Tropes

[moosejuice]

the self-indulgent fanfiction tropes meme
all of your favorite gen & shippy cliches!

WHAT TO DO
— Comment with your character and any preferences in the subject line.
— Reply to others using one or more of the prompts below as inspiration.
— LBR, we all know how this works by now.


1. ACCIDENTAL MARRIAGE.
Whether it's the classic 'waking up in Vegas' story or a magic ritual gone wrong, the characters are now bound for eternity. Better find a way to undo it -- it's not like they're going to fall in love or anything.

2. AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES.
For one reason or another, the characters are roommates, or housemates, or tentmates. Will they get along or argue over whose turn it is to do the dishes?

3. ARRANGED MARRIAGE / MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE.
Unlike the accidental marriage, this one was fully intentional. Whether it was arranged against their will for someone else's gain or a purposeful decision on their part, the characters are now in a totally platonic marriage. Unless...???

4. BODYSWAP.
The Freaky Friday. Due to forces unknown, the characters have swapped bodies. Can they work together to undo whatever magic got them here?

5. BOUND TOGETHER.
Characters are either physically bound together, such as by handcuffs, or magically bound together by some sort of soulbond. Either way, they won't be going anywhere without each other any time soon.

6. FAKE DATING / MARRIAGE.
The ultimate in fanfic tropes, the pretend relationship. You all know how this works -- just make sure to cut it off before anyone catches real feelings.

7. FANCY BALL.
Maybe characters are undercover for a heist or some other clandestine operation. Maybe they got dragged here by a friend. Maybe they're just attending for fun! No matter what, everyone is dressed to the nines.

8. HUDDLING FOR WARMTH / SNOWED IN.
Baby, it's cold outside! Better cuddle to stay warm.

9. INJURED.
One or both characters has been injured (seriously or not) and needs some TLC. Hope you have a first aid kit handy!

10. ONLY ONE BED.
Oh, no -- looks like we've only got one room left, and it's only got one bed. You guys are cool with sharing, right?

11. SOULMATES.
A trope that most commonly revolves around characters with soulmate marks that determine who their One True Love will be. Other options include psychic links, reincarnation, and more!

12. STRANDED.
Characters are stranded somewhere together -- in the wilderness, in the desert, on a remote planet. They'll have to depend on each other to get out of this, and maybe bond a little along the way.

13. STUCK IN AN ELEVATOR.
The elevator's stuck, and no one's coming. Looks like you've got a lot of time to kill. Maybe you could strike up a conversation?

14. UNDERCOVER.
The characters are on a secret mission and no one can know their identities. Hey, that fake mustache is falling off!

Comments

Re: ooc

[alivian]

[Yeah, basically! Rip Alivian. His heart is a bit delicate at this point. It's reveled that he has some really depressing thoughts about himself. He's the sort to be absolutely needing compassion and friends, but not thinking he deserves it.

[I could see him only wanting to find another rift to turn back to normal (and spare Geralt further pain in such a body,) but not necessarily leave Geralt's side if they get along enough.

[I write that Alivian's body is still currently suffering, yes, for not having a submissive or switch to be with him and exchange simple orders/praise with. I headcanon that Alivian's more of a switch, himself, for scene and set-up flexibility. He's been on suppressants for his Glare as well, not that they really work, I also headcanon that he deals with a general feeling of aches and malaise for not having a partner to work with. So, bone and muscle aches, fatigue and the like. I figure the suppressants he takes keeps him from worsening too quickly, to buy him time, but not much else. His doctor describes the lack as a nutritional deficiency. Aliivan will also be willing to explain it in-thread as well.

[And how Geralt's body handles Alivian's Glare is up to you .<3 It's stated that it brings other dominants and neutrals to their knees, but inflicts a sub drop state in subs and runs the risk of killing them, but I'm more than happy to just say it does or doesn't affect someone, based on player preference.

[I hope this helps! :) ]

Re: ooc

[gettossed]

[I think since Geralt has his own aches and pains, it'll take him a little while to figure out what that particular type of pain means. He might just think Alivian is sick at first, and thus he is.

But I can work with all that, sure. Maybe switchy Alivan can offer to try to serve as a sub so Geralt will hurt less?]

Re: ooc

[alivian]

[I can see him offering it, since the mask doesn't need to be removed for that to occur, and it's not like Geralt has the same baggage. It'll sure rouse some pretty complicated feelings on his part, but that'll be for later-Alivian to deal with and feel conflicted by. x3

[As an aside, do you have a preference as to how to start us off, or shall I give it a go once we think we have enough to run with? :)]

Re: ooc

[gettossed]

[Maybe them both exploring the rift when it implodes, throws them both into one world or the other, and each other's body?

You're welcome to give it a shot, if not then I'll try to grab it tomorrow!]

I can always switch to brackets if prose isn't your preference. :)

[alivian]

By all accounts, the day promised to be decent. Unassuming, bland, or even boring. Better than eventful days that turned out to be more trouble than they were worth.

The hum-drum of it all was honestly the better part. It meant that negative comments aimed at him were minimal, that work was efficient for how rote it was.

He doesn't expect, nor appreciate, when the world blurs around him, and he's thrown out the other side in unfamiliar lands.

At first, Alivian thinks he's aged, seeing the hint of pale hair in his peripheral vision, until he realizes that it isn't tinted blue, and his face is completely uncovered.

Second, as he reaches up to examine his face by touch, he stills as he feels strange, round ears just at the edge of his lower jaw.

His sense of balance is... different, to say the least. Reliant purely on legs and core muscles, where he's used to having a tail compensate.

Hearing something shift nearby, he turns his head and sees-- himself.

Is this some fey magic? he wonders to himself.

Reaching out, he touches his own(?) shoulder, where the thick navy fabric of his patrol uniform is thickest. The mask is still in place. Good.

"Hey--"

Gods, even his voice sounds different. Lower. Rougher. More of a growl to this voice than his own, even, which is impressive.

"You-- are you alright?"

Likely not. With the medicine prolonging his life and other deficiencies, whoever is in his body likely feels like utter shit. He prepares himself for complaining, and having to explain himself. But, strangely, whatever worries he has feels like... he can rationalize through them. Think clearly.

Must be the courtesy of this body?

Prose is great!

[gettossed]

Geralt had been tracking a rogue werewolf when suddenly a crack in the world appeared - a hazy view of another world on the other side of it.

He barely had time to acknowledge what it was before he was thrown backward by an unexpected force.

He came awake at that touch to his shoulder, rolling quickly to his feet, reaching for a sword -

and then nearly fell back over, as his balance was wildly off, and his sword not where it should be. Geralt righted himself, but could feel everything was wrong. When he looked down, his body was not his own.

"What is this, and who are you?" Geralt demanded. His voice was smoother, no closer to his than it usually was. And there was some distinctly fur-like softness on his arms, protecting from the chill. If he was a werewolf now though, it was nothing like any wolf he'd seen.

[alivian]

Wow. That really was his voice, wasn't it?

"I'm not sure what's happened, aside from getting spat out of a rift between our worlds, but my name is Alivian Disston."

A beat.

"Whatever you do, don't take the mask off near people. You could risk killing someone if you do, or even this body of yours. Sorry."

It was definitely a strange sound, this voice.

And the cold definitely felt a little more intense now than he was used to. Just coverings, armor, and weaponry were on this person, it seemed. There was likely more that he couldn't sense without looking.

"Let's just talk this out. Take back your weaponry, if you want. I won't stop you."

He offered his hands in a placid gesture, not moving from where he crouched on the ground, and made no move to even attempt to touch the weaponry that this body held.

[gettossed]

Geralt grunted, stony faced save for wariness on his face - the expression somehow setting him further away from any Alivian made.

He'd already been reaching up to his face when the words broke through and he stopped, lowering his hand again. "You're cursed?" he asked. He paused and then offered grudgingly. "Geralt."

He tried to test muscles and balance, the wag of the tail catching him by surprise. He reached up again, not disturbing the mask but feeling the shape of his face - the snout, the ears. "You're some kind of werewolf, but not like any I've seen?" he guessed.

Geralt sighed. "Give me my things then, I'll return yours, and we'll try to sort this out. I've a mage I can call, if we need to. It's best for both of us if I don't have to."

[alivian]

No dog's snout, nor damp, but just as keen and sensitive, telling Geralt perhaps even more information than usual about his current surroundings.

There was also a hint of fur-textured stubble on the jawline and upper lip. The hands had some callouses - but mostly from holding a writing implement.

The ears were keenly sensitive to the slightest touch, even by oneself (a casual, light touch often able to elicit a shiver) - but wherever they tilt, they catch even distant sounds.

"Not a werewolf. Just a wolf. I don't know if it's a curse, but I am dying as a side effect of it, however slowly, so let's get you back to your body before then."

Fumbling a little with the gear, Alivian stood up and began to remove the weaponry one by one, offering them to Geralt carefully, with respect.

"Keep the tin in the left coat pocket on your person. It's full of suppressant medication. It's all that's keeping me alive right now - and for now, you. I only need the notebook in the right pocket."

A beat, as his brow furrowed.

"Are you a soldier? What do you need all of this weaponry for?"

Not that he stopped even once in his slow progress of returning Geralt's belongings to him. Even the armor, if not stopped.