#calefaction

[fanarchoslashivist]

They continued the line of teasing all the way into the mudroom of his little house, barely breaking the banter to store Bunny's art supplies and wash up.

Jack, loon that he was, happily flicking water from his fingertips into Bunny's face at a particularly accurate jibe. 

“Want to keep those hands?” Bunny asked him gruffly as he swatted the other with the face towel beside the sink.

“Why? You don't have enough of your own?” Jack snatched the flicked end of the cloth and used it to tug himself into Bunny's space. “Thought you could make six of them, last I counted.”

“Could always use a new pair.” Not letting Jack win ground Bunny allowed him to crowd in close, assured that it wouldn't take long before that flirty bravado gave out and Jack realized just how little space he had left himself. 

“What could you possibly do with my hands you can't do with your own?” Jack laughed, twirling and using the towel to tug Bunny into the kitchen like a dog on a lead, completely missing Bunnymund's amused twitch at the sheer lack of self awareness in that statement.

[daily-spanish-word]

heating la calefacción

It’s a cognate. This is the English word: calefaction n. [ˌkælə’fækʃən] The property of being warming; Synonyms: incalescence. .. but it’s probably easier to think about all the heat in California.

Is there central heating in this building? ¿Hay calefacción central en este edificio?

Picture by Geoffrey Gallaway on Flickr

[veevshmeev]

[alatariel-galadriel]

⭐️

Alright alright alright SO one of my favorite lines in Calefaction isn’t exactly the prettiest when it comes to prose, but I love it nevertheless:  “He wants to file this all away and never think about it again, and he doesn’t ever, ever want to let go.”

That line was my breakthrough for the story. See, Calefaction got stuck in Writer’s Block Hell for ages because the difficult thing about writing an Itafushi story hinging on a conversation about feelings is getting Megumi to talk. He flat-out won’t. He’s allergic to it. He’d rather die.

So in order to have talk about feelings be a legitimate story beat, I had to figure out why he wouldn’t just ice out and avoid the conversation completely. I was honest-to-god drawing flowcharts to try and figure this one out, and then I wrote that line—he doesn’t want to let go—and it all sort of clicked.

Because that’s what kickstarted the tragedy of the two of them, isn’t it? Megumi can’t let Yuuji go, even within minutes of meeting him. He’s the one who advocates for Gojo to spare Yuuji’s life, even though it goes against his morals, because he can’t walk away from this dumbass he just met. Yuuji’s the one he makes exceptions for, over and over again, so while talking about his feelings is unbearable, the alternative just isn’t an option for him.

From there, it was pretty easy to weave that thread throughout the rest of the story, and everything fell into place. The this-is-unbearable-but-the-alternative-is-worse motivation had the potential to be angsty but honestly just made his internal monologue an so much fun. His inner voice is so dry and logical that mixing in Dramatic Teenage Angst™  is hilarious to me specifically. For that exact reason, my second favorite section is “His face burns like he’s a middle-schooler with a stupid crush and honestly. Just shoot him now. Put him down like a sick dog. End his misery,” especially since this kid graduated middle school less than a year ago. It's wonderful.

Overall, this story was so much fun to write and I had a lot of fun answering this. Thanks for the ask!!

[literaryvein-reblogs]

One More List of "Beautiful" Words

to include in your next poem/story

Beneficence - the quality or state or doing or producing good.

Calefaction - the state of being warmed.

Callosity - lack of feeling or capacity for emotion.

Cicatrizant - promoting the healing of a wound or the formation of a cicatrix.

Estivo-autumnal - relating to or occurring in the summer and autumn.

Evagation - a wandering of the mind.

Hamartia - a defect of character : error, guilt, or sin especially of the tragic hero in a literary work.

Imparadise - to make supremely happy, transport with delight or joy.

Impedimenta - things that impede or hinder progress or movement.

Inhesion - the condition of being inherent in something.

Jocoserious - mingling mirth and seriousness.

Lowery - gloomy, lowering.

Malobservation - erroneous observation or interpretation

Mordacious - biting or sharp in manner or style.

Natation - the action or art of swimming.

Pandiculation - a stretching and stiffening especially of the trunk and extremities (as when fatigued and drowsy or after waking from sleep).

Pestiferous - dangerous to society; pernicious.

Satisdiction - the condition of having said enough.

Ugsome - frightful, loathsome.

Unclubbable - having or showing a disinclination for social activity: unsociable.

If any of these words make their way into your next poem/story, please tag me, or leave a link in the replies. I would love to read them!

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[heartmaddie]

MICHAEL KAISER doesn’t remember the first time he told you that he loved you as clearly as he should. The night was uncharacteristically tepid, heat sweltering through thin, linen sheets which danced gracefully through the light breeze of a summer night. Azure eyes exhausted, but not even the heaviest of eyelids could have forced them to close, his gaze was preoccupied devouring you.

The phosphorescence of the moon adorned your skin as breath escaped lungs, your sonnet, dedicated to him. Gentle eyes explored your body, sweat dripping from clean skin onto cotton. If he were an artist, you, in late hours of his sleepless nights, would be his only muse. 

Somnolent fingers traced the ripples which ran through his porcelain fingers, you pulled him impossibly close as calefaction consumed him. It was uncomfortably hot but, he couldn’t fathom letting you go. Maybe it was because, only in your arms, he understood what it meant to be loved.

Michael was anything but religious. Although, that could be argued through how his thumbs ran through your eyelashes so reverently, or how you were his tangible evidence of a gift from God. Everything was seemingly more vivid within your realms, a sound in the near distance, a call from spring. 

Roseate lips pressed against your soft nape, his head aching from the vertigo of overwhelming devotion. He was almost choked from the immensity of his affection, wholeheartedly only for you. It was why he couldn’t help but bury himself under the ease of your chest, his exhalation fluttering against the hairs of your neck as his eyes shut. 

“I love you.” Tender, but awkward were the words uttered from his lips, cerulean clenching shut in only the most vulnerable. Heart poured from his chest and pooled between your fingers, where he was safe. An organ so full, it could barely be called his. He whispered it once again as exhaustion carried him.

He only hoped that you could hear him, through your dreams.

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[sleepyangelkami]

JASON TODD'S MASTERLIST

ONESHOTS

without hesitation play pretend calefaction divulgence indignation

DRABBLES

fade into you

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[fanarchoslashivist]

Well this was a rare treat.

Jack had expected to return to find Bunny right where he'd left him, burrowing his way through a mound of busywork while he waited for the little magic egg tulips to bloom. Instead when he followed the eager pull of his Wind he found his favorite grumpy rabbit all curled up around one of his overly large drawing books and squinting through his cute little glasses at the ruins in front of him.

Jack wondered if Bunny even realized they were still on his face, he only wore them when he was reading or working on the really tiny details of his machines, and scrunching up his eyes out at the crumbling stone wall was going to give him a killer headache.

It was, naturally, in Bunny's best interest for Jack to sweep in and pluck them off of his wide flat nose.

Exchanging them for his lips however was a purely selfish act and one which would bring about a different kind of headache altogether.

"Jack." Bunny said in way of greeting, not shifting a smidge under the sudden weight on his back as Jack settled fully onto his shoulders.

From this close and upside down Jack couldn't see the expression Bunny was making, it was still a bit of a marvel to him that he didn't feel any wiggle of anxiety from that, or the carefully neutral voice. It was at times a chore but he had done his best to stop reading into every minute twitch of Bunny's body language. Besides, beneath the dark slashes of his brows were a pair of beautifully expressive eyes the color of fresh growth on a pine, when the needles were still all feathery and soft and charmingly green, and he was more than happy to look at them.

"Why are you wearing your glasses to paint?" he asked, feeling the quick little twitches of Bunny's nose against his brow.

"Some baking eggs broke down, took a moment to fix them was all." Without looking away from Jack at all he reached his hand to the side and picked something from his bag.

Beside him was a satchel of his supplies, Jack had learned to recognize it during their many trips across the world as Bunny would let him out to blow off all his energy while he painted, and Jack knew from experience that Bunny could pluck exactly what he needed from it without ever looking away from his work. Jack had made a game of trying to hand him the wrong thing once, but it was like he had a kind of sense for his tools. As soon as the item had touched his hand he'd declare "no, not that" and pluck the correct item from wherever in the bag Jack had secreted it. Jack was sure there was some magic to it all.  

"Where's Twiner?"

"Slithered off to play," Jack said of their cute little serpent of a child. Though child was a very generous description for a snake spirit of a trillion year old seed. They had called him any number of silly nicknames as they debated on what his name would actually be, but it had been Bunny's somewhat affectionate complaint about his habit of twinning himself around their arms that had stuck, figuring he could complain to them about it if he grew enough sentience to have an opinion.

So far he had the personality of any other tree sapling, interested only in food, comfort, and whatever curiosities he could fit inside his mouth, but that wasn't unusual for human infants either. Given the growth rate and lifespan of a weeping willow tree Twiner should be aging at a rate similar to humans, and at twelve years old it could be argued he’d never gain human characteristics; but those were all cuttings of cuttings from his failed world tree experimentations, and this was a fully rooted and growing seedling of the parent tree, Aster didn't feel qualified to assume anything based on that.

He could have a spaience completely alien to anything they had encountered before.

"You plan on letting me go anytime soon?" Bunny asked, easily moving his hand across the paper without once looking away from Jack's eyes. Jack was certain he was completely blocking the view, but who knew what kind of tricks the old rabbit could do.

"Not really," he smiled and pressed another kiss against the short fur of Bunny's nose. "Why, am I bothering~ you?"

"I'd like to finish this sketch before something else falls apart on me. Easter is righ-"

"Around the corner, yes you've been saying for days."

"And one day closer every time I say it."

[daily-spanish-word]

heating la calefacción

It’s a cognate. This is the English word: calefaction n. [ˌkælə’fækʃən] The property of being warming; Synonyms: incalescence. .. but it’s probably easier to think about all the heat in California.

Is there central heating in this building? ¿Hay calefacción central en este edificio?

Picture by Geoffrey Gallaway on Flickr

[veevshmeev]

[cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal]

Hey! From the fanfic asks, 4, 6 for Catalyzing with a Breath of Calefaction? And/or 1 and 11 for In Between is Gravity and Bridges Left to Burn? ♥️

Oooh, excellent choices! (Also, man, these titles should be shorter but I'm not gonna shorten them lol)

Catalyzing with a Breath of Calefaction

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

It's hard to pick a single line of dialogue because Catalyzing is written in back and forths. Each line isn't meant to stand on its own, but to rely on the following response to build a sort of network of interaction. It highlights the way Felix and Julian's relationship will develop with time: as an intertwined reliance on each other's strengths.

As such, my favorite dialogue set is probably:

“You can just call me Felix, Detective.”

Mendez gives a little nod, “As you wish. It only feels fair that you call me ‘Julian’ then, Felix.”

Felix shivers a little at the sound of his name in the detective’s accent. He smiles, “That’s hardly a chore.” A sly edge pulls at his lips. "Or maybe 'Jules'? Isn't that what Officer Poname calls you?"

Julian winces, but there's an edge of fondness to the gesture. "If you must."

"Maybe just for special occasions then," Felix concedes.

I particularly like this set because it's a casual establishment of how they interact with each other going forward. There's a lovely sense of give and take, of meeting each other on equal grounds, but also of pushing each other just a little out of their comfort zones while knowing when to stop. It reveals that they will challenge each other while still recognizing their boundaries.

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

This will get a little controversial, but I think what's particularly different of this fic vs my other Wayhaven works is that it establishes why traits that often get Felix/Farah/F relegated to the best friend or little sibling role make for good traits in a romantic partner. My Raine fics do fall prey to that a bit, with Raine seeing Felix as a younger sibling figure due to the loss of his own younger brother, but I like juxtaposing that up against Julian's fics, where Felix is shown not as an immature and lackadaisical character incapable of being in a reliable relationship, but as the type of partner who reminds you to slow down and relax from time to time. The type of partner who reminds you to open up and be yourself and share in your troubles.

In Between is Gravity and Bridges Left to Burn

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

Honestly? I think both Wayhaven and common characterization of Nate/Nat/N is...too polished. And I get why, I do. It's a romance novel and they have an archetype to follow and the Prince Charming archetype is meant to be flawless and without fault. But I find that to be a touch uninteresting.

Besides, I see a lot of symptoms of paranoia and obsessive tendencies in Nate in the original books that I don't think is touched on a lot. I wanted to bring those aspects to the forefront and play with Nate's need for control and meticulous detail. I experience a lot of those same tendencies in my day to day life and it was nice to reflect on those in fiction while also offering Nate a respectful partner/support system to keep him grounded.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

What I like about this fic is honestly what's already present in the books and why I love A/N as a pairing: the deep trust and understanding built from centuries of working together and relying on each other. I loved bringing to the forefront their ability to read between the lines of what they're saying and get to what they're feeling. I love a relationship with deep and sturdy foundation.

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[d-eadeye]

He knew nothing beyond their family name the simplest combination of dual syllables to produce a memorable echo: Ora, like the light or so it reminded him; French in origin, venerable of history as it had been flimsily explained by their liaison. Real blue-bloods, evidently, though he'd never mingled much with 'em. Dirty cowpokes belonged far from the perfumed purlieus of sovereignty, @petitsdieu, 𐚁.

The warmth of the French Countryside differed greatly from the sweltering heat of the American South. The sun itself seemed kinder, more amenable to those that languished within its golden suffusion, whereas the Arizona sun was cruel, incessant, unyielding to those few who were unfortunate or stupid enough to exist within its calefaction. The change was pleasant, if even slightly. Alas, he bore an unusual fondness for the merciless nature of his home climate. The dry air was both cursed-after and missed.

He whistled. The note was shrill, made just above her golden head as reposed against its many frilled cushions. "You lay like this back where I'm from and, whew there'd be nothin' but ashes left." Emerging from her rearmost side, Jesse's boots unabashedly thundered against the limestone pavers where they eventually ceased at the foot of her outdoor chaise. The soles impressed upon the trim grasses while his brawn took up the mantle of the afternoon sun; like a poor man's aureole, it glittered behind his head.

"Afternoon, sweetpea. Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me."

[literaryvein-reblogs]

A List of "Beautiful" Words related to Summer

to include in your next poem/story

Aestival - of or relating to the summer

Arboreal - of, relating to, or resembling a tree

Calefaction - the state of being warmed

Canicular - of or relating to the dog days (i.e., the period between early July and early September when the hot sultry weather of summer usually occurs in the northern hemisphere; a period of stagnation or inactivity)

Chanterelle - a fragrant edible mushroom (Cantharellus cibarius) usually having a yellow to orange color

Convivial - relating to, occupied with, or fond of feasting, drinking, and good company

Crepuscular - of, relating to, or resembling twilight; dim

Devilry - playful, reckless behavior that is not intended to cause serious harm; mischief

Forenoon - the early part of the day ending with noon; morning

Igneous - of, relating to, or resembling fire; fiery

Noctilucent - visible or glowing at night; bioluminescent

Ocherous - of the hue of impure iron ore with an earthy usually red or yellow pigment

Pergola - arbor, trellis; a structure usually consisting of parallel colonnades supporting an open roof of girders and cross rafters

Redolence - an often pungent or agreeable odor

Respite - an interval of rest or relief

Salubrious - favorable to or promoting health or well-being

Solstice - the time of the sun's passing a solstice which occurs about June 21 to begin summer in the northern hemisphere and about December 21 to begin winter in the northern hemisphere

Souse - to make drunk

Vespertine - active, flowering, or flourishing in the evening

Viridescent - slightly green; greenish

If any of these words make it into your poem/story, please tag me. Or leave a link in the replies. I'd love to read them!

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[delirious-donna]

Donna!!! Calefaction was fantastic!!! I’m still “new” to anime and AOT is one of my current ventures, so I’m not overly familiar with Erwin. BUT! I loved how you wrote him being able to think through the haze (for long enough anyway). That was sinfully devine. Thank you. 🖤🖤🖤

Aww thank you, love! That really means a lot, and especially so when you aren't overly familiar with the source material. If the story was still appealing enough that you continued to read, then I'll take it as a massive compliment!!

I hope you enjoy AOT, let me know how you get on with it! <3 <3

[oliversrarebooks]

The fact Lex likes calefaction from thralls 🤎🤎🤎🤎

the platonicness of your my heater <3

I thought that "heater" was a typo for "heart" until I looked up "calefaction."

I love the trope of characters warming each other up! Vampires are cold all of the time, and while some don't mind, some very much like to have thralls warming them...