#favorite tropes

[i-know-how-my-story-ends]

God I'm a sucker for characters who are so utterly loyal to someone that they're completely unhinged. Characters who have no moral compass except their overwhelming devotion to whoever they've chosen to listen to. That's the good shit

#jay talks #favorite tropes #this is about frank in htgawm but also Takashi Kovacs in altered carbon #*takeshi #also izzy hands!

[braceletofteeth]

#favorite tropes (3/∞): Honorific of Choice

#love in the air #1x02 #semantic error #1x04 #between us #1x01 #parallels #gifset #favorite tropes #* #// #of choice: selected as one's favorite or the best; that is preferred #/// #if they are allowed to be weird about it so am I #the only thing that hits as hard as the use of honorifics is the drop of said honorifics (coming soon???)

[turtleofthehollow]

"Characters hating each other so much they accidentally get married" is a great trope we need more of

Bonus points if they still can't stand each other, and have no explanation for why they've vowed to be life partners

#i'm of course talking about alastor and lucifer from hazbin hotel #these 2 are so much fun and i need more of them in my life #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #alastor and lucifer #radioapple #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #alastor #lucifer #alastor the radio demon #the radio demon #tropes #favorite tropes #ship tropes

[orangegiraffe]

Things I see in a lot of dinluke fics that I go feral for love every time:

Din giving Luke a Keldabe kiss and Luke not getting the significance. Bonus points if Luke mentions that he likes it when Din presses his forehead to his and having no idea (until later) that he just told Din he likes kissing him

A dinluke spar that ends with Luke sitting on top of Din

Literally everyone knowing that Din and Luke are in love before they do

Every mandalorian who meets Luke going “damn he’s the full package. he can fight, he’s good looking, AND he’s good with kids”

Luke being an Absolute Unit in combat

Luke having lightning scars from Palpatine

Din disliking Han (if Boba is in the fic, him also hating Han, but loving Luke and Leia)

Din’s realization that Jedi Master Luke Skywalker and Senator Leia Organa are siblings

Grogu seeing his buir and master as his dads before they’re actually together

Din being soft when he sees Luke and Grogu together

CLAN OF THREE

#dinluke #star wars #din dijarn #luke skywalker #the mandolorian #grogu #clan of three #favorite tropes #fanfic #feel free to add on

[blackrosesandwhump]

5 Things I Like Writing About

Vampires

2. Beautiful, angsty men

3. Castles

4. Characters haunted by their past mistakes

5. Characters who always feel like outcasts

Tagging (no pressure!) @tildeathiwillwrite @brutal-nemesis @forthetaintedsorrow-whump and anyone else who's bored :P

#favorite tropes #writing things #writeblr #creative writing #writing community #writers on tumblr #whumpblr #whump writing

[ashintheairlikesnow]

I love a freeze response. I love a character who doesn't fight, or flee, or even fawn: someone whose whole body locks up and goes still, unable to save themselves or try to do anything at all, until it's too late.

I especially love when the story involves them fighting or finding their way out later on.

#favorite tropes #tropes #Ash rambles

[fantasyinallforms]

I want to know people's favorite wholesome bagginshield trope.

I'm a real sucker for the, Thorin can't get enough of Bilbo's cooking trope.

Food is my favorite love language 🥘

#bagginshield #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #thilbo #the hobbit #favorite tropes #bilbo x thorin

[tragedry]

older sibling characters that have been dealt with the shittiest of cards in life, who struggle to keep their family afloat, who have witnessed grief and tragedy at a young age that will later force them to develop a hard exterior in order to protect themselves from the cruelties of the world. older sibling characters with a chip on their shoulder. older sibling characters who are overprotective of their younger siblings because they fear the world will be even crueler to those they love.

older sibling characters with anger issues and are meanspirited because they refuse to let the narrative soften them after all the shit they went through.

#this is definitely about tyler hernandez #character tropes #character trope #fandom #favorite tropes #tag your faves #tag your blorbos #school bus graveyard #tyler hernandez #tyler sbg #can you tell idfk how to tag this #please tag characters like this bc i am trying to grow a collections of blorbos with this exact same trope

[draculasfavoritewife]

No Word For Hero

Summary: You love him and the way he will always be your protector, but sometimes facing the truth is the most terrifying thing of all.

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!Reader

Warnings: Nightmares and discussions of death. The one-two punch of angst and fluffiness all in one. This one is a fair bit more somber than my other Mando stuff.

Another trope I will never ever get tired of -- the "having a nightmare while sleeping with your partner" routine! 🥳 Gets me in my feels every time, particularly with a character like Din who (to me at least) canonically also has frequent nightmares. I first drafted this one a couple summers ago as a result of all my feelings after that big moment in "The Marshal", as I'm sure will be obvious.

*Translations of less common words/phrases in Mando'a at the end

It's coming, exploding up from beneath the billowing sands, looming over everyone, titanic, monstrous, ravenous....

...He turns to you, ever so briefly, tilts his head in that meaningful look you know all too well...that damn look that means he's going to play hero again.

Damn his altruism.

When is he going to stop?

You already know that answer, too. It lurks forever in the back of your mind, awake or asleep, always whispering there, a constant venom ever deepening its grasp around your heart until one day the cold reality finally breaks it.

He'll stop when he finally doesn't come back to you.

When he's at last granted the warrior's death you know he desires.

Only then.

You can't even scream as he disappears down the dragon's throat, too frozen with horror to make a sound....

You bolt upright, gasping for breath, damp hair clinging to your face and tears running down, their salty tang sharp on your lips.

Stupid nightmares.

"Go away," you mutter, rubbing harshly at your eyes. "Just stop."

The cot is small, realistically much too small for two adults, and your distress is painfully evident to the man sharing it with you, whose arm has just been violently dislodged from its place around your torso.

"Bad dream?"

He sounds tired. He hardly ever sleeps through a full night at the best of times, and even then it's rarely a deep sleep.

If the old saying "sleep with one eye open" were actually true, Din would be its personification.

You curse your overactive mind a second time, for disturbing his precious few moments of rest along with your own.

"I'm fine." You don't lie back down, instead pulling your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms tightly around them. Normally you find his quarters chilly, but the adrenaline coursing through your veins makes the room suddenly feel close and stuffy.

He shifts against you in the dark, no doubt to study your posture. "You don't sound fine."

You sigh. "I will be. You should try and get some sleep, Din."

You hear him lean back into the wall, a long exhale betraying stiffness somewhere in his muscles.

You've offered him the side of the bed that's not right up against the wall, but to your surprise he actually likes to be pressed closely between your body and the solidness of metal at his back.

You suspect it gives him a sense of security in a life that holds so little for him.

"I'm sorry I woke you," you add before he can speak again.

"You didn't." His revelation is cool and distant, as if his lack of rest means nothing to him. "I haven't slept at all tonight."

You turn to stare at him in dismay, only to be met with the void of deep darkness. "Why didn't you --"

"What? Wake you up to tell you I can't sleep?" Somehow you know he's shaking his head at you. "That fixes nothing, Cyar'ika. My sleep was disturbed since long before we met." His voice softens as he reaches for you, his large, comfortingly familiar hand stroking down your side. "But when I have you in my arms, listening to your breathing, I can at least find some peace. And that is often enough."

You let out another shuddering breath and gaze out into the dim compartment, the images from your nightmare replaying over and over behind your eyes like a holovid stuck on loop.

"I think I need some air," you murmur.

"Take my shirt, then." You're grateful he doesn't try to stop you; he knows you were taking care of yourself for a long time before you two struck up your partnership. He trusts you to look out for danger.

"Vor'e, Cyare." You slide from the bed, his fingers trailing away from your hip as you break from his gentle touch. He watches as you blindly take his shirt from the pile of clothes left on the floor and pull it over your head, pausing only to grab a vibroblade before exiting his quarters.

"I'll come back," you promise softly.

And the words sting deep down as they leave your lips, knowing that one day, one of you might not be able to keep that promise.

The night is cool and clear on this planet, and the breeze smells like living growth from the thick woods nearby. It's a far cry from the dust and smoke of so many of the worlds you've stayed on before, and soon you start to calm down, heartbeat returning to normal and perspiration drying at the wind's light touch. Everything is peaceful around you, the night birds calling and water flowing somewhere behind the trees.

Not for the first time, your thoughts stray towards the impossibility of trying to stay somewhere like this place, to drop everything you know and carve out a life on a frontier planet somewhere. You and Din and Grogu, living modestly and secretly away from the prying eyes of the Imperials or the Jedi, pretending at normalcy....

There's the key word.

Pretending.

You've played many parts since you lost your buir so many years ago. Dancer in the clubs of the Core worlds, thief, animal wrangler, pilot, hired gun. You could adapt, you feel fairly certain. It's the skill that's most reliably kept you alive this long.

But Din....

He's so deeply entrenched in his upbringing. His honor, and the hunt, mean everything to him. Whatever else he tries to be, he will always be the Mandalorian first and foremost. The Way runs through his veins, thicker than blood, and the fierce heart of a warrior beats beneath the beskar.

It's why he will ultimately always make sacrifices to keep those under his protection safe.

It's who he is. His identity.

The reason that one day he might not emerge from the belly of the beast in triumph.

And you love him, exactly the way he is. You'd never ask him to change.

But Maker, sometimes the knowledge of what that means hurts deeper than any physical wound.

So you stand there at the edge of the woods and let the tears come, let the sobs wrack your body as you bury yourself deeper in his comforting shirt, praying that the day never comes that all you have left are memories and clothes that smell like him.

Eventually, your grief runs its course and you can breathe once again. The crunch of footsteps in the damp grass warrants a side glance, but as you thought, it's only your beroya, come to check on you, no doubt.

"You've been out here a long time," he remarks.

"Had a lot on my mind."

He encircles you in his arms from behind, chin resting in the dip of your shoulder. You're surprised that he didn't replace his helmet to come out here, but sunrise is still a long way off.

"I'm usually the one with the nightmares," he teases softly. "This one must have been rough. Want to talk?"

You find his hands at your waist, interlock your fingers with his.

"I lost someone. Someone very important to me."

Turning slightly so you can rest your cheek against his, you kiss the very edge of his lips. "It scares me, Din."

He's quiet for some time, and you try to imagine the expression on his face.

"I'm sorry," he finally whispers. "I can't give you anything but my word that I will always try my hardest to come back to you. That is what fuels me, ner'kar'ta. The fire in my blood, the strength in my bones, is knowing that I need to make it back for you. But I realize that it is a double-edged blade. Because it also means I would give everything, to keep you safe in the end."

"I know, Din. I remember what my buir used to tell me, you know, how we have no word for 'hero' in our mother tongue, because to be Mando'ade is to risk all for the ones you love. I know I'm so selfish." You turn all the way around at last, hiding your face in his bare chest. "But I accept your vow. And it will have to be enough."

Collecting yourself and finally raising your haunted gaze to his, you manage a small smile. "But I will fight for you, Din Djarin. Death will find one hell of a struggle when it finally comes for you, I can promise you that."

"There's my girl." The fond grin in his voice is audible. "Now, will you come back to bed? It's getting lonesome in there."

You let him lead you back to the ship, and the sigh of the wind now seems to promise to whisk your fears away for the time being.

The door slides shut behind you, and you shiver, realizing all of a sudden just how cold you are. His shirt is a welcome barrier against the biting chill, and you wonder how he was able to get along without it outside.

"Cold?" he asks.

"Yes." You reach out for him, wordlessly begging for his warmth.

He sidesteps you and folds his arms across his chest. "Take it off," he demands, and indicates the shirt with a nod, husky voice brimming with humor and a shade of something hungrier. "Or I will."

You hug the worn fabric closer to your body and shake your head mutinously. "But it's the only thing keeping me warm!"

"So you've chosen the hard way." He crosses the small space in a couple of long strides and starts to tease the garment off of you, bit by agonizing bit. "And how dare you let a piece of clothing do a man's job."

"You're making me cold again," you complain as he pulls you into bed with him, the hunter retreating back to his lair to finish off his fortunate prey.

"Then honor dictates I repair the damage I've caused," he hums, and you surrender to the bliss of being completely enveloped in his embrace. Din has always run hot, ever since you started sleeping together, and his warmth and familiar weight are so much better than any sweet dream of yours could be.

In the here and now, he's still alive, and he's still yours.

There will be no more tears tonight.

"Better?" he growls into your throat.

You run your fingers through his thick curls, sighing at the way he always manages to banish all of your dark thoughts away. And maybe now there will even be time for him to get some sleep before morning as well.

"I am now."

Vor'e = Thank you

Buir = Parent

Beroya = Bounty Hunter

Ner'kar'ta = My heart

Mando'ade = Child of Mandalore

#din djarin #x reader #the mandalorian #bounty hunter #romance #mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #female reader #sentimental #favorite tropes #nightmare #comfort #star wars #self insert #a bit sad #bad dreams #soft din djarin #angst #hes so lovely #im not crying you are

[candyskiez]

yeah yeah dying for each other great awesome but here me out. character who is super super self destructive and self sacrificing who would throw themself in front of danger for anyone if they asked, who's greatest act of love isn't to die for the other. it's to live. even if it's hard, even if they don't want to, even if they're terrified of what happens next. they live, and they trust the other to be able to handle danger, even if they don't want to keep going. their greatest act of love isn't to die protecting them but instead to stay by their side. romanticize THAT. I fucking live for that shit. character who's extreme self sacrificialness is portrayed as a flaw and them unlearning that and learning that it's okay to survive. give me more of that!!!

this can be romantic, platonic, familial, queer platonic, "I don't know what these fuckers have going on but they mean the world to each other", anything. no matter what the relationships like I am guaranteed to adore it.

#writing #tropes #favorite tropes #can be romantic or platonic #ship dynamics

[saintofdaggers]

sorry for finding it hot when a cold and detached character gets put through the wringer and loses more and more of their emotional shields until they're an unhinged, seething mess ready to tear something down with their bare hands and unable to control their feelings. I'm right though

#tropes #writing #favorite tropes #storytelling #character dynamics #maybe it's the vulnerability #maybe I just enjoy characters revealing hidden depths that are worse or more complex than their everyday selves #either way it's so <3 #to all the people who were following me before I got into darker fiction I am so sorry lmao #my posts

[candiedbooks]

I love when there’s a blond boyfriend and his brunette boyfriend.

#Tagging my characters first: #{kiss me on the mouth and set me free; john&clove.} #{promise me you'll never let it go; cliff&grey.} #And now some ships: #stu x billy #stuilly #philip x lukas #philkas #brian x justin #britin #roman x peter #romancek #ship tropes #romance tropes #ship dynamics #favorite tropes #tropes i like #txt

[braceletofteeth]

#favorite tropes (1/∞): Rider Gets A Free Hug

#never let me go #utsukushii kare #my beautiful man #even sun #even sun the series #hidden agenda #only friends #only friends the series #favorite tropes #gifset #* #// #originally a 9-piece set but the other shows beat me up one by one #so here are only the ones I refused to give up on #(shoutout to anyone who may remember even sun btw (I don't know why I do))

[ms-scarletwings]

I love you “Art not as a masterful communication but as an incoherent scream”

I love you “Art not as what liberates the artist but something larger and alive that liberates itself uncontrollably through the artist”

I love you “Art that crawled and thrashed into the world in spite of, not because of its tribulations”

I love you “Artistry not as something spontaneous and beautiful but frustratingly meticulous and unglamorous”

I love you “Art as regrettable, terrifying, ugly, even torturous”

I love you “Art as sickness”

I love you “Art as oppressive and inescapably woven into the soul”

I love you “Art as a rebellious slave”

I love you “Art as a capricious master”

I love you “Art as a parasite one can no longer picture life without”

I love you “Art as beloved and ungrateful”

I love you “Art as blood, sucked from an open wound” As Jacob Geller so poetically put it

#jacob geller #kitty horrorshow #haunted cities vol 4 #jthm #meatcanyon #favorite tropes #media meta #scarlet rambles about things

[ziptiesnfries]

character with a zipper mouth who gets their hands tied behind their back, so others control when their mouth is zipped open or shut 🤐 muffled shouts and begging to be allowed to speak 🤐 muffled screams when they're getting hurt 🤐 zipper mouths 🤐

#ziptalks #zipper mouths my beloved <3 #oh boy tumblr user named zipper i wonder what made you think of that #favorite tropes #(this isn't really a trope but it should be)

[audhd-nightwing]

yk those characters that are complete softies / total sweethearts but go absolutely batshit feral when you hurt someone they care about?

yeah. fuckin love those guys

#tag your faves #tag your blorbos #character tropes #pls tell me ur fav characters like this #character trope #fandom #favorite tropes #idfk what to tag this #this may or may not have been inspired by a superbat post