PART 1: TROPE PROS AND CONS
Words: 300

1. Found Family
Pro
-It's obviously the best trope (this is totally not influenced by my opinions or the fact that all of my favorite shows include this trope)
Con
-It always. Has. A time. Where they get separated. Every. Single. Time. And then there's the happy-but-also-sad reunion at the end. Every. Single. time.

2. Enemies to Lovers
Pro
-There are a whole lot of people who like this. A lot. For…some reason.
Con
-It's difficult to make it believable
-Most authors that I've seen end up taking too fast, and it just doesn't feel realistic
-When does this actually happen in real life.

3. “Utopia”
Pro
-It's a mix of two genres, so people who like either one would be able to enjoy it
-It's really interesting imo
Con
-A lot of the problems with the society are often very similar
-Adding on to that, there isn't a whole lot you can do to change it up

4. The Quest
Pro
-Can be paired well with the chosen one trope (and often is)
-Most trope allow for a wide range of characters but I feel like this one allows for the most freedom in characters and plot
Con
-Basically the plot of every book with the chosen one trope, though. So it is also overused.
-It can get boring pretty quickly

5. The Chosen One
Pro
-It can be paired with other tropes well I guess?
-I can't even think of any other positives–
Con
-It's so. overused.
-It always ends up being an ancient prophecy. Someone switch it up. Please.
-The character ends up being either a. reluctant or b. arrogant and snobby and smug and not fun to read about. I have never seen an in between.
-I really hate this trope in case you couldn't tell

PART 2: FAVORITE TROPE
Words: 483
Trope: Found family my beloved <3

The rain spattered against the window relentlessly.

*Drat.*

Still, tonight was her chance. Escape.

She'd been kept at the orphanage for seven years, every one worse than the last. The walls seemed to suffocate her, closing in slowly as she clung to a hope that she would make it out someday. She knew she wouldn't unless she did it herself. The children who stayed were never allowed to leave; they turned into caretakers, caring for the children who were sent there. That wouldn't be so bad. But they were never able to step outside.

Something in them changed once they put on the caretaker uniform. Their faces became emotionless, their movement jilted and rough, as if they were made of wood. Not one of them wanted to leave. Not one of them dreamed for something, anything, in the future at all. They were like puppets being held on strings by the Orphan Warden. In Avery's opinion, wandering in the rain for who knows how long was a much better fate than being brainwashed. So, she'd gathered up her belongings (which were very few; all she owned was a single ring that had been somebody's in her family, though she'd never found out who), put on her warmest clothes, and crept down the entrance hallway with the key that she had stolen in hand. The door opened quietly at first, then creaked a long and horrible sound for what seemed like hours.

Avery froze for a moment, but she heard no footsteps coming towards her, so she continued. She was about to be free, at last–it was only a foot away. She stepped forwards, and–

“Where are you going?” asked a small voice from behind her. Avery whirled around.

“Clara? What are you doing here? You should be in bed, you could…get in trouble.” It was the best excuse she had; Clara was only seven. She couldn't take her with her. Could she?

“I saw you were gone. Where are you going? Are you leaving? Can I come with you?”

“…Yes. I'm leaving. This place is dangerous. You'll be okay for a few more years, but then you have to promise me you'll escape, okay? And…you can't come with me. I wouldn't be able to take care of you.”

Clara was silent for a moment. “They turn into the caretakers, don't they?” she said softly. Her question made me freeze again. *How had she noticed?*

“They do. But that doesn't happen until you're older. You're safe.”

“For now,” she said. Her bitter tone surprised me. “Just let me come with you! If you leave, then they'll watch us more. I won't be able to get out. Please, Avery. I don't want to turn into one of…them.” She had tears in her eyes.

*Drat. I can't say no.*

I forced a smile. “Well. If you're certain you can handle it, then we'd better get going.”

PART 3: TWIST
Words: 547
Original trope: Epiphany/Evil Mentor
Twist: What if Hunter had found out the truth about himself before Luz found him?
i just finished toh and i had to do something related to it :> (hunter my beloved)
(lyrics from viva la vida by coldplay)

Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead, long live the king
One minute, I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

* *
A forest of masks. Broken. Shattered. All of them. A graveyard of past attempts. One of them crunched under his foot.

One mistake. That was all it took. He was next. He had to get out, he had to–

Wake up.

He sighed, burying his head in his hands. This was the third time this week. And it was only Tuesday.

Flapjack chirped from his perch and hopped over. He scratched his head absentmindedly, looking out the window in his cabin.

Well, cabin was one way to put it. ‘Half fallen apart shack’ would have been more accurate.

He got up and checked on his food stock. He'd need to go into town today. Bonesborough was constantly patrolled by the Emperor's guards; it was hard to sneak around there, so he usually avoided it if he could. He sighed again. Another day of hiding.

“Come on, Flapjack.” he said to to tiny cardinal. Flapjack chirped indignantly.

“I know, buddy. It's raining. You're made of wood. I'll keep you dry. We'll be back in a bit, with any luck,” Hunter said, as he fastened his clock and pulled up the hood.

* *

It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string

* *

“It's crowded today. Keep out of sight, Flapjack.”

The Palisman chirped quietly. Hunter kept his head down, not making eye contact, not talking, keeping to himself. The gaurds didn't know him. They didn't know what he looked like under the mask. Still, he tensed every time he walked past one. It was only a matter of time until something happened, until he slipped up. It was only a matter of time until he had to stop hiding and fight. For now, he simply had to survive.

Easier said than done.

As he was walking down the street, a booth caught his eye. It seemed to sell items from the Human Realm–there were all sorts of things he'd never seen before. But that wasn't what interested him most. It was run by Edalyn Clawthorne. The famous wild witch of Bonesborough.

She was infamous for her ability to escape the Emperor's Coven any time they tried to capture her. Her face was stuck on wanted posts all over the Demon Realm, as they had been for years, but she still managed to evade capture. He walked over to the booth.

“Hey, kid. Interested in some human artifacts?” she said.

“Actually, I'm more interested in information. How exactly have you evaded the Emperor for so long?”

* *

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin'
Roman Cavalry choirs are singin'
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

PART 4: 3 TROPES
Words: 703
Tropes: Found Family, Loss of Individualism, “Utopia”

Clara and I walked silently for two hours in the rain. Not once did she whine. She stayed quiet, walking steadily. She kept up with my pace, and didn't even complain when we had to cross a muddy stream.

Maybe I misjudged her.

We only stopped for a few minutes every hour. The sky was growing darker steadily, and we both knew that we'd have to find shelter soon or we'd probably get hypothermia. The temperature had dropped significantly in the past hours and we were both shivering.

“Avery. Look,” Clara said, her voice rising in excitement. She was pointing at something in the distance; there was a light that shined steadily. “Maybe it's a house!” she said. “Maybe they'll let us stay there.” I admired her optimism, but she was right–it was our best shot at getting through the night. I picked her up and set towards the light.

*

The house could only be described in contradictions. It was small yet large. Cozy yet looming.

Hopeful yet tired, or maybe that was just me.

I reached up and knocked on the door, being careful not to disturb Clara. It was much later than when she would normally go to bed, and she's been walking for hours; she had fallen asleep. I waited for a moment, but nobody came to the door. I reached up again and was about to knock when someone turned on a light inside, then opened the door. She was a young woman; she had blonde hair tied up in a ponytail and bright green eyes, more vibrant than I had ever seen before. She looked guarded and wary, but kind. She might let us stay, just for a night, I thought. She looked us up and down.

“Well, don't just stand there. Come in, come in.”

*

“Thank you,” I said as I sat by her fireplace. Clara was still asleep in a guest room.

The woman smiled. “Don't mention it. Who are you, anyway? It's not often I meet two children in the rain at the middle of the night.”

“We, um…”

“You can trust me. Here, I'll prove it. My name is Quinn. I've lived here for eight years. I'm twenty-four years old. I found this cabin as an abandoned wreck, and fixed it up. I'm here because…well, let's just say my mother wasn't the nicest of people.”

I paused. “We're from the orphanage.”

Quinn's face changed. “Briar Woods, huh? That place is made out to be paradise.”

“It's…not. At all. They brainwash the children once they turn sixteen. They don't seem to have any free will. None of them ever want to leave.”

“And there's still children there?”

“Yes. I'm fifteen, but I was the oldest. There were a few boys who are fourteen, but most of the children are under twelve. I didn't–I couldn't take them with me.”

“I know. Why don't you go to bed for tonight? We can talk about this tomorrow.”

“You'll let us stay?”

Quinn smiled, but it seemed forced. “Of course. I don't want you ever going back to that place.”

*

I slept better that night that I ever had since I had come to Briar Woods. The bed was soft, and the blankets were warm rather than paper thin. It was nothing like the orphanage. There, I always felt like someone was watching me, like I had to stay on guard. I had never turned around to see who kept watch. I didn't want to know. I didn't want to know, but I did.

The sun shined through a stained glass window in the bedroom Quinn had set me up in. It seemed almost hopeful, like it was mirroring me. Maybe I was safe now.

*I don't want you ever going back to that place.*

She would let us stay. It was okay. There was nobody watching me here.

But the other children, the ones I'd left. They didn't know what danger they were in. We had to get them out.

Quinn appeared in the doorway to the room. “We'll get the other kids out. I promise. With your help, we can get to the bottom of that place,” she said, almost as if reading my thoughts.

I smiled.

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Writing Comp Entry - Sometimes, All It Takes Is A Whole Lotta Cat Food

“Renée, you did not just-” Robert was either in shock or absolutely done, and Renée still couldn’t tell which one it was, even after three years of marriage and six of being in a relationship. She had just opened the door when he called, and now saw Robert looking at her, then at the cat, then back to her. Renée smiled as she walked through the doorway, holding a tiny kitten in her arms, having returned rather late from the day shift.

“It was on the road,” Renée said, stroking the kitten as she held it. “I couldn’t just leave it there.” She continued stroking the cat and her voice went higher. “Couldn’t I, you tiny little fluffball?”

Renée was not one to make impulsive, rash decisions, but there was a cat on the side of the road, and her heart had exploded. The kitten was a scruffy tabby, perhaps the scruffiest Renée had ever seen, but she was a cat in need of help.

Robert sighed. “I suppose we have been talking about getting a pet in the house, but this was not what I was expecting.” He was clearly annoyed, Renée knew, having dealt with her rather crazy antics over the years. “But you could have at least called.”

“It was seven thirty. I was exhausted,” Renée replied, the exhaustion clearly showing in her voice. “I completely forgot to call you.”

“Your communication skills are terrible.” Robert sighed.

“I know.” Renée grinned, continuing to stroke the kitten.

Renée looked at Robert. “And, before you say anything else, rescue cats are better than ones that have been bred. I’m sure Ally would appreciate and love this little one -” she waved one of the kitten’s tiny paws, “- just as much as any other cat.” Renée buried her face in the cat’s scruffy fur, making a point to show Robert how much she loved the kitten. “Please?”

Robert reluctantly held out his arms to take the cat, and Renée passed the kitten into his arms. As she leaned down to untie her shoes, she heard a sudden thud and watched the kitten leap back towards her arms.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Renée laughed, stumbling backwards and trying her best to catch the kitten. “He’s safe, I promise.” She stroked the cat lightly, trying to calm it down after such a sudden experience.

“I suppose we could have the cat…” Robert started, and Renée felt the sweet taste of victory on her tongue.

“… only for a night.”

Renée felt her heart drop. A night? This kitten was attached to her. Properly attached to her. She couldn’t just… adopt it out!

“Come on,” Renée pleaded, coddling the cat once more. “She loves me. She’s attached to me. If you take her away, it’s like taking her away from a parent.”

There was silence between them for a few minutes, before Robert began to speak.

“How did you even get it to like you that much?” Robert asked. Renée could tell he was still clearly reeling from the shock of having a cat jump out of his arms, and was trying to soothe some of the pain of rejection.

“Sometimes,” Renée smiled, “all it takes is a whole lotta cat food.”

The chatter and action turmoil within the bright, stone walled hallway starkly contrasted the slow-moving business of the city in slumber that was just outside of the window peaceful, slumbering city outside. The council was making their way down the hallway and into the meeting room. Guards stood watch outside of the door, holding magic tipped spears within their paws. (It's nice but not necessary to explain what weapons they're using.)
The council were adorned with formal décor, though Virna had a bit more of a subtle appearance compared to the rest was more subtly dressed. They were led by a large navy-colored eshizuru. He dipped his head respectfully to the guards as they passed through the entryway to the meeting room. (It's also not essential to describe the order in which the procession went, especially since, as an excerpt from a larger piece, too many details from your world's culture and people will overwhelm your readers. Normally, the rule I like to follow is “if I can't explain it under the word count, it isn't in the word count” - and reading over that I have no idea if it makes sense so uh basically if you don't have room to explain, just don't bother putting it in, unless it's something really essential and will make sense even without explanation.)
“It has been a while, hasn’t it?” Jujsa spoke as she stepped through. Virna nodded along with the rest of the council before they all sat down into their designated seating areas.
“Only a couple of months, not too long,” Virna mused. It felt like a while, but it really had only been a couple of months. Council meetings had to be frequent, though Virna felt that they were far too infrequent for his likings. Still, it seemed like much longer.
“I do wish they were more frequent, though. There are a lot of important matters to discuss in these meetings…” Virna said, trailing off a bit. His eyes flashed a glance at Keyka to his left.
“More frequent?” Keyka echoed, her eyes narrowed at the younger council member. She giggled and shook her head with a smile on her face. Virna glared at her, ruffling the feathers of his wings that were resting to his side his feathers.
A loud huff came from the other side of Keyka, and the scarred eye of a burly, scarred bymian was narrowed into slits glaring at the two of them.
“That’s enough,” Elstren growled, the scraping of claws against wood could be heard from his direction his claws scraping against wood. He turned to his side to the eshizuru that was sitting there at his side.
“Any news from Ijulan, Taisi?” He asked, adjusting his wings.
“He must be ashamed to be present after his wings fell off from void’s blight,” Keyka mocked the missing council member. Virna growled at the remark.
“Missing wings? Clearly you have no care-“ He snapped before being cut off.
“That will be discussed shortly when Kinura Adekhi ey Celstja arrives,” Taisi responded, raising his voice over the silent laughter. He stood up straight, towering over the rest of the council that sat there. Virna lowered his head every time he spoke, even if he had equal authority as the rest of them.
The pale bymian that sat across from Virna blinked. A smile crept up onto her face.
“How intriguing…” Kinu whispered, her low voice sounding like a song capable of putting one into a trance softly-sung lullaby.
“Does it have to do with Canaixa?” The narrow-eyed bymian to the left of her opened his eyes to scowl. His face scrunched up with pure disdain for the words that he spoke scowled.
“I would assume not,” Virna spoke up, “We have been on neutral terms with them.”
“They haven’t overstepped the line in Arys, so likely not to do with Canaixa, Nanyi ey Neroka,” Kinu laughed, turning to look directly at the bymian. She was easily dwarfed by him due to her smaller stature. Her bright yellow eyes stared up at his narrowed blue eyes.
Suddenly, the door swung open. Two guards had opened it to allow a spotted cloaked feline to enter. He sat down at the empty spot of the table right of Virna. Virna dipped his head respectfully to the newcomer, though no one else seemed to.
“Ah, Kinura Adekhi, you have arrived,” Taisi grinned from the opposite end of the table. He tapped his claw against the table expectingly.
“End your squabbling, it is time to begin the meeting,” Adekhi narrowed his eyes at the rest of them, flicking his scarred right ear. He took out a couple of papers from his bags and set them onto the table for all of them to see. A map of Unebia appeared before them on the table, markers of different regions and territories were all visible.
“The reconnection with the rest of Ieunqa is in progress still. No specifics on it as of right now. Aid from Cxivosi Circle on research is still pending, not sure when they will respond,” Adekhi began, glancing over to Virna.
“I am no longer one of the heads of research in Cxivosi Circle. It has been a messy couple of months transitioning the subordinates I previously were leading to a new head of research There's been some difficulties with transitioning the subordinates I was leading to a new research head. I will fetch your letter and deliver it to Estell promptly,” Virna nodded. Unless it is a matter for Myuta… He contemplated.
“… Unless you need me to pass it onto Myuta. However, I am sure that Estell would pass it upwards to her if so,” Virna concluded. Adekhi nodded, looking back down at the papers and moving through them. Virna did not want to pry in potentially secret business, but it appeared to mostly be a list of important items for discussion.
“I am also wanting to consult Cxivosi Circle on the research pertaining to void’s blight. It is extremely important that we solve this illness,” The Kinura sighed. Virna nodded, wishing he had something to write this all down on to work on when he returned home. He glanced around in search of something to write on and write with, but only found the scowling faces of the rest of the council. They truly have no care for these problems within Unebia… Virna frowned, turning back to Adekhi.
Adekhi gazed up from the papers to look at Taisi across from him.
“Ijulan is absent to handle a situation in the south with Criza. Merchants that were returning from Criza were attacked on the trade route north into Osia Lyera. It has since been considered unsafe to travel,” Adekhi explained. The map changed to present the problem as described. The south Zornoth isles were marked in red along with the trade route marker.
“Did we lose any airships?” Keyka questioned, “I am sure Virna would have a great time sorting out the creation of new airships.”
“We have plenty in stores in store in Cximia. I do not oversee the airship creation, only the storing of airships made by the Yin family south in Enth,” Virna shook his head.
“I will send some right away if needed-“
“No need,” Adekhi said, “no airships were destroyed, only looted. This likely is an isolated incident, though it is cause for concern.”
“I have intel from the south that Criza is planning an attack,” Taisi spoke up. The rest of the council quickly turned their heads towards Taisi. Virna was stunned by that remark. Another war? This time with Criza? He scowled.
Kinu hissed across from him, “those savages… Think they can take our land?!”
“They have grown considerably since the wars against Iralux years ago-“
“How dare they take advantage of us-“
“Enough!” Adekhi stood up, shouting at the erupting council chatter. The discussion slowly died down before everyone finally turned attentively towards his direction.
“We will assemble an army for when that time comes, revive the special forces if we have to. For now, we will keep a tight watch on Criza and their behavior. If needed, I will personally speak to the Crizan leaders,” He announced. It was not enough to appease the disturbed council as whispers still brewed among them. Virna was silent, contemplating what this all meant.
Adekhi was also silent to his right. Virna turned over to observe the ruler of Unebia. He never knew didn't know Adekhi personally, only ever interacting with him for business and council purposes. It was difficult to read him due to this. Virna believed that he cared deeply about the conflicts that troubled Unebia. It was difficult to read him, but Virna believed he cared deeply about Unebia's conflicts.
“I say we fight them. Bite off the head before it bites us,” Kinu sang, “the Enyellas will back this decision and send young fighters if necessary.”
“Do you not have a weak wingless in your ranks? What good would a bad omen do in a war?” Elstren turned to the Enyellas council member who simply was blinking at him. Not out of disbelief, but out of contempt.
“Yes, best send that dead weight off into a war than to leave it back with us,” Kinu grinned.
“We are not going to fight, yet,” Adekhi remarked, “we mustn’t provoke them until we know for certain that they are attacking us.”
“Whatever our course of action is,” Taisi began, standing up himself. The rest of the council turned their attention to the eshizuru. Virna felt the morale raise in the air around him.
“We will be able to make it through this oncoming conflict. We succeeded against Iralux so many years ago. We succeeded against the cxynis. Unebia has never been more unified than today after all of these crises, conflicts, wars, deaths, and bloodshed. Our path forward is ignited with fire and our wings burn ever brighter,” Taisi exclaimed. There was a hum and a nod in agreement.
“Let the phoenix rise from the ashes,” Kinu cried out, raising her cup.
“Let the phoenix rise from the ashes!” the table cheered. Virna was a quiet voice in the cheer. He thought he heard Adekhi completely silent during it. He didn't hear Adekhi at all.

∗ ∗ ∗

The meeting kept going on for hours, though it had been wrapped up for a while before he made for his departure. Most of it was not productive discussion filled with snide remarks. Virna played no part in the overall discussion, mostly mulling over all of the problems around Unebia. There was a lot going on throughout Unebia that was being completely blindsided by the rest of the individuals on the council.
Virna was beginning to question the point of the council. He could tell that Adekhi wanted to pull power away from the monarchy, but he was not sure what a council filled with individuals that only cared about flaunting their reputation, wealth, and power would to do aid Unebia.
Adekhi was the only one who put the bare minimum of effort, yet at the same time he was not. Taisi was another that acted, almost on his behalf even. Virna had no idea what Adekhi sought to succeed in his current position, but he had no time to ponder upon it. There was far too much to settle within Cxivosi. Perhaps his retirement would have to be pushed back a couple of years again because of the incompetence. He trusted the new heads of research, but he was not certain about the future of Unebia.
Virna let out an exhale as he gazed out of the massive palace windows. Life was moving on in the city beyond the walls, even if it was at a sluggish pace there was still life. That was what Unebia was, it was the people as a whole not the ones who controlled the nation.
He had no idea how long this would last.
The port was just as quiet as it appeared from within the palace quiet. There were few that surrounded him, mostly those who were boarding the airship to get shipments moved up to the northern port. Virna was the first one to depart from the capital as the rest of the council stayed behind to either wait for their airships to arrive or stayed back to discuss things with Taisi.
There was the sound of someone approaching in a hurry. Virna turned to see an ilustros approaching him adorned in armor. She appeared to be one of the guards underneath Taisi or from Elstren – either way, she had to have been someone told to speak to him. He had never seen this ilustros in his life, but Virna could tell that he was intentionally approaching him.
“Ah, Virna ey Cximia, I finally caught up to you,” the ilustros said.
“I was sent by Taisi to escort you. With the latest news, it may not be safe for you to depart without an escort,” she explained before Virna could inquire.
“Very well,” Virna nodded, not commenting further. The ilustros followed along with him as he went over to wait for the arrival of the Cxivosi airship. Virna had planned ahead of time for it to arrive so that he would have to avoid the incessant flaunting of the other council members.
Eventually the airship arrived, Virna and his escort immediately boarded first. Not many were boarding at that hour due to the unexpected reschedule, and it was by his own request for as few to be on board.
Virna made his way down into the lower quarters with his escort.
“What’s your name?” he glanced over to the ilustros following him.
“That is not important, sir.”
“I would rather not call you my escort,” Virna mused, gazing out of the window that overlooked the darkness below.
The airship began descending ascending into the sky, heading north towards the port on the north side of Zornoth. There was much silence between them, the ilustros refusing to share her own name. He sat there, gazing out at the scenery that he was hovering above. Virna wished to not pry, even if he was beginning to question if she had come from Taisi.
The moment he turned his back his body went cold, and his vision went black. There was nothing that could save him. The last thing he heard were screams and shouts, the overwhelming nothingness taking him in its embrace.

The Tree, and What He Forgets

Author’s Note

In this short story, I wanted to explore the complicated mother-daughter relationship between the Queen and Snow White in the original Grimms’ fairy tale, using a creator-creation dynamic to explore themes of beauty, regret, and the cycle of creativity and destruction. The Grimms’ “Snow White” stood out to me because the Queen is Snow White’s mother rather than step-mother, and the jealousy and hatred reminded me of the dynamic between Frankenstein and the creature in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. I worked with this relationship and flesh out both characters, but particularly the Queen, who in the original has almost no character traits or motivation beyond jealousy. Other touch points and inspirations for this story include the creation myths and story of Jesus’ birth from the Bible, Daisy Buchanan’s comments on her hopes for her daughter in The Great Gatsby, and the story of Pygmalion.

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Notes

This is the prologue from the novel I've been working on! I hope it's enjoyable - if you found this interesting lmk!! Like please i need to inject motivation into my veins

I wanted you to fear me. Or love me.
Or just notice me.
I had grown a strange quick, attachment to you, apparently, and this feeling was my favorite by far.
I don’t know why it was you that caught my attention—maybe it was because I liked how you cried to me when I stole the life from your mother’s eyes. (I didn’t know she was your mother, but I can’t say I feel sorry.)

“Hey,” I said, placing a hand on your shoulder, stopping you before you could leave my sight.
You whirled around, frightened. I retracted my hand, feeling sorry for scaring you. ‘Sorry’ is like a wave; I felt knocked off balance as a current of guilt gnawed at my stomach.
You narrowed your eyes at me, and opened your mouth, but I cut you off before you could say anything.

You narrowed your eyes at me, and opened your mouth, but I cut you off before you could say anything.

“We’re supposed to be evacuating right now,” I told you.
Your eyes narrowed at me, and you pushed past me without answering.

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tropes n stuff

Going with rivals to friends/lovers or enemies to friends/lovers if you squint (mostly friends tho). It’s not my favorite trope of all time, but it is the only one I can really think of something for. (I say as if i hadn't written 200 words about it)
My favorite goobers… This is going to be a relatively canon scene that might not show up, but whatever!!!
I think I’ll go two POV writings of two different scenes entirely – first scene being more of butting heads and dislike, second scene being genuine care for one another and the development of feelings. (ended up doing this for part 4… lol.)

Just going to preface this with: this is a fanfic AU type outline. I’m not going to write this out in story format because I need to write 500 words, not an entire fanfiction. When I was brainstorming this I went too far with it… And now this is the result. Might make this legit, might not, but enjoy this really goofy Warriors fanfic idea. I am, for once, writing my cabin’s genre wowza.
TLDR: I’m doing a detailed outline for this instead of writing it out in full because I accidentally went too far.

I would've done this in full but I had run out of time - I probably will expand on this and edit this message in the morning with more written and fleshed out but rahhh I am so so so tired

so uh… I had a hard time picking tropes that worked with my stuff so… enjoy this mess? I do hope it has at least 3 tropes I tried I really did but I had fallen ill lol and I legit had to rush this so grgrgrgr sowwy gang but it should be fine!! It's another section of the rivals to lovers plus found family plus speaking to the dead plus maybe embarrassing rescue plus author hates happiness (/j)

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help.