game with my fics, what would they take a shot for? So I decided this would be a fun game to play with my fellow authors!

Rules: You gotta list your own fan author tropes and then tag your writing buddies so they can do the same. Defend yourself as much or as little as you want to. Call yourself out and encourage your friends to do the same!

These are just some of the things I do a whole freaking lot in fanfic 

  • Forced Bedsharing feat. Waking Up And Immediately Making it Awkward
  • Mental Illness (GAD specifically but others are known to appear) 
  • Car Accidents
  • Grieving
  • Daddy Issues
  • Polyamorous Side Relationships
  • Everyone Is Sassy
  • Someone Gets Puked On (it’s almost always the same character and almost always his shoes) 
  • Dream Sequence
  • Gratuitous Descriptions of or Comparisons to Bodies of Water
  • There Will Be Bisexuals
  • Epiphanies/Revelations Under the Stars

IF you, followers and mutuals, have realized I’ve left anything out, please feel free to let me know 🙂 

Tagging: @ltleflrt @samanddeaninpanties @maliciouslycreative @omgbubblesomg @unforth-ninawaters @jemariel @mayalaen @formidablepassion and anyone and everyone else who wants to play. 

Rose ill be drunk before i get halfway through any of your fics lol.

lol. Yeah, just with the sass alone you’ll be drunk. Maybe just chug for five seconds before you read the fic and that’ll count. 

I think Learning Curve has the least number of things on this list, though. You might just get a nice buzz 😛 

@samanddeaninpanties replied to your post “@samanddeaninpanties replied to your post “@samanddeaninpanties…”

*shrug* If you’re apprehensive give Dean a different mental illness/issue to struggle with. Because… Yeah. People don’t become serial killers if they’re stable, ya know? It’s generally a mixture of nature and nurture.

Yeah, it’s true. 

This may be a controversial statement, but I don’t believe anyone is just evil, you know? People choose to do awful things for a wide range of reasons and often times some of those reasons are undiagnosed/untreated/incorrectly treated mental disorders. Obviously, not everyone who struggles with mental illness will do bad things… duh… but some do. I feel like, with this AU specifically, Dean would have to have some form of delusion probably with religious overtones, in order to do what he does. If I did, no matter what issue I choose for Dean, I would do the best I possibly could to be accurate. But therein lies the issue for me; I don’t know if I should. It’s a bit of a moral issue. The things that Cas, Jimmy, and Sam struggle with in the series are noticeable but not in your face the way all my ideas about Dean would be. I don’t know if that makes it better or worse, but that’s the reality of it. 

I dunno. It’s something I’ve been struggling with for a while. 

@samanddeaninpanties replied to your post “Fan Writer Tropes So I was responding to comments today and I said…”

Still headcanoning the puking is a secret kink 😉 joking aside, thanks for dragging me into this awesome trope. I vote you work it into peacemaker somehow. Heh.

😛 The kink isn’t the puking, the kink is the situational humor of me repeatedly throwing this gross and uncomfortable situation on the same character in multiple different works.  

But it’s fun right? In a weird way it’s just fun. 

Also, I should but I need to figure out how to do that. Serial killers don’t exactly have weak constitutions. 

26, if you please???

reyloner:

26. “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.” 
wowdewow, I actually went the fluffy route 😉

He’d been coming in for about a month now. Far too clean and wealthy for such a shoddy diner, far too large for the booths and far too handsome for Rey’s work ethic. 

The stranger-turned-regular, always dressed so finely in fitted-suits, not a single wrinkle to be seen, with his lovely dark hair combed and slightly-slicked back away from his face. And God, his face, with eyes as dark and intense as the coffee she brewed, lips plump and pillowy – made for sinful desires, no doubt. There was his voice, too; a deep and hum-like tone, always requesting the bacon and eggs special, scrambled, with a side of toast. 

He was always reading; attention captured from a book, the newspaper, his phone. When Rey brought out his food and coffee, he’d mutter a small ‘thank you’, nod his head and turn his attention back to whatever was so interesting for him.

He never made conversation. Well, up until now.

“It’s fake.” 

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