*sits you down and makes you sit through a horrible interpretative dance about how much i already adore you because yes, we have another one*
Killing him is all right, I guess. I’m working with someone who’s killing him off already, and in turn I’m killing Clark!
What do you have in mind? :D
So, what’s the prompt?
That’s up to you, I guess. It’s a very vague challenge, so AUs and all that are okay… as long as you kill someone.
I’ve got to ask, is anyone willing to kill off a couple of characters with me?
I saw this challenge on fanfiction.net and I have honestly been aching to do it. It’s basically an angsty fic for an OTP, a”who could kill who better” scenario. So if, for example, the pairing we agree on is Mine, then I get to kill Micah, and my partner in crime gets to kill Shane.
Send me a message if you’re interested!
Hi! :) I’ve never been good at explaining why I ship things, but it’s kinda like this:
In the beginning I didn’t think about them much either, you know, too focused on the ships that were actually happening or so damn near close to even spare a thought for what once was. They were together, loved each other, took care of each other—past tense.
But then I saw things when Micah came back, small, hardly noticeable things that I completely blew out of proportion. The things that we Mine shippers hold on to. Like how they had a good foundation of their relationship, how they were still able to find one another in the midst of so a tragedy. The fact that their love was able to transcend both the time and distance that was put between them; that Micah never yelled, never got angry at anyone, at Shane, for what happened when he got back; that Shane said that he’d never let his father hurt anyone he loves ever again; that they clung onto each other after the fire, etc.
These things, I guess, made me realize that no, they are, in fact not over. That these two beautiful, selfless individuals will never stop loving each each other, present tense—and are, in every sense of the word, soulmates. Even if they’re not meant to be together.
If I find out that you ship Mine, I will automatically want to get to know you, and hug you, and take your hand so we can go off and cry over our beautiful, tragic ship together.