#anyways when you first commented on my fic i was like 'i know you!!!'

[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 6!

and what a week it's been... idk about you all, but i'm very much looking forward to all the 8b spec fic after seeing That One Leak...

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading! some might also contain spoilers for season 8.

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

a graveyard in blue | moonlightmornings/@moonlight-mornings | 12.9k | GA

After a call goes south because of limited resources and an equipment malfunction, Eddie's brave move to rescue a young girl takes a nasty turn. i love how this captures the energy and vibe of a rescue!! genuinely feels straight out of an episode <3

and i'd do it over and over again | playinginthunderstorms/@playinginthunderstorms | 4.4k | E

Buck and Eddie hook up at the end of "Confessions". oh when i tell you i savoured this one... such a wonderful fic that captures buddie's first time so so perfectly!! i love how their dynamic is written here <3

everything in between | simplyylupin | 2.1k | T

They’re quiet for a moment, mulling over the unsaid, and then Buck’s bringing his phone closer to his face, eyes squinting. “Are you naked?” the absolute codependency of these two <3 so good!!

hot ghost problems | ebjameston/@ebjameston | 40.9k | T

The ghost would prefer to go by Buck, if Eddie wouldn’t mind. this was a reread! i was reminded of the magic system here and revisited it - can confirm that magic and ghosts and all that are so very good here, and i love the diaz siblings!!

i'll tell them put me back in it (and i would do it again) | paleredheadinascifi | 4.8k| T

Eddie doesn't know how to make his listening history private. Buck doesn't know what to do with the words in front of his eyes. Chris cannot believe he has to deal with either of them. the sheer brilliance of this concept... such a lovely look at the buckley-diaz dynamics! i was smiling the whole way through <3

it's golden, like daylight | rarakiplin/@hoediaz | 8.7k | T

“Shut up,” fingers dig into his ribs, “I mean, would you want to? Be married again?” such wonderful firefam dynamics!! i read this last week, i think, and already reread it this past week as well. a new favourite for sure <3

lonely little love dog | littleghost/@ghostlandtoo | 24k | M

When the 118 is closed for reconstruction after an earthquake, Buck is a floater for different stations around the city. He tries not to let it get to him. Much. this is such a fascinating look at buck's character!! and i LOVED the mara scene <3

parabola | semperama/@semperama | 4.6k | T

“Hey, uh. By the way.” Buck’s been thinking about this, and he has to say it now, or it’ll explode out of him at a much worse time, in a much worse way. “Make sure you don’t forget to change your will again.” truly no fic captures the angst with a happy ending tag like this. also this fic is how i learned that there's a special ao3 tag for eddie's will, which sounds about right. anyway, point is, this is wonderful!!

the last shred of truth in the lost myth of true love | lemonzestywrites/@lemonzestywrites | 25.7k | E

After the events of 6x13, Buck is worried he's lost his charm in bed. Eddie eagerly offers his services to prove otherwise. a reread of one of my favourite fics <3 there's something about the intersection of smut and feelings realisation and introspection in this fic that just hits so very hard, it's lovely <3

the whale fall principle | fastcardotmp3/@fastcardotmp3 | 95.5k | M

Daniel Buckley lives, but he’s still deciding what that means. Maddie is having a baby, but it isn’t her husband’s. And Evan knows his purpose. Until he doesn’t anymore. okay so definitely heed the creator chose not to use archive warnings tag here (there are specific warnings in the chapter notes) but holy shit, this fic. genuinely the best buckley sibling dynamics i have read, like, maybe ever. such a wonderful eddie and chimney and everyone, and such gorgeous writing!! if this one sounds up your alley, you're in for a treat <3

to ebb and flow | akapeterman/@akapeterman | 5.1k | GA

buck is sick, eddie is worried, and christopher is an angel. they'll be okay. i've really been vibing with sickfics lately, can you tell? this is another lovely lovely fic, such great hurt/comfort/domestic fluff!!

wait for me to come home | written_promises | 1.9k | GA

Eddie comes back home to LA from Texas to find Buck waiting for him… in his bed. Because he’s been living in Eddie’s home. and eddie's bed is exactly where buck should be<3 so soft and sweet and beautiful!!

we return to each other in waves | cozycatwriter/@leon-trans-kennedy | 3.1k | GA

“Yes I do. Of course I do. You saved Chris and looked after him the best you could during a tsunami-and you’re still recovering from an embolism from having your leg crushed on the job. The least I could do is look after you and let you stay the night. Besides, Chris would want you to stay.” post-tsunami fics my beloveds <3 it genuinely makes me so happy to see new ones pop up, and this is truly an excellent one!! i love the bed-sharing especially!

you need a friendly hand (and i need action) | AmZamReads | 13.1k | E

Eddie picks up pottery as a hobby and accidentally blows up on Instagram for "accidentally" posting thirst traps of him throwing on the wheel. Buck stumbles across the account and immediately becomes obsessed with Eddie's hands, and horny shenanigans ensues. this fic makes me wish i could make pottery. i love eddie's pottery friends!! and a lovely buddie dynamic too <3

[benz12313]

Delirium Part 3/3 - Ridoc x Reader 🌶️

{Images are not my own}

Summary: You and Ridoc have been dancing around each other for months, just on the cusp of becoming something more. All it takes is a rough week and a bit of liquor to have you become putty in his hands, and he's been dying for the chance to carry you to his bed. [Takes place during Iron Flame]

Warnings: morning after/aftercare, some angst, fluff, happy ending, Ridoc being a sweetheart, nothing particularly explicit, swearing

Part 1/3 - Part 2/3

Authors Note: This final part made my heart ache writing it, but honestly? I absolutely love how it came out. Thanks for showing this mini-series some love! Now that it's over let me know if you'd like to be added to either of my other taglists. I've got two; All Ridoc Fics and my ongoing fic, Surface Tension's. Either message me or comment! Thank you again, it's nice to have my writing shown some love! :)

Word Count: 2,606

Ridoc’s POV

My body ached, and I nearly groaned and stretched, until I felt the weight resting on my arm. Memories from last night crashed through me, blurry and confused due to the alcohol, but when I opened my eyes to confirm them I froze. Y/N was here. She was really fucking here. Looking divine and sleeping like the dead, makeup smeared over her face and my pillows, and head resting peacefully on my arm while she was huddled in the sheets. Good thing too, because there were scattered piles of fucking snow around the room, letting me know just how thoroughly I’d lost my control last night. 

You know… Aotrom’s voice rang through my head, teasing and I fought back a groan at whatever smart-ass statement he was about to make.

“Not now Aotrom.” I snapped and he chuffed, but for once quieted as he felt my quickly rising panic.  

Not because I regretted anything. Fuck no, I would never regret a single thing about what happened last night. But I knew she would. She was the one who’d run away every time things got too real. She was the one who’d be eye-fucking me one minute and then reminding me, painfully, the next minute that we were just friends. Friends who had now crossed that line and…fuck, just how many marks did I leave on the poor girl? 

My eyes washed over her after lifting the sheets gently, and guilt consumed me. Bruises on her hips and ass in the shape of fingertips, bite marks on the top of her perfect fucking breasts and along her neck, hickies covering her from her neck down to her thighs. And gods, her collarbone was deep fucking purple where I remember making my claim on her last night. A moment of particularly eager loss of control where all I could fucking cling to was the thought of making her mine.  

Well fuck. 

I let out a breathy sigh, and gently pulled my arm from beneath her. She didn’t even stir. My heart ached. Sure, I liked fooling around as much as the next rider. Being always on the cusp of death made one eager to enjoy what life they did have, but this was different.

She was different.

I would gladly give it all up for her, to be able to call her mine. To hold her, love her, absolutely fucking worship her like the goddamn princess she is. One more glance over and I decided. If she was gonna run from me anyway, I would at least make sure she was taken care of first.

It was gonna take a little field trip first though. Let’s just hope he was awake. 

Y/N's POV

My muscles ached, my head pounded, everything outside the blankets was freezing, I felt oddly empty, and unconsciousness pulled at me to stay under in it’s tight embrace. Warmth ran along my hips, trying to coax me awake, but I grumbled into the pillows and snuggled deeper, the scent of the unfamiliar bedding soothing me. 

I don’t care who’s bed I was in. They could fucking wait for me to be ready to wake up. 

I don’t know how long I had fallen back into unconsciousness, probably seconds, but when I awoke, warmth and wetness was running along my aching core and I halfheartedly swatted it away. 

“Ngh.” I whined, barely there. 

“Princess, gotta let me clean you up okay?” A soothing voice muttered, carefully being quiet. Voice barely above a husky whisper, mindful of my hangover.

I knew that voice. Shit..I fucking know that voice, much too well. My eyes flew open, luckily the room was dark so I could see without adjusting, but I found him immediately. Ridoc. 

Shit.

Shit.

SHIT. 

He grinned sheepishly up at me, where he was sitting on the end of the bed, wet rag in hand, and cleaning up between my thighs. The events from last night crashed through me, overwhelming me.

How did I actually let this happen? Even with the alcohol?

Fantasies are one thing, fantasies are safe. Fantasies don’t throw wrenches into friendships and throw the easy dynamic of our squad to the fucking wind. Tears pricked my vision, emotion overwhelming me and Ridoc cursed. 

“Shit, Y/N, are you hurt?” I met his panicked gaze and my heart ached. I was full on sobbing now, everything too much. I couldn’t even tell him that no, my body ached (deliciously) but I wasn’t hurt. I’d just ruined fucking everything. No big deal right? I shook my head as that’s all I could manage.

“Hey? Hey? Okay.” He threw the rag to the side before scooping me up and pulling me onto his lap. “I’ve got you. Just let it out. I’m here.” He cradled me tightly, my face buried in his bare chest as I sobbed. His hand threaded through my hair, holding me secure and his other arm wrapped around my back, cradling me gently. I flashed back to how he’d held me last night, just like this, like something breakable as he’d pounded into me. I sobbed harder. 

“I…ruined….everything!” I wailed and he stiffened, but then continued running his fingers along my scalp. 

“No. Princess, shh. Nothing is ruined.” He whispered, voice gentle, and so sure of himself that I had to pull back and examine his face. He was carefully neutral, and so serious that it threw me off, making me stop sobbing immediately. Not a hint of a smirk or playfulness. Nothing. 

I’d only seen him this serious one other time. When we learned that Violet had been lying to us and keeping secrets. He’d been so hurt that she hadn’t trusted us. He ranted for days about it when it was just us. 

“Yes it is-“ I tried and he shook his head, eyes narrowing on me. 

“It’s only ruined if we let it be.” He assured, gulping as I realized he was lightly trembling. Was he…nervous? Scared? He wiped the tears off my face and sighed, like he was trying to get the weight of the world off his chest. “You can walk right out that door now and pretend that nothing happened if that’s what you want. I can handle our friends. No one will say a fucking word if that’s what you need. Just…please…don’t think you’ve ruined anything.”

I opened my mouth and closed it again. Open. Close. Open. Close. What the fuck was I supposed to say to that? Did I want to leave? 

‘…if that’s what you want?’

What the fuck did that mean? My head swam, aching, and not in a good way. 

“What…what do you want?” I asked, voice small. It was a question I’d been wanting to ask for weeks. Months if I was going to really be honest with myself. 

He froze beneath me, as still as the little animal figurines he’d make for me when he was bored. The ones made of permafrost that I’d kept safely tucked away in the back of my wardrobe, the coldest part of my room. I looked up to his face again and he was biting his lip, terror in his gaze. I realized it then.

He hadn’t expected me to ask. That much was obvious. My heart broke as I realized he’d really expected me to run. To throw what happened last night away, chalk it up to a lapse in judgement, and try to forget about it. He hadn’t predicted I’d ask him what he wanted, that I’d care enough to ask. 

But I couldn’t just throw last night away without at least asking him. Sure, it was easily the greatest sex of my life…but it was more than that too. The tender seconds, thrown in amongst intense pleasure? The way it was so mind altering, not because of what he was doing, but because it was him. The way he’d reduced me to absolute, fucking, delirium where all I could comprehend was Ridoc? No. It didn’t matter if my instinct was to run, to forget everything, to laugh it off and ignore our friends teasing until they eventually forgot about it too. 

I knew with aching clarity that I would never be able to. 

I had to stop running from him. 

I had to put myself at his mercy if I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life with the constant question of what could have been. 

He was quiet, until he shook his head lightly, making my heart stop and fear clutched my throat, choking me. “I can’t…”

“I can’t tell you what I want.” His words were whispers as his thumb ran along my jaw, eyes anywhere but meeting my own. His eyes finally found the courage to meet mine and they went soft. “Don’t look at me like that.” He laughed, short and hollow, the sound suspiciously resembling my previous sobs. 

“I can’t tell you because then I’ll never be able to let you go. To let you walk away and protect your heart how you need to. I can’t tell you because then last night was real, not alcohol induced horniness. Not a mistake. Not two friends dancing over the line of being something more.” Frustration creeped into his voice and I clung tighter to him as he fucking glared at me now. “I can’t tell you because I know with fucking certainty that you’re gonna decide to throw me away like everyone else does. And if I let myself be vulnerable for a fucking second it will destroy me Y/N. You will destroy me. So no, I won’t tell you what I want. I’ll wait for you to tell me what it is you want and do whatever I need to with whatever you give me.” 

My heart raced at the painful truth in his words. The following words left my mouth with aching certainty before I could even think them. 

“I want you Ridoc Gamlyn.” He froze, the anger that had crept up gone, and his mouth fell open in shock. I continued, “I can’t pretend. I’m sorry but I can’t. I just…I’m sorry for crying…for scaring you…I just, I woke up and I remembered and I thought that you’d hate me for what we’d done. Or that I’d let feelings get involved and I’d have to watch you just…I don’t know…move to the next pretty face…and I’d have to bitterly watch and pretend to be happy for you…and it would just ruin everything with the squad…and fuck this is all hurting my head too much Ridoc.” Fresh tears streamed down my cheeks and Ridoc sighed. 

A small smile creeped on his face as he wiped away my tears again. “I knew you liked me.” Then his grin was teasing, and my heart lurched.

My Ridoc was back, sitting underneath me, quickly beginning to grin like a fool. Eyes drinking me in so warmly that I had to hide my face in his chest to cover the heat creeping up my cheeks. I squealed in surprise when he suddenly lifted me, and erupted in giggles when he gently plopped me back down on his pillows. 

“Ridocccc.” I groaned, shooting him heatless daggers as he went back to where he’d been between my legs when I’d first woken up. He laughed and picked up a small tub of what looked like some sort of tincture. In fact he had a few different unlabeled containers piled to the side on his bed as well as a fresh set of sweatpants that I recognized as my own. “What are you doing?”

“Taking care of you Princess. After care is important, I know it’s a little…delayed…but I’m still a gentlemen.” He flashed me a grin, before gently tossing a water canister next to me, within reach. “And I feel a little bad, I was a little…eager…to finally get my hands on you.” 

“I remember.” I giggled and he laughed, gesturing with a nod and an absent hand wave to look at myself. I did, my eyes widening before warmth crept between my thighs. Remembering just how good it had felt when he’d made the dozens of marks that now covered my body. My thighs clenched at the memory and he laughed, lighthearted, despite the satisfied smirk on his face. 

“You should see your neck, if you think that's bad.” He chuckled, before opening the little tub in his hands. “Drink your water. Bodhi leant me this bruise cream-“

“Bodhi? Why does Bodhi have bruise cream laying about?” I asked incredulously and his ears turned light pink. 

“Dude’s into some kinky shit…anyway-“

“Why do you know that?!” I asked and Ridoc sighed, looking anywhere but my face as he began rubbing the cream on my skin, and I couldn’t help but relax at the soothing warmth. 

“Just drink your water woman. Goddamn…too early for so many questions.” I hummed in response to his embarrassed mutters, but my throat was scratchy and water sounded amazing. 

So I sipped the water, as Ridoc gently massaged the tincture into my skin. I relished in his touch and then he was slipping a fresh pair of panties and the pants onto my hips. Then he moved upwards, straddling my waist as he applied more tincture.

We didn’t speak, didn’t really need to, as I watched him with affection in my gaze. He’d gently kiss over some marks, soothing almost as well as the tincture would. When he was finished he slipped one of his own shirts over my shoulders, the fabric soft, and practically drowning me in its size. It smelled so much like him though that I couldn’t complain. 

And then he was cleaning off my makeup after grabbing another container, that I finally recognized as my cleanser. He didn’t stop there though, applying my moisturizer and spf as well, nearly bringing tears to my eyes as my chest filled with emotion. He handed me a muffin without a word; blueberry and dusted with sugar on top, my favorite, before sitting me up and beginning to gently comb through my hair. He pulled it into a haphazard ponytail before slipping out from behind me as I munched on the muffin, thankful that the churning that had begun in my stomach lessened. He then moved around me, grabbed my boots, and sank to his knees in front of me, making my heart race. 

“We going somewhere?” I asked softly and he nodded, a pout covering his lips. 

“As much as I’d like to keep you locked in here all day, doing everything that I’m now allowed to do to you…” His gaze heated for a moment before he gave me a single peck on the lips, sighing sadly, “Our friends haven’t seen us since last night, its nearly lunch hour, and you need something more than a muffin to get your energy back.” 

I whined, wanting his lips back and he chuckled, giving in and giving me one more chaste kiss before working on my boots. Slipping socks on, then tugging the boots on and deftly tying the laces. Then he was off me completely, and pulling his own shirt on, much to my dismay. 

“If we have to.” I pouted as I stood, immediately falling back down again. The ache between my thighs catching me off guard and causing Ridoc to laugh. “What did you do to me?!”

“Don’t worry Y/N,” He teased, pulling me up into his arms. “I’ve got you."

@xadenswhore @littlemissmelodie @jobroho @the-lake-is-calling - I hope I got everyone, if I missed you I'm sorry!

[lovelynim]

Vidyadhara's preferences

Honkai Star Rail - Caelus x Dan Heng

Collab with @otomiyaa

A/N: I'm sooo excited to announce that I could count on no other than @otomiyaa herself for this little project - in case you guys don't know where this came from

It was really fun to write this fic and I just want to thank Ginny for accepting my request. Hope I get the chance to repeat the dose again some other time, heheh ~

Summary: Did you know that the vidyadhara prefer cooler waters over hot baths? As for Caelus, not so much.

Word count: 2727 words nice

Pressing his eyes close, Caelus let out a soft groan as he woke up. What time was it, anyway? He was still struggling to understand the passage of time of the people from Okhema. Even the people inside Herta’s Space Station had nights and days, how come the people in here didn’t invent a better way to tell the hours apart?

Caelus brought his hand up to his face, rubbing the corners of his eyes to try to get rid of the drowsiness from his sleep. “Hnngh.. ahh ~” He gasped softly, sitting up and stretching his arms high above his head.

“Good morning, Caelus.”

The familiar voice coming from the other side of the room made his eyes open wide. Caelus looked around, his eyes quickly spotting Dan Heng’s figure, sitting inside the bath, all naked and- wait, naked?!

“D-Dan Heng- caham, you, ahm, did you wake up early?” Caelus ratched his cheek with his index finger, feeling a bit of heat under his digit while his eyes battled to not stare at Dan Heng’s bare silhouette like a hungry beast glaring at its prey.

Dan Heng smiled slightly, turning around to look at Caelus and leaning on the border of the bath. “I can’t tell. There was some noise outside when I got up, but I’m not sure if it’s the bath house’s workers or if it's open to visitors.”

“Right- ahm, d-did you-”

“No, I was waiting for you to eat something. I figured it wouldn’t be a good idea to have a meal by myself - or just with the company of the Heirs,” Dan Heng explained, leaning his head on his hand.

The clear water didn’t exactly do a good job covering Dan Heng’s body, neither did the small soapy bubbles floating around. Caelus wasn’t exactly the one to get shy - in fact, between them, he was the one to usually make the first move whenever they were at it - but being greeted with a naked man first thing in the morning definitely caught him off guard.

“Ehh? ~ Is it?” Caelus grinned, pushing himself up from his ‘bed’ and already tugging at the hem of his white tank top, taking it off in a swift move, “can I join you? A nice bath sounds like a good way to start the day ~”

“Got it,” Caelus coughed, trying to keep himself composed, “then, are you waiting for long?”

“Not really,” Dan Heng muttered, turning back around and sinking a little into the water, lifting his hand from under the water and letting it drip down his arm, “I decided to take a bath shortly after I got up, it must’ve been just a couple minutes I’m here… I must admit the water is, indeed, as relaxing as Aglaea promised it to be.”

“Be my guest,” Dan Heng replied quietly, resting his head back on the border of the bath.

Eager to join, Caelus noted Dan Heng’s subtle stare when he stripped his lower half as well and left the garments in a messy heap on the floor. However, without commenting, Dan Heng calmly watched Caelus as he dropped himself into the water right beside him.

A quick action he regretted very soon.

“AYEHH!” Caelus screeched at the sudden cold. The water was freezing! His yell still echoed through the room as he slowly turned his head to shoot Dan Heng a horrified look. Dan Heng calmly stared back.

“Is something wrong?” 

Pffft! “O-o-obviously! Why so c-cold?!” He would’ve jumped out immediately, but he found himself frozen, literally, as if an invisible force kept him trapped here in the bath next to his lover.

Dan Heng scooped some water up and eyed him quietly. “It’s not that cold.” 

Caelus couldn’t believe him. He sat down and crossed his arms over his chest, his whole body shivering. Scooting closer against Dan Heng, he pouted and tried to breathe in and out, trying to get used to the temperature. 

“Y-you’re right. It’s - f-freezing,” he whined. 

Dan Heng shook his head. “You’re exaggerating.” 

It definitely felt better when Caelus was pressed against Dan Heng whose body felt warmer than the icy cold water, but it didn’t stop him from shivering. Goosebumps were all over his body, and he leaned even closer against Dan Heng.

“Dan Heng~” he whined. He just couldn’t get used to it. He was pleased when Dan Heng finally responded by wrapping his arm around his shoulder, welcoming the cuddle.

“It’s really not that cold,” Dan Heng chuckled. 

Caelus rubbed against him. “It is. But I can handle it if you warm me up.”

“I’m already warming you up.” It indeed felt better with Dan Heng’s arm around him, but Caelus didn’t feel warm enough yet. 

“I n-need to get warmer,” he answered huskily, hoping to have the other to read between the lines of his actions. ‘Take the lead, dummy’, he repeated inside his head, pouting on the outside.

“It will no longer be a good bath if the water gets any hotter,” Dan Heng explained, his eyes staring at nothing as he rubbed Caelus’s shoulder with his thumb. “The water is perfect as it is right now.”

Tsk, for someone that smart, he was surely dense when it was convenient. Caelus rested his head on Dan Heng’s shoulder - refusing to unwrap his arms from around his own body. He could feel the cold piercing his skin, each new inch of skin soaked in that thing - that could be described as ‘liquid ice’ instead of water - making him shiver and tense up all over again.

Well, guess it was on him for trying to get steamy at his dragon boyfriend’s cold bath. Still, would it kill him to be a little romantic?!

“L-Lizards are supposed to like basking in t-t-the sun and things to warm their cold blood, not this,” Caelus tried to sound upset and make his scolding convincing, but his shivering jaw would barely allow him to speak.

Still, those words were clear enough to get into Dan Heng’s nerves. “‘Lizards’?” Dan Heng repeated, scooping some of the water with the bathing spoon and pouring it on Caelus' back, making him screech.

“D-D-DON’T DO THAT!” Caelus cried, arching closer to Dan Heng’s body.

“Hm? I just figured you’d need some help to clean yourself since you’re still getting used to the water,” he explained, barely bothering to hide the mischief as he settled the spoon away and wrapped his arm around Caelus’ body again.

“I-I told you to w-warm me up, not to mAHah- D-Dan Heng!”

It took Dan Heng a single poke against Caelus’ upper ribs to stop his complaints. He grinned, looking at Caelus with the corner of his eyes as he tapped the same spot again, teasing the other since he was ‘too cold’ to fight back anyway. 

“Yes?” He feigned ignorance, his finger tracing down from Caelus’ ribs to his side, leaving a trace of goosebumps and cold water on his skin. “Is there another problem besides the water?”

“D-d-don’t do t-that either,” Caelus hissed. He felt his face getting red instead of pale. There was a mischievous glint in Dan Heng’s eyes, and he recognized that look.

“Don’t what?” he asked. Caelus refused to say it, to fall for such a lame joke, but he didn’t need to. Suddenly Dan Heng’s finger tracing his side was joined by his four other fingers and they started to dance playfully up and down, tickling him effectively. 

To think a body could feel so cold and so frozen, but still be this ticklish. “AHHhah Dan Heheheng nohoho!” he whined dramatically. He tried to pull back, but Dan Heng grabbed him and held him tightly while continuing to tickle him.

“What’s wrong? I’m warming you up like you asked.” Well, Caelus couldn’t deny that. The way he was suddenly laughing by force, his body pressed against Dan Heng and with this strange tingly feeling rushing right through him, he was definitely feeling a little warmer than earlier.

Still, this was bad.

Caelus couldn’t help but to squirm, kicking and splashing the water around them. He wanted to run from the tickles and avoid that devious hand torturing his poor, cold side, but that would also mean he needed to crawl away and sit amidst the freezing water again, away from the slightly warm haven he just began to create.

“Thahat’s so unfahair!” Caelus giggled and cried, both at the same time. He held onto Dan Heng’s free hand with both of his, too stunned by the cold to do anything but to take the tickling. “Y-your- AhAHA, yohohour hand is cohohold too!~”

“I wonder why,” Dan Heng mocked, smiling along with his shivering boyfriend as he clawed a bit lower, dragging his nails around the curve of Caelus’s waist and up towards his back. Of course, he also needed to make sure Caelus was enjoying the bath to the fullest. “The more you avoid the water, the longer it will take for you to get used to it.”

“B-but ihihit’s cohohOHOLD!” Caelus gasped, not even sure of how he should react when Dan Heng suddenly shifted his attention back to his waist. “L-lehehet me o-out! H-hahHa, I-I dohohon’t want to bahath anymohore!”

Despite not having a proper answer - only managing to get some soft, quiet chuckles from Dan Heng - Caelus knew he wouldn’t be getting anywhere until Dan Heng said so. 

Ticklish. Cold. Ticklish, then cold again. His nerves flicked between both stimuli like a switch, leaving Caelus laughing like a dork in Cold Dragon Young’s embrace. As cruel as Dan Heng could be (according to Caelus’ records of this story), there was no denying in how he was, indeed, becoming more comfortable and used to the bath’s temperature as each second passed them by.

Warmth started flowing through his body again, starting from his chest and spreading through his limbs. While he continued to laugh and squirm in Dan Heng’s embrace, Caelus tried to move his arms, and when he noticed he was getting control back over his body in the freezing water, he immediately acted.

“I can see you’re warming up a bit. See? It does help when I’mー” Dan Heng did not get to finish whatever smug comment he was about to make. Before he could realize it, Caelus caught the hand that was still tickling him mercilessly and stopped it on its tracks. Uh oh. “Cael–”

Caelus tightened the grip around Dan Heng’s wrist, making sure those fingers weren’t coming back anywhere near his body anytime soon and using his returning strength to block that tickle attack. “Yeah, it was really helpful,” he sighed, taking a deep breath to let the air back into his lungs, his breathing still a bit erratic after the ticklish assault, “I think it’s only fair I return the favor”.

“But,” Dan Heng hissed nervously, trying to pull his hand free, “the water is perfect to me, I don’t need help with it.”

Flashing a playful, mischievous grin, Caelus pulled Dan Heng’s hand and dragged him closer. In a matter of seconds, he turned around and got himself on top of the other’s lap, his hand latched just above Dan Heng’s hip, digging his thumb in and rubbing circles on the tender (and cold) spot. “Then maybe help you bath should make us even, right?”

“Y-you’re nohot hehelping at ahall!” Caelus smiled to hear Dan Heng’s restrained giggles as he continued to touch him just lightly, rubbing and stroking his hip and moving up slowly. He wasn’t even really tickling him yet, but the soft touch and anticipation alone were enough to make the usually cool Dan Heng already react this way.

“Oh, but I’m going to,” Caelus sang. Dan Heng jolted as soon as he dug his fingers in, just slightly, but enough for it to tickle so much that water splashed all around them because of Dan Heng’s strong reaction. A water drip rolled down Caelus’s cheek and he cocked his head, a smirk stretching his lips when he noted Dan Heng’s cute, flustered expression.

Caelus felt a shiver slide down his back with the sound of that giggly cry. Part of him actually wanted to go a little harder and have Dan Heng cackling like an idiot for a change, but there was something so charming about this quiet laughter, the contained mirth and the held back gasps that Caelus couldn’t bring himself to go over it - at least, not now.

“Don’t you dare,” Dan Heng warned, trying to sound strict and firm, and Caelus admired his attempts. He would have to remind him later that he started it, but first… He dug his fingers into Dan Heng’s lower side again, wiggling his fingers up and down while he rubbed his palm against his cold skin in some sort of wannabe washing-movement. “N-nononohohho, Cahahaelus!”

He was nearly laying on top of Dan Heng while tickling him, trapping his boyfriend under his own weight while letting his fingers do the dirt - or, better saying, “cleaning” work. “I can’t get my job here done if your hands keep getting in the way, Dan Heng,” Caelus teased, prodding at the spot just below the other’s ribs.

“Yohou a-are not suppohohosed to be dohohoing this!” Dan Heng insisted, did he really think he could argue his way out of this? To appeal to Caelus’ reason and convince him that there was no need for tickles in their bath?

“Right,” Caelus rolled his eyes, his hands stopping and laying flat on top of Dan Heng’s waving chest. “I won’t get you clean like this… where did they leave the brushes-”

“!!!”

Caelus loved that adorable twitch and surprised reaction from Dan Heng when he managed to grab one of the nearby brushes. He could already tell this was going to be good.

“I-I’m seherious, Caelus…” he whispered huskily, his laughter still visible on his face as he gaped at Caelus and tried to reach for one of his hands.

Smirking, Caelus caught Dan Heng’s arm and yanked it to the side so he could drag the brush up and down his armpit. Now that did the cleaning job better, and it didn’t seem to tickle him any less, heh.

“CahAHahaelus!” Dan Heng screeched, his laughter almost going as loud as a dragon’s roar. He kicked his feet behind Caelus, splashing the water and causing ripples to go all around the once peaceful bath.

Working on his ticklish boyfriend, Caelus had long forgotten about the cold temperature of the water. He now only felt warmth. Warmth and pure enjoyment, and his body was still tingling, not because of the tickling earlier, but because of Dan Heng’s sweet pleasant giggles. 

Well, could he really help it? Dan Heng himself started it himself after all. 

Speaking of him, it was only when Dan Heng’s free hand landed on Caelus’ face that the trailblazer snapped back to his senses. The skin under his boyfriend’s skin was starting to look as flushed as his cheeks, but Caelus couldn’t really feel bad for it when his eyes quickly spotted the large, breathless smile on Dan Heng’s face.

“T-thahank you…,” Dan Heng sighed, his chest waving as his lungs tried to work for the lack of air. He looked so beautifully wrecked that Caelus couldn’t help but to blush a bit at the sight.

“You look like you’re about to go into your next incarnation,” Caelus joked, loosing the grip he had around Dan Heng’s arm. “And that was just half of my cleaning serv- pfftt,” he giggled, unable to hold back his reaction was Dan Heng stared at him completely frightened at the idea of going through that again.

“Fine, you can do the rest yourself,” Caelus hummed, tossing the brush over his shoulder and dropping himself on top of Dan Heng, resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “You were right, Dan Heng…”

“Hm?” Dan Heng arched an eyebrow, hesitating for a moment before resting his body on the bath’s border and wrapping his arms around Caelus’ shoulders, “about what, exactly?”

“A cold bath can be quite comforting… once you get used to the water, I mean.” Caelus smiled, kissing and nuzzling Dan Heng’s cheek. “We should do this more often.”

“Thanks to you, the water isn’t remotely close to ideal, but… yes, let’s make this a habit while we are here.”

[messrsrarchives]

Hello! I adore your blog and your yaps so much I’ve been following you for a few months now and I first wanted to tell you that you do so much good! So, a huge thanks to you for using your platform for trans topics/Palestine/as well as fandom etiquette/awareness and for just being amazing!

All things aside though, I do have a question! I was wondering what your opinion on @the-dead-gay-oscars was. I stumbled upon it recently and felt kind of an icky feeling about it, because it just feels like another way of comparing fanfic to mainstream media when fanfic isn’t really meant to be like that? It’s also putting a bunch of fanfic out there for people to vote on/critique publicly, and I cant find whether or not the fanfic writers are asked for permission for their fics to be included in such an event- especially when I know a lot of people have boundaries over that kind of thing. I just wonder if it brings back that almost expectation for fanfiction to be like published modern literature/movies. I doubt anyone had the intention for it to be like that but I just don’t really like it?

Idk, it just left me feeling weird about the whole thing, but maybe I’m being over dramatic and critical over something meant to be fun, which could totally be the case. 😅

Anyways, thank you so much for what you do! Have a nice day!

hiii !! first of all!!! thank youuu 😖😖🫂🫂

and yeah,,, not a fan. idk if this mention tags them and if it does, sorry!!! just some gentle opinions 😖

idk like,, "best" categories in fandom really ick me out. and i think it can be very discouraging to others? like how does the voting work? do they select nominations and then others vote?

oh you've said they do! so yes, then it turns into "oh my work wasnt as good as the one that won" etc etc - i just think there's better ways to show appreciation than creating more pedestals in a fandom that already has a massive issue with idolisation, imposter syndrome, etc etc

and whether the authors are asked permission or not is irrelevant to me (actually,, probably worse if they are and agree in my mind)

idk. good concept, poor execution that i personally think is just discouraging and competitive when this space is for everyyyyyyone to create and enjoy without worrying whether you're better than someone else or the "best" etc etc. and yes, 100% brings expectations.

i get it was for appreciation, but i dislike the notion when really you could just comment on a fic and say you liked it, and then make a post recommending it, or rec it to your friends etc etc. you know??

we don't need awards and competition, we need community and an encouraging space where everyone feels confident to engage and write and draw and edit and do whatever it is that they do without worrying about whether they're the best at it or if they're as good as someone else

unless i get best rant poster. then it's okay. (I'M KIDDING THAT WAS A /J. THAT WAS A JOKE.)

[ghostie-gengar]

Hello, hello!

This isn't really an ask, but I just wanted to say that I'm really enjoying Unova Under Siege! Your writing flows really well, and I'm quite curious about Grimsley’s involvement (and Colress', for that matter).

I'm also wondering where you'll take the Grimsley/Colress pairing (since it's in the tags), but I should just be patient and wait. XD

My rambling aside, you probably know me better as the person who chatters in the comment section of the fic.

I guess you could say this "ask" is my rather unorthodox way of saying 'hello'!

omg hello thank you!!! :) i believe i recognize you from a grimsley/colress fic i read where grims was a vampire (which i adored btw)

anyways yes colress and grimley are a thing in unova under siege! but i do want to apologize to the falsepretenses truthers because they don't get a happy ending :( (the antigrav nation gets crumbs though sorrynotsorry) BUT in the meantime most of grimsley and colress' interactions are sweet little couple things mixed with the deadly mischief that comes with being in team plasma

anyways hello and thank you for the ask! here's a very quick and very shitty drawing of grimsley and colress

[dandelion-roots]

[ID: a series of drawings featuring Riz Gukgak from D20 Fantasy High. In the first, Pok holds Riz's shoulders in heaven as says, smiling, when you work until the dead of night, your friends know you do it because you love them. In the second, Riz is having a group hug with his party and the text reads, but is it really love that drives you, Riz Gukgak... In the next, a desperate, pleading Riz clutches the shoulder of an indifferent, faceless person and the text continues, ...or is it fear? In the fourth, Riz is younger and digging through crystals with bleeding hands; the text reads, what use are you when you can no longer dig. In the fifth, Kalina, shrouded in darkness with only her eyes glowing, reaches towards the camera with a smile; the text reads, when you're too scared to think. Sixth, Riz is filling out Fig and Kristen's papers under the light of a lamp, serious and tired; the text reads, when you're too tired to work. Seventh, Riz is lying in bed, eyes hidden behind hair, hand on his father's picture; the text reads, too sad to keep the mood up. Eighth, Baron stares into the camera; the text reads, too lonely, too insecure, too weird. Ninth, Baron is holding a defeated Riz by the throat; the text reads, to keep moving? Tenth, Riz is standing in the distance, holding his briefcase, and behind him is a football/soccer ball; the text reads, what use is a ball that can no longer roll? The last drawing just says none in brackets on a dark background. End ID]

[skrunksthatwunk]

idk if i've discussed it before (i have certainly THOUGHT about it) but someone on my kuwa suffering ep 89 comp mentioned it and i just had to go off about it like. ok. sensui tells yusuke something along the lines of "you heard itsuki" when itsuki's inside the uraotoko, implying that not only can sensui hear those inside the uraotoko, but that he expects yusuke to be able to as well. which means that yusuke Almost Certainly Heard And Kind Of Ignored kuwabara's prolonged mental breakdown and wailing about how much he needs yusuke to live etc. which. guHHH i hate him yusuke you ass but also listen.

the only acknowledgement yusuke gives to this (if any) is when he says something like "sensui you're sooo fucking cooked this plan's going perfectly (my friends are going to get strong and kill you when i die)." he's trash talking to sensui, ignoring the others because, i think, he doesn't want to acknowledge what he's doing to them.

yusuke is explicitly recreating the experience he had with kuwabara's "death" at the hands of toguro, complete with the announcement of intent (and power) to kill, the inability to impede the threat in any way (barring a power-breakthrough), and the target in some way racing towards/volunteering for their death. yusuke learns through doing, and through tough love-style approaches. it's only effective if it hurts. watching kuwabara die like that was devastating to yusuke, but it sure as hell fucking worked. he beat toguro because of that maneuver. so even if he has to (re-)traumatize his friends in the process, this method will make his friends stronger, and he feels confident in that. but he never had to live with the consequences of kuwabara's death, not really. that's something hiei makes clear before they enter the cave as well, that there are no fake-outs ready to make him or anyone else stronger. the only deaths here will be real. the only power gained will come at a high, permanent cost. hiei's warning is an attempt to keep everyone alive, to keep yusuke from being stupid. and then yusuke decides to take that fatality into his own hands, but it's kind of his friends who would pay the price. he's going to make them live through the days, months, years without him, the actual permanency of loss (assuming they survive for that long), something he never experienced with kuwabara (a new facet of that traumatic scenario), AND he's escaping the emotional fallout of this choice through death. he doesn't have to see them mourn, won't get yelled at, won't watch them fail to move on. he's tapping out and choosing to believe they'll be fine.

but i think he feels guilty. just a little. i mean, yusuke couldn't even believe that people cared about him enough to want him alive in episode one. he's staked everything on his friends, which means he still kind of... doesn't value his own life, at least not compared to theirs. but he believes his friends love him and want him around, and we know that because he has to, or else he wouldn't make a plan that depends entirely on that love. he is actively leveraging the care he doesn't think he deserves, trying to hurt them in a way he is intimately familiar with (only worse), for.... what, exactly?

this is kind of my sticking point tbh. i don't think the answer is... super clear, but let's start with what it's not.

yusuke is not doing this because it is the most practical way to save all of humanity; that would be the mafukan, which he stopped. it could be a gamble to save all of his friends? the mafukan strategy would guarantee koenma's death/eternal imprisonment, whereas this strategy gambles all of humanity on the chance that his friends come out of the Easy Break Oven strong enough to avert the end of the world. if the sacrifice of even one friend is completely intolerable, perhaps he'd accept those slim odds and their steep consequences. yusuke tends to take risks like that, especially when he's got fight-induced tunnel vision. he doesn't think things through too much; his schemes are usually dependent on surprising his enemy enough to oneshot them. truthfully, i think this is the closest we'll get to an answer, and it's a more conventional one for this kind of story. but there is another layer i haven't been able to get from my mind.

i think yusuke is gifting each of his friends an honorable warrior's death.

so, in case it needs saying, yusuke, kuwabara, kurama, and hiei all (at least once, if not several times) exhibit a desire to die in combat in a way they deem noble to give their lives purpose (usually by self-sacrifice, but sometimes by another metric of honor, like hiei's duel with shigure and his desire to die in mutual defeat against an evenly matched opponent; or even kurama's decision to fight shigure in his human form, displaying a sort of passive suicidality via placing being true to himself in this (somewhat symbolic/inconsequential) way over survival). they need to make their lives count for something, because they feel guilty for being alive (kurama and hiei feel guilty for their past actions (hiei's is most evident in his distance from yukina, though that's not its primary reason), hiei, kuwabara, and yusuke have all been ostracized and made to feel like burdens on/unwanted by their caregivers and general society; all four of them have felt profound isolation even from their loved ones (yusuke and hiei are rather obvious; kurama can never tell his mother about the majority of his life nor what she truly means to him in the context of it; and kuwabara is separated from his peers for his spiritual awareness and his "stupidity" (plus his parents aren't around? and he is Desperate to define manhood/manliness through a broader pop cultural one which includes the warrior sacrifice thing bc he has no male role models BUT that's for another post) (i will admit kuwa's the most tenuous one here irt isolation)). they want to die for a cause so badly it's actually physically painful to me. it is passive suicidality, and they define their lives and identities by their relation to, engagement with, and skill at doing violence, etc. they live to die by the sword. anyway. nobody talks about it but i think it's very important to understanding what yusuke's doing here.

because i think he knows that about himself and his friends. they're kindred spirits. at the very least he knows this about kuwabara, who literally made a speech about this before diving into toguro's fingers In The Event That He Is Recreating Explicitly. he is dying nobly like they all want to on the chance that they'll get to break out and fight sensui rather than dying without even getting to take a swing. it's about his pride and theirs. but i don't think yusuke necessarily believes they'll win. he knows better than anyone how strong sensui is, and how wide the gap is between sensui and team urameshi. his stated position that humanity is doomed and that he doesn't care about its fate is, i think, not completely genuine, but if we take it at face value, he's not killing himself so that his friends can survive the end of the world. something's going to come around and kill them eventually. he's doing it so they can survive long enough to fight sensui. he needs them (specifically kuwabara) to be strong enough to free themselves to begin round two. but he's given up on their side winning, on humanity surviving, on his own victory---why should he think his friends are capable of winning? this could be another case of yusuke's fight-blinders. it could be another gamble, more blind faith put in his friends. but honestly it reads more to me that yusuke's giving them a chance to die together on the battlefield. them winning would be great, but it's not his goal. it's a pipe dream.

he knows he's going to be killed. they're probably going to be killed, too. but to make it so they last a little longer against sensui, to make the odds a little more even, so they are killed not like livestock, but like worthy fighters, he'd die a little faster. it's the best kind of death someone like them can have; and he'll deprive himself of it just to make their ends a little sweeter. even if the road to that is far more bitter.

but it's not like yusuke's friends know what he's thinking or agree to it, and he can't exactly make his case for it in the moment. he's making that choice for them. whatever his intentions, whatever odds he thinks they have of beating sensui, he's kind of sealing all of their fates. so how the hell is he supposed to acknowledge kuwabara screaming at him not to die, trying desperately to express what yusuke means to him in what could be their final moments together? this plan is going to hurt his friends terribly. it is already doing so, and he can hear it. his choices to stop koenma from using the mafukan and to die for his friends' strength are both selfish in some way, no matter how you read the scene. if yusuke comforts kuwabara, he might not get strong enough. if he twists the knife, well... how could he forgive himself? and either way by responding he would have to face them all and say yes, i'm doing this regardless of your feelings (with the intention of hurting you). so i think he does what he often does. he avoids it. he lets that emotion glance off him and his bravado and his one-liners so he doesn't have to deal with the fact that he's hurting people, that he's scared and guilty and unsure of himself. that he's about to die again, about to put kuwabara through the grief he saw at his wake again, only worse; about to put his quieter friends through something similar.

yusuke is confronted with the responsibility one has to the people who care for them, and he runs from it in an attempt to give them some small peace. just like when he died before and thought hey, at least my mom and keiko won't be burdened by me anymore. because the only thing he can really do for them is die.

[nekrosmos]

Hey, bud. Try not to get down on your art. It's beautiful. With "interactions", there really is no predicting it. I can spend hours on a fic and it'll get no attention at all, and then rattle off a sleepy "lol my partner is an idiot"-based post and it'll crowd my notifications. Your work is loved and appreciated by your lil community, as are you.

Jack !!! I knooooow, you're absolutely right, the internet works in mysterious ways and focusing on interactions is dumb but man is my brain struggling to understand that. The worst part is when I start doubting a piece that I love because it's not getting a lot of attention, like yikes. Brb gonna go fight my brain in an empty parking lot until it gets the message or something

But for real I truly appreciate the reassurance and how genuinely supportive everyone is in this community. Thank you bud <3

[eebie]

i will always be a little smug about being all over spot before the movie even came out Before the trailers even dropped When he was just a teaser poster and an actor namedrop… spot superfans rise….

[tavina-writes]

Yes it's a response to your last poll reblogged... I try to not care about kudos and comments but it's hard

AH

sorry nonny my reading comprehension rn is like -50% due to being distracted at all times by the show dropping tomorrow morning, but like, I think it's a matter of like, not necessarily not caring about kudos and comments and such because like, these are nice things to have! We are wired to like it when people go "I LIKE THIS!" about stuff that we make. Why would a person stop caring about that? That seems counter intuitive to me.

But more like, getting stuck on a toxic spiral of "I am creating this so someone will tell me that they like it" -> "I am sad because no one has told me they like it yet" is perhaps, not the greatest use of emotional bandwidth or time.

Also I've seen this happen and like, there comes a point in this spiral where even the biggest numbers imaginable will not fulfill a person who's stuck in this spiral. Think thousands of comments, four or five digit kudos counts, dozens of comments per chapter. None of it actually fulfilled them. They spent so much time obsessing over when to drop a chapter to get the maximum amount of "engagement" that it really sucked all the joy out of like, even getting comments at all. Or writing. Which sucked!

I'm a big proponent of hoarding those good feelings you have about your own work whenever you can, and not letting those good feelings be dictated by stuff you can't control, like other people reacting to it in some way, which is yes, easier said than done.

Overall, sending you a hug Nonny, because I think we all get this way sometimes.

[vivi-scera]

girl what yoshiden fic is your favorite? i need recs.

anon you're lucky i'm in a magnanimous nicey mood, i was gonna gatekeep this fic till the end of time but here. i think there was a point in time where i would read this every single day just to study the writing... definitely one of the strangest things i've ever read. it feels exactly like a fever dream. the deep mundane insanity of an all-consuming crush... the author is so amazingly skilled and they have a few other fics i absolutely adore including this other yoshiden fic which is really more of a denji character study than it is a ship fic.

i've read other things in their tag and enjoyed them enough though not enough to recommend. once i'm in a yoshiden mood again i'll go through more of the tag. if you happen to read doujin, i highly suggest you read this one. though fair warning i'm super into eroguro type manga/doujin so if you get squicked out easily i'd skip it <3

[alarming-prism]

there is truly something in the air abt getting my first hate comment on breaking patterns/mending threads two years after i finished writing it, and that it happens to be during one of the worst periods of my life

[miabrown007]

a minute of silence to my skills to estimate how long a project is ever going to take

[bejeweledmp3]

tell me why i'm considering opening the doc and writing fanfiction during my lunch break. ON MY PHONE

[amiharana]

7, 22, 27, and 38 for the writing ask game, if you don't mind! :D

(ask game from here)

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

best part about writing is i can just write the most self-indulgent shit ever and then i read it back later and i'm like hell yeah this is exactly what i'm looking for! i'm not kidding i frequently go back through all my documents rereading all the concepting i wrote like it's a little bedtime story. no one can scratch my brainworms better than me fr! ☝️😀

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

mm i'm fairly okay about the organization of my writing stuff. after i got my first laptop, all of my writing has been on computers and kept in my google drive. i'm actually considering making another account to transfer all my stuff over so my personal google acc has more space kasjdfkjsdj

i love making so many folders and color coding in there though. i'm planning on retitling all my fic document stuff in a certain way to make it easier to find them, but i don't know what way works for me yet. there a quite a few documents that are out of place because it's either there's not enough of the same-fandom documents to make a folder or i just don't know how i wanna organize it yet. reorganizing is a process i have not had a time for recently hehe

if you're talking about actual writing, i have a couple fics where i make a separate document for the outline i wrote and switch between the outline and the draft, e.g. my docs "[revalink] crystal snow draft" vs "[revalink] crystal snow outline". usually i do this because the way i wrote it in the outline conveys the exact emotion or image i want and use that as a reference while i write the draft. also it's just fun to see my own brain on display! otherwise i keep one huge document for each ship where i braindump my ideas onto, e.g. my doc "_revalink concept reservoir" and then just add headers/outline in the document. the revalink concept document is currently 80 pages long LMFAOKDJFDJK but it's a bit messy at the moment bc i've been copy pasting a lot of stuff in there

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

hmm of the fics i've properly finished and uploaded, i don't think i've ever actually been stressed writing a character KDFHKDJFD i've mostly written soft cute self-indulgent stuff so it's not too difficult to write them being soft.

i guess what i'll say instead is i actually had a difficult time in general writing the 'like crazy' fic. most of the premise and style of the fic was something i had a hard time conveying, particularly writing link's character in that first half. i try to get in the heads of my characters when i write and figure out what they would do and why they would do it based on what i know about their character. and it was just. really hard to write link in the self-indulgence of what the vibes/lyrical meaning of the song 'like crazy' was while also keeping him within the boundaries of the character i perceive him as.

if anyone else reading this has some time to spare, you can read 'like crazy' here or the link pinned on my blog! it was my revalink week d7 fic hehe 🤍

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

i wish i could tell you something outright insane or outlandish but i can't 😔 my writing process just consists of me laying in bed with my laptop and youtube on my switch hooked to the tv playing videos while i stare at a google doc for a couple minutes until the words come to me, rinse and repeat for as many days as needed until the fic is edited and finalized.

maybe the weirdest thing i've done while writing was either laying down on my side in bed like. semi-fetal position but arranging myself in a way where i could still type on my laptop, or when i got up to lay down and cuddle on the floor of my room with my dog for a little bit to take a break from writing. sorry for the boring answer 🙏

[casiavium]

as much as it's fun to write and I'm fairly good at it I kind of hate the way when I add any comedy into fic that's the only thing readers focus on :/